“Another year.” Issac sighed. Again. For the eighty thousandth time in the last hour.
Knox was going to beat him bloody. The man was always so fucking melancholy on New Years. Hell,, Knox had never actually used the word melancholy in a sentence before Isaac.
“Yep. We should get a dog.” He’d given the last one away damned near thirty years ago.
“A dog? Are you hungry?”
“Nope. I just figure I’ll need company when you off yourself in your ennui.” Bing. Another word he hadn’t even known how to pronounce.
“Oooh. Very nice. In another fifty years you’ll be able to do crosswords in pen.”
“I know, right?” He wandered toward Isaac, the old floorboards creaking under his feet as he skirted a pile of books. “In a hundred I’ll be able to burn the words into paper with just my mind.”
“Everyone will be able to. Hell, in a hundred years, words may be obsolete.”
“Nah. You’re too fond of them.” He moved closer, trying for nonchalant.
“I am. Nearly as fond as I am of you, Pup.”
“Not. A. Pup. Old man.” He reached down and hauled Isaac up, smooshing the man against his chest.
“Mmm. My Pup. Eternally.” Those teeth flashed in a quick, happy smile.
“Oh, good. Another year you’re looking forward to, then.” He bared his teeth, leaning toward that long, pale throat.
“What’s another year, Pup? Another century. Another lifetime.” Issac arched for him, the offer clear.
Knox moaned, letting his fangs sink into Isaac’s skin. He’d known all that sighing was just to get his attention.
Thank God, Father Time and the Baby New Year that it worked.
Knox and Issac's story is in Timeless Hunger and I'll pick winners Jan. 2.
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