Original: Hex on the Beach (Slash)
Written for Sunday Snuggles
Tyson knocked back another Hex on the Beach, his head protesting the fast consumption of alcohol. His nose still ached from the healing spell he had to cast when the vampire had broken it. He didn’t want to think about it so he ordered another drink. On a second thought he ordered another one; this one to banish the thought that he would now have to get another flatmate.
The bartender set both drinks in front of him. Tyson grabbed one of the drinks to consume.
“Oh thanks, how did you know?” A man slid next to him and grabbed the extra Hex on the Beach, “It’s my favorite.”
Tyson scowled, “give it back or I’ll curse you.”
“You can hex me all night long if you want.” The man grinned at his own joke and looked Tyson up and down appreciatively.
Tyson muttered under his breath as the man put the drink to his lips. It turned into a newt. With it’s new-found mobility and brains the Hex on the Beach scampered off. The man watched it go. “Sexy and a talented tongue. I think I found a keeper.”
“Keep your thoughts to yourself unless you want them on a neon sign above your head.”
The man leaned in, “Now, now, we can’t have that unless we want everyone reading porn featuring you.”
Tyson flushed. He decided that he had had enough and pushed away from the counter. The man followed him outside.
‘Pretty, pretty witch, where are you going?" Tyson ignored him and walked to where he had parked his broom. “Naughty witch, didn’t your mother teach you not to drink and fly?”
Tyson suffered him a glance, “Didn’t your mother teach you to keep it in your pants?”
“Nope.” The man gave him a grin, “and I’m hoping yours didn’t either.”
The witch didn’t have a reply for that, and instead got on his broom. In a few seconds he was shooting through the sky, heading back to his apartment.
~
The next day he swallowed a hangover potion before heading to work. He worked at the coffee shop, Pleasure, down the way. Coffee was much like brewing potions, and it was a good part-time job while he set up a customer base for his spells. He had just opened and was prepping the machines for the day when someone spoke up from the other side of the counter.
“What time do you get off and can I help?”
Tyson’s head jerked up and around to see the man from last night. He looked to be late 20s and was dressed in a business suit and looked to be on the way to work. Tyson scowled, “you again.”
The man’s eyes lit up, “Oh good, you remember me. The name is Jack, by the way.”
“Hit the road Jack.”
Jack raised an eyebrow, “How rude, and here I am, a paying customer.”
The scowl never left Tyson’s face as he reached for a cup and a pen, “Fine, welcome to Pleasure, what’s your order?”
Jack wiggled his eyebrows at him, “Aren’t you supposed to say ‘What’s your pleasure‘?”
Tyson’s eye twitched, “No, tell me what you want.’
The man went on as if Tyson hadn’t said anything, “because then I’d tell you that my pleasure is you, or that I want to pleasure you…” He smiled when it looked like Tyson was going to throw something at him. Smoothly he reached over the counter and snagged the hand that held the pen. Before Tyson realized what Jack was doing Jack had already taken the pen and written down a phone number on the back of Tyson’s hand.
“For a good time call me.” Jack winked and left.
Tyson scrubbed the number off his hand.
This is a pattern that repeated itself everyday for the next week. Somehow Jack always managed to leave his number somewhere on Tyson’s hand. Tyson’s hands were getting really dry from all the scrubbing. Monday the next week Tyson stopped Jack before he even stepped in the door.
“What will it take for me to get you to stop writing your number on my hand?”
“A date,” was the immediate reply
“What, drinks and sex? ‘Cause I don’t go for that.”
Jack took Tyson’s hand and kissed it. “Dinner and a walk on the beach?”
“We‘re landlocked.”
“So we’ll improvise, say Friday night? At 6?”
Reluctantly Tyson agreed. One date wouldn’t kill him, and would save his poor dry hands.
That Friday found Tyson more nervous than he should be. Though, if Tyson was honest with himself, Jack was really a handsome guy. Sure, he had an unfortunate liking for really bad pick-up lines, but he was persistent if nothing else. They had agreed to meet at Pleasure and go from there, Tyson wasn’t sure if he would need his broom or not, but decided to take it anyways. He could always leave it in the parking lot. He checked his reflection in the mirror. Yep, still had hair. Was still in place too and hadn’t magically turned some color other than black. Annoyed at himself Tyson looked away from the mirror. He would be a few minutes early, but he was driving himself crazy.
Jack was already waiting with a car. Tyson landed and got off his broom, automatically setting the spell-alarm.
“Did you wait long?”
Jack smiled warmly, “Nope, just got here. Shall we?” He gestured towards the door he held open. Tyson slid into the car before he could change his mind. Jack slid in beside him. They ate dinner at a nice restaurant-the kind that doesn’t have prices on the menu because you would go into a coma if you saw them. Afterwards Jack led Tyson to an elevator. Tyson raised a brow at him, but Jack just smiled secretively. They went all the way up to the roof. A woman was already up there, dressed in draping red fabric and far too much make-up.
“Are you ready?” She asked Jack.
He nodded as Tyson said, “Ready? Ready for what?”
The woman had them stand in the middle of a spell circle. Tyson’s eyes widened as he realized what it was for. “Jack…” He was cut off as the woman started the spell. Jack just grinned at him. Tyson’s nose itched as he felt the spell in progress and then they disappeared.
They reappeared on a beach somewhere on the equator. Another gaudily dressed woman greeted them and handed them their return ticket. “When you’re ready, just tell me.”
Jack towed the protesting Tyson away. “What are we doing here?” Tyson demanded.
“It’s a walk on the beach.”
“I can see that. Jack, transportation spells cost a fortune!”
Jack smiled, “don’t worry. I’ve something of a golden goose; I can afford it. Just enjoy.”
So Tyson did.
After their walk they relaxed on the sand. Tyson was sitting with his legs stretched before him. Jack was sitting by his feet. He had offered a foot-rub and Tyson took him up on it; he liked foot-rubs.
“That was quite a date,” Tyson remarked to Jack.
Jack smiled up at him, “I really, really, really, wanted to impress you.”
‘Well…consider me impressed.”
“Alright, and as promised, I will stop writing my number on your hand.”
Tyson looked at him, “Did you just write your number on my foot?”
Jack grinned at the witch.
Tyson sighed, “What will it take for you to stop writing your number on my foot?”
Jack knelt between his legs, “Be my boyfriend?” He gave him a puppy-dog look which looked ridiculous on a man his age.
“I’ll think about it.”
“Yes?”
“Maybe.”
“Yes?” Jack leaned up almost touching Tyson’s lips with his own. Tyson flushed.
“Keep on asking and I’ll turn you into a newt.” He could feel Jack’s breath on his lips.
“So is that a yes?”
“Just shut up and kiss me.”
Jack backed away teasingly, “Not until you say yes.”
Tyson gave him a look. Jack picked up one of Tyson’s hands and kissed the back of it, “I can keep this up all night.”
“So my only hope of reprieve is to go along with your mad schemes?“
“Yep.”
“BabaYaga help me.”
Jack just grinned before taking that statement as a yes, and kissed Tyson.
Tyson knocked back another Hex on the Beach, his head protesting the fast consumption of alcohol. His nose still ached from the healing spell he had to cast when the vampire had broken it. He didn’t want to think about it so he ordered another drink. On a second thought he ordered another one; this one to banish the thought that he would now have to get another flatmate.
The bartender set both drinks in front of him. Tyson grabbed one of the drinks to consume.
“Oh thanks, how did you know?” A man slid next to him and grabbed the extra Hex on the Beach, “It’s my favorite.”
Tyson scowled, “give it back or I’ll curse you.”
“You can hex me all night long if you want.” The man grinned at his own joke and looked Tyson up and down appreciatively.
Tyson muttered under his breath as the man put the drink to his lips. It turned into a newt. With it’s new-found mobility and brains the Hex on the Beach scampered off. The man watched it go. “Sexy and a talented tongue. I think I found a keeper.”
“Keep your thoughts to yourself unless you want them on a neon sign above your head.”
The man leaned in, “Now, now, we can’t have that unless we want everyone reading porn featuring you.”
Tyson flushed. He decided that he had had enough and pushed away from the counter. The man followed him outside.
‘Pretty, pretty witch, where are you going?" Tyson ignored him and walked to where he had parked his broom. “Naughty witch, didn’t your mother teach you not to drink and fly?”
Tyson suffered him a glance, “Didn’t your mother teach you to keep it in your pants?”
“Nope.” The man gave him a grin, “and I’m hoping yours didn’t either.”
The witch didn’t have a reply for that, and instead got on his broom. In a few seconds he was shooting through the sky, heading back to his apartment.
~
The next day he swallowed a hangover potion before heading to work. He worked at the coffee shop, Pleasure, down the way. Coffee was much like brewing potions, and it was a good part-time job while he set up a customer base for his spells. He had just opened and was prepping the machines for the day when someone spoke up from the other side of the counter.
“What time do you get off and can I help?”
Tyson’s head jerked up and around to see the man from last night. He looked to be late 20s and was dressed in a business suit and looked to be on the way to work. Tyson scowled, “you again.”
The man’s eyes lit up, “Oh good, you remember me. The name is Jack, by the way.”
“Hit the road Jack.”
Jack raised an eyebrow, “How rude, and here I am, a paying customer.”
The scowl never left Tyson’s face as he reached for a cup and a pen, “Fine, welcome to Pleasure, what’s your order?”
Jack wiggled his eyebrows at him, “Aren’t you supposed to say ‘What’s your pleasure‘?”
Tyson’s eye twitched, “No, tell me what you want.’
The man went on as if Tyson hadn’t said anything, “because then I’d tell you that my pleasure is you, or that I want to pleasure you…” He smiled when it looked like Tyson was going to throw something at him. Smoothly he reached over the counter and snagged the hand that held the pen. Before Tyson realized what Jack was doing Jack had already taken the pen and written down a phone number on the back of Tyson’s hand.
“For a good time call me.” Jack winked and left.
Tyson scrubbed the number off his hand.
This is a pattern that repeated itself everyday for the next week. Somehow Jack always managed to leave his number somewhere on Tyson’s hand. Tyson’s hands were getting really dry from all the scrubbing. Monday the next week Tyson stopped Jack before he even stepped in the door.
“What will it take for me to get you to stop writing your number on my hand?”
“A date,” was the immediate reply
“What, drinks and sex? ‘Cause I don’t go for that.”
Jack took Tyson’s hand and kissed it. “Dinner and a walk on the beach?”
“We‘re landlocked.”
“So we’ll improvise, say Friday night? At 6?”
Reluctantly Tyson agreed. One date wouldn’t kill him, and would save his poor dry hands.
That Friday found Tyson more nervous than he should be. Though, if Tyson was honest with himself, Jack was really a handsome guy. Sure, he had an unfortunate liking for really bad pick-up lines, but he was persistent if nothing else. They had agreed to meet at Pleasure and go from there, Tyson wasn’t sure if he would need his broom or not, but decided to take it anyways. He could always leave it in the parking lot. He checked his reflection in the mirror. Yep, still had hair. Was still in place too and hadn’t magically turned some color other than black. Annoyed at himself Tyson looked away from the mirror. He would be a few minutes early, but he was driving himself crazy.
Jack was already waiting with a car. Tyson landed and got off his broom, automatically setting the spell-alarm.
“Did you wait long?”
Jack smiled warmly, “Nope, just got here. Shall we?” He gestured towards the door he held open. Tyson slid into the car before he could change his mind. Jack slid in beside him. They ate dinner at a nice restaurant-the kind that doesn’t have prices on the menu because you would go into a coma if you saw them. Afterwards Jack led Tyson to an elevator. Tyson raised a brow at him, but Jack just smiled secretively. They went all the way up to the roof. A woman was already up there, dressed in draping red fabric and far too much make-up.
“Are you ready?” She asked Jack.
He nodded as Tyson said, “Ready? Ready for what?”
The woman had them stand in the middle of a spell circle. Tyson’s eyes widened as he realized what it was for. “Jack…” He was cut off as the woman started the spell. Jack just grinned at him. Tyson’s nose itched as he felt the spell in progress and then they disappeared.
They reappeared on a beach somewhere on the equator. Another gaudily dressed woman greeted them and handed them their return ticket. “When you’re ready, just tell me.”
Jack towed the protesting Tyson away. “What are we doing here?” Tyson demanded.
“It’s a walk on the beach.”
“I can see that. Jack, transportation spells cost a fortune!”
Jack smiled, “don’t worry. I’ve something of a golden goose; I can afford it. Just enjoy.”
So Tyson did.
After their walk they relaxed on the sand. Tyson was sitting with his legs stretched before him. Jack was sitting by his feet. He had offered a foot-rub and Tyson took him up on it; he liked foot-rubs.
“That was quite a date,” Tyson remarked to Jack.
Jack smiled up at him, “I really, really, really, wanted to impress you.”
‘Well…consider me impressed.”
“Alright, and as promised, I will stop writing my number on your hand.”
Tyson looked at him, “Did you just write your number on my foot?”
Jack grinned at the witch.
Tyson sighed, “What will it take for you to stop writing your number on my foot?”
Jack knelt between his legs, “Be my boyfriend?” He gave him a puppy-dog look which looked ridiculous on a man his age.
“I’ll think about it.”
“Yes?”
“Maybe.”
“Yes?” Jack leaned up almost touching Tyson’s lips with his own. Tyson flushed.
“Keep on asking and I’ll turn you into a newt.” He could feel Jack’s breath on his lips.
“So is that a yes?”
“Just shut up and kiss me.”
Jack backed away teasingly, “Not until you say yes.”
Tyson gave him a look. Jack picked up one of Tyson’s hands and kissed the back of it, “I can keep this up all night.”
“So my only hope of reprieve is to go along with your mad schemes?“
“Yep.”
“BabaYaga help me.”
Jack just grinned before taking that statement as a yes, and kissed Tyson.