100 Theme Challenge #93 (18+)

93. Wild

18+: Drug use and sexual content

The invitation Adam received that morning in his mail surprised him, to say the least. He never expected Mister Black to invite him to one of his private parties. He knew these weren't beloved by most of the old people of the high society, because Mister Black's reputation wasn't all… white, to find a proper term to describe his wild behavior with alcohol, music and his guests. People said he was the wildest man they ever encountered, that he did monumental parties with lots of alcohol and diverse entertainments. He had a close circle of friends, but once you entered it, you were in without a way out. His friends were all… quite exuberant, to say the least, with their colorful clothes and particular tastes. Adam once saw one of them walk around with a tiger, after all, which wasn't really common at all in Central London. Who would think to bring back an animal from Africa simply for their amusement, Adam had no clue. Adam hadn't thought anything of it, he always believed in live and let the others live thing, until he met Mister Black one day by accident. He never liked to let his servants do the shopping for him, so when he could, he'd go out and buy himself the things he needed. Not many high-class people would do that, but Adam didn't mind. He'd do whatever he wanted. He was surprised to see Mister Black one day as well, checking out some silk sheets. 

They conversed for a few minutes, Adam trying not to stare at his flawless skin and the halo around his head created by the sun on his blonde hair. Whatever he had said, it must have pleased Mister Black, for a few days later he was faced with an invitation. He pondered a bit before accepting, sending his butler to deliver the message. The party was tonight, and he had only a few hours to find the perfect suit.

Despite some rumors, Adam wasn't met with some elephants once he set foot in Mister Black's house. In fact he wondered how such a big animal could possibly walk around in a house, it wasn't properly fit and was barely high enough. What funny ideas these people had. He took a glass of champagne a servant tended to him and greeted a few familiar faces, but he could see he was already late at the festivities. Most were already drunk, or breathing through these long pipes, eyes bloodshot and glassy. People was also groping each other without any shame in other rooms with opened doors, throwing him amused glances when he walked past them.

"Mister Williams," someone called him, and he turned around to be greeted by Mister Black. His shirt was opened at the collar, his hair disheveled and his eyes too bright in the dim light of the room.

"Good evening, Mister Black. I noticed there are no wild animals in your house, despite many rumors. I am quite disappointed."

Mister Black laughed, putting his hand on his shoulder, and Adam allowed himself a small smile. He was a bit uncomfortable in that odd environment, but he supposed a few drinks and perhaps a few breaths in one of those pipes would help him loosen up.

"I see talking of me is a hobby of quite a few, but please, don't listen to them. Unless you wish for me to buy a monkey for our next encounter, to which I could make one rumor true."

"Oh no, who knows how to deal with a monkey, what it eats and such. The entertainments you offer here are already interesting, may I say."

Mister Black smiled. "Have you ever been introduced to a friend of mine, right over here?" He walked them to a love couch beside an end table, on which was one of those pipes Adam saw a bit everywhere since he arrived.

"Are you talking about this friend?" He asked as he took the long, metal object.

"Indeed I am, Mister Williams. Would you like to try it with me?" He sat on the couch, looking quite comfortable, and Adam gulped before gulping down the rest of his champagne and setting the glass on the table. He sat beside the host.

"What is in it? I suppose it's not tobacco."

He suppressed a shiver when he felt Mister Black lean against him, his breath against his neck. "It's not. It is way better."

Adam nodded, not daring to look at his side. He gasped in surprise when Mister Black's arm shot before him to take a small wooden box Adam hadn't even noticed. The host smiled at him, looking dangerously attractive, before he retrieved what looked like a small herb ball from the box.

"This is the magic." He placed it in the pipe and gestured for Adam to place his lips around the mouthpiece before he lit the bowl. "Inhale deeply."

Adam did so, and coughed loudly when the smoke hit his lungs. "It tastes and smells sweet, like dried flowers," he said once he calmed down. He took another inhalation, trying to keep it a little bit longer before he exhaled. Mister Black took the pipe and took a puff before he set it down.

"How do you feel?" He asked him.

Adam blinked, and suddenly he was feeling so much lighter, free. He giggled, letting himself fall against the back of the couch. "I feel amazing." Mister Black settled himself beside him, his head pressed against his palm to look down at him. He was smiling.

"You look exquisite like this, Adam." That made the latter hum, for he was lost in his own head. He still twitched when Mister Black kissed him, his soft lips brushing against his. They looked at each other, and Adam brought his hand to his face to stroke his jaw, his cheekbone. He grasped his blonde locks and brought their mouths back together, moaning when Mister Black grabbed him through his slacks.

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This was inspired by The Picture of Dorian Gray, by Oscar Wilde. I love that book, and I thought its concept fit right with today's theme.