I'd fallen asleep again.
The gentle hum of the furnace behind me always made me sleepy, the warmth and the comfort of my chair didn't help. I always ended up curled up in my chair for hours at a time in the small book store. The book I'd been reading was now on the floor at my feet, and I was sure my hair was even more of a mess than it usually was. But I was more concerned with what had woken me.
A soft sound. Low and ragged. Coming from the book stacks around the corner from my secret spot. My old chair was tucked away between the classical literature section and the furnace, and now someone was close by, making noises like they were in pain.
I got up before I could think it through and made my way towards the sounds. Walking through the book aisles as my curiosity rose. They were getting louder and some rough, heaving voice kept saying
fuck
. My cheeks heated slightly at the way it was said, but my curiosity wouldn't let me stop.
"Are you ok-" I rounded the corner and froze.
Sex.
I was watching two men have sex. I could feel the blush heating my face and backed away slowly. The taller man, who was still pounding away at the moaning boy pressed against the wall, turned to glare at me without missing a beat. The books rattled on the shelves as the boy moaned, muffled by the older man's hand. When his dark eyes turned to me, I gaped at his familiar face and ran.
I need to get back to my chair. Hopefully he won't find me there.
And I was almost convinced I was right, until about 10 minutes later when I heard his heavy boots stop in front of me on the old worn carpet of the store. I kept my face buried I'm my book and prayed he'd go away. The book was snatched out of my fingers and thrown over his shoulder, and I looked up to yell at him before I took in his appearance. The v of his hips were exposed by his unzipped pants that were barely staying up. His black shirt clung to his muscled torso and his sharp jaw was clenched. Black eyes under heavy brows glared at me, almost hidden by the dark hair he didn't bother to push out of his face. All in all he looked sinful and more than a little threatening. I felt a foreign tingling in my stomach.
"Why were you watching me, pup?" The same rough voice, same sex based heaviness. Same unsettling feeling in my belly.
"I- I wasn't. I heard a noise.. thought someone was hurt, and and I just thought I could help, you know get good karma points or something-" I was babbling and his glare made me keep rambling nervously. But he just watched me until I went quiet.
"Listen, pup."
He crossed his arms over his chest and I was momentarily distracted by the way his forearms and biceps were modestly, and attractively, muscled. In the dim light of the store he looked even more intimidating, but that didn't seem to stop me from being fascinated by him. I heard him clear his throat and I saw him smirking at me. I knew he must have seen my less than subtle drooling over his body. My face turned an even brighter red and I ducked my head in shame.
"You shouldn't be watching people fuck. That's how little boys like you get in trouble. And then it'll be you getting
your
tight little ass fucked against a wall."
He seemed to be enjoying the increasing amount of blood rushing to my face at his crude words. I would never think about, let alone talk about sex. And here he was. Taunting me. I squirmed and told myself I hated him for it. That the warm tingling in my belly was nerves.
"I wasn't! You shouldn't be doing..
that
.. in a bookstore anyway!" I tried to sound affronted and reprimanding. Instead I squeaked, flustered beyond belief, and he smirked at me.
"Oh, pup.." he sounded amused, and shook his head as if disappointed.
