Jett's Gift

By Jude Mason

A six hundred year old vampire finds love, but will it, can it, last when AIDS pokes its ugly head up?

Jett is a creature of the night and he's not happy. In fact, he's heartbroken and in love. The man who's torn his world apart has been diagnosed with AIDS.

Jett knows he can save Alex, the man who's stolen his heart, but for some reason he's been denied.

After weeks, months of frustrated discussions and fighting, Jett's determined to give it one last try.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pride Publishing
• Release date: Feb 7, 2011
• ISBN: 9780857154620

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Jett’s Gift

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©Copyright Jude Mason 2011

Cover Art by April Martinez ©Copyright February 2011

Edited by Delaney Sullivan

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JETT’S GIFT

Jude Mason

Dedication

To those living with AIDS and the people who love them.

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Sherlock Holmes: Sir Arthur Conan Dole

Chapter One

Jett grabbed the metal vent pipe and leaned over the side of the building, peering down at the ant-like mingling of humanity below. The cold, southeast wind whipped the long duster around his thighs and he grasped the waist-high pipe a little tighter. Wouldn’t do to fall into their midst unannounced. He smiled dismally. The real shocker would have come when he got up and walked casually away. Rain slicked his long, black hair down. The wind whipped it across his face, into his eyes—black eyes, the colour of death, or so he’d been told time and time again.

He climbed onto one of the many ledges, his heavy-soled leather boots gripping the worn shingles. Standing tall, he turned his gaze upwards to the night sky, daring the wind to tear him from his precarious perch.

Six hundred years he’d lived in darkness, feeding off the dregs of humanity and finding love with those who, for the most part, had been cast out or shunned for being ‘different.’

Alex was different, and he loved the man like he’d never loved anyone before. Loved him more than he’d thought possible after so long, so very, very long. Their couplings were nothing less than amazing. Alex, as always, was brilliant in the many ways he’d found to pleasure Jett. The lovely man knew how to do things with his mouth and lips that drove Jett mad with desire. The sharpness of Alex’s mortal teeth tugging at flesh long chilled and lust-tainted with the passing of so much time both astonished Jett and impressed him tremendously. He’d thought he was long past the intensity of arousal Alex garnered in him. Thinking of his lover’s amazing oral capabilities made his rod stiffen to majestic proportions and sensitivity. The gentle nipping of the man’s mouth was enough to set his teeth on edge and send flashes of ecstasy up his spine.

The soft flick of a wet tongue sliding across his swollen cock head, its stiffened tip entering the hole at the end, sent a