Welcome to Part 2 of Hell Is Empty & All The Devils Are Here!
|The Warren Cup, Side A|
The British Museum
HELL IS EMPTY & ALL THE DEVILS ARE HERE
by Tucker McCallahan
2 – JUNE 5, 2015, EVENING
“It’s only in love and in murder that we still remain sincere.” Friedrich Dürrenmatt
Levi Reisbeck unlocked the front door of his condo and stepped inside. He transferred his briefcase to his opposite hand and juggled the bag of groceries on one arm to close and lock the door.
“Grif? You still here?”
Levi’s voice was a rich baritone, and one of his best assets as an attorney. His colleagues all said he had a silver tongue. Grif had said the same thing in an entirely different context. Levi smiled as he slipped his Ferragamo loafers off and tread on socked feet to the kitchen. He set the groceries on the island and went into the great room. He hung his suit coat around the recliner and dropped his briefcase on the ottoman.
Levi didn’t expect his boyfriend to answer. They’d argued the previous night. His sexy boy wasn’t out, and he refused to move in with Levi despite the fact that they’d been seeing each other exclusively for over six months.
Grif still kept his belongings at his parent’s house in
parents were old-fashioned: very white, very religious and very wealthy. Of
course, Levi could buy and sell them half a dozen times over. The issue with
the elder Edwards couple wasn’t money. They might’ve even forgiven Grif for
falling in love with a Jew. But a man loving a man was a mortal sin, and if
Grif confessed to being gay, they would excise him from their home and their
life like a cancerous tumor. That was the issue. Shaker Heights
Levi was more than tired of it.
He opened the door to the master bedroom and his breath caught. Any thoughts of arguing about how Grif’s closeted status affected their relationship vanished as Levi drank in the beauty sprawled across his king-sized bed.
Grif’s tall, well-muscled body laid diagonally, the royal blue sheets twisted around his torso and the upper part of one leg. His face was the picture of masculine beauty. Long dark eyelashes lay like French fans against the supple curve of his pale cheek, an exquisite contrast to the five o’clock shadow covering the sharp angle of his jaw.
Levi groaned as his body reacted to the sight. Something about Griffin Edwards drove him wild.
Entering the room on silent feet, Levi pulled his tie off and unbuttoned his shirt. He freed the pearl cufflinks from his French cuffs, taking the time to open his cufflink case and press the pair into the velvet slot they occupied when he wasn’t wearing them. His shirt and tie went into the dry cleaning bag on the back of his closet door, and he hung his crocodile belt on his belt rack. He was sliding out of his suit pants when he heard a soft chuckle.
“You are so anal.”
Levi turned toward the bed. Grif was propped up on one arm, watching him undress. Levi carefully hung the pants on a padded hangar and slowly approached the bed in his silk shorts and socks.
“I didn’t expect you to be here.”
“Work kept me til 3. I was too tired to ride the bus all the way home.” Grif fell back into the mound of pillows, his eyes closed.
Levi climbed onto the bed beside him, leaning down to gently brush his lips over Grif’s belly. He spoke with his mouth hovering over all that smooth pretty skin.
“This is your home.”
Grif groaned and rolled into Levi, reaching for him.
“Don’t wanna fight,” he mumbled, curling around Levi like a big house cat.
Levi stroked a hand through Grif’s short hair. It was bed-mussed and beautiful, like the rest of him.
“Mmmm. More pets.”
Levi’s hand caressed Grif’s throat, slid over his broad shoulder and ended spread over a firm pectoral. A smile bloomed over Grif’s face as his eyes fluttered open, the blue of them as deep and royal as the sheets. A bolt of lust shot from Levi’s groin to his brain. He cupped Grif’s face.
“I want you.”
“I’m right here.” Grif rolled onto his back again. He was well on his way to being fully aroused, his erection tenting the sheet that covered it.
Levi knelt up and pulled his shorts off, letting them fall to the floor. His manicured hands gripped the sheet and untangled it, slowly pulling it free and exposing every inch of Grif’s pale flesh. Grif’s smile morphed into a naughty grin and he stretched, spreading his thighs wide. The sheet landed on the floor beside the duvet. Levi slid up Grif’s body and blanketed it, grinding against him.
“Fast and rough, or slow and hard?” Levi whispered, staring into Grif’s eyes.
“Fast and hard.”
“That wasn’t a choice.”
“I figured a big-time lawyer would be open to negotiations.”
Grif’s hands landed on Levi’s firm ass and squeezed. Levi’s chocolate-colored eyes darkened to almost black.
Levi wrenched away just long enough to yank open the bottom drawer of his nightstand and deal with the condom and lube. He scooped Grif’s legs up over his forearms. Grif moaned, a shiver running down his body as Levi rubbed against him, teasing.
“Oh God ….”
Before Grif could start praying in earnest, Levi buried himself in Grif’s body.
Grif’s hand went to his dick as his back arched. Levi did exactly what Grif had asked for and pounded into him hard and fast. Grif went boneless, relaxing completely and sinking into the pleasure blazing up over his body. His hand fell away from his erection and his head kicked back, his mouth dropping open in ecstasy.
“You feel so good.” Levi leaned over Grif and claimed his open mouth in a hard possessive kiss.
Grif whimpered, clinging. This angle was better. The flames licking over his skin ate all the way through his body. Orgasm burst over him, and he attacked Levi’s mouth.
“Fuuuuck ….” Levi groaned as Grif came, rippling and clenching so hard Levi’s eyes rolled back. The warm spurts of Grif’s release spread between them and Levi tripped. The rush was all-consuming. Collapsing against Grif’s damp body, Levi petted him and pressed kisses all over Grif’s face.
“I was afraid you’d be angry I came here.”
“Grif, I meant what I said.” Levi pulled Grif close and held him tight. “This is your home.”
Grif’s arms tightened around Levi. This was right; Grif knew it was. He loved Levi more than he’d ever loved anyone. Levi kissed him again, stealing the breath from his lungs and leaving Grif dizzy. He gazed up into Levi’s beautiful face, his mouth open to agree to move in, finally. A black shadow that wasn’t quite hidden by the rich chocolate color swirled through Levi’s eyes.
Grif froze, the words he’d been about to speak forgotten.
Levi smiled, and it was terrifying. “I’d claim you body and soul if you’d just let me.”
Every hair on the back of Grif’s neck stood up. Ice flooded his veins and chills erupted over his whole body. Struggling free of Levi’s embrace, Grif rolled out of bed so fast he almost fell. He bolted for the bathroom leaving Levi in bed, staring at Grif’s retreating back.
|The Warren Cup, Side B|
The British Museum
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