There was a silver-haired man with a bright red butt kneeling beside a younger man, head
bowed. There was a slender, almost girlish boy in another man s lap, laughing and eating bites
like a little bird.
So many strange but fascinating things. He could just sit and watch all night.
Do you and your boy want anything specific, Hawk, or should I order for all us? Des
asked.
Order away, my friend. Hawk gave him a wink and another quick hug. Desmond has a
great love of food. Eating with him is always entertaining, yes, Connor?
Connor turned bright red, nodding. Yes.
Desmond chuckled. We ll have four different entrees. That way we can share, hmm?
Connor leaned toward him. Do you like salmon? That s one of my favorites.
That s fish, isn t it? He shook his head. I don t like fish, it s very & fishy.
Oh, yeah? I like almost everything, food-wise. So much better than nutribars.
You might like the fish they prepare here, Jester. The chef only uses the freshest
ingredients. Desmond smiled at him and then conferred quietly with the waiter.
Hawk s hand stroked his spine, the material of his shirt thin enough that he could feel
every bit of the touch. He smiled up at Hawk, reaching out under the cover of the table and
touching Hawk s thigh. It made him feel better, knowing Hawk was there, right there with him.
Are you having fun? Hawk leaned over him, dark hair almost curtaining them.
He nodded. I like being with you and everything s so interesting.
Hawk kissed him again, making his head spin and stealing his breath. His hand squeezed
Hawk s leg and he began to melt against Hawk s heat. It was Desmond s chuckle that made him
pulls away, face flushed.
You re right, Hawk, he s quite a sensualist.
Hawk had spoken of him? Oh, that made him blush harder, but it also made him feel
good.
He s lovely. Hawk nuzzled his cheek with warm lips. I hear you have a ceremony
coming up soon, Des?
Des beamed. Good news travels fast. Connor has agreed to wear my collar.
Collar? Jester asked, looking from Des to Connor.
Connor nodded, looking proud and pleased, fingers touching the thick neck. Everybody
will know I m his.
Jester s eyes widened. His?
Yes. Mine. Desmond s expression matched Connor s and two of Desmond s fingers
joined Connor s, bringing attention to a dark mark on Connor s neck.
Oh, that was a hickey.
Connor shivered, chin lifting to let Desmond s hand slide on the dark mark. Hawk purred
softly, thumb drawing a circle on his skin. Congratulations, my friends.
He thought about it, thought about how nice it was to have Hawk s arm on his back while
they walked to their table, so everyone knew he was with Hawk.
He smiled. Yes, congratulations. But how will they know just from seeing the collar?
Does it have your name on it? he asked Des.
Connor looked at Des, eyes curious, making Hawk chuckle softly.
It s like a wedding band. It says that you belong to someone. That you ve made a
commitment and he to you. Des smiled softly at Connor. Besides, you ll be with me; they
won t be able to misunderstand who goes with the collar. Isn t that so, Hawk?
Hawk nodded, one finger stroking his nape. Yes. There is no doubt who belongs.
Jester blushed and he turned into Hawk, burying his face against the wide chest. He
wanted to belong here. Wanted to belong to Hawk.
Hawk pet him, held him close and hummed. No doubt at all, yes Desmond?
Not for a moment. Desmond sounded so very sure. Just like Hawk. He thought maybe
it was part & part of being a dominant.
Hawk and Desmond started talking, voices low and easy, talking about friends and plans
and normal things. All the while, Hawk was touching him, loving on him. He just held onto
Hawk s leg and enjoyed the touches, not really minding who saw it felt too good to really care.
He caught Connor s eye and smiled shyly, thinking that Connor was a very lucky man.
Connor smiled back, eyes crinkling up and shining, looking so happy.
The food came and it all smelled and looked so good. Even Connor s salmon.
He noticed Connor put a napkin in his lap, but didn t reach for his utensils like Hawk and
Des did. Uncertain, he reached tentatively for his fork.
Hawk gave him a smile and a nod, their legs rubbing together. It s okay, Pet. You re
okay. Don t worry about Connor, Jester.
He picked up his fork, and reached for a bite of his meat. He thought he remembered
Desmond saying it was lamb.
Oh, it was good.
Not so good that he didn t notice Desmond help himself first to a bite from his own plate
and then Connor s. Then Desmond fed a bite of each to Connor. Connor made a soft happy
sound at the bite of salmon, eyes half-closed, focus on Desmond alone.
Jester s fork stopped halfway to his mouth as he watched. Wow. That was & really sexy.
Hawk s fingers wrapped around his, bringing the bite to his mouth. Aren t they lovely
together? Desmond waited for a long, long time to find Connor.
It looks like it was worth the wait, he said softly. Watching them making his belly
flutter and his cock get hard.
It is, when you find the one you were looking for. Hawk was whispering in his ear,
making his belly clench.
He turned to Hawk. What if you don t even know you re looking?
So long as we found each other, Pet, what difference does it make? Hawk s eyes were
so dark, so sure.
He watched them as he leaned in, closing the space between their lips. The kiss was
special slow and sweet and hot and everything the vids said a kiss could be. He melted against
Hawk again, everything else fading.
Hawk kissed and tasted and touched him, hands hot and sure on his soft clothes. He
moaned, fork dropping to the table as he wrapped his hands in Hawk s shirt, clinging as the kiss
deepened. The sounds and lights seemed to fade, the only thing he knew was Hawk, right there,
touching him.
Oh, Hawk made him feel so good, made him need so much. Hawk sent him flying and he
didn t come back to earth until the kiss eased, Hawk s eyes smiling at him. He was breathless,
panting and dizzy and blinking up into the dark eyes. He smiled slowly.
Let s eat before it gets cold, yeah? Hawk leaned back, smiling over as Desmond. Are
you all planning on dancing tonight?
If Piotr finds something slow for us to dance to. Desmond fed another mouthful to
Connor, smiling.
Hawk chuckled, taking a bite of steak. Desmond s not the world s fondest of dancing. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]