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  Quentin hung on to my hug for dear life and buried his face into my neck, “I feel like I’m cheating on him – but we’ve never had a real relationship.” He pulled away from me and looked at me in despair.

  I stared back at him, completely lost for any sort of advice I could give. I had nothing. Absolutely nothing.

  Quentin’s eyes drifted to the side of me and he dropped his arms from around my neck and cleared his throat, “Um, sorry to change the subject completely – but have you upset someone, dude?” he asked, wiping his eyes and sniffing.

  I frowned at him. What the hell was he on about? “Not that I know of, no.” I said.

  He raised his eyebrows at me, his face still looking like he’d been crying for about an hour, “Well, don’t look now – but that guy over there by the door is proper glaring at you.”

  Of course I had to turn immediately. I spotted River McNamara, one of Buzz’s best friends, immediately. He was kind of hard not to notice, since he was fucking gorgeous. He was stood on the other side of the room. His eyes were fixed on me and he was scowling, like really scowling... Oh, fuck. He thought I was cheating on his best friend. I turned back to Quentin, “It’s fine.” I said. “He’s just seen me hug you and he’s adding two and two together and getting somewhere in the region of seventeen.”

  Quentin huffed a quiet laugh, “Well, good luck explaining that one away.” He said.

  I grimaced, “Yeah.” I muttered, “I’m sure Buzz will listen to me.” Surely he would... wouldn’t he?

  Quentin smiled, “It’s nice to have someone listen to you.” He said, and I felt that he was talking about the new guy he’d met at the club rather than Arthur.

  I nodded, “Yeah,” I agreed, “it is.”

  He bit his lip before looking at me and blurting out, “That’s what I found the other night with the dancer – he was really interested in me – and he really listened.” He blushed bright red, “I know it sounds really corny, Franz – but it was like meeting my soulmate.”

  “What?” I asked, incredulously. This was a turn up for the books! “You think he’s the one?”

  Quentin bit his lip and shook his head, “I, uh, I don’t know about that.” He said, “But he was such a lovely guy – really understanding...” he sighed.

  I raised an eyebrow, “In what way?”

  He shook his head, “Things are a little tough at home at the moment... and he kind of allowed me to forget about that – well, for a while anyway.”

  I nodded. I got it – my home life was pretty grim before I escaped to uni too. I wasn’t sure how Quentin put up with staying home and going to uni, “Why didn’t you just move out to halls?”

  He shrugged, blushing to the roots of his bright red hair, “It’s complicated.” He mumbled.

  I nodded, “I hear you.” I understood that life could be complicated. Hell, my mum had run out on us, and I’d been left to fend for myself with my slightly homophobic dad and two totally homophobic brothers. I imagined Quentin’s life was probably a similar story.

  “Anyway, dude,” I said as I glanced across the room to find that River had gone. Shit. He’d probably called Buzz straight away to give him the bad news... “I’ve gotta get going. I’d better call Buzz and plead my innocence.”

  Quentin grinned, “He’s got no reason to doubt you.”

  Well, I knew that – but the look on River’s face was pretty damned disconcerting. I really hoped I got to speak to Buzz before he did...

  Chapter 15 – Explanations...

  Buzz

  I opened one eye and groaned. It wasn’t what you’d call particularly early – but it had been a very long night at the club and I hadn’t even had my wonderful little Franz to come home to, since he’d had lectures first thing in the morning and hadn’t stayed over. My phone was buzzing. Someone was calling me. Who the hell would be calling me at this time in the morning?

  I grabbed my phone and squinted at the screen. Franz? What was he calling for? Not that I was complaining.

  I heaved myself up into a sitting position, “Hey, baby.” I smiled, yawning widely and rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, “What’s up?”

  He sighed on his end of the phone, “I think your friend, River, has just got the wrong impression of me.” He said.

  I frowned, “River?” I asked, trying to process what he was saying and coming up a total blank, “Why?”

  He sighed again. He was clearly distressed. “I was talking to Quentin... actually, can I come over to talk to you, face-to-face?”

  I rubbed my eyes again and tried to get my tired brain to function. I was fucking knackered but if he wanted to see me, I’d get out of bed. “Sure, babe,” I said, suddenly dying to see him, no matter what it was he had to tell me, “I’ll put the kettle on.”

  “See you in five.” The line went dead.

  Fifteen minutes later my doorbell rang. I was really going to have to get him a key cut...

  I opened the door. I hadn’t gotten around to getting dressed and was still just wearing my pyjama bottoms.

  He growled deep in his throat when he saw me, “Fuck, you’re so damned sexy.” He said, eyeing me appreciatively.

  I grinned, “Well, you can explore every inch of me – later,” I said, “But right now you wanted to talk – so come on,” I took his hand and led him through to the kitchen, “let’s talk.”

  He nodded, “I was in the coffee bar...”

  *

  I frowned at him. There was definitely something a little kinky about this Arthur fellow, “So, you think your friend Quentin is in some sort of ‘master and servant’ relationship with this Arthur guy?” I couldn’t help my dick twitching in my pants as I thought about my own relationship with my little dom, Franz. He was totally my master when he wanted to be – but that was just sex. It wasn’t like he was really my master – I just liked it when he told me to suck his cock – or told me to give him my arse – that sort of thing...

  He shrugged, “I have no idea – all I know is that he’s some sort of substitute father and that Quentin wanted it to be more than that but he’s clearly given up on that idea since he’s met some dancer at Studs.”

  I frowned, “And you said that River was giving you the evil eye?” What the hell was River doing at the uni anyway?

  I nodded, “Yeah – he clearly thought I was cheating on you – but I swear to you, I wasn’t. I was just giving him a hug because he was really upset.”

  I nodded. That made perfect sense. It was nothing to get tied up in knots over, “So why the hell would River be so bothered?”

  Franz shrugged but then he grinned and rolled his eyes, “Actually, I’ve just had a thought and now I come to think about it, it’s obvious – it’s all because he loves you.” He said matter-of-factly, “You’re one of his best friends.”

  I nodded, “Yeah,” I guess. It did make sense when he explained it. And River was particularly mistrustful since he measured everyone against himself and his cheating on his best friend. One day, he might actually forgive himself – the rest of us had. “Did Quentin say which dancer it was?”

  He shook his head, “He never mentioned a name – who was on last night?”

  I frowned, “There was Simon – but he was talking to me for most of the night and when he wasn’t, he was texting some guy he’d met at the weekend, so it wouldn’t have been him... Thai was on last night and Alfie.”

  We looked at each other. Alfie and his fiancé Harley were more or less joined at the hip. “Thai.” We said in unison.

  I nodded. I’d never known Thai to get involved with any of the punters before – aside from hook ups, which seemed to be all he ever wanted to do. Who knew – maybe he and Quentin really had something. Meh, it was none of my business. I’d just have to put River straight that Franz most certainly was not cheating on me.

  Franz was eyeing my chest. I still wasn’t wearing anything other than my pyjama bottoms, “Aren’t you a little chilly?” he asked, “It’s December and it’s, like, frosty out there.”

  I grinned and wrapped my arms around him, “But it’s toasty in here.”

  He grinned at me, “I know a better way that I could warm you up.”

  I smiled back at him, “Yeah,” I agreed, “You could.” I grabbed his hand and pulled him into my room, “What do you want me to do?” I asked, my dick already on high alert.

  He put his finger on his chin and tilted his head sideways, “I think...” he said, licking his lips suggestively, “that I want you on your knees, with that perfect tight booty of yours up in the air.”

  Oh, God... Perfection. That was what he was... Perfection.

  Chapter 16 – Jealousy...

  Franz

  I had absolutely no idea if I was doing this right, but fuck, who cared? It was good and I loved it.

  And Buzz was totally getting off on it, too, so who was I to say if it was being done right or not? Who decided who was great at sex and who wasn’t, anyway? Surely it was all about pleasing your partner and getting pleasure in return and that suited the pair of you? It didn’t have to be right for anyone else... And yes, I was geeky enough to wonder about this sort of thing while I was rimming him...

  “Are you okay?” I stroked my fingers lazily across Buzz’s chest as we both lay there, panting and coming down from our high.

  He rolled into his side and looked at me, “I’m fabulous, how about you?”

  I grinned at him, “I’m absolutely fine – that was amazing.”

  He nodded, “I know.” He said, “You’re amazing.”

  I hooked my leg over his and shuffled closer, “Kiss me.” I murmured, looking up at him through my eyelashes – something he’d told me he found utterly irresistible and I just liked testing the theory... over and over and ov
er again.

  He growled, and grabbed me, rolling me onto my back and devouring my lips, sliding his tongue in and licking into my mouth. He pulled away, panting slightly, “Like that?” he asked.

  I grinned, “Just like that.” I said.

  *

  I wandered into the kitchen, yawning and wondering what the time was. It was getting darker, so it had to be quite late in the afternoon. “Hey, baby.”

  I looked up. Buzz was stood there, Zac lying at the side of him looking completely nonchalant and is if Buzz often stood in just an apron while he cooked. Well, maybe he did, what did I know? We’d only been dating a couple of weeks.

  “What are you making?” I pulled out a stool and sat myself down at the table.

  “I thought I’d just make us something quick – pan fried chicken and chips with onion rings.”

  My mouth watered, “Wow.” I said, “And you’ve made it all yourself?”

  He grinned and nodded, “To be fair, I did cut the potatoes a few weeks bag and par-boiled them and then dried and froze them.”

  I blinked, “And that’s cheating because...?”

  He chuckled, “Because I haven’t done it all from scratch – but I was running out of time. I have to be at work for six.”

  I nodded. Some nights the club opened earlier – and, disappointingly, tonight was one of those nights.

  “Can I stay here and wait for you?” I asked.

  He smiled, “Yeah, course – or you can come with me to the club if you want?”

  I pondered it for a moment, “I guess I could come for a couple of hours – but I really need to get this assignment done.” I bit my lip, weighing up the pros and cons...

  He nodded seriously, “Well, don’t let me distract you from your studies – that’s more important than keeping me company.”

  I wasn’t so sure but I didn’t argue, “I’ll stay here and keep Zac company, then – I’ll be in your bed, naked and hard and warming it for you when you get home.”

  Buzz beamed at me.

  After we’d eaten, he got his clothes on and after giving me the tenderest of kisses, he reluctantly headed for the door, “I’d rather stay here with you.” He grumbled as he put his helmet on, “Totally not fair to tease me with mental images of you in my bed while I had to stay there for hours on end.”

  I nodded, smiling at him seductively, “And I’d rather you stay here too, but it’s your job and all your mates are there, anyway. You’ll have a great time once you get there.”

  He grinned and nodded, “Have I ever told you that you’re my voice of reason?”

  I chuckled, “No.” I said, “Now get out of here!”

  He turned and left. I sighed and looked at the dog. “Now I’m bored...” I grumbled.

  He wagged his tail.

  *

  After a couple of hours really hard graft, I’d finished my assignment – and I’d managed to take Zac for a walk around the block.

  I knew it was a bad idea to go to the club on my own and that Buzz would likely tell me off for not taking proper care of my personal safety but I wasn’t that useless at looking after myself – I could totally win a fight against Georg, my middle brother. I’ll agree that Eduard, my eldest brother was a little harder to get the upper hand with, but in my defence he was built a lot bigger than me...

  I was more concerned that Buzz might think I was checking up on him. I wasn’t – I just didn’t want to wait around for him at home and I couldn’t get the idea of a cheeky blowjob while he was on duty out of my mind either. I’d rather be where he was so I could spend the time with him – I just hoped he didn’t take offence...

  As I got there, Simon was manning the door, which I thought was a little odd. But then maybe Buzz was busy doing something else – he was kind of the maintenance man as well as the doorman, after all...

  I left my coat, hat and gloves in the cloakroom and went to the bar. Seth smiled at me, “Hey, Franz.” He said with a grin, and holding out his fist for a fist-bump, which I obliged him with, “I didn’t know you were coming tonight.”

  I shrugged, “I got bored sitting on my own at home.”

  His smile turned a little dopey, “Aww, you were missing your man?” he asked.

  I shrugged and nodded, “Yeah,” I grinned sheepishly, “I really was.”

  I turned and my heart stuttered in my chest. It sure didn’t look like he was missing me... Buzz was sandwiched in between River and some other random guy, dancing to a really sexy piece of music. Their crotches pinned together and dry humping to the beat. What the actual fuck...?

  Seth chuckled behind me, “Don’t worry about what you’re looking at – River just wanted his help for a minute to show the choreographer guy – that’s the one on the other side of Buzz –what he wanted for a new group dance.”

  I nodded, “Uh, right. Okay...” I wasn’t exactly convinced and it occurred to me that I really didn’t like seeing the guy I was beginning to consider mine dancing with some random guy. Having his dick rubbing up against River’s behind was far too far out of my comfort zone, never mind having the other guy’s rubbing up against his crack.

  Finally Buzz spotted me at the bar and his eyes lit up. He came over almost immediately, the biggest smile on his face.

  “Hey, baby.” He shouted over the loud music, “I thought you had that assignment to do. I didn’t expect to see you tonight.”

  Buzz and I had only talked about River’s odd behaviour at seeing me with Quentin at the uni the other day. At the time, I’d been convinced that he was just looking out for his best friend, but what if I’d been wrong? What if River actually had a thing for Buzz and didn’t like me because he wanted him for himself? I totally had the impression that he and River had been kind of close before I came on the scene and I couldn’t help feeling a little bit threatened by that. As much as I was trying to suppress it, the jealous harpy in me rose to the surface in all its ugly glory, “Clearly,” I snapped, “So, go on then, big man – tell me what the real deal is with you and River?” Well, I had to ask. There was no point in thinking the worst and being horribly jealous inside. Best to get things out in the open, well, in theory...

  And it wasn’t just River that I was jealous of, truth be known, I was jealous of all of them. They were all so close to each other. I doubted they were even aware of the way they all acted around each other – but it was like some private little clique that I didn’t feel I would ever be a part of. And River was the worst of the lot of them. He always looked at me with narrowed eyes, always weighing me up and judging me – and no doubt finding me lacking.

  Jodie, to be fair, was always nice to me and so were Simon and Seth. It was just that River guy. He really didn’t seem to want to give me any sort of a break at all...

  Buzz blinked, “Huh?” he asked. He was clearly completely oblivious to the way it had looked to everyone that he’d been dancing really kind of dirty with River – and that pissed me off, too. He should have noticed by now that River didn’t like me – we’d been ‘kind of’ dating for long enough.

  “He hates me.” I said, probably a little too dramatically but what the hell?

  Buzz smiled at me indulgently, “He doesn’t hate you, sweetie.” He said, stroking my cheek and making me want to melt into him like a cat does, “He just thinks that you think you’re cleverer than everyone else, that’s all – I guess he doesn’t like feeling threatened.”

  I stared at him, “Threatened?” I echoed. What? “He feels threatened by me?”

  Buzz chuckled, nodding his head, “Yeah, he really does, “ he said, “And the fact that you get on so well with Jodie kind of cements it.”

  Fuck. I had no idea... I only got on so well with Jodie because he kind of got the outsider thing. We’d sort of bonded over that – well, that and our love of English. Jodie wrote novels in his spare time and he’d told me that one of the things he really loved about River was that he wrote songs... I finally felt as though I fit somewhere with these guys because they were creative souls too – and yet all the time River was hating on me for getting along with his boyfriend... “Well, that’s it then.” I said dolefully, “We’re doomed, I can’t compete with that.”