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hips without
ever breaking eye contact. “I’m going to miss you most
terribly.”
    “Don’t talk
about parting when my cock’s only left ya seconds ago,” Crunch
moaned and pushed his forehead against Victor’s arm. The boy’s
hands were soft and gentle on him, but then Victor turned his head
to the side and kissed Crunch’s ear.
    “Sorry.”
    “We can talk
about now. About yar new show. Or, even better, take a nap and fuck
again later, huh?” Crunch kissed a mole under Victor’s lip.
    Victor nestled
in his arms with a lazy grin. “How long can you stay? Maybe you
could make it to a show?”
    “I dunno. A few
days if I’m lucky.” Crunch sighed and closed his eyes. His heart
picked up its pace when the soft mane of Victor’s hair brushed his
neck. Slowly, the boy was tangling his limbs all over Crunch’s
body.
    “I want you to
see me perform. You’d like it.”
    “I’d fall
asleep after fuckin’ya in yar dressing room.”
    Victor chuckled
and brushed his fingers over the back of Crunch’s head. His warmth
was slowly overcoming Crunch’s mind, as if hundreds of tiny spiders
were weaving a cocoon around his brain and cradling him to sleep.
He closed his arms around Victor, just to be sure the boy wouldn’t
slip away.
     
*
     
    Crunch smiled
as he chewed on a delightful scone with clotted cream and jam. He
asked Victor whether he had honey, but the boy wasn’t impressed by
the teasing. Crunch had a feeling that it was rude to eat in
Victor’s room and pay no respect to Mr Sheppard senior, but he
figured Victor knew what he was doing. And Crunch would probably
not be able to ogle his lover in a nightshirt otherwise. He kept
getting distracted and yearned to slide a hand under the fabric.
Victor was so… available. The garment slid up his thighs as he
casually leaned back in his chair, and the knowledge that bowing
down would be enough to see Victor’s family jewels got Crunch into
the state of pleasant pre-arousal. The boy smiled at him over his
sandwich as he picked up a small folder and pushed it across the
table into Crunch’s reach.
    “Pick one.”
    Crunch raised
his eyebrows, but opened the folder. He started browsing through
photographs of Victor in all his finery. Crunch had never seen him
in clothes that fancy. Victor even had stage makeup on in some of
them. He never knew anyone who romanced someone so unusual, so
fine. Crunch drew in a sharp breath when warm fingers stroked his
hand.
    “You could have
more if you can’t decide.”
    Crunch looked
down at a photograph of Victor with kohl-rimmed eyes and a collar
made of feathers. “Most of ’em don’t look like ya.”
    Victor grinned
at him. “How come?”
    Crunch gently
poked Victor’s ankle with his bare foot. “I dunno. Yar not such a
peacock. And on the subject of cocks, I’d rather see ya naked in
one of those pictures.”
    “Would you
now?” Victor narrowed his eyes with a sly smile. “That could be
arranged. Wouldn’t they be too obvious though?”
    Crunch pouted.
They would. But he still wanted them. He chewed on his scone, while
watching Victor rise to his feet and walk over to a bookshelf. “Do
you have one of yourself?” he asked, pulling out two volumes and
reaching deeper into the shelf, past the row of books.
    Crunch swatted
his hand at him. “Nah, why would I?” he asked with his mouth
full.
    Victor pulled
out a small copper case and sighed. “To give one to me?”
    Crunch wasn’t
sure what to say to that. He knew Victor found him fuck-worthy, but
he wouldn’t say he was exactly a picturesque kind of man. “Hmm…”
was all he had in him for the time being.
    “What? I could
keep it on my dressing table.” Victor sat back by the table, set
the case in front of him and moved his finger over the front. There
was a quiet, metallic clang, and the lid jerked up, uncovering the
contents of the decorative box.
    “I doubt yar
pop would fancy that.” Crunch said, but leaned back, wary of