Page 56 of Nightcrawler
I took a seat on the end of Raven’s bed and thought about everything that had happened. It was hard for me to leave everything in Cassidy and Mike’s hands, even though I knew they were capable. And because of our long friendship, they’d do whatever it took to get Ned Jeffries to drop his stupid charge against Raven. The very idea that the sweet man who’d come to mean so much to me in the last week could be capable of doing what Ned claimed was crazy, not to mention the fact that he was barely able to tend to himself and his healing injuries. If it came down to it, the very idea that he could break Ned’s wrist or dislocate the man’s arm with two extra holes in him was ludicrous.
I absently glanced over at the bookcase in Raven’s room and ran my gaze over the book titles, realizing for the first time that my desire to know more about the man I liked was growing stronger with every passing hour. The titles of a couple of the books were interesting.Catcher in my Eye,Sunset over My Hammie—” I stood up, frowning as I pulled that book out, knowing it sounded familiar from my Bestreads account. I opened the paperback and began reading, smiling as I located the short story I’d read reviews of. When I realized it reallywas the story Nightcrawler had reviewed from the anthology of college men, I laughed.
I replaced the book and picked out another one. This one wasThe Mount of Minty Cristo. I’d read that review too…also by Nightcrawler. I put it back and looked at the other titles, running my finger across the spines.Mobile Dick…How to Train Your Flagon…To Kill or Not to Kill a Mockingbird…Silence of the Toe Jam…I’d read reviews ofallof them and they’dallbeen written by Nightcrawler. My interest peaked as I sat there, wondering about the thoughts going through my head as to the identity of who this reviewer could be. I couldn’t imagine anyone would actually read any of this trash, much less the intelligent man who was currently showering off the day in the bathroom.
Now, more than interested, I turned and walked over to Raven’s bedside table, picking up the paperback he’d been reading when I’d woken up this morning.Raisin in my Bum.I set it down and went over to my phone, scrolling until I found the Bestreads site, and pulling up Nightcrawler’s reviews. My eyes ran over the list and then I returned to the bookcase, phone in hand. There were paperbacks matching those titles and many more written by Nightcrawler.Lord of the X-Files…I couldn’t believe my eyes. Raven had read all these books. All the reviews I’d found so entertaining for so long were right here for me to see. A bolt of lightning struck me square in the face as I sank back down on the edge of the bed. Raven Mathis and Nightcrawler were one and the same.
He’d told me that reading was one of his favorite pastimes but seeing the evidence that he was also my favorite book reviewer, threw me for a loop. I scrolled to the reviewer’s bio and began to read it.
“I’m just a normal guy who loves to read. I think about my next review and my next blog post all the time. Whenever I putup a funny two-star review, I dream of the guy who might be at home reading it, but I’m pretty sure the kind of man who reads me, is probably living in his mother’s basement. Still, I’m a romantic at heart. Someday I might just run into him in one of my stories. Someday.”
As I heard the water shut off in the bathroom, I sat there, stunned. Nightcrawler is a gay man. He’s the man with the beautiful cobalt eyes I’d grown to love whenever he looked at me. Raven was funny, a fantastic cook, and he had the biggest, purest heart of any man I’d ever met in my life. Nightcrawler was Raven Mathis, the man I was…falling in love with.
RAVEN
When I walked out of the bathroom with a towel around my waist, Miguel was sitting on the end of my bed right where I’d left him. He looked up from where he’d been reading his phone and sent me the most ridiculous smirk I’d ever seen on a man. I walked over to him, returning the smirk with a smile.
“What’s up?” I asked, almost hesitant as his smirk morphed into a grin. He tossed the phone on the bed and reached for me, grabbing my hips, and smiling up at me.
“Oh…nothing much. What’s up you, Nightcrawler?”
For a second, I didn’t know what the hell he was talking about. I frowned and then looked down at his phone. The bio section of my Bestreads reviewer site was open on his phone. I couldn’t help but be both a little nervousanda little happy that he’d figured out my reviewer identity. At the same time, I was slightly worried he’d be somehow angry that I hadn’t admitted to being Nightcrawler when he’d brought it up before, telling me I was his favorite reviewer.
I looked down at my bare feet for just a moment and then, surprisingly, let out the loudest snort of laughter. I glanced at him guiltily under my lashes. “Are you angry I didn’t tell you who my secret identity was as soon as I realized you’d been reading my reviews when you talked about Nightcrawler?”
He grinned up at me, sliding his hands around to squeeze my ass through the towel. “Your secret identity?” He laughed. “No, I’m just surprised by your description of me as a basement dweller.”
I frowned for a second. “What?”
He broke the gaze and let go of one ass cheek, gesturing around the room. “I mean, I am temporarily homeless, but this is definitely not my mother’s basement.”
I felt my whole body flush, and knew my cheeks had gone bright red. “You’ve been reading my bio,huh?”
His hand returned to my ass cheek and massaged it through the towel. I’d never been jealous of a towel before, so I had to admit, this was new. He stared at me with smoldering eyes which glinted with mischief. When he broke the stare, it was so that he could lower his mouth to my very interested cock through the fabric. I groaned at how hard I was, needing the material to be absent. He was obviously thinking along the same lines because he silently returned his eyes to mine as he unwrapped it, looking down only when my leaking cock made an appearance. He glanced back up with a wicked grin as he reached out and wrapped it in one big hand.
“I read your bio with all your reviews, and I have to admit a whole new level of respect in your humor…and your selection of reading materials.” A moment later, he bent his head and sucked my cock into his mouth.
My hands went immediately to his head, twining my fingers into the short strands on top…pulling. He must have liked what I was doing because he groaned which made me only pull harder. He deep throated me, sucking and licking as he retreated, only to suck me down even deeper. In moments, I was edging at my climax with this man’s hot mouth on mine. He’d been practicing this which I both adored and hated in equal measure, since I’d begun to think of Miguel Huerta as being mine alone. When he spat on two of his fingers and slid them into my ass, I automatically widened my stance, giving him access to my entrance, as I enjoyed the expert blow job he delivered.
“Miguel,” I gasped as he circled my hole with one long finger. When the tip of it entered me, I gasped again. He sank into me, sucking me hard as he twisted the single digit, only joining it with the second finger when I was thrusting my hips back and forth. I adored the feel of it, knowing where this would lead, and loved the very idea of it. When the fingers twisted, finding the gland buried deep inside, I cried out, unable to stop my spill which he sucked and swallowed, licking me clean as I felt my knees going weak, barely able to stand upright.
I groaned as he pulled off, wiping his swollen lips with the back of his hand as he smiled up at me. I let go of his hair and leaned down, taking both stubbled cheeks in hand, before kissing him long and languidly. When I finally pulled back, he was smiling again. He abruptly stood and picked up the clean clothes which still lay on the bed. The erection through his jeans was apparent and the wet spot staining them was tempting as hell, but I reluctantly stepped back as he gently put me aside.
“My turn to shower and then we’ll continue this horizontally. What do you say to that?”
I reached out and ran my hand over his bulging jeans as I gazed up at him. “That sounds like a well thought out plan.”I kissed him again, unable to bear leaving his lips behind, but forcing myself to do so as he broke the kiss and went into the bathroom. I caught sight of him watching me from the crack of the door as it closed, noting his amused smile for a split second.
I bent and picked up the towel just as Stanley sauntered in and took a running leap at the cat tree. He’d scaled the two stories to the top and curled into a ball on the carpet covered perch, almost before I could blink. I looked around the room as I hung my damp towel over my desk chair in the corner, trying to take it in from Miguel’s point of view. It was comfortable and livable. I didn’t think it was pretentious with the white duvet cover and soft throw pillows in earthtones I often put behind my head as I typed reviews. I heard the shower turn on as I climbed into bed and glanced over at the paperback on my table. With a grin, I picked up my tablet, deciding that it might be the perfect time to post my latest review.
And if Miguel caught me, so be it. The cat was out of the bag now.
Book title: Raisin in my Bum
Author: Sir Nicholas Margate
Publisher: Self-published
Genre: M/M Black and African American erotic fiction