The Plot Bunny (3 page)

Dury buried his face in Luc's chest and Luc automatically wrapped his arms around his house guest. As if of their own accord, his hands swept over Dury's back and settled over Dury's slim waist. One went to ruffle Dury's soft tail and Dury's slender body trembled.

Just like that, Luc stopped caring about the fact that none of this made sense. He pushed Dury against the kitchen counter and crushed his mouth against the other man's lips.

At first, Dury seemed surprised, but in mere seconds, he started responding, his enthusiasm matching Luc's. He wrapped his arms around Luc's neck, pulling Luc closer, until their bodies were practically molded together. Luc's heart thundered, so loud it astounded him. Or was it Dury's heart? Luc couldn't tell. Their hearts seemed to follow the same rhythm, reaching out to each other.

Their tongues dueled as they greedily tasted each other's mouths. Luc couldn't get enough of Dury's intoxicating presence. He tore Dury's skimpy thong and, as the black material fell to the floor, went to work on the younger man's genitals.

Dury let out a cry when Luc started massaging his balls, then gripped his shaft. Luc muffled the sounds with his mouth, moving his hand up and down his soon-to-be lover's cock. They broke apart to breathe, and Dury lifted his legs, wrapping them around Luc's waist. "Yes. Just like that. Touch me."

Luc didn't delay in obeying. He rubbed his dry finger around Dury's hole, penetrating ever so slightly, giving Dury a hint of what was to come. The other man felt so tight, so hot. Luc couldn't wait to feel that sweet passage wrap around him.

"Fuck me," Dury said, echoing Luc's thoughts. "God, fuck me. I want you inside me."

Luc groaned at Dury's breathless tone. The very thought of taking Dury almost made him come on the spot. The last few months had been so bad he hadn't even bothered to find another lover after Simon.

As Simon's face flashed through his mind, Luc hesitated.

"What is it?" Dury asked. "What's wrong?"

Luc sighed. What was wrong with him? Simon had dumped him, and even if they'd had good times, Luc should let it go already. Besides, he held Dury in his arms, beautiful, magical, and very willing Dury. Even as he thought about Simon, Luc's body ached for Dury's touch and he felt hypnotized by the beautiful sight of Dury's kiss-swollen lips. He distantly wondered how Dury could look so innocent and so debauched at the same time.

What would it hurt? Why couldn't he take what was offered and leave the past behind? Would it be so bad?

No, but Dury deserved better than to be a rebound fuck. And things with Simon had ended on a horrible note. As long as Luc didn't have closure, he'd never be able to allow someone else inside his heart.

Shaking himself, Luc said, "I… There's someone else. Or there was… I'm not sure I can do this right now."

He expected Dury to get angry, to pout or to ask questions. Instead, Dury smiled and nodded. "Okay. I can't compete with that." Pressing a soft kiss to Luc's lips, he slipped out of Luc's arms with startling ease.

Luc cursed to himself. He didn
'
t want Dury to think he was being played with or anything like that. He desired the younger man very much. Hell, his cock throbbed in his pants, screaming at him,
Are you mad? We were so close, so close.
Luc silenced it and focused on finding something right to say.

Before he could do so, Dury moved away from him, heading back to the stove. Picking up the spoon with his bare hand, he stirred the stew. "Ah look, it's almost ready. Come on, help me set the table."

Luc stared at Dury, at the way his house guest held an obviously hot kitchen utensil and declared he'd clearly lost his mind. Oh, well. At this point, there was nothing else he could do but go with it.

Silently, he opened the cupboard drawers and started retrieving the plates and cutlery. "And after that," Dury continued, "we'll make a battle plan."

Chapter Two

Dury's battle plan ended up peculiarly normal. Luc expected something more magical, perhaps a little more hocus-pocus involved. He'd have liked Dury to show him real spells and real supernatural creatures. After all, if Dury existed, Luc considered it obvious that other similar beings hid among humans as well. But when faced with these arguments, Dury grimaced and repeated, "I'm a plot bunny, not a muse."

Apparently, that meant that things needed to be done the hard, not-fun way. "No magical transportation into the past or future then?" Luc said.

Dury regarded him with a disgusted look and proceeded to explain the difference between muses, plot bunnies, and the Ghost of Christmas Past. By the end, Luc felt appropriately chastised and ready to begin his quest for an idea.

The first item on the agenda read simply
Understand
. Luc had no idea what he was supposed to understand, but he began to believe that Dury never did things the easy, superficial way.

So when Dury told him to take a shower and get dressed, Luc obeyed without a word. He took his time washing, relieving himself of the unreleased sexual tension. His hand felt good on his dick, and better yet when he imagined it to be Dury's, or maybe Simon's. The confusion kind of detracted from the pleasure, but then Luc allowed himself to fantasize about having both Dury and Simon and he came like a ton of bricks. He was pretty sure he shouted something, a name, maybe, but he didn't know which one and he didn't want to find out.

Dury didn't comment on it, and Luc suspected the plot bunny had done a little releasing of his own. In spite of what had happened between them, the atmosphere didn't feel awkward and when Dury smiled at him, Luc actually felt the entire thing might work out. Maybe he'd get his writing back after all.

They left the apartment chatting about nothing in particular, although Luc did wonder if Dury even knew where he was going. When they exited the building, Dury looked around, then shrugged and took a left.

"Where exactly are we going?" Luc finally asked.

"Nowhere," Dury said, beaming. When Luc gaped at him, he elaborated, "We're exploring the possibilities. The world offers unlimited options, but if we always tread the same paths, we'll never discover them all."

That sounded like a class of feng shui or something similar, but Luc gave up on rationalizing things and just went with it. As they walked, Dury occasionally showed him things, nothing special, just normal stuff that didn't even hold any interest to Luc.

"There," he said, pointing to a woman holding a baby and trying to soothe him. "What do you see?"

"Umm… A mother and her child?"

Dury hummed thoughtfully, but didn't say anything. He asked the same question a couple more times, until Luc's mind began to whirl. He knew he wasn't giving the right replies, but he simply couldn't see what Dury wanted him to.

A few hours later, exhausted, they returned to the apartment. Upon Dury's insistence, they stopped by at the corner shop and purchased a bottle of wine and a couple of snacks. Luc didn't see why. He felt disheartened after wasting so much time for no real reason. Magical help didn't seem so helpful after all.

As they entered the apartment, Luc abandoned the items they'd purchased on the coffee table and slumped down on the couch. Dury joined him and placed a light kiss on his cheek. "Hey… why the long face?"

To Luc's shock, he actually seemed cheery. Luc would have kicked anyone else, but Dury meant well. It wasn't Dury's fault his methods were wasted on Luc.

"This is hopeless," he told Dury. "I'm better off staring at the laptop."

Dury tsked at him. "Come now. Rome wasn't built in a day. You're willing to try, and that's important." He smiled then cuddled at Luc's side. "What do you say we go over it now and try again? Together."

Luc couldn't help but feel a bit better. "All right. I suppose it can't hurt." He honestly didn't know what Dury wanted to try, but he didn't have anything better to do anyway.

"Sweet," Dury replied excitedly. "Now close your eyes and remember what you saw."

Luc did. He remembered the mother with the child, the hooligans hiding in the shadows, shouting "fags" at them. Lovers kissing in the park, then a couple arguing over which type of cereal to buy. He saw things like that almost every day, but paid them no heed. What did Dury want him to learn from them? What did it all mean?

"It's all there," Dury whispered in his ear. "Think back."

He climbed in Luc's lap, rubbing his slender body against Luc. "Can you see it?"

Luc struggled to keep his mind on Dury's questions, but it wasn't easy, not with Dury's sweet ass against Luc's groin and his breath tickling Luc's ear. "I…"

Think, Luc, think.
Dury wouldn
'
t do this only to distract him. He genuinely wanted to help. Luc could feel it.

That was it! Feelings. Emotions. That was what Dury wanted him to see. "You see it now, don't you?" Dury said softly. "Love. Hatred. Desire. Everything in this world is about feelings. You just have to understand them."

Luc nodded. It seemed so clear now. But when he asked himself what love was, he couldn't find the answer. His mind provided a synonym for the word, as easily as a thesaurus would, but that didn't mean anything. He knew what Dury intended, what he wanted to tell Luc. His book lacked emotion. That's why it was crap.

He remembered the first time he'd started writing, more for himself than for anyone else. He used to spend nights coming up with ideas and plot twists, seeing the characters in his mind, feeling them in his heart. He'd type until his fingers hurt, and then go to bed to dream about it all. The only time he'd spent away from his books had been with Simon, and they'd been so happy together. Was that love? Did he love Simon, or did he just love his writing? And what about Dury? How did he feel about the little magical thing in his arms?

"Don't frown so," Dury said. "Let's get some rest. You've had a hard day and tomorrow, we'll pass to stage two."

Luc was almost afraid to ask. "Stage two?" he repeated.

"Why, feel, of course," Dury said with a grin.

* * * *

As it turned out, Dury's crash course in feeling actually meant them having fun together while Luc contemplated a few of his past revelations. Or just having fun together. It was a mystery. Luc couldn't find it in himself to complain. Not when Dury smiled at him and proclaimed Luc needed to laugh more, and not even when Dury forced him to the nearby amusement park.

Truth be told, Dury couldn't have chosen a better spot to stir old memories. The amusement park had been his and Simon's favorite place to go. They'd buy their tickets, find the ride with the least people on it and go inside to make out like teenagers. Usually, they ended up in the haunted house, fucking amongst the fake monsters. Since Simon had broken up with him, Luc had refused to go to the amusement park, but with Dury, he thought he might be okay.

They bought their tickets, and the lady at the booth arranged her glasses to peer closer at Luc. "Oh, it's you," she said in recognition. "I thought you wouldn't come back."

She looked at his hand entwined with Dury's and her face fell. "So that's how it is. I'm sorry."

Luc shrugged. "It happens."

Dury didn't comment on the exchange, and Luc wondered how much exactly his plot bunny—and wow, that sounded weird—understood of it. Then again, how much did Dury even know about Luc? Barring the spicy food, he seemed to have the uncanny knack to figure out all of Luc's preferences. Was it some supernatural creature thing? Luc would have to remember to ask.

Then again… If Dury did know all about Luc's past, he was bound to be aware of Simon's existence as well, and maybe even that they spent time in this park. Luc felt a surge of annoyance flow through him. Dury had no right to poke and prod into his heart like that.

"Don't look so angry," Dury said. "You'll get wrinkles."

"We shouldn't be here," Luc replied snappishly. "You know why, don't you?"

Dury nodded. "It's okay. We're not doing anything bad. You and he had wonderful times together. It's only natural that you want to remember them. And it's not like you and I are lovers or anything like that."

At that, Luc felt a small pang of hurt. He didn't even want to consider why. Dury was right. They weren't lovers, but what did that make them? Friends? They barely knew each other. God, Luc didn't even know anymore.

"Right," he replied half-heartedly. "If you say so."

Dury pulled him away from the path behind a popcorn stand. "Hey. If you want to go, we'll go. We can do this another time, or go someplace else if you'd rather."

Luc shook his head. "You brought me here for a reason, didn't you? Let's stick to the plan. I trust you."

Dury stared at him, as if in disbelief. "All right," he finally said. "Let's go."

After that, Luc surrendered to Hurricane Dury and allowed himself to be swept away. Dury took him on every possible ride, from the most dangerous, nauseating ones, to the kiddy merry-go-rounds. They ate cheap ice-cream and Luc shot at moving ducks, winning a teddy bear, much to Dury's delight. By the end of the day, Luc found himself falling back into the past with a smile, remembering doing the same things with Simon. He probably should've felt guilty for thinking about another man when he was with Dury, but for some reason, he knew Dury wouldn't mind.

Finally, they stopped in front of the haunted house, the same place Luc and Simon had many times made love in. This time, though, Dury didn't go inside the ride. He sat down on the grass and patted the ground next to him. Luc obeyed the silent command and joined Dury.

"Tell me about him," Dury said.

"You know already," Luc replied. "Otherwise you wouldn't have brought me here in the first place."

Dury shook his head. "It's not the same. I want to hear it from you. If you'd like to share it with me, of course."

For a few seconds, Luc didn't speak. Few people knew the true extent of his feelings for Simon, perhaps not even Simon himself. Maybe letting go and getting it off his chest would do him some good.