Page 16 of Bleeding for the Prince
He handed Gwil a shirt, crimson with black buttons. “That’s enough for now,” Gwil said. “I’m not complaining about receiving your eye to what might suit me, but I don’t have the social calendar for this many clothes.”
“Yes, you do. There’ll be plenty of opportunities, in fact, there’s a gallery opening for a friend of mine coming up.”
Gwil didn’t look thrilled at the prospect. “I don’t know much about art.”
“You don’t have to. You show up with me, we swan around chatting, and if Cassie knows what’s good for her, she’ll have laid on decent champagne.”
“Cassie?”
“It’s her show.” He patted Gwil on the arse. “Now toddle off and try on what we’ve selected. I’m looking forward to seeing them on you.”
Gwil rolled his eyes but headed to the changing rooms. Hyax would give him a few minutes, then pop in to see if he needed any help with the buttons. He’d like to do a lot more, but being caught in the act in a fitting room was too trashy for his sensibilities.
There were seats available, and he claimed one to wait for Gwil. He went to fish out his phone before remembering the gold paper Gwil had picked up. It was quiet here, and he might as well make good use of the time.
Hyax shook the gold square into his palm and realised he’d been mistaken and it wasn’t a piece of paper, or a sweet wrapper, unless Cartier had started a new range he wasn’t aware of. Heheld it between his thumb and forefinger; it was pure gold, like a thicker version of gold leaf. The karat wasn’t obvious, but he’d bet it was on the higher side. On closer inspection, it wasn’t a true square; the edges were rounded, and it was ever-so slightly tapered on one side. He’d not seen anything like it and took a photo with his phone, with the intent to send it to Daniel Moreton to have him check if anything similar had been found in the store or if it had come off an item they stocked.
He saw a message from his mother’s secretary about assigning Gwil’s etiquette tutor, but before he could open it, the door to the fitting room opened and Gwil popped his head around the frame. “Oh good, you’re here.”
Gwil stepped out wearing the crimson shirt and black jeans. Hyax’s cock throbbed at the sight. “Fuck me.”
“You like?” Gwil twirled on the spot. “You don’t think the shirt’s too tight?”
Hyax slipped the sliver of gold back into his pocket. “Oh no. You look glorious.”
“I do kinda like them.”
Hyax thought Gwil was sexy as fuck, and he loved to see him looking so confident. “You are wearing those to the gallery event. I can’t wait to show you off.”
Gwil chuckled as he disappeared back into the cubicle. “I was thinking,” Gwil called from behind the door, “since you were going to speak to someone about our puzzle, I might want to speak to a friend of mine.”
Gwil’s contacts were of a different breed to Hyax’s but they were able to root out information like no one else was. “Are you talking about the potato?”
“I’ve told you not to call him that. He gets annoyed about being compared to a tuber. He’s far too helpful for him to sod off in a huff because you’re being a twat.”
Hyax knew he was being an arse, and he mainly referred to Copperpipe in the way he did to wind Gwil up. “Sorry, but yes, I’d be interested to find out if he’d heard any rumours going around.”
“If anyone has it’ll be him, or he’ll be able to find out.”
Gwil reappeared with another stunning combination. Black chinos, a blue T-shirt and a box-cut leather jacket. “Not so sure about these.”
“We’re taking the lot and going home, so I can show you how fucking sexy you are.”
The shop staff must have realised he was desperate to leave, as he’d rarely seen so many clothes scanned and packed so quickly. As far as he knew, they didn’t work on commission in stores like this, so instead he slid a couple of twenty-pound notes to the two speedy assistants and had already opened a portal before they had finished spluttering out their thanks.
They stepped into their bedroom, he pushed Gwil onto the bed and dropped the bags to the floor.
“I will be expecting a fashion show later, but I don’t want to cover them in cum, so get naked, and I’ll show just how much I appreciate those new jeans.”
“I reckon you should also be putting down a pre-payment towards those etiquette lessons.”
“You know I won’t short-change you.”
He rid himself of his own clothes and lay back on the bed, but resisted the urge to banish the clothes Gwil was wearing, as watching him strip was a pleasure he wouldn’t deprive himself of. Slowly, the teasing bastard pulled his hoodie over his head, and although he’d seen Gwil in the T-shirt beneath a hundred times, it clung to him in the most perfect of ways.
Gwil undid his belt, leaving the buckle dangling, and popped each button of his fly before sliding his jeans down and kicking them away with his shoes and socks. Hyax growled at the sight.Gwil’s prominent bulge a promise of a good time, and he was a beautifully well put-together man, not a muscle-bound gym jockey but lithe and strong. Hyax couldn’t wait to get him on his back and fuck him.
“Off with the rest, then come here,” Hyax ordered. Gwil had a submissive edge when it came to sex. They were perfectly suited in that respect, as Hyax liked to be in control, whatever position they made love in.
