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“Oh…” The glass returned to the kitchen island. The bony shoulders raised and fell in a hesitant shrug. “Sometimes. When you rent a room with someone else, it ought to happen.” Ignaz offered a fake, cheerful smile. “Usually, I go to a club or walk streets if it’s warm enough. Yesterday was nasty. I shouldn’t have bothered you.”
“I’m glad you did.”
A hesitant glance lingered, and Ignaz’s eyes darkened. “You look at me like this again. Why?”
“I might have a proposition for you.” It was Seth’s time to offer a fake smile because everything inside him boiled with nervous excitement.
“A proposition?” Ignaz dipped a suspicious brow, paling a fraction. His pink tongue outlined his plump lips betraying his nervousness.
“Yes. My hand seems to be completely useless. I need help, but I don’t like strangers in the house. Would you mind staying with me for a while, at least when you don’t have to work?” Before Ignaz managed to refuse, Seth added, “And while you help me, I will help you.”
“How can you help me if your hand is useless?” Ignaz asked.
“There’re many ways to please you that won’t require me using both hands. I can show you if you let me.”
“Fine…” Ignaz’s chin dipped before he peered up, the feverish flames of the all-consuming thirst blazing behind his pupils. “But don’t break my rules.”
“No warming up, sex, kissing, hugging, caressing, or skin-to-skin contact during the scene,” Seth confirmed.
Ignaz nodded.
“It’s a deal then.” Seth got up, came to the cupboard, and tugged the top drawer out. A slim white card rested at the bottom as a reminder that he still needed to hire cleaning staff. Turning to Ignaz, he passed the card to him. “Take it.”
The card transferred hands; Ignaz smiled.
Three days had passedsincethe incident at the glass factory, and Gustavo’s obsession returned with renewed force. For the three days, the boy didn’t leave Seth’s side. They hadn’t kissed, didn’t have a single scene, and Ignaz seemed to have forgotten the path to Seth’s bedroom. Still, Gustavo couldn’t shake off the ugly feeling drifting through his chest every time Seth’s gaze followed the boy. The deep-seated yearning and adoration, so natural for the passionate youth, looked misplaced on the face of the cold-blooded murderer. It stirred dark feelings in the depth of Gustavo’s soul.
Many times, he closed his laptop only to open it the next moment. Many times, he turned to Hans’ embrace, but even there, he couldn’t escape the memories of Seth’s voice, their passionate fight, and the lonely expression on his pale face. It haunted him even now.
He glanced down at the beautiful man whose mouth moved up and down his cock. Hans’ cheeks hollowed with effort as his half-hooded eyes watched him from below. Young and gorgeous, Hans was everything he thought he needed, yet Gustavo had never looked at him the way Seth looked at Ignaz, as if in the whole world only he mattered.
What is it in this boy? What does he see in him to look at him like this? And they didn’t even have sex or kiss.
His gaze roamed over Hans’ face. The boy Seth brought home wasn’t even half as attractive as Hans. Ignaz’s skin carried ugly scars, and judging by his reputation, his body knew many men. Still, it didn’t seem to bother Seth.
Hans had never been with a man before Gustavo. Not a single mole, freckle, or pimple tainted his skin, and with his Roman profile, he could be a model for an antique statue of an ancient god, yet Gustavo had never looked at him as someone special. He’d always fulfilled his whims and demands, gave him money, and bought him things. He spoiled him in every way possible, but he’d never doubted that sooner or later, they would grow tired of each other, and Hans’ place in his bed would be taken by someone younger, more beautiful, fresh. Many things tied them together, but love wasn’t on that list.
Love…The way Seth looked at Ignaz resembled love. Gustavo barely remembered that feeling. Long ago, maturity erased the word love from his vocabulary, substituting it with friendship, passion, and adoration. For him, the complex emotion of love didn’t exist on its own but was a very frail combination of respect, trust, care, affection, passion, and friendship. For him, the person of his interest should not only awake all those feelings, but he should also have matching interests and values and share his sense of humor. Gustavo had never met a person who fit his high standards, so he’d stopped looking long ago.
They barely know each other. No, this can’t be love.With a stray finger, Gustavo brushed a golden lock away from Hans’ forehead when the realization hit him—he and Seth had much more in common than he originally thought. Just as Ignaz was nothing more than a trophy for Seth, Hans was just another piece of Gustavo’s collection. Still, the feeling that he was the only one lacking didn’t abate.
He gave his lover a once over. Hans was everything he loved in men. He had no reason to think of anyone else, Seth particularly. That would be irrational. No one in their right mind would want to have an affair with a mass murderer, or even just a one-night thing. Gustavo had never been irrational. Running a thumb over the corner of Hans’ mouth, he gathered a clear drop of saliva, brought it to his lips, and licked it clean. “Want to continue in bed?”
The phone chimed before Hans managed to reply. Catching the glare full of irritation, Gustavo shrugged and picked up. “Yes?”
“We are on the way. Will arrive within an hour.”
Gustavo’s heart leaped to his throat as he terminated the call. Glancing down at the kneeling man, he said, “We will continue later.”
Hans swallowed, pulled away, and wiped his wet mouth off on the back of his hand. “You aren’t going to walk out on me after I sucked you for twenty minutes straight, are you? My jaw is locking. You owe me.”
Gustavo got up, tucked his softening, wet cock into his pants, then zipped up. “I have urgent business. Don’t pout; I’ll make it up to you.”
Hans rose from his knees, chin flying high in defiance. “You’d better.”
* * *
The sunset washedthe sky in bloody red; its dying light leaked into the round hall. The dark wood of the walls, absorbing a pinkish hue, shimmered. Stomping of many feet and low orders rumbled through the air. Gustavo stood on the second floor. Resting his forearm against the banister, he watched four men tow a large, wooden crate into the hall.
