Immortal Symphony: Overture

Dorian grinned as his fingers tangled in the long fringe of hair partially obscuring his latest conquest's face. The university student's face didn't really matter, but his hair was interesting, something new with its bright streaks of red and blue and pale blond. The boy was practically channeling the Union Jack as he slid down Dorian's body, making the leather seats of Dorian's car creak. Dorian smiled to himself. Jack was as good a pet name as any. The vibrant colored strands brought out the paleness of Dorian's skin, and he spared a vain thought for his own elegance before pulling Jack's lips down over the bulge in his slacks. The tug of his hand was met with resistance, though, and the boy's lust-darkened eyes met his.

"Professor..." Jack breathed. Dorian knew that tone all too well. It meant the boy was trying to keep himself in check. Religious values, perhaps, or maybe just a battle against the taboo of fucking around with a teacher—or, more accurately, guest lecturer. Either way, Dorian knew the plea beneath those words. Jack was begging to be overpowered, to be left without a choice. A mere gesture, and the boy could be his, but Dorian relished the conquest, the slow, erotic disintegration of those walls modern young men built around themselves.

"Shh," Dorian soothed. "Just you and me now. You didn't follow me from the lecture hall to compare notes. You didn't step into this car to conduct the Inquisition." Dorian let his fingers trail sensually over the boy's features and along his unnaturally colored hairline. "You came to give me something. And you're going to give it, Jack."

A flicker of lust and doubt passed over Jack's face. "My name isn't—"

"But you don't really care, do you?" Dorian interrupted, yanking at the boy's hair just hard enough to make him gasp. He saw that inner wall crack and tumble down in Jack's eyes, and when Jack shook his head and relaxed in his grip, he purred his triumph and satisfaction. "Good boy. Now, suck my cock. Show me what you can really do with that mouth of yours."

Jack's groan was followed by more creaking leather, and then moist heat was teasing Dorian through his slacks. Jack's hands tugged at his belt and rubbed at the hard length of him, but another dominant jerk of his wrist caused all teasing to cease. A quick scramble later, his cock was enveloped by lips and hands.

Dorian let his head fall back against the plush leather, enjoying the texture of it while a slight breeze caught his hair through a crack in the windows. There was nothing like a blowjob after a long morning of guest lectures. Theology could be such a trying subject, and this boy was the perfect distraction. So easily enticed, so easily guided, Jack followed his cues, sucking harder whenever Dorian moaned and arched his hips.

Eyes wandering, Dorian only halfheartedly acknowledged the scenery as they drove, and a movement in the front cabin drew his gaze. It was subtle, just the driver shifting in his seat, but when his chauffeur's dark brown eyes darted to look at him through the rear view mirror, he smirked. That wasn't the casual look of a driver momentarily checking on his charge; it was genuine interest. He'd been rather put out to learn that his usual driver was on leave for some medical condition, but another darting look through the mirror tipped the scale toward his approval. When Jack did something especially wicked with his tongue, Dorian let his moan escape shamelessly, and the frequency of those backward looks from his chauffeur doubled.

It wasn't the best blowjob he'd ever received, but Jack put in quite an effort. He let his head fall back with another moan, his hands threading through Jack's colorful hair. Oh, the boy might not be the most skilled, but he had potential. He would suck cock quite well in another year or two. Dorian's hips shifted up as Jack took him in, and, fuck, he knew it wouldn't take much longer. If Jack kept it up, Dorian might be able to sink his cock into Jack's lovely ass. Dorian arched up with a gasp, his climax creeping up, and he wondered if the boy would swallow or—

The car lurched forward, stopping suddenly, throwing Jack off Dorian's cock. Anger burned through Dorian, and he looked up, meeting the driver's eyes in the rear view mirror. "What the bloody hell are you doing?" he snapped at the man.

The driver's face was flushed, his eyes nervous, and he cleared his throat. "I'm sorry, sir. A man entered the crosswalk without looking."

"And I take it your voyeurism played no part in it?" Dorian shoved his cock back into his trousers, and his eyes fell on Jack. "Wait here, pet. I won't be long." He grabbed his cane, opened the car door, and stepped out into the street. A man, no more than twenty-three, stood in front of Dorian's car, a crumpled map open in his hands as he stared with wide eyes at the car. A tourist. Dorian's annoyance boiled over at that moment, and he glared at the man. "Are you blind or just stupid?" he snarled.

The man blinked, eyes moving from the car to Dorian. "I'm sorry! I'm... Fuck! I'm sorry!" He blushed, and muttered something Dorian couldn't quite hear, and then followed it with, "S-sorry, sir. I'm just—I'm lost and—sorry!"

Dorian shook his head. An American. "Perhaps you should hire a car next time. I think you might have a better chance at surviving your holiday." He turned on his heel and headed back toward the car door he'd stepped out of, his cane rapping softly on the asphalt. "At the very least, it would ensure you didn't damage someone else's property with that lovely body of yours," he called back with a soft laugh.

He slid back into the leather of his seat and slammed the door behind him. Jack still knelt on the floor, cheeks a lovely shade of pink. It thrilled Dorian to see the uncertainty in Jack's eyes. Dorian glanced at the driver. "Drive," he ordered, and with a practiced flick of his hand, he opened his trousers again, exposing his half-erect cock. Jack's eyes fell to it, and he watched the boy lick his lips. "Yes, pet," he purred, holding his hand out. The car jerked back into motion, and Dorian put the careless American out of his mind. Jack inched closer and settled between his legs again. Dorian cupped the back of Jack's head and drew him closer to his cock. "Be a good boy and finish what you started."