Inked Hearts

Hey there, it’s me again... I know it's been a while and I’m probably a has been or a never was trying to leave my mark. Let’s find out if I grew over the years ;)

So, to give you a little background on me, I'm 25 and stand at 5'11", Rusty Blond hair, jet back eyes, average body type, but not your average mind. I'd like to think I'm the next Einstein but my friends would more peg me to be a Jerry Seinfeld.

I'm an accountant at a law firm in Ohio and it's been that way for 3 years. In terms of my sexuality, am I opened? Well not so much, but if you asked me I'd be honest with you. Just that I'm masculine (mostly at least), so there isn't a need to ask.

So, my co-worker Jessica, she knows about my... well other life. She actually found out after I left my porn opened on the desktop at work. No, I'm not abusing company time, just had a little free time. So that was that. Jessica is like my spiritual animal... well if she was an animal or even had a soul, swear she’s a man eater, who wouldn't? A short brunette with racks that u can hide mangoes comfortably. In essence, she's actually a slut, but her confidence is something I'd like to have some day.

So, it's Friday and Jess(Jessica) and I are out for some drinks, nothing unusual, she gets the guys, while I oogle and wonder how their cocks look and fantasize if it were me instead of her. Yea, I know I’m a bit jealous but str8 guys... they make my mouth water.

2 Am Saturday morning and we decided that enough is enough. Surprisingly she paid more attention to me rather than the guys that were shooting glances at her. I guess it’s because she was on her period.

She got up and headed for the door knowing that she would have to be the driver knowing how wasted I got. So, I stumbled and fumbled before following her out the door.

"Purse and wallet and let’s get this over with" He said as he pointed his pistol to Jess's head.

Jess let out a hysterical yelp before covering her mouth, shaking and about to pick up her purse. He moved forward and kicked her back and I don't know what got in me, I sprang towards him while we both struggled to contain the gun he held. About 2 shots went off and he managed to fight me off, got up and turned the gun on me. I froze, this was it.

"BANG”. I felt my life flash before my eyes. Jess screamed. Then he fell. He fell? I checked my body but the bullet missed and out of his shadow stood someone at probably 6'1" or 6'2”, I'm not sure but I knew he was taller than me.

I looked as I saw the reason the mugger fell... from the hands of the stranger i saw blood dripping from what looked like a pocket knife. Jess didn't care, she just ran into him holding him tightly, thanking him. Hell, I wanted to do it too, but I wasn't sure if he was a homophobe and I'd have been his next victim.

Still I was grateful. He looked at me, and for a brief second, I felt as if I knew him. I felt as if he knew me too. Jess let go of him and he extended his hand to offer me some sort of support. I readily took it, without trying to seem as if I needed it but assuring that I appreciated the gesture.

"I need to go now, I'm not exactly friends with the feds, thank me later with a drink sometime" He winked at her and walked away. He stopped and turned to me and said you weren't so bad, just that you almost got yourself killed. He grinned and i felt his steel gray eyes pierce my chest and wondered if he just shot the bullet that I missed. He was gorgeous, not built, not skinny either, but I can tell he runs even if he doesn't work out. His skin was pale, but I guess that brought out the tattoos his arms and chest were covered in. He wore black with a jacket with cut arms, slightly unbuttoned. Before I had the chance to appreciate the work of art he was, he faded into the crowded that surrounded us, I saw him raise what looked like a card in the midst of the crowd that was now gathering now that the criminal was stationery. He stuck the card into a groove between some clay blocks and faded away into the dark where he came from.

Turns out that the guy on the floor, no longer is, but rather was. The blade that entered him, cut directly through his spine and was twisted to make a hole that subsequently caused him to bleed out.

Naturally Jess and I denied seeing the "assailant" and that it happened so fast that he didn't have the time to make out what he looked like.

"Kayle, they’re finished with us, what's the holdup" Jess said to me looking puzzled.

I reached through the crowd and grabbed the piece of paper stuck in the wall. I felt a rush, I needed to know this guy. I needed to thank him.

" Inked Temptations" he owned a tattoo parlor.

I’m not cock hungry and I’m sure he isn’t gay either. But I owe him my life. At least he should know it. But I will not let him know that I’m gay.