A Ghoul Like You
By J.L. Merrow
Niall walks away from the club. Away from the cute kid with the pouty mouth and the curly blond hair. His footsteps echo off graffiti-covered walls. He doesn’t look back.
He doesn’t need to.
He can smell the kid’s arousal from here, feel the vibrations as he moves. Not walking, more like bouncing, too much energy to be contained in one pair of cut-price Converse. He can hear the kid’s breaths coming hard and fast, and the beat of the boy’s heart throbs in Niall’s chest, too. Jamie, that was his name. Hi-I’m-Jamie-this-is-my-first-time-here.
It hasn’t been Niall’s first time at the Pit for many a year, but he’s still got it. Hell, if you go by the number of guys who come on to him, he’s got more of it now than he’s ever had. Come back when you’re legal,
