Day One of GLBT Month in The Crypt : Reunited at a Reunion

Having not posted for a while, due to personnel issues, I am back with the first of five posts this week celebrating GLBT MONTH 2013.

On each of the next five days I am giving people who visit The Crypt and leave a comment on each day's post the chance to win that day's featured book. 

Today 3 lucky people will win a copy of Naughty Hot Shots - Reunited at a Reunion

SYNOPSIS

Going to a college reunion, Victor Pierce, a self-made businessman, is looking forward to seeing how his fellow classmates got on in life since they left. What he wasn’t expecting was to run into Ian Kraemer, the male he lost his virginity to and the very man he had thought about almost every day since they lost contact.
What happens when the two men meet? Can they find what they once had? Or has their passion for each other long gone?

Naughty Hot Shots - Reunited At A Reunion by J.S. Morbius

Chapter One

Victor Pierce stared at the large double doors of the college and strode forward confidently. Smiling to himself as he thought about the good times that he’d had while he was a nineteen-year-old student, he looked forward to see what the rest of his classmates had made of themselves since leaving.

He would have been surprised, if many people there remembered him; after all he had changed unrecognizably in the ten years since leaving. Gone was the thin, scrawny nerd who took his classes seriously and in his place was a man standing 5’ 9” tall, very muscular, heavily tattooed with pale-brown eyes and short, white-blond hair. He had become a very successful businessman in the last few years due to a mixture of hard work and good fortune. A man, who was now running his own private security firm and had a half a dozen people working for him.

Pushing one of the doors open, he stepped inside, paused, took a deep breath and continued forward to the large hall, where the main reunion was taking place. As Victor reached forward and placed his hand on the handle of the door to the main hall, the other door swung open and a couple he vaguely recognized came through, arm in arm, laughing and joking. For another second or two he paused to regain his composure before opening the door and entering.

Music – the same tunes from the years he was at college – was playing and there were at least thirty people already in the hall. As he walked towards the makeshift bar that had been set up for the night, he looked around trying to see whether he recognized anyone. One or two faces seemed familiar to him. He just couldn’t remember the names, but then he had never been that good with names.

“Alright what would you like?” The man working the bar asked.

“Double Jack Daniels please,” Victor replied.

The barman handed him his drink and Victor walked towards one of the tables that had been set up around the edge of the room and sat down. Sipping his drink slowly, he continued to look around at everyone in the room. He finally saw someone whose name he could definitely remember. Ian Kraemer was standing on the opposite side of the room and staring straight at him.

Kraemer was an athletic looking man; in fact he looked pretty much like he had when they were at college together. Standing an inch or so shorter than Victor, Ian was similarly tanned, with one ear pierced, dark brown eyes and dark, wavy, brown hair.

Victor took a large mouthful of his drink, his eyes never leaving Ian’s, before standing up and making his way across the room.

“Hello Ian,” Victor said when he was within range and held his hand out.

“Victor, glad you could make it,” Ian replied. He reached forward and placed his hand in Victor’s.

The two men gripped each other’s hand firmly, just for a couple of seconds, before letting go.

“Of all the people here I didn’t expect to see you, Victor,” Ian said.

“To be honest, I nearly didn’t come,”

“Why not?”

“It’s not really my scene,” Victor replied. “And besides my firm has got a big job tonight.”

“So why change your mind then?”

“I’m not sure. I guess I thought it would be good to see the old crows, and find out they have been up to since we all left.

The two men stared at each other as Victor raised his glass and took another mouthful of the fiery liquid.

“Aren’t you drinking Ian?” Victor asked, noticing that Ian’s hands remained empty.

“I might in a bit,” Ian replied quietly. “If I hang around for long.”

“Well, I’m getting another,” Victor said, as he drained his glass. “Surely you’ll have a small one with me.”

“Okay, sure. I guess one small one won’t hurt,”

Leaving Ian, Victor walked over to the bar, ordered the same again for himself and a single for Ian. Downing his drink quickly, Victor ordered yet another and then headed back to where Ian waited for him.

“Here you go,” Victor said, offering Ian the single drink.

“Thanks Vic,” Ian said. “So, what are your plans for tonight then?”

“I thought I might have this drink, then go for a look around,” Victor said. “See how much of the college has changed in ten years.”

“Sounds like more fun than staying in here. Do you fancy some company?”

“Sure, why not,” Victor replied and downed his drink. “Coming then?”

“Fuck, hang on,” Ian said, He emptied his glass and a look of disgust crossed his face, causing Victor to smile. “Whew! I don’t normally drink that shit.”

“You should have said something,” Victor said. “I’d have got you lemonade.”

As he said it, Victor burst out laughing, while Ian pushed him back. Their old camaraderie had obviously returned easily to them both.

“You cheeky fucker,” Ian said. “Come on then, let’s go.”

The two of them put their glasses down, wandered out of the main hall and walked along the main corridor, peering into each classroom as they passed. When they turned the corner at the end of the corridor, Ian tried the next door they came to and surprisingly it swung open.

“Bet this room brings back memories,” he said as he entered the dark room, the only light coming from a streetlight directly outside the window.

“English class. Mr. Hammel, 4th year if I’m not mistaken,” Victor said, following him inside.

Without turning on the lights Victor looked around the room, seeing all the posters on the wall, and then walked over to look out of the window. The night outside was clear, he could see people still arriving and there were cars everywhere. He had never seen the car park as full as it was now, even when he was a student.

“Guess we’d better continue looking around,” Victor said. He moved to turn away from the window only to find Ian standing right behind him. “Fuck Ian, I nearly stood on you.”

Smiling, Ian didn’t say a word; he just lifted his arm and placed his hand softly on the side of Victor’s face.

“What the fuck?” Victor exclaimed. He reached up, and wrapped his hand around Ian’s wrist, pulling it away.

“Oh come on Vic, you didn’t think me being here was an accident, did you?” Ian said. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist and I had to see you.”

“What happened between us was ten years ago Ian.” Victor ground out, still gripping Ian by the wrist. “We were young, inexperienced...”

“But we were also damn good together,” Ian interrupted.

“Yes, we were. But times change, people change.” Victor’s voice held a hint of anger in the words.

“Memories like those stay with you forever,” Ian implored, before pulling his hand out from Victor’s grip and lifting it again to cradle the back of Victor’s neck. Before Victor could say another word, Ian moved his head forward and placed his lips against Victor’s.

Shocked, Victor froze for a second, before he found himself responding to Ian’s kiss with one of his own. Groaning he wrapped his arms around Ian’s back and pulled him as close to his own body as he could. “Ian...”Victor breathed out, his tongue darting into Ian’s mouth, his groin grinding against the other man’s before he suddenly pulled away and pushed Ian off.

“We can’t Ian. Not now, not here.” Victor groaned. “Not after ten years without even seeing each other.”

Before Ian could do anything, Victor pushed passed him and hurried back out into the corridor.

“Vic wait,” Ian called out, as he followed him out of the classroom.

“I’m sorry, Ian.” Victor said over his shoulder as he walked toward the doors to the parking lot. “I’ve got to go.”

©JSMorbius