It Was In The Cards

Leo stood on the step stool in front of the storefront, the letter board in his hands. He reached into the extra box, grabbed the letter 'N', 'U', 'D', 'E', and jammed them into the grooves right before "Psychic Readings." He snapped a quick picture, sent it to Instagram with the caption “Mom’s day off = 100% Chaos Mode,” and immediately forgot he had to take them off. His brain was already shifting gears.

He stripped off his clothes, the cool air hitting his skin. He grabbed the heavy velvet wizard’s cape his mother wore for fancy clients. It was lined with silk and opened in the front, exposing everything he had to the world. He pulled it on, swirling it around to watch the fabric catch the light, feeling like a king of his own tiny kingdom.

He grabbed the edible gummy from the desk drawer, popped it in his mouth, and then took a long, grimey hit from his glass bong. The smoke filled his lungs, and the room began to spin in a beautiful, delicious circle. He sat behind the desk, giggling uncontrollably as some mellow indie pop started playing from his phone. He started dancing, the velvet cape flowing around him, his dick flopping around freely as he waved a magic wand like he was performing a spell for a crowd of invisible aliens. He felt invincible, naked, and incredibly horny.

The bell above the door chimed.

"Shit!" Leo thought, panic flashing through his high. "I forgot to lock the door!"

The door swung open, hitting the wall with a gentle thud. A man walked in, briefcase in hand. He was sharp, expensive, and looked entirely too serious for a stoner’s lair. He was wearing a bespoke suit, Italian shoes, and a look that screamed I have a schedule to keep. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the sign in the window.

He looked at the sign, which now boldly advertised "NUDE" in bright black letters. Then he looked at Leo—naked under the velvet cape, giggling like a goblin, waving a wand in the air. A slow smile played on the man’s lips, his eyes scanning Leo from the tips of the velvet sleeves down to the bare feet on the hardwood floor. He didn't look away; he looked at Leo, taking in the curve of his waist and the way the heavy fabric draped over his erection.

"Psychic?" the man asked. His voice was low, smooth, and completely unimpressed.

Leo wiped his eyes, trying to compose his face into something mystical. He forced a serious expression, though his lips kept twitching, betraying his amusement. He sat up straighter, crossing his legs—which immediately caused the velvet cape to gape open wider, exposing more of his pale skin to the cool air. He tried to channel his mother’s deep voice but ended up sounding breathless and husky.

"The sign says so. I'm the guy."

"I'm here about my taxes," the man said, walking to the desk. He dropped his briefcase onto the mahogany surface with a heavy thud, his gaze still locked on Leo’s chest. "My accountant is on vacation."

Leo leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk, trying to look intense. The heavy velvet sleeves slid down his arms, pooling around his wrists. He spread his legs slightly, giving the man a better view. "Accountants are boring. They deal in ledgers and lies. Psychics see the truth, the real truth, the stuff in the dark."

The man raised an eyebrow, his eyes darkening with interest. "I'm a skeptic. I don't believe in spirits. I believe in numbers."

Leo grinned, the velvet cape swinging around his waist like a curtain revealing a stage. He knew he was in too deep, but the way the man was looking at him—really looking at him—made his blood sing. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk, the heavy silk sliding down his arms to pool at his wrists.

"I'll make a deal with you," Leo purred, his voice dropping an octave. He tapped the tarot deck with his wand. "For everything that I get right, you take off one article of clothing until you're as naked as me."

The man looked Leo up and down, his eyes tracing the line of Leo’s throat, down the curve of his chest, and lingering on the treasure trail that disappeared into the velvet abyss. He didn't look away. He didn't look away.

"You're naked," the man said, his voice gravelly, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes.

"Exactly," Leo said, spreading his legs slightly, giving the man a better view. "I'll read a card. If I touch on something true, you lose a layer."

The man studied him for a long, heated moment. He looked at the letter board, then back at the naked man with the wand. He seemed to be weighing the absurdity of the situation against the undeniable chemistry. Finally, a slow, predatory smile spread across his face.

"Fine. Let's see if you can see anything."

Leo shuffled the deck. His hands were shaking—not from fear, but from adrenaline and the lingering buzz of the gummy. He picked the card, his thumb flicking it across the table. It landed face up.

"The Tower," Leo whispered, staring at the jagged lines of the image. "Sudden collapse. Old structures failing. Chaos to come."

The man leaned in, his face inches from Leo’s. He didn't blink. "I'm in the middle of a hostile takeover bid. My firm is about to be dismantled. That's... accurate."

Leo swallowed hard. He was making this up, and yet the man believed him. The air between them crackled, charged with unspoken desire. Leo felt a rush of power, intoxicating and dizzying.

"Too accurate," Leo breathed, his voice trembling. He pointed a finger at the man's neck. "You take off your tie."

The man raised an eyebrow, a challenge in his gaze. He reached up, his fingers brushing against the silk knot. He didn't rush. He undid the knot deliberately, his eyes never leaving Leo's. The tie fell to the desk with a soft thud, and he rolled the collar of his shirt up slightly, exposing his throat.

"Next."

Leo flipped the next card. It was the Two of Cups. The image showed two figures joining hands in a circle of unity. "Partnership. A union. Someone coming into your life soon."

The man smirked, his eyes lighting up with interest. He ran a hand through his dark hair, relaxing his posture just a fraction. "I'm single."

Leo watched the movement of the man's hand, the flex of his fingers, the way his biceps looked in the tight sleeve of his shirt. He felt a sudden, overwhelming urge to touch him.

"Wait," Leo whispered, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. "The Two of Cups can also represent a partner you haven't met yet. Someone who is about to walk through that door."

The man looked at the door, his eyes lingering on Leo’s naked chest as if memorizing the map of his skin. He smirked, a flash of teeth that made Leo’s stomach drop. "You're good."

"Take off your shirt."

The man stood, the movement fluid and powerful. He unbuttoned his cuffs, his fingers moving with deliberate slowness, rolling the fabric down his forearms. He slid the shirt off his shoulders, letting it pool on the floor, and sat back down. He leaned back, propping his elbows on the chair, revealing a broad, hairy chest that was dusted with fine hair that disappeared into the waistband of his pants. Leo’s mouth went dry, his throat working as he swallowed hard, the air in the room suddenly feeling too thick to breathe.

Leo flipped the Ten of Swords. The image of the figure pierced by blades was stark and brutal. "Pain. Betrayal. The end of a difficult journey."

The man leaned in, his voice dropping to a husky rumble that vibrated right through Leo’s body. "I was just fired this morning. My partner stole my ideas and ran off with my assistant."

Leo stared at him, caught off guard. "How... how do you know?"

"I looked at the news," the man said, grinning, though his eyes were dark. "Hit me with the cards, Leo."

Leo flipped the High Priestess card. She sat silent and mysterious between the pillars. "She sits between the pillars of light and shadow. She says you're in over your head. You need help. With... finances."

The man looked at Leo, really looked at him, his gaze heavy and penetrating. "You have a lot of nerve. You're naked, high, and giving me a reading."

"Deal's a deal," Leo gestured to the man's pants. "Your turn."

The man stood, unbuckled his belt, and the sound of the metal clinking against the desk was loud in the quiet room. He let his pants drop, stepping out of them. He was left standing in just his boxers, a hint of a bulge straining against the fabric. He sat back down, spreading his legs wide, chair creaking under the shift in weight. He gave Leo a perfect view of the hard line of his thigh and the thick ridge of his erection trapped in cotton.

"Go ahead, Leo," the man said, his voice rough with lust. "What do the cards say?"

Leo looked at him, his mouth dry, his hands trembling. He couldn't shuffle the deck without fumbling, so he grabbed a pen and scribbled something quickly on a napkin. He slid it across the glass table until it stopped right in front of the man. "The Lovers."

"The Lovers," the man repeated, his eyes raking over the napkin and then back up to Leo’s face. He leaned in, his face inches from Leo’s. "Passion. Union."

"Yes," Leo said, his voice dropping to a ragged whisper. He stood up and walked around the desk. He pressed his body against the man, his hard cock brushing against the man's thigh. The contact was electric, sending a jolt straight to Leo's spine.

The man groaned, a low rumble that vibrated against Leo’s chest, and grabbed Leo's waist, pulling him in tight. Their lips crashed together—hungry, desperate, and full of teeth. It tasted like mint and lust. Leo backed him up against the desk, pushing the tax forms aside. He grabbed the man's cock and stroked it, feeling it throb in his hand, heavy and demanding.

The man tore at the velvet cape, ripping it the clasp effortlessly, exposing Leo’s naked skin to the air. He pushed Leo onto the desk, his body covering Leo's, pinning him down. He kissed him again, harder, deeper, his tongue demanding entry, his hands roaming over Leo’s back and ass.

But the man didn't stop there. He pulled back, his eyes dark with lust, and directed Leo's attention downward. "Show me," he commanded.

Leo didn't hesitate. He dropped to his knees between the man's legs, the velvet cape pooling around him like a robe of honor. He took the man's cock into his mouth, the heat and weight filling him instantly. He sucked with abandon, swirling his tongue around the head, tasting the salt of his precum. The man threw his head back, a guttural moan escaping his lips, his hands tangling in Leo’s hair.

"You're going to make me cum," the man groaned. Leo wanted it. He wanted to see what the cards looked like covered in him. He took the man deeper, sucking hard, bobbing his head faster, using his throat to massage the shaft. The man's hips bucked off the chair, his grip tightening on Leo's hair. With a final, primal shout, the man released, spurt after spurt of hot, thick cum shooting straight into Leo’s mouth and down his throat. But Leo pulled back just in time to let the end streams spray across the tarot cards scattered on the desk, coating The Tower and The Fool in glistening white.

The man slumped back, panting, his chest heaving. Leo swallowed the rest, licking his lips, feeling the sticky residue mixing with the scent of incense. He looked down at the cards, now covered in their mingled fluids, before crawling back up the man’s body.

Leo looked at the man. The man looked at Leo.

"Confession time," Leo said, his voice shaky. "My mom is normally the psychic. I was just fucking around today. But I must have her gift, if everything that I said in the cards was coming true."

The man stared at him for a long moment. He reached out and traced a line on Leo's chest.

"Confession time on my part too," the man said, his voice cool and collected. "You're a lousy psychic. You didn't get anything right."

Leo stared at him. "What?"

The man pulled his shirt up, covering his chest, but he left his pants open. "I just wanted to make out with you. I just wanted an excuse to get naked with you."

Leo blinked. "So... you're not coming back?"

The man reached into the tarot deck and pulled a card. He held it up: The Six of Cups.

"The Six of Cups," the man said. "Represents people coming back into your life."

He tossed the business card onto the pile of tax forms. "Here's my card. How about we make this prediction come true this Friday night for dinner at my place?"

Leo stared at the card, then up at the man. "Friday. Dinner."

"Friday," the man said. He buttoned his cuffs. "The nude part is negotiable."

He opened the door and walked out.

Leo lay on the desk, staring at the ceiling. He picked up the bong and took a hit. "Fuck," he whispered.