Page 4 of Private Exhibit
Andy started to turn away, thinking this was a mistake, then lurched to a stop as a group of people entered the exhibition room.Holy hells. At the front of the group was a perfect little specimen. Exactly Andy's type, when he was in the mood for a boy instead of a girl: slender body, platinum blond hair, makeup, skirt and high heels.
And the boy's tight shirt read,Yes, Daddy.
Fuck. Andy could so easily picture that stunning creature down on his knees.
The group arranged themselves at one side of the room. In the midst of the group was Thomas Pennington, owner of Charter Bank. Andy had never officially met the man but he knew him by reputation. Pennington donated huge sums to University Hospital, where Andy worked. Despite his charity, he'd been described as the coldest man on Agoran, and picturesof him certainly hadn't done justice to the marble rigidity of his features.
Andy flashed back to medical school, his mind conjuring up memories of text about comparative biology of different races around the world. Though short for his kind, Pennington was clearly a Falsiner by birth. The man blended in well—his hair was cut short instead of hanging down to his waist, and he wore a three-piece suit instead of furs—but his smooth face looked incapable of expression and that bone structure was unmistakable.
Speaking of bones. Andy frowned and took a step closer.Holy shit. Pennington had human finger bones tied into his hair.What the hells?
Andy watched as Pennington was positioned with his back against the wall while the sexy blond stood before him. The rest of the group arranged themselves in a semicircle, giving the pair a semblance of privacy in an otherwise very public space.
Several others moved closer to watch, Andy included. He peered over the heads of those in the semicircle and cursed as the blond got down on his knees, swallowing Pennington's enormous cock.
Fuck. Andy's own cock went hard at the sight while envy coursed through him. This was no mere one-off scene. Something about it spoke of deep connection. Commitment. The little blond belonged to Pennington, and that was all there was to it.
The people in the semicircle all shifted uncomfortably. Andy bit back a laugh. Some people just weren't cut out for voyeurism, but none of them looked away. They took the scene seriously, giving it their full attention.
Andy scanned the group. At one end stood a heterosexual couple, the two of them probably ten years older than Andy himself. They looked the most awkward, like they wanted to boltat any second. Beside them stood a big, muscular man with his arm around a boy who looked identical to the sexy blond, except this boy's hair was black. Next was a bearded man who had his arms around two boys. Andy blinked, realizing one of the boys was a ghost.
Frankie!he thought, recognizing the young man. Andy had done the boy's autopsy after Frankie had died in a structure fire. It was one of the first autopsies Andy had done after taking over the morgue a few years ago. Poor Frankie had been devastated at the time, discovering his lover was unable to see him. By the looks of things, that had changed. Andy couldn't help smiling a little at the sight. At least someone was getting a happy ending, and that boy definitely deserved it.
That just left one observer who stood at the end of the semicircle, all alone. Andy gave him a quick, dismissive glance and started to look away. The boy was plain. Average. There was absolutely nothing remarkable about his features. Brown hair. Brown eyes. A face that could generously be described as cute. He was the kind of person who could be easily forgotten. Compared to the sexy blond, he was utterly dull.
Except for one thing.
Andy whipped his head back around and stared at him.Holy shit. Of all the people watching the scene, this boy was the only one whose attention was absolutelyriveted. There was no shame or embarrassment there. No discomfort.
This boy clearlylovedto watch.
Oh hells. Andy's cock throbbed painfully behind his zipper as he continued staring at the boy, the scene forgotten.Gods. Had anyone ever looked at him that way? Had Lydia? Andy shook his head. Not even his supposed soulmate had ever given him that much rapt attention.
More than anything in the world, Andy suddenly wanted those eyes on himself.
A shiver ran up his spine. Andy tensed, feeling goosebumps rise all over his skin. Someone was watching him.
But not in the way he liked.
Andy slowly turned, scanning the room both with his eyes and his mind. He felt a presence there. Something dark and fiercely protective. Andy followed the sense and caught a fleeting glimpse of long, dark hair and a hooded sweatshirt.
Before he could get a better look, the figure vanished.
Andy blinked.The hells?
He quickly searched the room, but with all the movement and activity going on, Andy couldn't spot the guy. There was still a presence. Something Andy could only sense with his mind. But the guy was simply invisible.
Andy turned away with a shudder and went back to watching the boy.
The end of the scene caught him by surprise. A sudden cheer rose up, both from the semicircle and the room in general. Andy glanced at Pennington and saw the tiniest hint of a smile on his rigid face, while the sexy blond stood up and gave the man a kiss.
Andy looked for the other boy.
The whole room seemed to move at once, blocking his view. Andy stepped forward, frantically searching. He had to have that riveted gaze on himself. Just once. Even if only for a few moments. He had to know how it felt. There was no way he deserved it, but he simply couldn't resist. Every fiber of his being craved it.
Andy spotted Pennington, then searched immediately around the man. The rest of the group were near the hallway, leaving the room, but Pennington stood with his sexy blond, talking to the boy with the riveted gaze. Andy inched closer.
“You're welcome to join us,” the blond said.
