Dangerous Spirits Read Free

simply slipped
Vincent’s mind during the chaos of the move from New York.
    Then the letter came. Oh, it was polite, as such things
went, but still sent a clear message. The Baltimore Psychical Society was for
whites only.
    He’d kept the rejection a secret from Henry and lied when
Henry suggested he join. The thought of confessing to his lover he’d been
turned away because of the color of his skin etched his veins with an acidic
mixture of anger and shame.
    Henry wouldn’t have stood it for a moment. He would have
been furious, would have sworn never to speak to a single member again.
Probably would have written Dr. Kelly an angry letter. All of which would spell
disaster for S, N, & D .
    Tonight’s triumph meant great things for their business. New
connections. New opportunities. And if the price was Vincent keeping his mouth
shut, he would pay it. Grudgingly, perhaps, but it was how the world worked.
    He pushed the dark thoughts aside. Tonight they celebrated,
and he refused to let his lingering anger sour Henry’s moment of triumph.
Vincent dragged Henry to the bed, shedding clothes as they went. The breeze
wafting through the light curtains was a blessing against his naked skin. He
ran his hands over Henry’s shoulders, avoiding by habit the still-painful scars
where a bullet tore through flesh and bone last January. He ducked his head,
kissing his way down Henry’s throat, his cock swelling with anticipation when
Henry tipped his head back to give him access. The taste of salt and sweat
filled Vincent's mouth as he sucked first on one pink nipple, then the other,
biting and worrying until Henry moaned softly beneath him. He made his way down
farther, pausing to nibble at the ticklish spot on Henry’s belly and getting a
strangled curse for a reward.
    He sat back for a moment to admire his handiwork. Without
the shields of his gold-rimmed spectacles, Henry’s eyes looked oddly
vulnerable, their blue a thin ring around pupils gone wide with desire. Vincent’s
bites marbled his pale skin with spots of red. His nipples were hard nubs, his
prick dark against his belly.
    “Mmm, what a sight you are.” Vincent licked his lips slowly,
watching from beneath his eyelashes as Henry tracked the movement hungrily.
    “I could say the same of you,” Henry replied. His hand went
to his cock, stroking slowly. Moisture glistened around the slit. “Just looking
at you tries my control.”
    Vincent bent down and licked away some of the slickness from
the tip of Henry’s cock. “And what would you do, if you lost control?”
    Henry’s face reddened. Vincent lost any shame at an early
age, but Henry’s upbringing had been rather more refined. Still, he was
beginning to come around with suitable encouragement from Vincent. “Fling you
down and bugger you until you spill.”
    Vincent tugged at his own prick, hips thrusting forward both
to tease Henry and in response to the pleasure of his hand. “Do it.”

Chapter 2
     
    Henry rolled to his knees, catching Vincent against him for
a passionate kiss. Vincent groaned into his mouth, rubbing his cock against
Henry’s belly. “I adore the way you kiss me,” he said, when Henry gave him the
space to speak again. “I’ve told you that, haven’t I?”
    “Many times,” Henry replied. “But don’t stop. I like hearing
it.” He kissed Vincent again, then ran his lips down Vincent’s throat, avoiding
the silver amulet Vincent had worn for the last year.
    He released Vincent to rummage in the dresser for the jar of
petroleum jelly. Vincent took the opportunity to stretch out on the bed,
stuffing a pillow beneath his hips in order to offer an easier angle. Drawing
his legs up, he hooked his hands around the backs of his knees.
    Henry’s eyes flashed with lust at the sight, and his hands
trembled visibly as he slicked his fingers. But his touch was sure against
Vincent’s passage, gliding around the ring before pushing in. Vincent let out a
moan of his own at the