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little, legs opening a bit.  You ll be fine.
Just fine.
Jester kept staring, licking his lips. Then the boy coloured, turning to look out the
window.
Hawk reached out, slowly stroking Jester s wrist and fingers.
Jester gasped softly, eyes turning again to him. The boy bit his bottom lip, hand turning
so that the slender fingers touched his skin as well.
 Does it feel as good to you as it does to me? Oh, he wanted to taste those lips, tease
them open and drink deep.
 Your skin is so soft. It makes me hot, replied Jester.
 Yours is smooth. It makes my fingers tingle. Beautiful boy.
 Me? Jester seemed so surprised, but also so very pleased. The boy moved a little closer,
coming out of his corner.
 Yes, you. Surely you have been told this before? He kept touching, kept stroking.
 Me? Jester laughed and shook his head.  Who would tell me that?
 Well, I will. And wasn t he unbearably pleased to get confirmation of what he d
suspected. Untouched. Ready for his hands.
 Oh & oh, you say the nicest things Hawk Blackwing. Jester melted against the back of
the car, eyes watching him unabashedly now.
 Only truth, Jester. Now, tell me, what you do when you re not working and keeping me
company?
 Oh, nothing very interesting to someone like you, I m sure. I usually make supper
because my mother doesn t get home until late. And the kids need to be put to bed. I like to read.
About things and places.
 Brothers and sisters? How many? He knew the answer of course, just as he knew the
boy s mother worked the spacedocks and that the father had been sent to a prison colony years
before.
 One older brother, four younger brothers and three younger sisters. There are nine of us
in all.
 So many! He smiled, shook his head.  In my family there was only me and my sister.
 That sounds & peaceful. Jester gave him a warm smile.  What do you do with your
time?
 I spend many hours in the club  dancing and relaxing, visiting with friends. He
grinned.  Enjoying my pleasures.
 That sounds very nice. There was longing in the soft voice.
 Yes. It is nice. It is nicer shared, of course.
The colour on Jester s cheeks increased again.  Sharing does sound nicer.
 I think so, too. He brought Jester s hand over to his lap, petting gently.
Jester gasped softly, fingers curling around his thigh, eyes once again wide with surprise
and wonder.
 Is this okay? Are you comfortable? He leaned in a bit, nuzzling with his body without
pushing too hard.
 I don t &  the boy swallowed.  I don t think I would call it comfortable, but I think I
like it.
 Well, then. I will trust you to tell me if I do something you need me to stop. Is that
fine? He offered the control into those thin hands, curious to see what the boy would do with it.
Jester s eyes got impossibly wider.  You re going to do things to me that will make me
tell you to stop?
 Well, that depends on you, Jester. For instance, if I held your hand, as I m doing now,
would you tell me to stop?
Oh, the boy was perfect. Utterly lovely.
 Oh, no, Hawk. I like it when you hold my hand. Very much. There was no guile in the
boy, no thought of playing, just honest emotions.
 And if I asked to kiss you?
 A real kiss? No one ever has & I would not tell you to stop, Hawk. Those green eyes
gazed up at him, full of want and need and still more wonder.
 A real kiss, Jester. He leaned down and rested his lips against the boy s, sharing their
air.
Jester s eyelids fluttered, a soft gasp puffing air into his mouth. The hand around his
thigh tightened.
He parted the boy s lips, tongue sliding in just a bit. Just enough to taste.
Jester gasped again, pulling away this time, eyes huge.  Oh, Hawk. It s so big. So much.
 Is it good? Would you like another?
Jester licked his lips and slowly nodded.  Yes, please, Hawk. If you would want to do it
again.
 Oh, I would very much like to kiss you again, Jester.
He took another kiss, this one more firm, more hungry.
A soft moan filled his mouth, Jester s eyes closing, mouth opening, letting him in.
Hawk took a long taste, purring into Jester s mouth, tilting the thin face so he might get a
better angle. Jester s fingers dug into his thigh as the boy held on very tightly. The boy s mouth
opened wider to him, giving what he was silently asking for.
Oh, he wanted nothing more than to pull Jester into his lap, allow his hands to search and
stroke, but this was not the time or the place, so he slowly pulled back, lapping at the soft,
swollen lips.
The green eyes slowly blinked open, glazed over with pleasure.  Hawk & 
 Yes, Jester? He gave the boy a pleased smile, nuzzling the corner of Jester s mouth.
 Thank you. The words were earnest, the voice slightly breathless.
 You re welcome, pretty pet. He stroked one hand through the soft curls.  Thank you.
Jester beamed at him.  You re welcome.
The death grip on his thigh eased, Jester s fingers stroking, unconsciously he d bet.
The aircar slowed, the bright violet lights of the club familiar and home.  We re here.
Come on up.
He waited for the car to dock, then he opened the door, introducing Jester to a new life.
Chapter Three
Jester was feeling very strange.
Not a bad strange, not at all, just like nothing was quite real.
Not the aircar with its so soft seats or Hawk with his so soft lips. And certainly not the
tall building with the neon purple lights and the elegantly dressed doorman and the people
wearing such fancy clothes as they came and went.
He looked down at his own jeans and the t-shirt beneath his old, second-hand jacket. He
didn t fit here. He was neat and tidy and clean, but he certainly wasn t elegant or fancy or fine.
He wanted to reach out for Hawk s hand, but he didn t want to presume.
Perhaps he was dreaming. Perhaps none of this was real.
Then Hawk s hand slid into his.  Come. We ll dine down here tomorrow evening as we d
planned. Tonight, let s just be the two of us, yes? Quiet and casual? Easy.
He clung to Hawk s hand, to how solid and warm and real it felt.  I would like that,
Hawk.
He was led into a lift and taken up and up and up. Hawk was relaxed beside him, talking
quietly to different people as they came on and off, one hand softly stroking his hair. Then they
stepped off into a softly lit hallway, down to a door where Hawk s palmprint was read and it
opened.  Come in, Jester.
He stepped through the door, looking around with wide eyes. It was so quiet and [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]