Solace

Excerpt

Solace
Scarlet Blackwell © 2015
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Dorian found him standing in a doorway, sheltering from a flurry of sleet. Or rather, the Mary-Ann found him by stepping under the circle of a gaslight as Dorian walked by.

“Hello, good sir. Are you looking for some company this evening?”

The man, in his early twenties and golden haired, had eyes that burned like emeralds. Fine of figure and wearing a scarlet waistcoat and a black velvet suit, he carried a silver-headed cane, no doubt for protection.

It was nearly midnight on Christmas Eve, the wrong time to be alone. Dorian nodded curtly. The man smiled, his teeth pearly, and Dorian’s cock thickened with anticipation when he realised how startlingly attractive the man was.

The man edged closer, placing the palm of his hand, small and delicate for one of his height and build, against Dorian’s chest. “Do you have rooms anywhere, sir?”

Dorian debated. He hadn’t thought that far ahead. He’d only thought of taking down the drawers of a male whore and burying himself, achieving ecstasy for a short while and feeling less alone. He’d expected to do it furtively up against the wall in a dirty alleyway, but this man was so pretty he demanded more. He demanded Dorian’s silk sheets caressing his creamy skin. Did Dorian dare? What about his staff or his neighbours? He looked down into the green glowing eyes and thought, To hell with everyone. No one deserved to be alone at Christmas, not even a man with a past like Dorian’s. He ached for human contact.

“Come with me,” he said and walked away, glancing behind him to make sure the man followed.

His choice of companion didn’t. He stood stubbornly in place. “I require some evidence of your financial means, sir.”

Dorian smiled. He took a gold piece from his waistcoat pocket. “Is this evidence enough?”

The man took the coin, bit delicately on one edge and pocketed it. “It’s a start.”

“If you please me, boy, you can have double that.”

The gay boy pursed his lips. “I’m not a boy; I’m a man.”

Dorian stepped closer. “Why don’t you show me then?”

His companion for the evening glanced around. Then he thrust a hand into Dorian’s groin, rubbing the bulge he found there. “I’ll show you all right.”

Dorian gulped at his boldness and stepped back. The Mary-Ann sauntered on ahead. “Hurry, then, before I take this gold coin to the nearest public house and buy myself some Christmas cheer.”