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“Same.”
“Interesting.”
Josh could feel Hugh’s semi-hard monster on his leg.
“I’ll have to work up to bottoming for you.”
“That’s what they all say,” Hugh replied, absentmindedly stroking Josh’s belly. “Doesn’t take long though.”
Josh could well believe it. Hugh had a hold over him that meant he would probably do anything he asked.
They lay in silence for a little while as their breathing returned to normal. Josh had known happiness in his life before. This was different. This was total bliss.
After a little while, Hugh got up and reached for a glass of water.
“You okay?” Josh asked.
“More than that.”
Josh rested his hand behind his head and once again studied the delicious body that was before him.
“How are the characters coming along?” Josh asked.
Hugh turned to him. His eyes were shining.
“Really well. I could do with spending some more time with Mrs W and the Prof.”
“Don’t look at me,” Josh replied. “I’m already going to get in deep shit.”
He may be on the love train at the moment but something had been bothering Josh.
“Can I ask you something?”
“You’ve just come inside me,” Hugh said, lying next to him. “I think the time for coy is over. Of course you can.”
“Why don’t you want me to design the costumes?”
Hugh sighed. “Please don’t take this the wrong way,” he began. “To have someone like you involved in our outfits is a dream come true. It’s only that Winston appears to be the type who’s got the most out of you that he possibly could. I don’t want to be that person.”
Josh’s heart melted.
Could he be any more perfect?
“Hugh,” Josh replied. “You have no idea what you have done for my life since you came into it. I’m the one who is benefiting from this.”
“My butt would disagree.”
“Okay, if you don’t want a Josh Winterton original,” Josh said. “Then how about you come by the store tomorrow. I can reveal that Mrs Wimpole frequents our rails on a regular basis. I’m sure Helga could give you some tips.”
“Are you sure?”
“Too right I am.”
Hugh leaned over and kissed him. “Then I accept.”
CHAPTER TEN
“What time is your new man coming?” Jean-Paul asked.
