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Be the Boss
(Giselle Renarde)

Alone in bed, Desmond drifted off to the sound of sharp little nails scraping across the joists overhead.  He'd have to call animal control tomorrow, see if they could help.  Get the raccoon out of the attic, get Markus off his back??"two birds, one stone...

Dreams spun him off in all directions, from fanciful flight to surreptitious seduction.  When he rolled over in his empty bed, he wasn't surprised to find the man from the side yard sitting naked in the reading chair.  Hell, he wasn't even surprised the man's eyes were masked in black, like a thick streak of charcoal from temple to temple.  He'd had much stranger dreams, and often they were lucid, like this one.

"Someone's got to be the boss."  The stranger tossed an apple into the air and caught it with the same hand.  "Can't go through life like this."

"I don't want to be the boss," Desmond said.  

"Never said you had to be."  He took a bite of the apple and smiled as he chewed.

Desmond's body felt like lead sinking into the mattress.  He couldn't move his arms or legs.  "Markus doesn't want to be the boss and I don't want to be the boss, so we're sort of stuck."

"Are you?"  The stranger stood, and his erection drew Desmond's gaze away from the apple.

"Are we stuck?  Yeah."  Desmond watched the stranger's cock swing as he approached the bed.  "Aren't we?"

"You need someone to tell you want to do."

"Who, me?"

"Both of you."  The stranger hopped off the floor, landing with both knees at the base of the mattress.  Desmond felt it sink between his feet.  His heart froze as he stared at the man's swollen dick.  "You and that man of yours??"you need someone to take charge."

"Someone like you?" Desmond asked, barely pushing the words past his lips.