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E zra hailed a carriage . “7 Bryanston Mews West,” he said to the driver, and then climbed in.

Silas followed him. “You remembered my address.”

Ezra nodded. “If you hadn’t shown up tonight I thought of stopping by. Would I have found you there? Or would you have been out at a bar looking for a new companion?”

Silas crossed his arms over his chest. “I might have been.”

“Ah, but you weren’t,” Ezra said. “You came to find me. To apologize, perhaps, for getting too drunk and falling asleep last week?”

“It was the wine!” Silas protested. “You wooed me with wine that was too strong for my delicate constitution.”

“You look quite sturdy to me. But then I have not seen you without your clothes yet.”

“And you still might not,” Silas pouted, though it was all for show.

The carriage was closed, and there was no danger anyone could see them. Ezra leaned over and put his rough hand on Silas’s jaw. Then, wary of the carriage’s bumps, he drew Silas’s face close to his and kissed him, so delicately that their lips barely touched.

Silas was clearly the type who moved fast and hard. He pressed his lips against Ezras’s and pushed his tongue out. His left hand moved to Ezra’s hip.

Ezra considered himself quite skilled at this kind of fight. He pulled back from the kiss, and lifted Silas’s hand back to his own thigh. “All in good time,” he said. “You have no other plans for the evening? No other lovers lined up?”

“You take me for a coquette,” Silas said, pouting again.

Ezra’s smile was broad. “And am I wrong?”

Silas waited a beat. “Well. No.”

Ezra laughed. “I like you, Mr. Silas Warner. I believe we shall have fun together.”

The carriage arrived, and Ezra paid the driver. He let Silas step out first, and then before he did so himself, he looked up and down the street. Only a few pedestrians out, all of them women. It was safe.

“This is now two fares I have paid to this address,” he said to Silas as they mounted the steps to the front door. “I shall have some recompense, certainly?”

“As you wish,” Silas said, and deliberately bumped his arse back against Ezra’s crotch.

Ezra was startled, and pushed Silas forward to the security of the other side of the door. The man was a flirt, and clearly comfortable bringing other men home with him, and there might be someone watching through a window.

Once inside, he relaxed. They climbed the stairs quickly to Silas’s room. “Welcome to my humble maison ,” Silas said, as he ushered Ezra inside, taking advantage of the chance to grope Ezra’s buttocks.

“More like a chambre than a maison ,” Ezra said, looking around. The room was large enough to contain a double bed, a wardrobe, and a low table with a pitcher and basin. Colorful scarves hung from the ceiling and the bedposts, and pictures of scantily clad athletes had been posted on the walls.

“I see you have an eye for the male physique,” Ezra said. He walked over to the wall to look more closely. “But I do not see a picture of me. Are these all your conquests?”

“Would that it were so,” Silas said.

Ezra turned to see the man standing before him, completely naked. With all his costuming removed, he looked a bit pitiful. Not nearly as muscular as the men Ezra was accustomed to seeing in the dressing room at New Cross, with skinny arms and a faint trace of hair on his chest. His thighs were strong, though, and his cock was ample enough.

Ezra put his hands on his hips. “I hope you are not so quick at making love,” he said.

“I can be fast, and I can be slow,” Silas said. “Which do you prefer?”

“I prefer a man I can hold in my thrall for hours,” Ezra said. Then he dropped to his knees, still fully clothed, and quickly took Silas’s cock in his mouth.

“Oh!” Silas’s voice was a mix of moan, surprise, and pleasure, and he continued to make such noises as Ezra sucked him.

When Ezra was still a lad, before he had developed his musculature, he learned to pleasure older boys in this way. It was when he first discovered that the Christian boys had not been cut around the top of their cocks, and they had a lovely extra flap of skin there to be teased and played with.

He performed that service to Silas, sucking him expertly until he sensed the Brit was about to spend, then pulling back and standing up. Silas went to grab his dick and finish the job, but Ezra took hold of his arm and pulled it away. “Who is in charge here?” he asked.

Silas’s body seemed to melt. “You are.”

“Indeed. You will take my jacket off, please. And hang it up so that it does not wrinkle.”

“Yes, sir,” Silas said.

“A simple yes will suffice,” Ezra said, as Silas took the jacket off. “I am not your better, though perhaps a slight bit more than your equal.”

He directed Silas through the removal of his shirt, his undershirt, his shoes, and his slacks. “This must be what having a valet is like,” Ezra said. “Though I doubt most of the men of my acquaintance who have such servants require them to perform in the nude.”

“I have heard of some,” Silas said.

Ezra stood there and struck a boxing pose. “Tell me, which part of my anatomy do you prefer?”

“Do you mean of those currently on display?” Silas asked, as Ezra still wore his undershorts. His cock was already quite stiff and pressing against the thin fabric.

“Yes. Please show me.”

Silas began with his biceps, which were strong and wiry, and if he were to be honest, Ezra’s greatest pride. Yes, his body was muscular and his cock was sufficient, but he loved to appraise his own arms and feel the strength in them.

“These arms are so strong in the fight, but I wonder if they can be gentle as well,” Silas said. “I would like to be held by them.”

“And so you shall be.” Ezra brought Silas close to him, Silas’s back to his front, and reached around to hold the skinny man. His hands folded together over Silas’s breastbone in a manner that was quite pleasing. Then he leaned down and licked behind Silas’s ear, and set him shivering with delight.

“Your hands,” Silas said. “They are a man’s hands, rough and bruised, yet I see you wear gloves at the arena. Don’t those gloves protect your hands?”

“I boxed for many years without gloves,” Ezra said. “And sometimes I forego them in practice rounds. There is nothing like the feel of skin against skin, is there?”

Silas responded by pressing his naked arse against Ezra’s groin. Ezra unloosed his hands and they roamed down Silas’s flat belly, stopping just above the thatch of dark blond hair that surrounded his cock.

Silas twisted around so that he faced Ezra, and once again folded himself into Ezra’s grasp. But now they were face to face, and could continue the kissing they had begun in the cab, accompanied by the occasional nipple twist or press of their groins together.

By then Ezra’s cock was weeping into his shorts, and he discarded them. As soon as his cock was free, Silas attacked it with fervor, licking and sucking. Ezra appreciated his enthusiasm as much as his technique, which involved a finger beneath his bollocks that was designed to drive him insane.

Though he wanted to hold back, he couldn’t, and he spent in Silas’s mouth.

They fell to the bed together, and it seemed to Ezra like each of them was determined to outdo the other in creative approaches to sex. When Silas had spent, and then Ezra had spent again, this time in Silas’s surprisingly sweet arse, they collapsed together and Silas moved close, resting his head on Ezra’s chest.

“How did you know that is my favorite position?” Ezra said. Too often the men he had been with had been eager to spend and then move on, while Ezra thought the best part of sex was the afterglow, the feeling of another man in his arms.

“Because it is mine,” Silas said. “You see all those handsome men on the walls? Yes, I would like to suck them and have them fuck me. But most of all I would like to be held for a moment or two.”

Ezra leaned down and kissed Silas’s tousled hair. “I can manage that,” he said.

They dozed like that for several hours, until Ezra woke to relieve himself. He used the toilet in the hall and then returned to Silas’s room. He slept like an angel, with a smile on his face.

Ezra knew that he could dress then, and sneak out, and leave it up to Silas to chase after him, if he wanted. Or he could slip back under the sheets beside Silas, and wake again with him in the morning light.