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rapidly under his manipulation. Einarr couldn't help it, he moaned a little trying to cut it off before it escaped totally. Gus misinterpreted the sound as something else entirely and let go of the cock he wanted to fondle so badly. They both ended up frustrated.
    “First thing we've got to do is get you some clothes.”
    “That would be really good,” Einarr agreed.
    “Then some breakfast. Then we'll get to work on putting an act together for you. I know why you couldn't dance before, it's because there was no music.” Gus was running away with ideas and Einarr let him babble, scarcely listening. He just knew he wanted to be in this man's company. He felt good when he was with him. Not entirely convinced about whether he could make a success as a party stripper, he realized it didn't matter how ugly his face was, it was his cock that they were interested in seeing. Humans were just like trolls in that respect.
    Einarr daydreamed while Gus scrounged through his suitcase.
    “Try it on, it may fit.”
    There was no way anything of his would fit Einarr.
    Gus reddened. “It belonged to Robert.”
    Einarr stood and stepped into the sweatpants. They stretched but not enough. Gus grabbed a pair of scissors from his bag and began to hack at the legs, just above Einarr's knees.
    “That's better,” he said when he stood back to look at his handiwork. “A bit obscene but that won't matter for the moment. It's good advertising.”
    Einarr was not so sure. The fabric was squeezing his balls and the rub against his cock was exciting him more than it should have. Not to mention it hugged his butt crack uncomfortably so that he kept tugging at it. Gus slapped his hand away.
    “I can't go out like this,” Einarr complained.
    “It's either that or naked if you want breakfast. Take your pick.”
    “Can't we order in?”
    “And miss out on all the wonderful gossip plus word of mouth once they get an eyeful of you?”
    In the end, he followed Gus, walking awkwardly because he kept his hands cupped in front of his crotch to avoid embarrassment lest anyone see him but after a few wolf whistles and some unsuccessful attempts at groping he relaxed into his new found popularity, making the most of it while it lasted. Few of the men looked at his face, their eyes going directly to his package. What did he care? Actually, he cared a lot. But if he couldn't have love, he'd settle for sex.
    In the restaurant where they served breakfast, Einarr was not particularly under-dressed as many of the available men had taken the opportunity to advertise their wares. They all paled into insignificance as soon as the Icelandic stud appeared. Conversation stopped, whispering began as all eyes turned to watch the two men, or rather Einarr, as they made their way to the buffet. Gus had to restrain Einarr from piling his plate so high with food that he would have been unable to carry it, telling him he could go back as many times as he wanted.
    There were no free tables so Gus asked permission of two older gents who seemed more interested in each other than the multitude of available flesh around them.
    “Of course, dear boy,” one of them said. “Please, do sit down. It's always pleasant to have eye candy at one's table. Oh, we're harmless enough. I'm Stewart and this is my partner Paul, we've been together thirty-five years and this is our honeymoon.”
    Einarr whistled between mouthfuls of food.
    Paul held up his finger to reveal a sparkling new gold ring. “We were married last month in London. We never thought we'd live to see the day. We wanted to be amongst people who wouldn't turn a hair if we kissed and cuddled and danced together...”
    “So, voila!”
    They had a habit of finishing each other's sentences. Gus thought that was delightful, wondering whether he'd ever be in a relationship that was so comfortable he'd be able to do that. It merely irritated the shit out of Einarr, who was happy to allow Gus to do all the talking for both of