My short story "Legends" in the anthology "Ad-dick-tion"
Austin feels plain and maybe even a bit unattractive, seemingly unable to choose the right clothing and his hair a disaster. While Jack ...is always perfect. Sometimes this makes Austin feel unsure of himself and Jack's affection.
Austin's lover, Jack, is assertive and at times a bit domineering, especially in bed. This tendency in Jack, leaves Austin free to explore some aspects of his sexuality new to him. But how would he feel about sharing Jack with another man?
Intent to find out and in the process give Jack a magical evening, Austin arranges to celebrate Jack's birthday at the new concept restaurant Legends. He has heard a lot about what to expect of this exclusive establishment, but will Legends be everything that he hopes for?
The room was amazing. The walls were a lush sunset red painted with imitation windows showing scenes from mythology. An inlayed stone mosaic of a scene I didn’t recognize and would have to ask Jack about covered the floor. I could only read a few of the Latin inscriptions. Amphorae in stands lined one wall. I was pleased to see none of them had flat bottoms. Some red-figure vases adorned a series of alcoves, but the piece de resistance lay in the dining area.
There were two plush coffee colored couches for reclining and a carved wooden table set in front of them. But probably the most striking thing in the room was the naked young man amidst the food, his smooth golden skin in bold contrast with the colorful food arrayed around him. His dark hair and eyes completed the vision of Mediterranean perfection.
I watched Jack recline on the couch and mirrored him. He plucked a grape from the table and pressed the sphere against my lips. I opened obediently for the fruit and pulled his long fingers into my mouth as well; licking and sucking on Jack’s fingers as he inhaled sharply through his slightly parted lips. The salt on his skin and the tart grape a perfect start to the evening.
When he withdrew his fingers, I swallowed the grape and reached for one of my own to feed to him.
The Greek god on the table chuckled and said, “If you keep that up, there will be no need for me.”
He began feeding us both tidbits from the table slowly exposing more of his smooth caramel skin as he did. His fingers brushed against my lips and periodically slipped into my mouth under the pretense of being licked clean. I could see he received the same treatment from Jack, murmuring his pleasure with every swipe of Jack’s tongue.