Birthday Burglar

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by

Kat Merikan AKA
Katrina Conquista

http://KatrinaConquista.com

A massive
THANK YOU to all the people who have been supporting us and reading
our stories up till now. It has been an amazing journey with our
Polish-speaking readers and we are incredibly excited to be now
venturing into publishing in English.

Also, special
acknowledgement must go to Kat’s sister – Joanna, who has been
incredibly supportive and always willing to help with all the
technicalities of publishing but also kept motivating us to keep
writing.

Kat and Agnes
Merikan

(K.A.
Merikan)

WARNING:
Contains graphic m/m sex scenes, failed role play and a
chocolate orgasm.

Jamie parked
his car in front of a large pet store. He glanced into the
rear-view mirror to make sure his hair looked every bit as good as
when he was leaving his flat. Each morning he devoted at least ten
minutes to making it look fashionably nonchalant, but to keep up
the illusion he had to check on it every now and then. Longish,
blond, a bit rustled up, all-American celebrity hair, that’s what
he was going for. There was a thin line between careless and sloppy
he wasn’t willing to cross.

Once he made
sure the mess on his head was perfect, Jamie opened the door of his
Chevy and got out of the car. Even for a short outing like this
one, he tried to dress immaculate. Being an Abercrombie in-store
model had its responsibilities after all! There was the advantage
of getting free clothes now and then, but he felt it was his duty
to do them justice and show off even after work. He secretly hoped
it would get him noticed and land a photo shoot gig with the
company. It was yet to happen, but he was willing to be
patient.

He swiftly made
his way toward the massive pet store, trying to shift his focus
away from himself to the reason he was here in the first place.
Neil. Neil’s birthday. Jamie was already hyped up by what he had
planned. His boyfriend had been lately complaining that their life
wasn’t as spontaneous as it used to be. Jamie thought it hardly
surprising, since they have been a couple for three years now,
living together and both studying at NYU. The last thing he wanted
was to see Neil unhappy so he thought long and hard to come up with
the perfect birthday surprise. The obvious thing was a cake, which
he kept hidden in their fridge, in a box that previously contained
frozen chicken nuggets. He doubted Neil would touch it, taking into
account his new detox regime. All his boyfriend seemed to eat in
the recent weeks were dressing-less salads and soups. And worst of
all, he tried to force them onto Jamie!

Not that he
needed to be on a diet. Neil had always been slim and energetic.
When they first met in high school, right after Neil’s transfer,
all Jamie could see in him was a goth freak. With his platform
boots, makeup and bright purple hair, he was nothing like the guys
Jamie normally hung out with. It was the fact that he was openly
gay that got Jamie interested at first but once they got to know
each other, Neil turned out to have a heart a lot bigger than the
crazy hair-do’s he used to have back then. He also had more ideas
and hobbies than anyone Jamie knew and was as stubborn as the
fiercest quarterback. Neil might not look like the fighting type,
but he'd rather have his legs broken than back away from a
confrontation.

Jamie would be
lying though if he said he didn’t appreciate Neil having toned his
image down a bit - his hair still purple but shorter and neater,
clothes still alternative but not as freaky as they used to be.
Though it might have had something to do with Neil’s attempts to be
taken seriously at job interviews rather than an actual change of
heart.

His mind dozed
off to the mental image of Neil taking off his clothes, but bumping
into a cage full of rabbits quickly got Jamie focused again.
Puppies. He needed a puppy. Everyone loved puppies so he considered
one to be a great addition to the planned celebration. Standing in
front of the customer helpdesk, he scratched his chin and looked
around the massive pet store. He could hear birds screeching, but
the rows of racks and tall shelving units confused him. He wasn’t
sure where to start.

“Can I help
you, sir?”

Jamie looked
down at the blonde sales girl and instantly knew they would click.
She was cute as a button, probably not even eighteen. “Yes! I’m
looking for puppies.” He grinned at her.

She smiled
back, nodding. “Come this way,” she said and led Jamie past the
fishing section, between two rows of racks filled with dog and cat
food. “A gift for your girlfriend?” she asked, giving him a long,
languid once-over.

“No, for my
boyfriend.” Jamie winked at her. He used to be so deep in the
closet that now, being out, he wanted to show off his gay pride any
time he got the chance.

Disappointment
briefly flashed over the girl’s pretty face, but it soon
disappeared, replaced by a contented smile. “That’s so cute! What
kind of dog would he like?”

“A cute one,”
Jamie said as they walked closer to ‘Puppy-land’. “One that likes
to play and cuddle and doesn’t bark a lot.”

“We have a
golden retriever.” The girl looked at him, stopping by a bunch of
adorable baby dogs in glass cages. Some were kept alone, but most
pens contained up to three puppies. Two of the little balls of fur
were playing, completely absorbed by their harmless combat.

“Oh my God!
They’re adorable!” exclaimed Jamie, pressing the palms of his hands
against the glass. “How do people choose just one...?” he added in
amazement.

“Well, you
could take more if you want, although they might be a little too
much,” said the girl, smiling at the playing puppies. One of them
looked like a golden retriever, though its fur was more beige than
yellow. It knocked the other puppy over, trying to bite its ear
with a loud yelp.

Jamie let out a
sigh. It was true; two of those would be too much. Maybe they could
get another one later in life. “This one is so fierce.” He laughed,
pointing at the puppy.

“That’s one of
the dogs I was telling you about,” said the girl, moving closer to
Jamie to avoid being knocked over by two small boys chasing each
other through the store, much like the puppies. “His siblings are
already gone.”

“Oh, no! He’s
the only one left?” Jamie sighed, looking into the dog’s eyes. He
noticed a nice golden tint at the tips of its ears.

“Yup.” The shop
assistant smiled at the puppy. “He’s really sweet, and this breed
works well with most people.”

Jamie scooted
down to be at the puppy's eye-level. “I think Neil will love this
one,” he said with a wide grin and tapped on the glass with his
fingertips, which caught the attention of both the dogs. The
smaller black puppy backed away, looking at him with caution, but
the golden retriever jumped up, standing on its hind legs with the
front paws pressed against the glass. His tail was wagging like a
windshield wiper.

“Isn’t it
adorable?” laughed the girl.

“Is it a girl
or a boy?” asked Jamie.

“Ah, well, it
has all the necessary bits,” came the flat reply. She was right
about that.

Jamie laughed
and scooted down to take a closer look. “He does! I’ll take
him!”

Jamie strode
into the bright bedroom decorated with a large photograph of him
and his boyfriend hanging above the bed. There were also several
large candles and a bunch of dried flowers on the windowsill.
Neil’s exercise bike was standing in the corner, and next to it
were a few boxes containing stuff they couldn’t fit anywhere
else.

Jamie rushed,
trying to put his balaclava on as fast as possible. He was already
behind on the schedule he'd made for himself that morning. It was
all because of the dog! The poor thing got sick all over the car,
and Jamie's attempts to clean the upholstery went horribly wrong.
He had spilled the water in the parking lot and didn't have any
time to spare, so he decided to take care of the car later. He'd
left the puppy in the little storage room in the corridor just so
that it wouldn’t ruin Neil’s birthday surprise. Neil was due home
any minute now and if Jamie didn’t hurry, his plan would be
ruined.

They both loved
sex role-play. Usually, they had it all planned, but not this time.
If more spontaneity was what Neil wanted, that's what he would get.
What could be better than a birthday burglar? Jamie took the time
to buy a pair of new black jeans and a turtleneck to look the part.
Once he heard the door being unlocked, he quickly donned the
balaclava, ran into the bedroom and hid in the wardrobe just in
time. Their apartment was small, so he had to be quiet. Through the
small gap Jamie left, he could hear Neil moving about in the
corridor. He was muttering something beneath his breath, and
Jamie's pulse quickened when he saw his partner’s form reflected in
a large mirror on the other side of the room. He felt like a real
predator waiting to jump his prey and smiled at the thought.

It took a few
more minutes, but Neil finally walked into the bedroom taking off
his shirt. As soon as he dropped it on the bed, he bent down to
pick up some socks off the floor. “Oh for fucks’ sake, Jamie,” he
muttered with a long sigh.

Jamie felt a
pang of guilt at the disorder he'd left but he wouldn't let that
stop him! Slowly, he crept out of the wardrobe, rope ready in his
hand, and took a few more seconds admiring Neil’s pale skin and
slender body. The blinds cast a stripy shadow on Neil’s back as he
kneeled on the carpeted floor, gathering the scattered clothes with
obvious annoyance. His spine flexed sensuously, as he reached to
his far side, for another garment.

Jamie took a
deep breath and slouched to grab Neil’s arms and pull him up.
Neil’s face shot up. Their eyes met in the square mirror on the
wall behind their bed. He drew in a frightened breath and made a
move to turn toward Jamie, who stopped him, grabbing his arms in a
vice-like grip. He managed to grasp both of Neil’s wrists with one
hand and instantly put the other on his mouth. His boyfriend's
moves became frantic as he struggled to get free. He screamed into
Jamie’s hand before attempting to bite him. That distracted Jamie
long enough for Neil to deliver a strong kick to his knee.

Jamie let out a
muffled cry through the balaclava and stumbled backward, trying to
keep his balance while still clinging onto Neil.

“Help!” Neil
screamed, attempting to punch his face. Jamie managed to block his
hand, but then Neil’s knee delivered a blow to the inner side of
his thigh, dangerously close to his groin, and things got a bit too
real for Jamie.

“God! No! It’s
me!” he screamed in panic. He didn't want that knee any closer to
his balls!

Neil blinked,
and it took a whole five seconds for the information to sink
in.

“What the
fuck... Jamie!” he finally hissed, pushing him away. His face
tensed in a mix of shock and anger. “Are you nuts?”

“No! I...
uhm... I wanted to surprise you,” Jamie uttered, rubbing his knee.
Neil yanked the balaclava off his head and sent it straight into
the wall.

“How could you
do this? What’s wrong with you?” he screamed and took two steps
back, his body tense, as if still ready to put up a fight against
the attacker who turned out to be his boyfriend.

“Birthday
burglar?” said Jamie in a weak voice, spreading his arms to the
sides. It wasn’t exactly the reaction he had been hoping for.

Neil's face
slacked, and he groaned, holding his head as if he were afraid it
would fall off. “Birthday burglar...” He trailed off in a flat
voice. “Jesus, Jamie.”

“But you like
that sort of stuff!” Jamie felt the need to defend his idea. “I
wanted to be spontaneous.”