Page 55 of Mercury Rising

Nick’s face lit up. “You sure?”

“Too bloody right I am.”

“Then I gladly accept.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

“Wow,” Nick said, staring at the huge photograph of a semi-naked Madeline Morrison that hung in the hallway.

“Oh, ignore it,” Mercury said. “My mother likes people to know whose house it is.”

They walked through into the kitchen.

“Do you want a beer?” he asked.

“That’d be nice.”

Mercury got two out of the refrigerator. His hand shook as he opened them.

You’re acting like a virgin heading off to her first prom. Get it together.

“Come through to the conservatory. It’s where we usually hang out.”

He led Nick through.

“I can safely say, you have a nice place,” Nick said, sitting on the chaise longue. “Do I lie or sit?”

“You can do whatever you like in this house.”

Nick lay back. The whole experience had that weird vibe of bringing a school friend home for the first time. The odd crossover of worlds.

“Very nice,” Nick said. “What’s up?”

Mercury sat on the end of the chaise longue. “I’m nervous. How stupid is that?”

“Come here.”

Mercury put his bottle down and crawled up Nick’s body. They didn’t have to sneak kisses anymore. A whole kingdom of possibility had opened up for them.

They kissed slowly. Nick’s lips seemed on a direct line to Mercury’s groin. His cock sprang to life immediately.

Nick pulled away. “The nerves seem to be disappearing.”

“Must be the beer.”

“You got a bedroom in this place?”

Mercury nodded. He led Nick up the three flights of stairs to his attic lair.

“Fucking hell, this place is huge,” Nick said.

They walked into Mercury’s room. The huge windows gave an amazing view over the rooftops of Kensington. Nick made straight for it.

“What next? Mary Poppins and that chimney sweep flying toward us?”

Mercury came up behind him. He put his hands around Nick’s waist and cuddled into his back. “I sincerely hope not. What I’ve got in mind would not be suitable for Mary’s eyes.”

Nick turned. “Is that right?”