Soaring with Hawk - 1 

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Soaring with Hawk 
Torquere Press Publishers 
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Copyright 2005 by Sean Michael 
Cover illustration by Larry Clements 
Published with permission 
ISBN: 978-1-61040-708-3 

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Soaring with Hawk - 2 

Soaring with Hawk

By Sean Michael 

Jester Begins His Flight 

The whistle rang and the conveyor belt slowed, 

stopped, signalling shift change. Jester put his tools in 
his box, nodded shyly at his replacement and headed for 
the locker room. He'd only been working the conveyor 
belt for a week. A promotion. It even meant a little more 
money. It was hard, though, coming into a new place. 
He took off his overalls and hung them in his locker. He 
didn't talk to anyone, just gathered up his lunch box and 
his book and headed to the line for his pay. 

He worked it out slowly in his head, adding the extra 

amount per day and trying to work out how much would 
come off for union costs and mandatory future health 
payments. There should be twelve more notes. That 
would pay for new boots for Rinia and some meat for 
the stew. And then there would be twelve more again 
next week. 

"Your code?" The voice that spoke to him was low, 

rich; the Super's black eyes shone down his long beaked 
nose at Jester. "Oh, our new boy. #AT2380, yes?" 

He cleared his throat. "Yes, sir." 
The Super handed Jester’s chip to him. "Your reports 

have been excellent. Good job." 

Jester smiled up at the tall man, pocketing the chip. 

"Thank you. Thank you very much." 

"You're welcome. Enjoy your end of week. A lot of 

the boys meet at Lester's for caf or beer, if you're at 
loose ends." Oh, that voice was lovely. Sure. Strong. 

"I should get straight home, but thank you. It was 

very kind of you to offer." Jester smiled again at the 
Super, searching his mind for an excuse to linger. 

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"Oh, you have a wife at home?" The question was 

teasing, gentle, the Super handing out the last few chips 
to those in line behind him. 

He blushed. "Oh no, I'm not married. I still... " His 

blush got deeper. "I live with my family." 

"Oh? I lived with mine for many years until my sister 

married. Now, I have a suite of rooms of my own." 

"A whole suite? All to yourself?" Jester snapped his 

mouth shut, realising he'd been rude, but he didn't even 
have a bed to himself, let alone a room and it seemed... 
like a dream. 

"Yes. Three whole rooms above the club I belong to." 

The Super's black eyes glittered at him, the man not 
looking upset at all. 

"A club?" He didn't know why he was pursuing it as 

he needed to get home and he was sure the Super wanted 
to go as well, now that he'd handed out all the chips. 

The Super nodded. "A men's club -- parties, a bar, 

places to dance and relax. It's a nice place." 

"Lester's?" That was the name of the place the Super 

had said people met at for caf or beer. Maybe... maybe 
he would go next week. If nothing came up, he had 
twelve extra notes and he could have a meal and maybe 
a caf, or he could try a beer. 

"No. My club is called the Velvet Glove. It's up in the 

highway district." The Super gave him a warm smile. 
"You ought to come to supper sometime. I can have a 
guest." 

Jester blinked. "Me? You'd like me to come to supper 

with you?" Why? The word was almost spoken, but he 
closed his mouth in time. 

"Of course. Why not?" He got a grin and a quick 

wink. "You do eat, don't you?" 

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"Oh. Yes, I do." He beamed at the Super. He'd never 

been invited for supper before, especially not at a club. 
"I'd be honored." 

"Tomorrow night? Say six bells? We can share a 

drink in my rooms first." A thin virtcard was handed to 
him with a picture of the Super, a map, and a contact 
cred. Hawk Blackwing. Oh, wow. 

"Thank you. Thank you very much. Oh, I'm Jester. 

Jesterasialk Tcherristrav." Jester held out his hand, 
pulled it back to rub it along his pant leg and then held it 
out again. Oh, he wasn't used to this fancy stuff. 

"Hello, Jester. I'm very glad to meet you." His hand 

was taken and held, the grip warm and easy. "I'm 
Hawk." 

Oh. Oh, Hawk's hand made him feel a little funny. 

Like when he didn't eat for a few days, only without the 
headache and belly ache. "Hi, Hawk." 

His hand was turned over, the pulse point in his wrist 

gently stroked. "Hi." 

A shiver went through Jester, his eyes wide, watching 

as Hawk touched him. No one had ever touched him like 
that, so softly, as if he were precious, as if it were a 
pleasure to touch him. 

He looked back up into Hawk's dark eyes. "Hi," he 

repeated, almost whispering, breathless. 

"My mother taught me that all the beauty and passion 

in a person was hidden right here in the pulse point." 
The spot was stroked again. "Do you think she was 
right?" 

"I don't know." He shivered. "Maybe, yes." 
"I think she was." 
Jester suddenly realized they were alone, the others 

gone to spend their pay. He should be scared, but 
Hawk's touch was gentle, easy, not threatening at all. 
What worried him more was the way he wanted to melt 

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against the long body. You didn't drape yourself against 
strangers, but he wanted to. 

"Yes," he said softly, not even sure anymore what he 

was agreeing to but not really caring. 

"Would you like to come and have a drink with me? 

Tonight?" His skin was stroked again, the heat of the tall 
body seeming to wrap around him. 

"Yes." There was no hesitation, no question in his 

mind. 

That earned him a warm, approving smile. "I'd like 

that too. Now?" 

Jester nodded. "Yes." Then, he remembered the pay 

chip in his hand. "Oh. I need to transfer this to my 
mother. And let her know. So she doesn't worry." He 
usually helped with bedtime. Someone else could do it 
tonight. 

"All right. I'll go get my jacket and arrange a 

transport. Shall we meet back here in a quarter? Or at 
the transport station?" 

The transport station was right across the street from 

the bank of tellers where he could have his chip 
transferred to his mother's name and where he could 
leave a message for her. "The transport station would be 
fine." 

"Excellent." He got another of those warm smiles, 

then his wrist was brought up to Hawk's lips and kissed, 
the touch of Hawk's tongue on the web of veins heart 
stopping. 

Jester would have stayed rooted to the spot forever if 

the door had not slammed open. Gasping, he pulled his 
hand away. 

"I'll see you in a quarter," he said quickly, turning 

and hurrying off before Hawk could change his mind. 

Soaring with Hawk - 6 

Jester Is Given His First Kiss 

Hawk rang for a car and then called the club, 

ordering a round of liquor delivered, something mildly 
intoxicating with an aphrodisiac effect. Nothing 
powerful, just enough to encourage the need that burned 
inside the boy. Enough to let him touch. 

He'd been watching Jester for days, watching the way 

the boy moved, the gentleness, the exhaustion, the 
sorrow. Then he'd gone and done some research, paying 
a virtwhiz to deliver all the info on his current interest. 

Poor, but responsible. Smart, but uneducated. Gentle. 

Quiet. Hawk hummed softly. Someone who might be 
interested in his particular desires, in sinking into a rich, 
sensual world. Someone who might enjoy being 
stretched to his limits. 

Hawk waited patiently at the transport station, 

looking for dark curls and sweet green eyes, hoping that 
Jester hadn't changed his mind. 

Jester entered the station, looking around with wide 

eyes. Given the boy's family financial situation, Jester 
probably walked everywhere and had never been in a 
transport station before. 

Hawk waited until Jester’s gaze found him and then 

smiled, welcoming Jester and letting his pleasure show. 
There was something luscious and hidden and 
untouched about this one. Delicious. 

Jester's smile was brilliant, part relief but mostly 

happiness. The boy hurried toward him. 

"Did you finish all your business? Can you some 

spend some time with me?" Hawk stroked Jester's soft, 
smooth cheek. He would spend some time with oils and 
creams, dissolve the hint of poverty and worry and leave 
only a glowing pleasure. 

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Jester nuzzled into his touch. "I left a message at 

home to not expect me and sent them my chip." 

"Excellent. I called for a private transport. The traffic 

is heavy now and we can spend the time learning about 
each other." Their aircar pulled up and he opened the 
door, ushering the boy in. 

Jester sat in one corner, eyes wide as he took in the 

interior. 

"Is this leather?" the boy asked, fingers stroking the 

seat. 

"Nu-Skin, I believe. Real leather is much softer. You 

can feel some at my house. I have a leather sofa." Hawk 
watched those fingers move. Yes, sensual, exactly as 
he'd suspected. 

"Softer than this? That you can sit on? Oh..." He got 

another smile from Jester. 

"Yes." Hawk leaned back, his jacket falling open. 

"Are you enjoying working on the line? Your numbers 
were very impressive." 

"Really? I was quite worried about falling behind 

while I was learning. I like it, though. Much better than 
screwing in one cog over and over. I feel like I'm 
making something on the line." 

Hawk didn't miss the way Jester's eyes slid over his 

body. "I started on the line, myself. It's a good place to 
learn, with good people." He stretched a little, legs 
opening a bit. "You'll be fine." Just fine. 

Jester kept staring, licking his lips. Then, the boy 

colored, turning to look out the window. 

Hawk reached out, slowly stroking Jester's wrist and 

fingers. 

Jester gasped softly, eyes turning again to him. The 

boy bit his bottom lip, hand turning so that the slender 
fingers touched his skin as well. 

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"Does it feel as good to you as it does to me?" Hawk 

wanted to taste those lips, to tease them open and drink 
deep. 

"Your skin is so soft. It makes me hot," replied Jester. 
"Yours is smooth. It makes my fingers tingle." 

Beautiful boy. 

"Me?" Jester seemed so surprised, but also so very 

pleased. The boy moved a little closer, coming out of his 
corner. 

"Yes, you. Surely you have been told this before?" 

Hawk kept touching, kept stroking. 

"Me?" Jester laughed and shook his head. "Who 

would tell me that?" 

"Well, I will." And wasn't he unbearably pleased to 

get confirmation of what he'd suspected? Jester was 
untouched. Ready for his hands. 

"Oh... oh, you say the nicest things, Hawk 

Blackwing." Jester melted against the back of the car, 
eyes watching him unabashedly now. 

"Only truth, Jester. Now, tell me, what you do when 

you're not working and keeping me company?" 

"Oh, nothing very interesting to someone like you, 

I'm sure. I usually make supper because my mother 
doesn't get home until late. And the kids need to be put 
to bed. I like to read about things and places." 

"Brothers and sisters? How many?" He knew the 

answer of course, as he knew how the boy's mother 
worked the spacedocks and that the father had been sent 
to a prison colony years before. 

"One older brother, four younger brothers and three 

younger sisters. There are nine of us in all." 

"So many!" Hawk shook his head. "In my family 

there was only me and my sister." 

"That sounds... peaceful." Jester gave him a warm 

smile. "What do you do with your time?" 

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"I spend many hours in the club, dancing and 

relaxing, visiting with friends." Hawk grinned. 
"Enjoying my pleasures." 

"That sounds very nice." There was longing in 

Jester's soft voice. 

"Yes. It is nice. It is nicer shared, of course." 
The color on Jester's cheeks increased. "Sharing does 

sound nicer." 

"I think so too." He brought Jester's hand over to his 

lap, petting gently. 

Jester gasped softly, fingers curling around his thigh, 

eyes once again wide with surprise and wonder. 

"Is this okay? Are you comfortable?" Hawk leaned in 

a bit, nuzzling with his body without pushing too hard. 

"I don't..." the boy swallowed. "I don't think I would 

call it comfortable, but I think I like it." 

"Well, then. I will trust you to tell me if I do 

something you need me to stop. Is that fine?" Hawk 
offered the control into those thin hands, curious to see 
what the boy would do with it. 

Jester's eyes got impossibly wider. "You're going to 

do things to me that will make me tell you to stop?" 

"Well, that depends on you, Jester. For instance, if I 

held your hand, as I'm doing now, would you tell me to 
stop?" 

The boy was perfect. Utterly lovely. 
"Oh, no, Hawk. I like it when you hold my hand. 

Very much." There was no guile in the boy, no thought 
of playing, only honest emotions. 

"And if I asked to kiss you?" 
"A real kiss? No one ever has... I would not tell you 

to stop, Hawk." Those green eyes gazed up at him, full 
of want and need and still more wonder. 

"A real kiss, Jester." Hawk leaned down and rested 

his lips against the boy's, sharing their air. 

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Jester's eyelids fluttered, a soft gasp puffing air into 

his mouth. The hand around his thigh tightened. 

Hawk parted the boy's lips, tongue sliding in a bit. 

Just enough to taste. 

Jester gasped again, pulling away this time, eyes 

huge. "Oh, Hawk. It's so big. So much." 

"Is it good? Would you like another?" 
Jester licked his lips and slowly nodded. "Yes, please, 

Hawk. If you would want to do it again." 

"I would very much like to kiss you again, Jester." 
Hawk took another kiss, this one firmer, hungrier. 
A soft moan filled his mouth, Jester's eyes closing, 

mouth opening, letting him in. 

Hawk took a long taste, purring into Jester's mouth, 

tilting the thin face so he might get a better angle. 
Jester's fingers dug into his thigh as the boy held on very 
tightly. The boy's mouth opened wider to him, giving 
what he was silently asking for. 

He wanted nothing more than to pull Jester into his 

lap, allow his hands to search and stroke, but this was 
not the time or the place, so he slowly pulled back, 
lapping at the boy's soft, swollen lips. 

Jester's green eyes slowly blinked open, glazed over 

with pleasure. "Hawk..." 

"Yes, Jester?" He gave the boy a pleased smile, 

nuzzling the corner of Jester's mouth. 

"Thank you." The words were earnest, the voice 

slightly breathless. 

"You're welcome, pretty Pet." Hawk stroked one 

hand through Jester's soft curls. "Thank you." 

Jester beamed at him. "You're welcome." 
The death grip on his thigh eased, Jester's fingers 

stroking, unconsciously, he'd bet. 

The air car slowed, the bright violet lights of the club 

familiar; it was home to him. "We're here. Come on up." 

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Hawk waited for the car to dock, then opened the 

door, introducing Jester to a new life. 

Soaring with Hawk - 12 

Jester Finds Pleasure At Another's Hands 

Jester was feeling very strange. Not a bad strange, not 

at all; more like nothing was quite real. Not the car with 
its so soft seats, or Hawk with his so soft lips. And 
certainly not the tall building with the neon purple lights 
and the elegantly dressed doorman and the people 
wearing such fancy clothes as they came and went. 

He looked down at his jeans and the t-shirt beneath 

his old, second-hand jacket. He didn't fit in here. He was 
neat and tidy and clean, but he certainly wasn't elegant 
or fancy or fine. He wanted to reach out for Hawk's 
hand, but he didn't want to presume. Perhaps he was 
dreaming. Perhaps none of this was real. 

Then, Hawk's hand slid into his. "Come. We'll dine 

down here tomorrow evening as we'd planned. Tonight, 
let's simply be the two of us, yes? Quiet and casual? 
Easy." 

He clung to Hawk's hand and to how solid and warm 

and real it felt. "I would like that, Hawk." 

He was led into a lift and taken up and up and up. 

Hawk relaxed beside him, talking quietly to different 
people as they came on and off, one hand softly stroking 
Jester's hair. Then they stepped off into a softly lit 
hallway, down to a door where Hawk's palmprint was 
read and it opened. "Come in, Jester." 

Jester stepped through the door, looking around with 

wide eyes. It was so quiet and everything looked like it 
was new. The room was very simple, all soft browns and 
warm hints of reds and oranges. There were large 
cushioned places to sit, low tables, and a vid-feed on the 
wall showing a visual of a fire. 

"Can I put your coat away?" Sure hands took his coat 

off, sliding it down his arms and depositing it in a 
hidden closet. "Have a seat, Jester." 

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Jester toed off his workboots, not wanting to ruin the 

rich looking carpet, and wandered, looking at everything 
first before sitting down one of the large cushioned 
couches. He was back to that unreal feeling again. He 
wondered where the leather sofa was. Perhaps in one of 
the other rooms. Three whole rooms, just for Hawk. And 
such quiet. It was magical. 

"Would you like a drink?" Hawk brought over a tray 

with thin crystal glasses and a carafe with a shimmering 
blue-violet liquid inside. 

"Okay." He'd never drunk anything that color before. 

It reminded him of the lights outside of the club. 

"This is abithe -- quite sweet and light. Almost a 

juice." He was poured a bit and then Hawk poured 
himself some and raised the glass. "To new friends." 

Jester raised his glass the same way Hawk did and 

repeated the words. "To new friends." 

He waited until Hawk drank and then tried to imitate 

the genteel sip. 

Oh, the drink was sweet, dancing on his tongue. He 

took another sip, and then another. 

"You like it?" Hawk leaned against the back of the 

sofa, long hair in a braid over his shoulder. 

"It's nice. I've never tasted anything like it." Jester 

smiled over at Hawk, beginning to relax. 

"Would you like another? Or would you rather wait 

to eat?" Hawk reached over and stroked Jester's lips, 
tracing them with one finger. 

He leaned into the touch, mouth opening, tongue 

sliding out to touch Hawk's finger. The taste made him 
shiver, as did his own boldness. 

"Which do you prefer?" he asked, eyes on the 

glittering black of Hawk's. 

"I would prefer another kiss, pretty Pet. I would give 

you a taste from my own lips." 

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"Oh..." Jester nodded eagerly. Hawk's kisses were 

like nothing he'd ever felt before. "I would like that, 
too." 

Hawk took a small sip of the drink and then brought 

their lips together, carefully sliding tongue and liquid 
into Jester's mouth. 

That sound he heard couldn't be coming from him, 

but he knew somehow it was even as Hawk's tongue and 
the liquid made him shiver, the drink and the kiss both 
sweet and spicy and hot. 

Hawk's hand cupped the back of his head, tilting him 

up for more kisses; the other hand stroked his belly, so 
gentle, so sure. It made him so hot inside, made his cock 
hard. No one touching him had ever done that to him 
before. Of course, no one had ever touched him like this, 
like Hawk did, like he was special. 

"You do taste fine. Sweet." Hawk's eyes were so 

close, so dark. 

"I like the way you taste, too," Jester said softly, 

mesmerized. 

"Yes? That makes me very happy, pretty one." He 

was given another long, slow kiss. "Very happy." 

Jester beamed up at Hawk. He wasn't sure what had 

warranted the man noticing him, but he was grateful for 
it. He leaned up, initiating the next kiss himself, gently 
pressing their lips together. 

Hawk hummed softly into Jester's lips, tongue sliding 

against his own. 

Oh, he liked this, he liked it a lot. He opened his 

mouth wide, loving the heat of Hawk's tongue in his 
mouth, that big hand sliding along his belly. 

Hawk slowly drew Jester onto the long legs, bringing 

him onto Hawk's lap. Suddenly, he was surrounded by 
Hawk's heat, and it made him warm all the way through. 
He whimpered, hands reaching and clutching. 

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"Oh, Pet... You're so warm." Hawk stroked Jester's 

back. 

"You make me warm." It was true, so very true. 
"Good." Hawk smiled against his lips. "Very good." 
Jester shivered, holding on tight to Hawk's shoulders. 

"Yes. It's good." 

Warm hands wrapped around his hips, drawing him 

close. "Are you good, sweet Jester?" 

"Am I supposed to be excited?" he asked, worried 

Hawk would be upset by him being so hard. 

"I would be most worried if we were so close and 

sharing kisses and you were not, pretty one." A warm 
chuckle caressed Jester, as did a hot hand. 

He blushed, burying his head against Hawk's chest. A 

soft hum soothed him, Hawk stroking his hair. "I have 
never done this before," he admitted, looking up into 
Hawk's eyes. Surely that wouldn't make Hawk ask him 
to leave. 

Hawk's dark eyes shone, so warm, so focused. "You 

have no idea how that pleases me, pretty one." 

"Oh. Good." Relief went through him, leaving only 

the warmth and the heat behind. "Can I have another 
kiss?" He really liked the kissing. 

"Of course." Hawk's lips dropped upon his own, 

tongue sliding into his mouth. 

He opened to Hawk, the heat flaring inside him. 

Hawk settled him, his legs wrapping around Hawk's 
waist, drawing his hardness against Hawk's flat belly. 
He moaned softly, rubbing without thinking, a shudder 
going through him. 

"Would you like skin on skin, Pet? Would you let me 

touch you?" 

"Oh..." Another shiver went through him. "Oh. Yes." 

He nodded. Yes. 

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Hawk slowly unbuttoned the soft, pale shirt that 

covered all that skin from Jester's sight. "Unbutton yours 
for me, Jester." 

"Okay." Jester watched Hawk for a moment longer 

and then looked down at his own shirt, starting to undo 
his buttons. He was shy. Hawk's skin was dark and 
pretty, muscled. He was pale and slight, but he wanted 
to touch with Hawk skin on skin, knew Hawk wanted it 
as well. 

"Mmm..." Hawk made a soft, low sound, licking his 

lips. "So pretty, Pet. You glow." One dark hand stroked 
his belly before sliding around to touch his back. 

He shivered again, not from cold, but from the heat. 

"Hawk..." 

"Yes, Jester?" He was slowly drawn closer. 
Jester cried out as their bodies came together, Hawk 

hot and smooth. He felt feverish, dizzy, like he was 
soaring. 

"Sweet one, that's it. I wish to have all of you." Oh, 

they were together, shoulders to waist. So hot. So sweet. 

Hawk's hands were touching him, making him feel so 

much more than he'd ever felt before. So much. Almost 
too much. 

"If you open your pants, you can feel more, Pet." 
"I'll... I'll... come," Jester whispered, hands already 

moving to open them. 

"I do hope so, pretty one." He was given a pleased, 

wanton look. "Again and again." 

Jester's eyes widened. "Oh..." Hands shaking, he got 

the zipper opened. 

Hawk's fingers brushed his skin, then drew his cock 

against the heat of Hawk's lower belly. 

"Oh!" Everything became sharp, bright, the pleasure 

going through him and spraying from him, all over 

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Hawk's belly. Panting, he lay against Hawk, shivers and 
shudders going through him. 

"That was lovely, Pet. So responsive. So fine." Hawk 

stroked Jester's back, purring and humming softly, 
wrapping him in sensation. Jester let his eyes close, 
floating in the warmth and sensation Hawk offered. The 
arms around him held him safe, not demanding anything 
other than what he needed to give. 

Soaring with Hawk - 18 

Hawk Feeds Jester 

Hawk held onto Jester for a long time, enjoying the 

weight and scent and warmth. He'd been waiting for this 
boy, waiting for years, even though he wouldn't admit it. 
He needed someone to care for, someone to touch and 
kiss and feel and learn. He had fun with the kids in the 
club, no question, but he was getting tired of the games, 
of the show. He needed something more... permanent. 

Perhaps Jester was his permanent. 
After long moments of cuddling, the boy pulled back. 

"Oh! Hawk. You didn't come, did you?" 

"Mmm..." So thoughtful. "There's plenty of time, 

pretty one." 

"Are you sure? I wouldn't want it to be unfair." Those 

green eyes were full of concern. 

"We'll come again, Jester. Again and again." He 

winked and teased a laugh out of those kiss-swollen lips. 
"First though? Food." 

As if on cue, the boy's stomach growled and a sweet 

flush covered Jester's cheeks. "I guess I'm hungry." 

"Well, there you go. What would you like?" Hawk 

leaned back, stretching a little. "I can order lots of 
different things." 

"Oh, I'm not very picky. I'll eat anything." 
"Anything? Do you like roast meat? Soup? Cheese? 

Rice?" Me? 

"Oh, yes. Although meat and cheese are quite a 

luxury, aren't they?" 

"That's one of the benefits of living here, Pet. We 

have... perks." 

"Oh..." Jester gave him a bright smile. "I haven't had 

meat, not real meat, since last New Year." 

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"Would you like to share a bit of roast, then?" Hawk 

leaned down and licked that smile. "Maybe some 
vegetables and chocolate pie for dessert?" 

"Chocolate pie?" Jester looked as if he was about to 

melt again. "Oh, yes, please." 

"Excellent. I'll make an order and you can explore a 

little. The bedroom is the farthest door, the playroom is 
the other and there's a washroom in there." The 
playroom had the huge leather sofa, the tub, the cushions 
and toys and piped in music. 

"Playroom? You have children?" Jester asked, getting 

up and quickly tucking himself back into his clothes. 

"Oh, no. It's where I play." Hawk winked. Jester 

would become acquainted with the playroom soon 
enough. "Somewhere to relax and make love and soak in 
the tub." 

"Oh. Oh!" Jester blushed again and ducked his head. 

"You're very sophisticated, Hawk." 

"I'm just very lucky. Go. Explore. I'll only be a 

moment." Hawk went to the communit and ordered a 
meal, his cock heavy and hard in his slacks. 

Jester made his way slowly toward the hall, fingers 

touching, sliding over cushions and stopping to explore 
textures. Hawk poured himself a glass of juice from the 
cooler and then quietly went to watch Jester search and 
explore. 

Jester looked torn between the playroom and the 

bedroom, finally settling on the bedroom first. The door 
was opened slowly and Jester peeked in. The room was 
all done in browns and tans, dreamcatchers on the walls, 
a bed dominating the small, intimate space. 

Jester hesitated for a moment and then went in, going 

to the bed, hands sliding over the comforter, awe on his 
sweet face. 

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Hawk leaned against the doorframe, watching. 

"Would you like to try it? It's very comfortable." 

"You mean? Oh! You mean..." Jester pinked again 

and giggled and climbed up onto the bed. "Oh! It's so 
soft. And big! I bet five could sleep here and not even 
touch each other!" 

"And where's the fun in that?" Hawk went to sit on 

the edge of his bed, grinning at Jester. "I think snuggling 
is much more fun." 

Jester laughed. "That's because you don't have to 

sleep next to Stinky." 

"Stinky?" Hawk's eyebrows rose. "Who is Stinky?" 
"My youngest brother. Even out of diapers he hasn't 

lost the nickname. Or the smell." Jester wrinkled his 
nose and laughed again. 

Hawk reached out to tickle Jester's belly. "No Stinkys 

in my bed, then." 

Jester's laughter was breathless, green eyes glowing, 

growing needy as Hawk's fingers slid against him. 

"Such beauty, Pet." Hawk leaned down to give the 

boy a soft kiss. "You look lovely in my bed." 

"It's a really nice bed," Jester said quietly. 
"Thank you." He took another chaste kiss. "Am I 

making you uncomfortable?" 

"I just feel... you have so much to give. What do I 

have to offer you?" 

Hawk answered the question after a moment's 

thought, being completely honest. "Your innocence. 
Your hunger. Your need. I find you appealing, funny, 
attractive. Arousing." 

"Oh..." Jester gave him a brilliant smile. 
"And I love that smile." Hawk took another kiss, this 

time rolling to lean against Jester. 

Jester's hands went to Hawk's shoulders, holding on 

as Jester's mouth opened, inviting him in. It made him 

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shiver, the sweet, eager openness, that delicious hunger 
and he reveled in it, tongue pressing deep. 

Jester fell back onto the bed with a soft moan. He 

followed Jester down, covering the slender body with 
his own. Sweet sounds filled his mouth, Jester slender 
and warm beneath him. So lovely. So fine. "Mmm... you 
make me want, Pet." 

"What do you want?" Jester asked him, fingers 

sliding along his skin, pushing aside his open shirt. 

"You. Your kisses. Your sounds. Your body. Your 

pleasure." I want you draped over my lap, filled and 
bound and focused on nothing but my voice and our 
pleasure. 

"Oh. Oh, Hawk." Jester's color went high. "You say 

the nicest things." 

"Only the truth, pretty Pet. Only the truth." Hawk 

brushed his lips along Jester's cheek. 

Jester gasped, fingers still exploring, so soft, so 

gentle. "I don't want this evening to ever end." 

"When it does we'll have another, and another after 

that." Hawk moaned as those fingers found a hot spot, 
pleasure zinging through him. 

"You like that?" Jester asked, fingers stroking again. 
"I do." Hawk let his pleasure shine through. 
Jester repeated the caress again, the boy looking so 

pleased at having found something that made him moan. 
He bent his head to nuzzle at Jester's throat, licking and 
lapping at the incredibly soft skin there. One of Jester's 
sweet gasps met the motions, soft moans soon following 
as Jester's head went back without hesitation. Hawk 
dragged his tongue along the fine skin, teeth teasing the 
vein that pulsed there. 

Jester moved restlessly beneath him, soft gasps and 

whimpers telling the tale of his pleasure. 

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"Pretty Pet." Hawk moved his mouth down, his 

fingers unbuttoning the boy's shirt so he could find one 
pale nipple to suck. 

Jester screamed as Hawk's lips wrapped around the 

small nub of flesh, body arching up into his mouth. He 
sucked firmly, teasing the tip with his tongue. Yes, pretty 
Pet. Show me your pleasure, your need. 

Jester was clinging again, hands hard on his 

shoulders, hips humping beneath him. "Oh. Oh. Oh." 

It took only a moment for Hawk to work Jester's 

pants open and wrap his fingers around the hot, needy 
prick begging for his touch. 

"Hawk!" Jester whimpered, pushing hard and fast 

into Hawk's fist, gazing at him without actually seeing 
him. 

"Yes, Pet. Yes." He swooped down and sucked Jester 

down to the root, pulling hard. 

Jester screamed again, the sound loud and sustained 

as the boy shot down his throat. A long ripple shook the 
slender body and then the sound stopped and Jester went 
limp. 

Hawk licked until the aftershock faded, then scooted 

up, easing Jester into his arms to hold. Jester whimpered 
softly, turning into him, breath slowly easing. 

"Shh... Easy, Pet. You're okay. You're fine. Taste so 

good, pretty one. So good." He rocked his Pet slowly, 
humming and stroking. 

Dazed eyes looked up at him. "You... I... wow." 
"Mmm... yes. Wow." Hawk kissed Jester's forehead. 

Jester melted against him. He held and touched until the 
bell rang, signaling the arrival of their meal. "The food's 
here, Pet. Are you hungry?" 

"Hungry? Oh. Yes, I am." 
"Shall we eat in the main room, then?" He stroked 

Jester's hair, petting gently. 

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"Whatever you want, Hawk." Jester nuzzled into the 

touches, the boy so responsive to his every move. 

"You are something special, Pet." Hawk was falling 

so hard. So hard. This boy was stealing his heart. 

"No, I'm not. Not special like you. You're amazing." 
Hawk lifted Jester's chin, met those lovely green 

eyes. "You listen to me, Pet. You are special and I want 
you very much. Come and eat." 

"Okay." There it was again, that sweet adoration and 

complete faith. 

Hawk took a long, slow kiss, then drew them both 

from the bed to eat together, to learn more of each other. 

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Hawk Feeds Jester Again 

Hawk went to let the food deliveryman in while 

Jester zipped and buttoned himself back up. His hands 
were a little shaky -- part nerves, part hunger. He hadn't 
eaten anything since lunch and that had only been a chip 
sandwich, it being Friday when money was tight and all. 

The minute he went back into the main room he 

could smell the food and his stomach growled. Loudly. 
And for a long time. If he hadn't felt so loose and good 
in his bones he might have been embarrassed 

"I don't think I've ever smelled anything so good." 
Hawk pulled the plastic covers off the most beautiful, 

luscious food Jester had ever seen. "Have a seat. This 
one's for you." 

He was offered roast and roots and greens and gravy. 

Oh. Oh, wow. 

He sat next to Hawk, staring at the food that almost 

looked too good to eat. Almost. For a minute he just 
looked. And then he closed his eyes and smelled. Yeah -
- oh, wow. 

His hands were definitely shaking as he picked up the 

utensils, surreptitiously glancing at what Hawk did to 
make sure he used the right knife and fork. Hawk 
seemed relaxed, easy, not watching him really, merely 
eating -- cutting a bit of meat, buttering a roll for him. 
He tried not to eat too quickly, but he was really hungry 
and he hadn't had meat in days and excellent meat, like 
this was -- wow, not in so long. Everything was so good. 
Like really, really good. 

He took the roll from Hawk with a 'thank you' and 

then nearly melted at the taste of real butter on the fresh 
bread. He did moan 

"Is it good, Pet?" His thigh was stroked, Hawk's hand 

warm. His cock actually twitched. How could he still be 

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so ready after all Hawk had made him feel already? 
Hawk was something else. "It is, Hawk. I don't think I've 
ever tasted anything so good." Jester couldn't believe 
how the meat melted in his mouth and the gravy was 
rich and he didn't even need it to cover up the flavor of 
the roots -- they were good on their own 

"Wait for dessert." They both finished their meal, 

Hawk warm and relaxed and open-shirted beside him 
and oh, didn't Hawk have a lovely belly... 

By the time Jester was done, he was pleasantly full 

and his cock was pushing gently against his pants, but 
he wasn't embarrassed. Hawk seemed to really like it 
when he showed his pleasure. He couldn't wait to see 
what dessert was -- how could anything top the meal 
he'd just eaten? 

Hawk pulled the cover off a piece of chocolate cake 

big enough for three people, with cream piled atop it. 
"Chocolate. I thought we could share." 

"Oh, chocolate... I had chocolate cake for my 

birthday once. I mean real chocolate, not sim stuff. We 
usually get the sim stuff. Even as a treat." Jester shut his 
mouth before he said anything else. 

Hawk slid one long finger through the icing and 

cream and brought it to Jester's lips. "Open up." 

Moaning, he did as he was told, sucking the cream 

and icing from Hawk's finger as it was pushed into his 
mouth. It was good. So very good. All of it, the cream, 
the icing and Hawk's skin, which was salty and earthy 
where the rest was sweet. 

Hawk moaned, finger sliding from his lips. "Is it 

good?" 

"Yes." Jester sat there open mouthed, gazing at 

Hawk. His cock was throbbing in his pants and he 
wanted to do wicked things. Feeling suddenly 
emboldened by the look in Hawk's eyes, he slid one of 

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his own fingers through the icing and the cream on top 
of the cake and held it up to Hawk's lips. 

Hawk took his hand and slowly drew his finger in, 

head bobbing slowly as Hawk sucked him clean. Every 
suck went straight from his finger to his cock, making 
him throb. He moaned, eyes half closing, watching 
Hawk's mouth 

"Delicious." Hawk nipped the tip of his finger, then 

leaned back. "Let's do it again." 

Another fingerful of sweet was offered to his mouth. 

Jester made another soft noise and opened his mouth. 
This time he did what Hawk had done, taking the big 
hand and holding it with his own as he guided that 
finger back into his mouth. His eyes did close this time 
as he sucked slowly and he moaned. Oh, God. 

"Pet. So fine. So beautiful. You make me so hard." 
Jester let Hawk's finger slide from his mouth. 

"Yeah?" he asked, looking down past the pretty belly to 
Hawk's groin. There was a very large bulge there, 
making him swallow. "You didn't get a turn yet." 

"Would you like to see?" Hawk took Jester's hand 

and brought his fingers against that hard heat. Jester 
gasped, fingers closing automatically. Hawk bucked up, 
pressing into his touch. "Pet... So good." 

Hawk was so hot, even through his pants and Jester 

wanted suddenly to touch skin on skin, even if the idea 
was almost as nerve wracking as it was exciting. "Can 
I... touch you?" 

"Yes. I would like that very much." Hawk slowly 

unfastened his dark pants, exposing a full, hard shaft to 
Jester. 

"So big," he murmured. He reached out, barely 

touching with one finger, sliding it from base to tip. He 
gasped, so hot and so soft and it made him shiver just to 
touch it. 

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Hawk leaned back, moaning softly. "That's right, Pet. 

Touch me. It feels so good." 

Jester moved closer to Hawk, their legs touching as 

he stroked up again, this time with two fingers. His 
hands were shaking and it felt good and very sexy and 
he moaned as one fingertip skated across the tip of 
Hawk's cock, the drops there making it slick 

"Mmm... see what you do to me? See how you make 

me want?" There was a bare dusting of black-black hair 
over the root of Hawk's hardness, shiny and sleek 

"Me? I do this? Wow." Jester's fingers moved to the 

dark hair, touching it. It was so much softer than his 
own much coarser curls, but not anywhere near as soft 
as the skin of Hawk's prick. His own cock was throbbing 
with his heartbeat, making his pants feel a couple of 
sizes too small. He didn't want to be greedy, but he 
wanted to free it 

"You do." Hawk's fingers brushed his slacks. "Yours 

too, Pet." 

Jester opened his pants with fingers that were 

trembling more than ever, more from the excitement and 
pleasure that were coursing through him than anything 
else. "Yes, please." 

"So lovely. So fine." Hawk's hand wrapped around 

Jester's cock, holding it lightly. 

"Oh!" He gasped, eyes going wide. He copied Hawk, 

wrapping his hand around Hawk's thick cock. It was like 
fire against his palm 

"Yes." Hawk was panting, hips shifting and sliding 

and pushing into his touch. 

Jester moved his hand slowly, whole body starting to 

shake as the pleasure climbed his spine, spread over his 
skin like a flush. Hawk's fingers tightened, moving with 
his own rhythm. Those dark eyes looked drugged, 
shining over at him. His own gaze was moving, going 

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between Hawk's face and his hand on the thick cock and 
Hawk's big hand on his cock and it felt amazing and it 
looked amazing and it was too hot and too good to not 
be real and his hand tightened around Hawk, moving 
faster as his breath caught. Oh. Oh, he was going to 
come soon. Again. 

Of course this time Hawk was groaning and moving, 

cheeks stained red, lips parting. So beautiful. The man 
was beautiful. 

Jester pulled harder, faster, not wanting to come 

before Hawk, but the pleasure was too much and soon 
he was shouting out, hips bucking up into Hawk's hand 
as he shot hard. 

"Pet..." The groan was low and long and sent shivers 

up his spine as seed sprayed over his fingers. He kept 
moving his hand on Hawk's cock, watching as his own 
shivers and aftershocks were repeated in Hawk's large 
frame. 

"Pet. You make me feel so good." One large hand 

wrapped around Jester's neck and drew him into a long, 
slow kiss. He melted against Hawk, mouth opening to 
the hot tongue. Hawk pulled him into that warm lap, 
held him close, one hand curling around his ass. 

He pushed against Hawk, shivering despite the 

warmth. "You make me feel... oh, just feel." 

"Good. Pet. So many things I want to make you feel, 

to show you." 

He shivered. "Why me?" he asked softly 
"Because I've been looking for you and I found you." 

Sure. Convinced. Completely at peace. 

"Looking for me?" He didn't understand 
"Looking for someone to touch, to learn, to teach. 

Looking for someone special." 

"Oh." Jester thought about that for a moment, still 

unsure how Hawk could be so confident that was him, 

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but he decided that really didn't matter. "I'm glad you 
think that's me." 

"I'm glad you trust me enough to find out that I'm 

right." 

"You've made me feel so good. Touched me and fed 

me and ... why wouldn't I trust you?" Jester frowned. 
"Are you going to hurt me?" 

"No." Hawk met his eyes full-forward. "I don't want 

to hurt you. I want to make you feel good." 

"Good." Jester stroked Hawk's face. "Teach me, 

Hawk." 

"I will, my pretty Pet. I will. More than you ever 

thought you could know." 

Another shiver went through Jester. His life was 

about to change completely. 

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Hawk and Jester 

Hawk had a simple dinner prepared, fruits and cheese 

and sweets. All finger foods, all intense and sensual and 
meant to tempt his Pet into staying the night, into further 
explorations. He knew he'd said they'd eat in the dining 
room, but he wanted Jester all to himself. He'd spent the 
afternoon downstairs, spending a few hours helping Mal 
in the training salon, releasing his passion and his 
hunger so he wouldn't scare Jester with his particular 
interests. 

Kerry and the new little thing had been quite vocal in 

their appreciation of his newest toys, though. It had 
been... gratifying. One day he would use them on his 
Pet, hold the sweet body close and watch as pleasure and 
need filled those pretty eyes. For now, though? Patience. 

The doorman announced that his Pet was on his way 

and moments later there was a soft knock at the door. 
Hawk shook his hair loose, making sure that the soft, 
gauzy clothing he wore hid and exposed the way he 
wished before opening the door. "Hello, Jester." 

"Oh. Hi, Hawk." The boy smiled shyly up at him. 

Jester was wearing a white blouse and grey pants, 
simple and plain, allowing the boy himself to shine. 

Hawk drew Jester in, closing the door behind them 

before tilting the boy's face up for a kiss. 

"Oh... I thought maybe I'd dreamt you," Jester 

murmured, mouth opening to him. 

"No, Pet. I am very real." Hawk pressed the words 

into Jester's mouth, drawing his Pet close. Jester moaned 
softly and the small hands wrapped around his waist, 
holding on. Their kisses went on and on, going from soft 
to deep to gentle as they slowly backed toward the 
divan. 

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Jester gazed up at him, eyes dazed, breathless. "You 

are real." 

"I am. I want you. I'm glad you came." He stroked 

Jester's jaw. 

He was gifted with one of Jester's beaming smiles, 

the boy nuzzling into his hand. "Me too." 

"Good." Hawk leaned in for another kiss. "Very 

good." 

Jester met his kiss with an eager moan. He drew 

Jester into his lap, hand cupping that sweet, little ass. 
Jester straddled his legs, arms going around his neck. 
"Are you going to have me for dinner?" Jester asked, 
eyes going wide at his own boldness. 

"Oh, I think I will." Hawk squeezed Jester’s ass, 

licked Jester's lips. "And dessert." 

Jester giggled sweetly. "I knew I should have been 

suspicious when you invited me to dinner." 

"And what if you decide to have me? For dinner?" He 

ran his fingers along Jester's ribs, tickling. The giggles 
gave way to laughter, Jester wriggling and twisting in 
his arms. Too sweet. Hawk kept playing, chuckling and 
licking and holding, cock filling as his Pet rubbed 
against him. 

Jester's fingers slid along his ribs, trying to find 

ticklish spots of their own, but the boy was hampered by 
his laughter and wriggling. 

"So pretty." Hawk kept stealing little kisses, feeding 

on the happy laughter. 

Eventually the laughter faded away to happy sighs, 

Jester resting against him. 

"Mmm..." He held Jester close, reaching out for a bit 

of sweet to rub against his Pet's lips. Jester gasped 
softly, tongue following the sweet, trying to bring it into 
his mouth. He let his Pet have it in little bites -- one nip 
at a time, stealing kisses in between. Jester was soon 

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rather breathless, feeding from his fingers and his lips 
with equal fervor. 

"So hungry." Hawk licked the sweet off Jester's lips. 
"You taste good," Jester said, the sweet blush telling 

him that Jester had not misspoken, that his Pet indeed 
meant him and not the sweet. 

"Yes? Would you like to taste more of me?" He 

nuzzled in again, mouth open and moving over Jester's 
skin. 

"Okay." 
So trusting, his sweet Pet. Hawk leaned back, arms 

spreading wide, curious to see what the boy would do. 
"I'm all yours, Jester. Feast away." 

Jester blinked at him. "Oh... I... okay." Leaning in, 

Jester licked at his lips, eyes watching him. 

"It's okay, Pet. I'll tell you if you do something I don't 

like, the same as you'd tell me." 

"You'll tell me if I'm not doing it right?" 
"Yes." Hawk nodded. "Although I don't think you 

can do it wrong." 

"I don't know. I've never done this before. I've 

imagined doing it though." Jester's color was high again. 

"Oh? Tell me about what you imagined." He drew 

Jester up against his chest, rocking slowly. 

Jester's head rested on his shoulder, the boy's fingers 

idly drawing on his chest through his shirt. "All I could 
think about when I went home was you and the things 
we did. And I thought maybe when I came back tonight 
we'd do more things together. Like we're doing..." 

"Which things did you like best, Pet?" His fingers 

trailed over Jester's spine. 

"Oh, I couldn't choose -- it's all so wonderful." 
He tickled gently. "Try, Pet. What did you imagine 

we would do?" 

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Jester giggled and squirmed and blushed and 

murmured softly. "I imagined you would put your 
mouth on me again. On my... penis." 

"You liked that, did you?" He nudged Jester until 

their eyes met. "You liked fucking my mouth?" He slid 
his hand down and around to cup Jester's cock, thumb 
sliding along the length. 

Jester's eyes became huge, a loud gasp coming from 

the boy's mouth as the lovely cheeks went a deep red. 
But there was no denying the hard length in his hand 
and Jester nodded. 

"Yes? You want to do it again?" Hawk brought one 

of Jester's hands to his own heat. 

A soft shudder moved through Jester, his sweet Pet's 

hand closing around his cock. "Yes, Hawk. If you want 
to." 

"I want to. Do you want to taste me?" 
Jester nodded, biting his lip. "I do, really, but... " 
Hawk licked Jester's lip. "But?" 
Jester took a breath and looked up at him. "It's scary, 

Hawk. What if I did it wrong and you hated it or what if 
I hurt you or what if... what if I didn't like it?" 

"Well, one -- I wouldn't hate it. I like it. And, if you 

didn't like it, you'd tell me." Sweet pet. They had so 
many things to explore. 

"You wouldn't be mad? But what if I hurt you? It's 

very sensitive -- I know. Mania kicked me there once 
and I thought I was going to die, I really did.” 

"Jester. You wouldn't hurt me; it feels good when you 

touch me." He took a long, deep kiss. "Everything is 
scary the first time, yes?" 

Jester nodded. "Yes. You don't think I'm silly, do 

you? A baby?" 

"Oh, Pet." Hawk stroked along Jester's pretty, hard 

prick. "No. No, I think you're an interesting, fully-grown 

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man who is learning some fascinating things and sharing 
then with me." 

"I'm glad I have you to share them with," Jester told 

him, hips pushing into his hand. 

"Good. Now, stop fretting and come play with me." 

He took a kiss, tongue pressing deep. 

Jester moaned into their kiss, hands sliding up to hold 

onto his shoulders, hips pushing rhythmically into his 
hand. His Pet's body knew what it wanted, so he gave 
Jester what he needed, hand slipping inside the soft 
pants, wrapping around the hot silk of that shaft. 

Jester's gasp filled his mouth, Jester’s hands opening 

and closing, hips pushing harder, body moving against 
him. "Hawk... oh, Hawk." 

"Do you want my mouth, Pet?" 
"Oh!" With that soft cry Jester came, eyes wide, 

mouth open, cock spilling come into Hawk's hand. 

"Mmm..." He waited until he knew Jester was 

watching him again, then licked his fingers clean. 

"Oh... oh, Hawk. Does it taste good?" 
Hawk wet his bottom lip with his Pet's seed and 

offered Jester a kiss. Moaning, Jester leaned in and 
licked his lips before sliding that sweet tongue into his 
mouth. He let Jester in, let Jester kiss him, nurturing that 
sweet hunger. Jester pushed against him, making the 
kiss deeper, more soft noises filling his mouth. 

Oh, yes. Yes, Pet. Taste me. 
One of Jester's hands came up to slide over his cheek, 

learning his face. Hawk rubbed against the touch, 
groaning. Jester's hands were trembling, but his Pet was 
eager now, hungry. His Pet pushed closer, hands moving 
restlessly against Hawk's face and shoulders. 

"Mmm... that's it, Pet. Touch me. I want you." He 

shifted, rubbing restlessly. 

"Can I? I want to touch your skin." 

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"Yes, Pet." Yes, please, lovely one. Hawk stripped his 

shirt off, exposing his chest. 

Jester watched, eyes taking him all in, hands moving 

over his skin as soon as his shirt was gone. "Oh, you're 
so warm and smooth." 

"Do you like it?" Hawk stretched under the soft 

touches, twisting. 

"Yes. Oh, Hawk, yes, I do." 
Jester leaned in to kiss him again, fingertips finding 

his nipples and staying there to feel them more closely. 
Hawk's body tightened, drawing up in tight peaks for the 
careful fingers. Jester gasped, breaking the kiss to look. 
He stretched, preening for those pretty eyes. 

"Oh..." 
Hawk could feel his Pet's breath against his skin. 

"Mmm... Feels good, Pet." One day he would have 
earned his Pet's total trust and they would play together, 
such fine games. 

"Does it?" Jester asked, tongue coming out to lick 

tentatively at one of Hawk's nipples. 

He moaned softly. "It does." 
Jester licked his other nipple, then slid his fingertips 

over them both. The tender, tentative touches were 
going to drive him mad. 

One of Jester's hands moved down to his belly, 

stroking the muscles of his abdomen, which drew his 
Pet's eyes and lips. "Oh, look. So nice." 

"You like?" He was hard and wanted nothing more 

than to draw those kiss-swollen lips to his cock. 

"Pretty," murmured Jester, tongue sliding into his 

navel. 

Hawk arched. "Pet. You make me need." 
Jester nodded. "I know the feeling. Does it hurt you, 

too?" 

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"Hmmm? You mean the ache? Some, yes, but I know 

it'll fade, feel so good when I come." 

Jester rubbed his cheek on Hawk's abdomen. "It's 

kind of like being on fire inside, and touching you 
makes it both better and worse." 

Hawk tangled his fingers in Jester's soft curls, 

nodding. "Feels all heavy and tender, yeah?" 

Jester looked up at him, devotion and need in the 

pretty eyes. "Yes." 

He drew Jester up and took a deep, needy kiss. Lost. 

He was lost. Jester moaned and rubbed against him, 
hands sliding and warm on his skin. He drew one of 
those hands to his cock. "My turn, Pet. I need." 

"Oh! I'm sorry." Jester's hand wrapped around his 

cock, stroking him through the material of his pants. 
"You make me forget everything." 

"Touch me. Touch my skin." Hawk moaned and 

managed a smile, hips pushing up into the touches. 

Jester's fingers were back to trembling, but there was 

no hesitation in them as his Pet worked at the fastenings 
of his pants, teasing him terribly. Hawk took a long, 
deep breath, thighs parting as he forced himself to relax. 

Finally, Jester had his pants undone and pushed open. 

Soft, gentle touches stroked over his flesh. The strokes 
and brush of the air combined to make him rock hard, 
drops sliding over the tip of his cock. One of Jester's 
fingers dipped into his slit, collecting the clear liquid. 
Then Jester brought the finger to his mouth, sucking it 
clean. 

"How does it taste, Pet?" 
"Like you, but more. Makes me ache deeper." 
"You're making me ache, Jester. Making me need 

you." His body was throbbing, burning. 

"Do you want me to put my mouth on you?" Jester 

asked him, eyes so big in his face. 

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"I want to feel you. I want you to learn me however 

you will." 

"Okay." 
Jester's fingers traced the veins on his cock, slid over 

the ridges around his cockhead, dipped into his slit 
again, Jester again tasting the liquid from the slender 
fingers. Hawk closed his eyes, focusing on his control, 
his breath, the sensations zinging through him. 

Jester slid down to the floor between his legs, eyes 

following where fingers led as the veins were traced 
again, more slowly, more carefully. He could feel each 
breath Jester took against the skin of his cock. Jester's 
tongue touched the tip of his prick, softly, tentatively, 
hot and wet and barely there. 

Oh, sweet gods, this was perfect torture. 
The tentative touch of tongue came again, then 

Jester's thumb slid across the flared ridge near the top on 
the back of his cock. The spot must have fascinated 
Jester somehow because his Pet stroked it over and over 
again. 

"Oh, Pet. So good. So good, right there." He forced 

himself to stay still, to not push up into those sweet 
hands. 

"Right here? It feels good touching you here." Jester's 

hand wrapped loosely around Hawk's cock, thumb still 
working the same spot with a firmer touch now. 

He lifted his head and nodded. "Yes. There." 
Jester licked at the tip of his cock again, then tongued 

the ridge that maddening thumb was teasing. It made his 
balls draw up, a series of sweet shudders rocking him. 
"Oh, Pet. Good." 

The words seemed to encourage Jester, the soft 

touches of tongue sliding around his prick with more 
confidence. 

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"Yes. Yes. More, Pet. Let me feel you." He reached 

down, stroking Jester's curls. 

Jester nuzzled into his hand and then returned to his 

prick, lapping at the pre-come that slid from the tip. 
Hawk was whimpering, eyes rolling with pleasure. 
Jester was going to kill him, it felt so good. 

"Is it okay, Hawk? Am I doing it right?" 
"Oh, yes. So right. Please. More, Pet. More." 
Jester beamed up at him and then began to lick again. 

The touches remained soft, gentle, but came more often, 
sliding against his heat. His pleasure grew and grew, the 
ache within him sharp and needy. "I'm going to come 
soon, Pet." 

"Oh. What should I do?" 
"Suck the tip, if you want to taste me. If not, touch 

me." 

"Oh. Okay." Jester gave him a smile and then bent 

lips wrapping oh, so gently around the tip of his cock. 

He shuddered, moaning as his cock throbbed. 

"More." The suction increased a little, one of Jester's 
hands remaining on his prick, the other reaching out to 
him, trembling slightly. He took that hand in his own, 
stroking the thin fingers. "Feels so good, Jester. You 
make me feel so good." 

Jester's hand clung to his, the suction increasing a 

little more. 

"Yes. Yes, Pet. So good. Want you." Hawk's words 

filled the air, warm and praising, letting Jester know 
how much he needed. 

Jester pulled off him to look up at him, to smile at 

him. He tugged the sweet mouth up for a kiss as he drew 
their joined hands down to tug at his cock. Jester kissed 
him eagerly, hand moving with his. He tongue-fucked 
Jester's mouth in rhythm with their hands, moving faster 
and faster until he arched, shooting over his own belly. 

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"Oh!" Jester cried out onto his mouth. "You came." 
"I did." Hawk lapped at Jester's lips, humming 

happily "Just taking the edge off." 

"Taking it off for what?" Jester asked. 
"So that we can have supper and enjoy ourselves 

without being desperate to come." He winked, nuzzling. 

"Oh." Jester blushed and giggled, nuzzling against 

him. 

"I love that sound." Hawk tickled gently, drawing 

Jester against him. 

Jester laughed some more, wriggling and sliding. 

Hawk had one hand on Jester's ass, the other on Jester's 
ribs, lips sliding along the thin jaw. Jester's sweet 
giggles faded into gasps and moans, his pet's hands 
moving on him as well. 

"Do you feel good, Pet? Having a good time?" 
"Oh yes, Hawk. You make me feel so good." Those 

big eyes turned on him. "Are you?" 

"More than I can say." 
"Oh, good. I wouldn't want you to change your mind. 

I like being here with you so much." 

"Oh, Pet. You're fine company. Most fine." 
Jester beamed at him. He wrapped them up together, 

holding Jester closer. "So, should we eat?" 

"I've been waiting since last night for dinner. I've 

never had such good food." A sweet blush colored 
Jester's cheeks. "Not that that's the only reason I came 
back..." 

"Of course it's not." Hawk nuzzled Jester's cheek. 

"You came back for me." 

Jester's cheek blazed beneath his. "Yes, I did." 
"Good." He met Jester's eyes. "Thank you. Dinner 

now." They could play more, later. 

"Yes, Hawk." 

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Jester slid from his lap and began to set himself to 

rights, doing his buttons up. Hawk nudged Jester's hands 
away. "No one will tell if we're casual and I'll keep you 
warm." 

Jester looked at him from under dark eyelashes. 

Then, his sweet Pet undid all his buttons, leaving his 
shirt and pants hanging open. 

"Mmm..." Hawk drew Jester into his lap, settling his 

pet into the curve of his body. "What shall we try first?" 

"Well, I've already tasted you," Jester gave him an 

impish grin before hiding in the curve of his neck. 

Oh! His Pet did have a sense of humor. Hawk 

laughed, hugging and tickling Jester. Jester giggled, 
pressing into him again, face bright and happy. He 
found a canapé, pressing it into Jester's lips, giving him 
a bite. 

"Mmm..." Jester ate it eagerly, licking his lips. "Oh, 

that was delicious." 

"Want another?" Hawk held the next loosely between 

his lips. 

"Oh! Yes." Jester leaned up, lips brushing his as the 

canapé was carefully taken from his mouth. 

"Mmm... yes. Delicious." Hawk found another treat, 

carefully feeding it to those pink lips. Jester's lips slid 
over his fingers, tongue licking briefly. His sweet Pet's 
eyes gazed up at him the whole time. "Going to eat me 
up, Pretty Pet?" He found another sweet bit, offering it 
over. 

Jester giggled again, taking the sweet and nibbling 

playfully on Hawk's fingers. They played and teased, 
licking and tickling and laughing throughout the meal. It 
was glorious, to relax and enjoy that laugh. 

After a half dozen bits and bites, Jester had begun to 

feed him as well, eyes shining sweetly, his Pet's 

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happiness palpable. He nibbled and munched, teasing 
Jester's fingers with his lips. 

Jester was wriggling soon enough, eyes going dark. 

"I've never had a meal make me want before." 

"No? You should get used to it. We'll have many of 

them." 

"Really? That sounds lovely." 
Hawk nodded. "I think so too." Un fact he quite 

counted on the thought. 

"Mam and the kids will be jealous." Jester looked 

worried suddenly. "I hope it doesn't upset Mam that I'm 
not at home to help much this weekend." 

Oh, sweet Pet. If Hawk had his way, Jester would 

have many weekends. "Perhaps we can find someone to 
help your mother out sometimes. Free your time..." 

Jester shook his head, withdrawing as the worry 

gnawed at him. "We can't afford anything like that," his 
Pet admitted, head turned away. 

"Pet." Hawk turned Jester's face toward him. "You 

can't, but we can." He was lost and he would have this 
boy. 

Jester frowned. "No, Hawk, we can't. My Datter, 

well, he's not around and Peoter and Mam and me all 
work and there's hardly enough and..." Jester sighed. "It 
doesn't seem real while I'm here, but here didn't seem 
real when I was at home today, either... we barely make 
ends meet." 

"Jester. I can help make ends meet, if that's what 

needs to happen for us to be together." 

Hope flared for a moment in Jester's eyes, but the boy 

was already shaking his head. "It wouldn't be right to 
ask you to do that, Hawk." 

"You didn't." He took Jester's hand and dropped a 

soft kiss in the palm. 

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"But you already gave me all this wonderful food and 

there's no way I could ever return that. It isn't right it 
should be so one-sided." Jester sighed, hand pulling 
away, worries and cares beginning to bend his Pet's 
shoulders. "This is why Mam always goes on about how 
like should stay with like. Maybe she was right after 
all." 

"And aren't we alike, Pet?" Hawk wasn't above 

pushing. Seducing. Or using logic. "I want you. You 
want me. We work together. We like the same foods. 
You make me very happy, Pet. That's not one-sided." 

"But... you have all the money. And this nice place 

and the nice things and..." Jester bit his lip. "I like you 
so much, Hawk." 

"And I lived on the bare edge of St. Jude once, just 

like you." Hawk leaned down and brought their lips 
together. "I want to be with you, Jester, and I want you 
to be with me." 

Jester kissed him a little desperately, arms wrapping 

around his neck and holding on tight. "She's not going to 
be happy," Jester whispered. "Even if you pay for 
someone to help. She didn't want me to come tonight." 

"She'll have to learn, Pet. You're a man. You deserve 

a life all your own." A life with pleasure and passion and 
joy. 

Jester nodded. "I want to keep seeing you, Hawk. No 

matter what anyone says. No one has ever made me feel 
like you do." 

"I want to see you, Pet. I want as much as you can 

give me." More than you know you can give. 

Jester's smile was lovely, sweet and full. "You make 

me feel so good. Special. Important." 

"You are special, Pet. You're mine." There. There 

was the truth. His. 

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"Oh..." Jester burrowed into his arms, head pressing 

into his neck, his Pet holding on so tight. Yes. Yes. Oh, 
Pet. He wrapped his arms around his Pet, holding them 
together. 

"I don't ever want to let go." Jester's words were 

muffled against his chest. 

"You don't have to, Pet. I would hold you forever." 
Jester giggled. "We'd get fired." 
"Oh, right. Well, then. I'll hold you until time for 

work." Hawk took a hard kiss, tongue sliding in deep. 
Moaning, Jester opened to him, still clinging, holding 
like he wouldn't ever let go. Hawk pressed them 
together, hands tight on the warm skin. 

Their passion flared quickly, Jester hot and writhing 

in his arms. Their bodies were hot, skin sliding against 
skin, the scent of need strong again. Jester pushed off 
Hawk's shirt and then pulled off his own, working on 
their pants next. Bold, for his Pet, but indicative of the 
strong emotions going through Jester. 

He leaned back, drawing Jester against him as soon 

as they were naked, their cocks sliding together. 
Moaning, Jester moved against him, rubbing as they 
kissed. His hand cupped Jester's ass, finding their 
rhythm, moving them. 

"Hawk! Oh!" So sweet, such passion. His Pet would 

be an endless source of pleasure, Hawk was sure. 

They moved together faster and faster, sharing low 

moans and little gasps and hungry cries. They fit 
together well, Jester's cock sliding along the hollow of 
his hip. 

"You're so big," Jester murmured, voice half awe, 

half happy giggle as he dropped his hand to circle 
Hawk's cock. 

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"You're so lovely." Hawk pushed up with a moan, 

hips jerking as Jester touched him. "Your hands are 
warm." 

"You're hot. Like a fire in my hand." A shiver went 

through Jester, his sweet Pet crying out and moving 
faster against him. 

"Yes." He arched up, hands hard on Jester's ass, 

rubbing them together furiously. The blue eyes gazed up 
at him, Jester's mouth open, gasping for breath as sweet 
little cries fell around them. 

Jester's hand tightened around him. They came 

together, bodies arching and shaking as heat sprayed, the 
scent of them together heady. 

Jester collapsed against him, warm and soft and 

sweet. "Oh. Oh, Hawk, touching you feels so good." 

"Mmm... Yes, Pet. Yes." Hawk wrapped around 

Jester, purring with pleasure. 

Jester nuzzled in. "I like that sound." 
He smiled, the happy sound continuing. "Do you? I 

like the feel of you in my arms." 

"I fit here," Jester told him, petting his arm. 
Oh. Oh, yes. Yes, very much so. Hawk nodded, 

kissing the top of Jester's head. 

"Can I have some more fruit, Hawk? I've never had 

any that tasted so sweet before." 

"Mmm... Only if you share with me, too." Hawk 

winked and smiled, loving the quick, easy laugh that he 
received. 

Jester picked up one of the pink citrus slices, putting 

between the swollen lips and shyly tilting his face up. 
Hawk hummed and leaned down, sharing the tart sweet, 
the juice spreading between them. Jester's moans were 
sweeter than any fruit. "That was lovely, Pet. Another, 
please." 

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Jester eagerly chose another fruit, still a citrus, but 

this one green. His Pet's expression was priceless as this 
far more tart fruit passed his lips. Hawk licked the juice 
from Jester's lips, humming at the flavor. 

Jester kept making faces as he ate the fruit slice, but 

he licked his lips after, giggling. "That one was sour!" 

"Try the red one, it's very sweet." Hawk could do this 

for hours, watching his Pet explore. 

"This one?" Jester picked up a small round fruit, 

popping it into his mouth. His Pet's eyes went wide. 
"Oh!" 

"You like it?" He nuzzled the corner of Jester's 

mouth, making Jester giggle. 

"Yes." Jester snatched another fruit and popped it 

into his mouth. "They're too small to share though." 

"Oh, ho!" He reached out and tickled Jester. "Where's 

mine, Pet? You're trying to starve me!" 

Laughing, Jester took another of the little red fruits 

and ate it himself again. "You have long arms." 

"I do." Hawk spun them, Jester ending up beneath 

him, one of his hands holding Jester's wrists lightly. 
"You have red lips." 

Jester's giggles became breathless. "I do?" 
"You do." Hawk leaned down and took a hard, deep 

kiss, tongue pressing in, sweeping to get a taste of Jester 
and berry. 

Jester moaned as the kiss ended, chest rising and 

falling beneath him, eyes large. "What color are they 
usually?" 

"Pink, and then I kiss them they go a warm rose. 

Perfect." 

"Oh." A lovely color crept up along Jester's cheeks, 

the blush sweet. 

"Yes. Oh." Hawk leaned down and took another kiss, 

stretching Jester beneath him. Jester's hands pulled at his 

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hold for a moment before his Pet relaxed, trusting him. 
"How do you feel?" He let their bodies rub together, let 
Jester feel him, his weight. 

"I'm not hungry anymore," whispered Jester, eyes 

wide. 

"No? What are you, Pet?" 
"T...turned on." 
"Yes?" He leaned down and lapped Jester's nipple. 
"That's what it's called, isn't it? When you're all hard 

and goose-pimply and your belly's all hot?" The words 
were interrupted by soft gasps and needy little moans. 

"Yes, Pet. That's what it's called." Hawk took the 

little nipple in his teeth, tugging gently. 

Jester jerked and cried out, arms tugging again. Hawk 

didn't let Jester go, he pulled again, tongue sliding over 
the hard, hot flesh. 

"Oh, Hawk. Hawk." Jester writhed, trying to pull 

away and push into his mouth by turns. 

"Yes, Pet." He wanted to wrap silk around those thin 

wrists and drive his Pet mad with need. Those little 
nipples were hard for him, begging for his touch. He bit 
and licked, making them draw up tighter, making them 
red and swollen. Jester whimpered and gasped, throwing 
his head from side to side. 

"Tell me what you feel, Pet." Hawk rubbed his hips 

against Jester's, humming at the feel of that cock firming 
again. 

"So hot. Shivery. Hot." Jester moved against him, 

hands tugging once more. 

"Mmm... pretty Pet." He stroked Jester's palms, then 

let his Pet go, hands sliding down the thin arms. Jester's 
hands fell immediately to his head, sliding through his 
hair. 

"Oh, Hawk." 

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"Yes, Jester. Oh." He moved down, licking and 

nuzzling against the flat belly. 

Jester pushed up into his mouth, hands sliding to grip 

his shoulders, touching him, holding on. His cheek slid 
along Jester's shaft, lips teasing the dark, soft curls. 

"Yes. Oh. Yes, please." Jester's legs spread, cradling 

him. 

Hawk dropped a kiss on the tip of Jester's cock, on 

the velvet-soft sacs, then behind. Jester shivered and 
whispered his name. "Yes, Pet. I want to taste you." He 
cupped Jester's hips, tilting them, spreading the pale 
cheeks with his thumbs. 

"Oh. Oh! Hawk!" Jester sounded shocked. Excited. 
Hawk moaned, tongue sliding down Jester's crease, 

the touch light and teasing. 

"Hawk!" Jester's muscles tightened. "Oh. Oh." 
"Let me touch you, Pet." He pressed his tongue 

against the tight, wrinkled hole, circling slowly. 

"You... you are." 
The wrinkled flesh twitched, another shudder moving 

through his Pet. He kept lapping and licking, tongue 
teasing the tight muscles, softening them. Jester repeated 
his name again and again, hands scrabbling at leather 
couch. When he could, he pressed his tongue in deep, 
moaning as Jester's body squeezed him tight. Jester 
screamed, his Pet's body rippling around his tongue. 

Oh, yes. Yes. He pulled Jester onto his tongue, 

fucking the sweet body with sure, hard strokes of his 
tongue. His Pet thrashed and screamed, calling his name 
over and over. Hawk focused on fucking Jester, pushing 
him over the edge. 

Suddenly, Jester went quiet, body freezing, ass 

rippling wildly around his tongue, pulsing with his Pet's 
pleasure. 

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He leaned up, licking the seed off Jester's belly, 

moaning at the taste. Jester was shaking, hands reaching 
for him. He moved to hold his Pet, rocking and stroking, 
humming softly. "You're fine, Pet. So good." 

Jester turned into him, hands finding his shoulders 

and holding on. Hawk curled around him, surrounding 
and protecting and holding, keeping Jester close and 
warm. 

"Oh, Hawk. That was... Oh." Jester nuzzled in, face 

pressed into his neck. 

"Yes, Pet. Rest. Rest for me and we'll play later." 

Hawk petted the thin back, humming low. 

"Okay, Hawk." Jester's breath grew soft and gentle 

against his skin. 

It was a great gift, to have his Pet's flavor in his 

mouth, the warmth in his arms, the heart beating against 
him. He held on, humming a quiet song of thanks before 
reaching out and stealing a berry, enjoying the bright 
splash on his lips. 

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Jester Has Another Weekend 

The day seemed to take forever to be done, but 

finally the whistle blew and Jester punched out and 
hurried to the locker room, changing out of his overalls. 
He didn't mind work and had never been so excited for a 
weekend before, but he was going straight to Hawk's 
and was going to stay until Sevenday afternoon. 

Mam had started in on him last night. It was the 

second weekend in a row and last weekend he'd at least 
been home overnight. What did he know about Hawk? 
The man was taking advantage of Jester. And on and on. 

Considering that Hawk fed him the most amazing 

food and made him feel so good and instead of spending 
his days off looking after his siblings and the house he 
got to spend them making love and talking... well, if 
anyone was taking advantage of anyone, he was taking 
advantage of Hawk. 

Jester stood in line for his pay, beaming shyly up at 

Hawk when he got to the front of the line. 

Hawk offered him a warm, real smile. "Good 

evening, Jester. Are you all ready for the weekend?" 

"Yes." He lifted his bag. "I'm all ready." 
"I am too. Looking forward to it." His pay chit was 

handed over, Hawk's fingers stroking his palm. "Meet 
me by the private transports?" 

The touch made his belly heavy and he nodded. "See 

you soon." 

He didn't look back as he went -- he didn't want to 

look like a moon-eyed kid. He had to stop himself from 
bouncing all the way to the transport ramp after he'd 
transferred his chit. It still seemed really weird to go to 
the private area and sit inside the little covered room 
with its cushioned seats. He kept expecting someone to 
come and tell him to move along, but nobody questioned 

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him as people came to wait and then left when their 
transports came for them. 

A warm hand ran over his hair, stroking him as Hawk 

sat close, brown eyes happy and watching him. "Hello, 
Pet." 

"Hi, Hawk." Jester held on tight to his bag and smiled 

up at his handsome lover. His lover. It made a little thrill 
go through him at the thought and he very much wanted 
to lean forward and kiss Hawk, but he didn't know if he 
should until they were in their transport. 

"Are you looking forward to our weekend? I am. I've 

been dreaming of it." Hawk leaned close, braid falling 
against him. "I've been dreaming about you, thinking of 
you when I touch myself." 

Jester could feel his blush rush up to his face, but it 

was as much arousal as embarrassment. "I did, too," he 
admitted. It had only been once -- there wasn't a lot of 
privacy at home, but he'd been thinking of Hawk one 
night and had become so hard it hurt. He'd locked 
himself in the bathroom and remembered all the things 
they'd done. 

Hawk looked pleased. "Oh, you'll have to tell me all 

about it, but first? Kiss me hello." 

"Oh, I wasn't sure if we could. Here, I mean. In the 

open like this. I didn't know if you were into that. I 
mean, minded. I mean--" Jester leaned up and pressed 
his lips to Hawk's to get himself to shut up. 

Hawk's chuckle was warm and good on his lips, 

tongue pressing deep to taste him. He opened his mouth 
eagerly, letting Hawk in. He'd worried a little that he'd 
imagined how good this was, how easy it was being 
with Hawk. But it wasn't his imagination at all. 

Feeling good and bold, he touched his tongue to 

Hawk's. Hawk moaned softly, encouraging more. He 
followed Hawk's tongue back into Hawk's mouth, 

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licking over the hard teeth, the soft gums. Hawk's mouth 
was hot and tasted good. Jester dropped his bag without 
even thinking about it, hands going to Hawk's shoulders, 
holding on as he pressed close. He needed, wanted, just 
like that. So fast. 

Hawk let him in, let him taste and touch for a 

moment before pulling back. "Our transport's here. Let's 
go." 

When Hawk stood, Jester could see the bulge that 

proved Hawk wanted as much as he did. He put his hand 
in Hawk's, eager for the privacy the transport would 
afford them and even more eager to be back at Hawk's 
place. 

They settled into the warm transport, Hawk's arms 

opening for him immediately. Jester didn't try to hide his 
eagerness at all as he pressed into Hawk's arms and 
kissed his lover. Hawk gathered him into those warm 
arms, onto the muscled thighs, sharing one deep, heady 
kiss after another. 

Straddling Hawk like he did let Jester push against 

the big man, rubbing his hard cock on Hawk's belly. It 
wasn't as good as when they were naked, but he wasn't 
complaining. Just rubbing. And rubbing and rubbing. 
And kissing. Hawk took his breath away. 

"Eager Pet. So hot for me." Hawk was all purrs and 

rumbles. 

It was true, he was. Hawk made him need, made him 

hard, made him want things he didn't even know how to 
express. 

"What shall we do this weekend, Pet? Do you have 

any--" The words were broken for a long, deep kiss, 
Hawk making him fly. "Wishes?" 

Jester thought really hard so "more of this" wasn't his 

first and only answer. "I wouldn't mind seeing the club." 
They hadn't actually gotten around to doing that last 

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weekend, spending the whole time in Hawk's rooms, 
making love, Hawk sending him soaring again and 
again. 

"But aside from that..." Jester blushed. "I like the 

parts where we're touching and feeling so good." 

"Mmm... I have some friends I'd like to introduce you 

to. Desmond and Connor. We can all have a meal 
together at some point and explore the club." 

"Oh... okay." Oh, meeting people. Friends of Hawk's. 

He'd brought his best clothes, but he didn't know if he 
was fancy enough or had the manners for that kind of 
thing. He would do his best, though, not to embarrass 
Hawk. 

Hawk took another kiss, easing him. "Jester? Connor 

used to work on the docks. You'll like him. He's a good 
guy." 

"Really? Neat." He didn't feel so bad then. "I don't 

mean to be shy, Hawk, but it's a little, well, 
overwhelming. Everything's so different than I'm used 
to." 

Hawk nodded. "You'll have to trust me, Pet. I will 

never ask you to be in a position where your heart could 
be hurt." 

He blinked up at Hawk. "I trust you." It was true, he 

did. That didn't mean he wasn't still nervous about some 
stuff, though. He would have leaned in for more deep 
kisses, but the car was coming to a stop so he took a 
very quick kiss, because he couldn't not kiss Hawk, and 
climbed out when the door opened. 

Hawk led him through the side entrance again -- very 

plush and lovely but not crowded, the tenants coming 
and going, greeting Hawk, nodding and smiling to him. 
Jester smiled back, holding tight to Hawk's hand. It was 
easier today; he felt less like he was an interloper. It 
helped that Hawk was so obviously happy to introduce 

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him, so willing to be connected and known and seen 
with him. Hawk seemed proud of him. 

By the time they were on the lift he was standing tall, 

as tall as he could stand, feeling pretty good about 
himself. 

Hawk was smiling at him, watching him close. 

"Jester. Aren't you fine?" 

He blushed, happy and warm all through. "Yeah? I 

can't be half as fine as you, Hawk. You're... well, you're 
beautiful." 

"Bah. You haunt my dreams, Pet. I want to wake up 

to you every morning and teach you so many things..." 

That made his cheeks flame hotter. that feeling back 

in his belly. Warm and hot and his cock was starting to 
push against his pants. He leaned against Hawk, wishing 
they were in Hawk's quarters already. 

Hawk nuzzled his jaw, purring. "Hungry Pet. So 

needy." 

"I'm sorry. You make me want things. Lots and lots 

of things." 

"Good. You have nothing to be sorry for. What's the 

first thing you want when we get to my rooms?" 

"Kisses. And sucking. I really like the sucking." It 

still made his cheeks hot to say stuff like that, but Hawk 
had taught him last week that saying them usually made 
them happen, or at least made Hawk happy. 

"Do you want me to suck you? Or do you want to 

suck me? Or both together?" Hawk's hand slid around 
Jester to cup his ass. 

He rubbed against Hawk, pushing back into the large 

hand and then forward against Hawk's thigh. "Both at 
the same time?" Oh, that was intriguing, but he shook 
his head. "I wouldn't be able to concentrate on you if 
you were doing that to me." He'd wind up biting Hawk 
by accident. 

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"Are you sure? Just think, the two of us, moving 

together? Wanting together?" Hawk's voice lowered. 
"Your cock deep in my throat." 

Jester made a little noise and rubbed hard against 

Hawk, the words alone pushing him fast toward coming. 
"What if I hurt you?" he managed to ask. 

"You won't. You're good to me." Hawk sounded so 

sure, how could he worry? 

"You know how to do so many things," he 

murmured, face raised for a kiss as he moved against 
Hawk, only sort of half noticing that the lift had stopped, 
the doors opened. 

Hawk brushed their lips together, then led them to the 

door, nodding at someone they passed. It was rude of 
Jester, but he didn't even look at the passer-by. All his 
attention was on Hawk and how good his body felt and 
how much he was anticipating trying out what Hawk 
had suggested. 

Hawk palmed the door and they went in, the smells 

of Hawk and food surrounding him almost like those 
strong arms did. He cried out, rubbing hard and coming 
when Hawk's tongue pushed into his mouth. 

Hawk didn't let the pleasure stop, pushing it higher 

and faster and harder as they moved into the bedroom. 
Jester didn't get soft and even with his orgasm gone, he 
felt so good and wanted and oh, Hawk was something 
else. 

Hawk started getting them undressed, kissing his 

mouth over and over, moaning for him. Oh, he could 
help with that, he should help with that. Before he could 
try, one of Hawk's fingers brushed one of his nipples 
and he couldn't think, could only feel. Moaning, he 
pushed his tongue into Hawk's mouth. 

Hawk moaned for him, too, bringing Jester's hand to 

the hard, heavy bulge in Hawk's well-worn work pants. 

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Shivering, he rubbed against Hawk's covered cock and 
then brought his other hand down, too, fumbling with 
the fastenings. He wanted to see if Hawk's cock was 
exactly as he remembered. 

Hawk pulled in his tight belly, helping Jester, hard 

cock pushing right out into his hands. He gasped into 
Hawk's mouth, not even thinking of being embarrassed, 
merely feeling and enjoying. Hawk was hot and silky 
and smooth and heavy in his hands. What they were 
doing together felt good, better than pulling himself off, 
and those happy purrs and growls Hawk was making 
were so good. 

Jester started to wiggle his way down, mouth almost 

watering at the thought of tasting Hawk again. 

"Come to bed. We'll be comfortable." Hawk stepped 

out of his pants and pulled them onto the soft covers. He 
slid against Hawk, moaning at the way their naked skin 
slid together. Hawk's cock was so hot against him and 
his own rubbed against Hawk's muscled belly, making 
him whimper. 

"So hot, Pet. Let me feel you." Hawk's hands were 

everywhere, making Jester arch, making him need. He 
felt like he was on fire, like everything inside him was 
so big, too big. 

Hawk turned him, mouth sliding over his shaft, 

cleaning him and sucking gently. He cried out, hands 
reaching blindly and wrapping around Hawk's hips. Oh. 
He could. He did, leaning forward to lick at Hawk's 
cock. 

"Mmm... Pet." Hawk moaned, hips sliding toward 

him, hands sliding down his thighs. 

He shivered and shook, feeling so sexy with his cock 

at Hawk's mouth and Hawk's at his mouth. He wrapped 
his lips around the tip and sucked gently, moaning at the 
taste and heat in his mouth. 

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Hawk hummed around him, lips and tongue sliding 

and slipping around the tip of his shaft. Big hands slid 
between his thighs, cupping his balls. Whimpering, 
shaking with how good it was, he tried to copy Hawk, 
fingers finding Hawk's balls and playing with them. 

"Pet... it feels good." Hawk's fingers moved behind 

his balls, teasing and stroking, so gently. 

Moaning, Jester again copied Hawk's movements, 

gasping at how hot Hawk's skin was behind his balls, 
and how soft. Hawk parted for him, let him in. Oh. So 
hot. So amazing. He sucked harder on Hawk's cock, 
fingers stroking. Oh, this was so fun -- sucking and 
licking and rocking together. Together. Hawk's sounds 
mingled with his, Hawk's flavor was in his mouth. His 
own hips started moving quicker and quicker, his cries 
muffled around Hawk's cock. Hawk pulled harder, 
faster, one finger pressing against the hidden ring of 
muscles between his cheeks. 

Jester jerked and screamed, coming into Hawk's 

mouth. Hawk swallowed him down, mouth hot and wet 
against him, finger stroking him. He shivered and shook, 
ripples moving through him. 

Whimpering, he started sucking at Hawk's cock 

again, fingers trembling as he stroked back toward 
Hawk's buttocks. Hawk started licking again, sucking so 
gently, warm and relaxed beside him. Jester stroked that 
little secret place, amazed at how hot it was. Hawk 
spread his legs a little, the man's tongue sliding back 
behind his balls. He squeaked and sucked harder. Hawk 
was going to make him come again! And he hadn't even 
made Hawk come once yet! 

He felt Hawk's cry vibrating him deep inside. "Soon. 

Pet. Soon." 

Oh, yes, please, Hawk, let me bring you pleasure. 

Jester stroked at the wrinkled skin around Hawk's 

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entrance, remembering how it had made him fly, and 
kept sucking. Hawk cried out again, the sound ringing 
through him, salty seed splashing on his tongue. It 
surprised him, though it had happened before and he 
couldn't swallow it all as Hawk had done for him, but he 
did his best and he proudly licked Hawk's cock clean. 
He'd made this beautiful, sexy, confident man come. 
Him. 

"Oh, Pet. You make me fly." Hawk was humming, 

hands petting him. 

He hugged Hawk tight and then moaned as his lover's 

cock slid against his neck. He turned himself and threw 
his arms around Hawk's neck. "You make me feel so 
sexy." 

Hawk’s eyes twinkled down at him. "You are sexy, 

Pet." 

He giggled, pressing close, loving the way they felt 

skin against skin. 

Hawk drew him closer, loving on him. "I'm so glad 

you're here, Jester. I missed you all week." 

Jester nodded. "I know. I've never had a week take so 

long. For the first time I wanted work to be over so I 
could come be with you." 

Hawk gave him a soft, long kiss. "Thank you." 
"I should be thanking you. You're giving me so 

much." 

"Nothing more than what you deserve, Pet." 
"Why me?" He was just... him. 
"Because you shine. Because my heart wanted you." 
"Oh." What could he say to that? He pushed against 

Hawk, holding on tight. 

Hawk wrapped around him, snuggling in. "Shall we 

rest before our supper, Pet?" 

"Whatever you want, Hawk." He nuzzled against 

Hawk, feeling safe and warm and cared for, loved even. 

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He could get used to this. 

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Hawk and Jester Get Ready for Dinner 

Hawk stepped into the bathroom where Jester was 

showering, a box in his hands. The outfit within was 
warm and soft, not too provocative. Something his Pet 
could wear and be comfortable in. Something lush and 
sensual. Perfect. 

"I have something for you, Pet." He had a similar 

blouse and pants in a deep red. They would be lovely 
together at supper. 

The water turned off and Jester stepped out, blinking 

away moisture. "For me?" 

Hawk set the box aside and grabbed a towel. "Yes, 

for you." 

"Oh, Hawk, look at you!" Jester's fingers slid along 

his arm. 

He preened, turning so Jester could see. "You like?" 
"You're so beautiful, Hawk." Jester colored. 
Hawk leaned down and took a soft, slow kiss. 

"Flatterer. Open your gift." 

"Just the truth," murmured Jester, smiling up at him 

and then opening the box. He'd chosen rust and copper 
for Jester, to compliment the pale skin and brown hair. 

"Oh! Oh, Hawk, it's like it's alive." Jester's fingers 

slid along the material, making the light shimmer and 
dance on it. 

"And we'll coordinate beautifully." Hawk grinned. 

"It'll make you light right up." 

"Thank you, Hawk. I was worried about how my 

clothes would look at supper tonight." 

"You'll look fabulous." He took another kiss, 

nuzzling close. "Trust me." 

"I do," murmured Jester, pressing close. "Oh, that 

feels nice against my skin, Hawk." 

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He let his hand slide down to cup Jester's ass, 

fingertips teasing the cleft. "You feel wonderful to me." 

Jester’s face went dark, but the boy didn't shrink 

away from his touch at all. Pretty brown eyes gazed up 
at him adoringly. 

"You're beautiful. My Pet." He patted Jester's cheek, 

fascinated. 

Jester nuzzled into his touch, beaming. "You're so 

good to me, Hawk." 

"Only what you deserve. Come on, get dressed. I 

want to show you off." Well, he wanted to take Jester to 
bed and make love until they were both sore and sticky, 
but showing the boy off was a close second. 

Jester ducked his head and started to get dressed. 

Hawk watched Jester dress, admiring the way his Pet 
moved, the motion of those lean muscles as Jester 
stretched and twisted. 

"It feels so good," Jester told him, turning and 

waving his arms to make the material move against his 
skin. 

"It's supposed to." Hawk reached out to pull Jester 

close, rubbing them both together. "You look beautiful, 
Pet. Are you excited about our evening?" 

Jester nodded emphatically. "Everything we do 

together is exciting, Hawk." 

"Our dinner companions are good men. You'll have a 

lot in common with Connor." He took up a hairbrush 
and handed it to Jester. "Brush my hair before we go? 
Connor has only lived here a few weeks. He's learning 
many things with Des." 

Jester waited until Hawk had seated himself before 

he began to brush Hawk's hair, working carefully, eyes 
alight. "What kind of things, Hawk?" 

"Desmond is Connor's top. Connor is learning to 

please Des, to accept his will." 

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Jester tilted his head, the brush slowing. "What does 

that mean, Hawk, 'to accept his will'?" 

"Desmond is a dominant; he finds sexual gratification 

from being obeyed. Connor is a sub. Connor gets off on 
the things Des does with him." Like you get off on the 
things we do. 

"Oh." Jester was blushing a little again, focusing on 

brushing Hawk's hair. 

"Connor is only beginning to learn. Some men here 

have been training for years and years." Hawk reached 
back, stroked Jester's thigh. 

Jester leaned automatically into his touch. "Years? 

Really? Such a long time. Is there so much to learn?" 

"For some people, yes." Hawk stroked and petted 

Jester. "Some people are born to submission. Dominants 
have much more to learn." 

Jester leaned against him, the outline of Jester's 

erection clear in the soft leggings he wore. "You are a 
dominant, aren't you?" 

Hawk nodded. "I am. Does that bother you?" 
Jester was quiet a moment, considering. "No. Should 

it?" 

"I don't think so." Hawk leaned toward Jester, 

pushing carefully. "Does it bother you that you are a 
submissive?" 

Jester blinked, blushing again but holding his gaze. 

"Is that what I am? Is that why I feel the way I do?" 

"It is what you are, Pet. Tell me how you feel." He 

drew Jester into his lap, hand on Jester’s flat stomach. 

Jester curled up against him, moving naturally into 

his touch. "You make me shiver. It feels so good when 
you touch me." Those pretty eyes turned up to him. "I 
want to please you." 

"You do please me, Pet. So eager, so dear." Hawk 

leaned down for a soft kiss, parting Jester's lips with his 

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tongue. Jester's mouth opened to him, tongue meeting 
his softly and then retreating, letting him into the sweet 
mouth. 

When the kiss was over Jester was flushed, breath 

short. "I cannot believe we have only known each other 
little more than a week." 

"I know. You have become so important to my life so 

quickly." He brushed Jester's bottom lip with his thumb. 
Jester's tongue came out to slide against his thumb. He 
chuckled, prick leaping. "Careful, Pet, or you will make 
us late for our meal." 

"Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." 
"Didn't mean to make me want you?" He cupped 

Jester's ass again, nuzzling. "But you do. Always." 

"I meant. I. Late. Oh, that feels nice, Hawk." 
"You smell good, Pet. Make me hungry." He wanted 

to drape Jester over his knee, slide his fingers deep, 
make his Pet sob with pleasure. Jester shivered and 
melted against him. He brought their lips together again 
and again, tongue lapping at his Pet's sweet mouth. 
Jester's arms slid around his neck, his sweet Pet pushing 
into him, rubbing against him now. His hungry Pet, so 
willing, such need. 

Hawk growled softly, pulling Jester closer. Jester 

responded so eagerly, soaking up each touch, each 
sound he made, feeding them back to him. He reached 
down, freeing their cocks and holding them together. 
"So we don't mess our clothes." 

Jester giggled, the sound half soft gasps and moans, 

his sweet Pet pushing into his hand. 

"We can't go eat with our friends, hard and needing, 

stains on our clothes." He laughed into Jester's lips, 
licking and tugging, driving their passion. 

Jester moaned, giggles fading completely as his 

sweet brown eyes grew dark with passion. "Hawk..." 

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"Yes, pretty Pet?" Hawk kept stroking, moved them 

together faster, harder. 

"Oh, Hawk!" Jester's hips pushed and pushed and 

then his sweet Pet cried out, heat splashing over his 
hand. 

His pleasure came soon after, fuelled by the heat and 

scent of Jester, close and warm. "Pet..." 

Jester nuzzled against his neck, making a soft, happy 

noise. "Oh, Hawk. You make me feel so good." 

"Mmm... That's my job. Sweet Jester." Hawk relaxed, 

reached out for a cloth to clean them both. 

Jester gazed up at him, looking relaxed and happy, 

the sadness that haunted his sweet Pet's eyes almost 
gone. 

"Come, let's go eat and meet Des and Connor and 

then go dancing." Hawk would do almost anything to 
keep that pleasure in those eyes. 

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Jester and Hawk Enjoy Dinner with Desmond and
Connor 

Jester was nervous. He couldn't help it. This was a 

fancy place and even if he did have fancy clothes, he 
wasn't a fancy kind of guy, and he was worried about 
using the wrong utensil or doing something stupid and 
embarrassing Hawk. 

He knew Hawk didn't want him to worry, but he 

wasn't sophisticated like Hawk. 

Mmmm, Hawk. Jester squeezed the man's warm hand 

in his as the lift doors opened onto the main floor. 
Despite his fretting, he was looking forward to meeting 
Hawk's friends, and he had to admit he was curious 
about this whole dominant/submissive thing. 

Hawk hugged him with one arm. "Relax, Pet. You'll 

be fine. Trust me." 

Jester smiled up into the dark eyes. "I do, Hawk." 
He got a long kiss, and then Hawk led him out into 

the main room, the people flashy and sparkling. 

Oh, it was exciting and marvelous to see, and Jester 

was very happy he was seeing it with Hawk at his side. 
Knowing Hawk was at home here and that Hawk had his 
hand and wouldn't let him go made it easy to enjoy the 
spectacle of all the people and the dancing and the... 
odder things he saw. 

They walked to a mirrored bar, Hawk ordering them 

both some of the violet drink they'd shared their first 
evening together. Jester sipped it, happy to have 
something to do. 

People came up and greeted Hawk, said hello to him, 

shaking his hand and smiling at him. "You're very 
popular," Jester noted in a lull. "Everybody likes you." 

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"I've been here for many years and have worked with 

many of these people." Hawk smiled down at him. "In a 
few weeks, everyone will like you, too." 

Jester blushed, feeling wonderful inside. Hawk 

expected him to be around in a few weeks. 

Hawk's fingers brushed along his cheek, petting him. 

"So pretty." 

He nuzzled into Hawk's touch. "Thank you, Hawk." 
"Well I can see why you've been hiding away, 

Hawk." 

Hawk grinned over at a tall man with a wicked smile. 

"Des. Good evening. This is Jester. Jester? Desmond." 

Desmond shook Jester's hand. "It's nice to meet you, 

Jester. This is my Connor." 

Jester shook Connor's hand, too. "Hi," he said softly. 
Connor smiled at him, eyes twinkling and happy. "Hi, 

Jes. My Sionadh said you work with Hawk. I used to 
work on the Docks." 

"Really? You don't work there anymore?" 
Hawk had said he and Connor had a lot in common. 

At the time he'd thought Hawk had meant the... 
submissive thing. 

"No. I... I live with Desmond. I belong with him." 
Jester looked to Desmond and then Hawk, confused. 
Hawk gave him a smile. "Relax, Pet. Connor's 

Desmond's sub, full-time. They're a pair." 

"Oh, wow. Nice." A pair. It really did sound nice. 
Jester didn't know what else to say, still feeling 

somewhat out of place, despite Hawk 's being right next 
to him and nobody staring at him like he didn't belong or 
anything. 

Connor nodded, smiling at him. "I'm lucky." 
"How did you meet?" he asked after taking another 

sip of his drink. 

"I came here for a party. Desmond found me." 

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"Like fate." Jester smiled. Kind of like him and 

Hawk, the way they'd met when he was promoted to the 
line. Well, he supposed that was Buildacorp rather than 
fate. 

"Yes. Like fate." Connor blushed, but his grin 

widened, Connor's eyes sliding over to Desmond. 

Desmond's smile was equally as wide, eyes hot as he 

looked at Connor. It was like there was electricity 
between them. It made Jester shiver. 

Hawk's hand slid up along his spine, an electric shock 

sliding over his skin. He shivered again, eyes turning 
immediately to Hawk's, mouth opening on a soft gasp. 
He got a warm smile, a soft kiss. He ducked his head, 
blushing hard. 

Des chuckled, the sound so different from Hawk’s 

laughter, unfamiliar. "Don't be shy, Jester. A simple kiss 
is the least of what you might find here on any given 
evening." 

Hawk stroked Jester's hair. "There's no reason to hide 

here." 

Except that he was not used to doing such things in 

public. Well. As of a week ago, he wasn't used to doing 
such things at all. Connor was still blushing, though, not 
watching, so Jester thought maybe it wasn't completely 
weird that he was hiding his face. 

One of the waitstaff came and told Des that his table 

was ready. 

"Thank you. Shall we?" Des had one hand on 

Connor's elbow, the other motioning for Jester and 
Hawk to go ahead. 

Hawk's hand rested on the small of his back, leading 

him through the room. It was so good, knowing Hawk 
wanted everyone to see they were together, a couple. 

He was happy to find they were sitting near the back, 

kind of private, but they could still see everything. 

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Which he liked, because there was a lot to see. He sat 
between Connor and Hawk, watching the people eating 
and laughing and talking. There was a naked silver-
haired man with a bright red butt kneeling, head bowed, 
beside a younger man. There was a slender, almost 
girlish boy in another man's lap, laughing and eating 
bites like a little bird. 

So many strange but fascinating things. Jester 

thought he could sit and watch all night. 

"Do you and your boy want anything specific, Hawk, 

or should I order for all us?" Des asked. 

"Order away, my friend." Hawk gave Jester a wink 

and another quick hug. "Desmond has a great love of 
food. Eating with him is always entertaining, yes, 
Connor?" 

Connor turned bright red, nodding. "Yes." 
Desmond chuckled. "We'll have four different 

entrees. That way we can share, hmm?" 

Connor leaned toward Jester. "Do you like salmon? 

That's one of my favorites." 

"That's fish, isn't it?" Jester shook his head. "I don't 

like fish, it's very... fishy." 

"Oh, yeah? I like almost everything, food-wise. So 

much better than nutribars." 

"You might like the fish they prepare here, Jester. 

The chef only uses the freshest ingredients." Desmond 
smiled at him and then conferred quietly with the waiter. 

Hawk's hand stroked Jester's back, the material of his 

shirt thin enough that he could feel every bit of the 
touch. He smiled up at Hawk, reaching out under the 
cover of the table and touching Hawk's thigh. It made 
him feel better, knowing Hawk was there, right there 
with him. 

"Are you having fun?" Hawk leaned over Jester, dark 

hair almost curtaining them. 

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He nodded. "I like being with you and everything's so 

interesting." 

Hawk kissed him again, making his head spin and 

stealing his breath. His hand squeezed Hawk's leg and 
he began to melt against Hawk's heat. It was Desmond's 
chuckle that made him pull away, face flushed. 

"You're right, Hawk, he's quite a sensualist." 
Hawk had spoken of him? That made him blush 

harder, but it also made him feel good. 

"He's lovely." Hawk nuzzled his cheek, lips warm 

and soft. "I hear you have a ceremony coming up soon, 
Des?"" 

Des beamed. "Good news travels fast. Connor has 

agreed to wear my collar." 

"Collar?" Jester asked, looking from Des to Connor. 
Connor nodded, looking proud and pleased, fingers 

touching his thick neck. "Everybody will know I'm his." 

Jester's eyes widened. "His?" 
"Yes. Mine." Desmond's expression matched 

Connor's and two of Desmond's fingers joined Connor's, 
bringing attention to a dark mark on Connor's neck. 

Oh, that was a hickey. 
Connor shivered, chin lifting to let Desmond's hand 

slide on the dark mark. Hawk hummed softly, thumb 
drawing a circle on Jester's skin. "Congratulations, my 
friends." 

Jester thought about it, thought about how nice it was 

to have Hawk's arm on his back while they walked to 
their table, so everyone knew he was with Hawk. He 
smiled. "Yes, congratulations. But how will they know 
just from seeing the collar? Does it have your name on 
it?" he asked Des. 

Connor looked at Des, eyes curious, making Hawk 

chuckle softly. 

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"It's like a wedding band. It says that you belong to 

someone. That you've made a commitment and he to 
you." Des smiled gently at Connor. "Besides, you'll be 
with me, so they won't be able to misunderstand who 
goes with the collar. Isn't that so, Hawk?" 

Hawk stroked Jester’s nape with one finger. "Yes. 

There is no doubt who belongs with who." 

Jester blushed. He buried his face against Hawk's 

wide chest. He wanted to belong here. Wanted to belong 
to Hawk. 

Hawk petted him, held him close and hummed. "No 

doubt at all, yes, Desmond?" 

"Not for a moment." Desmond sounded so very sure. 

Just like Hawk. Jester thought maybe it was part... part 
of being a dominant. 

Hawk and Desmond started talking, voices low and 

easy, chatting about friends and plans and normal things. 
All the while, Hawk kept stroking him, loving on him. 
Jester held onto Hawk's leg and enjoyed the touches, not 
really minding who saw -- it felt too good to really care. 
He caught Connor's eye and smiled shyly, thinking that 
Connor was a very lucky man. Connor smiled back, 
eyes crinkling up and shining, looking so happy. 

The food came and it all smelled and looked so good. 

Even Connor's salmon. 

Jester noticed that Connor put a napkin in his lap, but 

didn't reach for his utensils like Hawk and Des did. 
Uncertain, he reached tentatively for his fork. 

Hawk gave him a smile and a nod, their legs rubbing 

together. "It's okay, Pet. You're okay. Don't worry about 
Connor." 

Jester picked up his fork, and reached for a bite of his 

meat. He thought he remembered Desmond saying it 
was lamb. Oh, it was good. Not so good that he didn't 
notice Desmond help himself first to a bite from his own 

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plate and then Connor's. Then Desmond fed a bite of 
each to Connor. Connor made a soft happy sound at the 
taste of the salmon, eyes half-closed, focused on 
Desmond alone. 

Jester's fork stopped halfway to his mouth as he 

watched. Wow. That was... really sexy. 

Hawk's fingers wrapped around his, bringing the bite 

to his mouth. "Aren't they lovely together? Desmond 
waited for a long, long time to find Connor." 

"It looks like it was worth the wait," Jester said 

softly. Watching them made his belly flutter and his 
cock get hard. 

"It is, when you find the one you were looking for." 

Hawk was whispering in Jester's ear, making his heat 
blossom inside him. 

He turned to Hawk. "What if you don't even know 

you're looking?" 

"So long as we found each other, Pet, what difference 

does it make?" Hawk's eyes were so dark, so sure. 

Jester watched Hawk's eyes as he leaned in, closing 

the space between their lips. The kiss was special, slow 
and sweet and hot and everything the vids said a kiss 
could be. He melted against Hawk again, everything else 
fading. Hawk kissed and tasted and touched him, hands 
hot and sure on his soft clothes. Jester moaned, fork 
dropping to the table as he wrapped his hands in Hawk's 
shirt, clinging while the kiss deepened. The sounds and 
lights seemed to fade until the only thing he knew was 
Hawk, right there, touching him. 

Hawk made him feel so good, made him need so 

much. Hawk sent him flying and he didn't come back to 
earth until the kiss eased, Hawk smiling at him. He was 
breathless, panting and dizzy and blinking up into the 
dark eyes. His lips curved slowly upward. 

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"Let's eat before it gets cold, yeah?" Hawk leaned 

back, smiling over at Desmond. "Are you all planning 
on dancing tonight?" 

"If Piotr finds something slow for us to dance to." 

Desmond fed another mouthful to Connor. 

Hawk took a bite of his steak. "Desmond's not the 

world's fondest of dancing." 

"No? Me and my brothers and sisters dance to the 

radio all the time. I like the way the beat makes me 
feel." Jester went back to his own meal, having another 
bite of lamb with some of the rice this time. Everything 
was so good here. He was going to get spoiled. 

"Then we'll have to go dancing. I'd love to see you 

move." 

Jester blushed and wriggled a little in his seat. Hawk 

always said such nice things. "Do you like dancing?" he 
asked. 

Hawk nodded. "I do. It's a great way to relax and 

move together." 

Jester smiled over at Hawk and took one of the 

orange tubers from his plate, exclaiming at the flavor. 
Tubers were healthy, but they rarely tasted like much. 
This one, however, was really good. It had a sweetness 
to it that surprised him. He took one of the yellow roots, 
eyes wide as it also proved to be flavorful. "How do they 
do that?" 

Connor looked over at him. "I feel the same way. I 

mean, years of the caf food at the docks and now this?" 

"I never knew food could taste like this. I don't know 

how I'm going to eat ground meat and beans on 
Monday. It's going to taste like paste and sawdust." 

"Well, you can always come have supper with me, 

here, Pet." 

Jester giggled softly. "I'd be here every night then, 

Hawk." 

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Hawk nodded. "Yes, Pet. I know." 
"Oh." Oh, wouldn't that be lovely? To spend every 

evening with Hawk... Jester bent his head. It was so 
tempting, but what about his family? His mother worked 
evening shifts most weeks and it was his responsibility 
to make sure the younger kids got fed and bathed and 
sent to bed. 

"I would make a home for you here, Pet. We could 

make a home together." 

Jester's eyes flashed up to Hawk's. "What?" Hawk 

wanted him to live here? He knew that Hawk liked him 
a lot and wanted to spend time with him, but to ask him 
to come live here was a whole lot. If that was what 
Hawk had meant. 

Hawk leaned down and kissed his forehead. "There is 

no reason to worry, Jester. The offer is open when you 
are interested in taking it." 

When he was interested in taking it? Oh, that was 

now. But he couldn't. His family needed him. He 
beamed up at Hawk, blinking back tears. By the time 
they didn't need him anymore Hawk would have moved 
on. "Thank you, Hawk." 

"Finish eating, Pet. This is supposed to be a fun 

evening, not upsetting." Hawk gave him a warm smile 
and handed him his fork again. 

Jester nodded and went back to eating. He wished his 

face wasn't so expressive. He didn't want Hawk to know 
he was upset, not when Hawk was being so nice and so 
kind and so wonderful to him. And he wasn't upset at 
Hawk, he was upset at the situation. 

He knew he was being very selfish, wishing he didn't 

have to help his family. At least he was getting to spend 
time with Hawk and eat all this wonderful stuff and have 
these amazing experiences. They were stuck at home 
with paste board and sawdust for supper. 

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Hawk's hand found his back again, rubbing gently, 

making him relax. He kept eating, leaning into Hawk a 
little bit and feeling a little embarrassed at having 
reacted like that in front of other people. 

They finished their meal, Connor pressing close 

against Desmond, skin flushed, eyes bright. Maybe no 
one had even noticed. 

"I hope you've left room for dessert. Moffat's made 

crème brulee today. It's exquisite." Desmond smiled 
over at Jester. 

He smiled back. He didn't have a clue what crème 

brulee was, but he bet it tasted great. 

"Is it as nice as ice cream, Sionadh?" Connor's voice 

was husky, low. 

"It is quite different from ice cream. Good, in a 

different way." Desmond looked down into Connor's 
eyes. It felt good watching them, seeing how much they 
cared for each other and liked being together. 

Hawk leaned down and whispered, "It's good to see 

Desmond in love, happy." 

"They both look so happy," Jester murmured. 
"They do. They are." 
The dessert came then, looking elegant on the plates. 

Jester's mouth watered. Sugar candy was what he was 
used to for dessert, not chocolate cakes and ice cream 
and crème whatever it was. 

Hawk cut off a little bite of dessert and held it to his 

mouth. Jester opened up and took the bite in, murmuring 
around the food. It was sweet and caramel-y and also a 
little tiny bit bitter. It tasted as wonderful as it looked. 

Desmond winked at him. "Another fan." 
Connor gave him a friendly grin, quiet and peaceful. 

"Do you like to swim, Jester?" 

"I don't know how." 

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"No? You'll have to come and learn, if Hawk doesn't 

mind. It's so much fun. And clean. And the water feels 
so good." 

"It sounds interesting. Do you swim, too, Desmond? 

And Hawk?" 

Hawk nodded. "I do. I like to go in the evenings after 

work to relax." 

"I like it as well, though I prefer sitting back in the 

hottub and watching Connor swim." Desmond winked 
and added, "Naked." 

Jester giggled, color flooding his cheeks. 
Connor turned a dark rose, but didn't lose his smile. 

"You should come down and try sometime. It's great." 
Desmond got a quick, playful wink. "Even with 
swimming trunks." 

Desmond leaned down to give Connor a long kiss. 
Jester felt color rush to his cheeks as he realized he 

was watching them and looked down at his dessert, 
wondering where his spoon had gotten to. 

"It's okay to enjoy them, Pet. They're beautiful and 

hungry for each other. Desmond loves knowing that 
Connor wants him so much that he can kiss him, touch 
him in public and Connor won't pull away." 

Jester bit his lip and then leaned close and whispered. 

"Is it still okay if it makes me... if watching them 
makes..." 

Hawk smiled at him, nodded, one hand on his thigh. 

"It's okay to be hard, to be excited. They're arousing." 

"Does it... are you hard, too?" he asked, trying to 

catch his breath as the weight of Hawk's hand on him 
made him even harder. 

"Feel for yourself." 
His eyes widened and he gasped a little, but he slid 

his hand into Hawk's lap. He kept his eyes on Hawk, 
moaning as his hand found the hard heat waiting for 

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him. He rubbed Hawk's cock a little, feeling bold and 
brave and very turned on. 

Hawk's eyes got darker, flashing a little, tongue 

sliding out to lick those warm lips. "Yes." 

"More?" he asked, not waiting for an answer. He 

rubbed the heel of his hand against Hawk's hardness, 
watching the brown eyes intently. 

Hawk moaned for him, eyes shining and close as 

their lips met again. 

A part of him couldn't believe he was doing this, 

kissing and feeling his lover in public, but most of him 
didn't care. Hawk's hair fell around him, Hawk pulling 
him in closer with a soft hum. He whimpered into 
Hawk's hot mouth, hand wrapping around the amazing 
heat of Hawk's cock. The material of Hawk's pants was 
soft, but not as soft as he knew this skin on Hawk's cock 
was. 

Hawk was shifting, thrusting into his touch and 

taking his mouth, tongue spreading his lips wide. Oh, 
they were fucking. Right here in the restaurant with all 
its people. Jester didn't care. He didn't care about 
anything but the taste of Hawk in his mouth and the heat 
that worked against his hand. He wrapped his free hand 
in Hawk's shirt, holding on tight. Hawk tugged him 
close, settled him on those strong thighs, bringing them 
together. He cried out, rolling himself against the strong 
thighs, hand working harder, totally lost in the flavor 
and scent and feeling of Hawk. 

Hawk wanted him, too, kept squeezing and rocking 

and kissing and needing. So good. Jester tried to think of 
how the pants Hawk wore did up and finally 
remembered there was a tie. He dug in, finding it and 
loosening it awkwardly. 

Hawk's fingers squeezed him, a low gasp pushing 

into his mouth. "Pet." 

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"Oh!" Jester moaned, his fingers sliding around 

Hawk's heat. "Is this okay?" he whispered, beginning to 
shake. 

"Yes, Pet. We're in the corner. No one cares." 
Moaning, Jester pushed back into Hawk's mouth, 

tongue sliding into that welcoming heat. His hand 
moved on Hawk's cock. Oh, it was so hot, felt so good. 
Hawk's prick was wet, hot drops leaking down onto his 
fingers, making them slick. He whimpered, hand 
moving easily on Hawk's hot flesh now that everything 
was wet. Hawk groaned and jerked, heat splashing over 
his fingers, the kiss growing wild and fierce for a long 
moment. 

Oh. Oh, he'd done that. This. He'd made Hawk hard 

and made him come and made Hawk kiss him like he 
was never ever going to stop. His cry was swallowed by 
Hawk's mouth as he came too, filling the inside of his 
pants. Hawk held him, stroking him as the aftershocks 
faded, their breathing slowing. 

He buried his face in Hawk's chest, letting Hawk’s 

long hair shield him from having to look at anyone. Oh, 
they had done this. In the dining room. With all these 
people. And Desmond and Connor sitting at their table. 
And. Hawk had said no one would care. He certainly 
hoped Hawk was right. 

Hawk chuckled, nodding at something Desmond 

said. "He makes me happy. I think we'll probably retire 
for the night, though. New passion, you know?" 

"Yes, indeed, I do. I doubt we'll be very far behind 

you." Desmond didn't sound at all like he was upset. 

Jester peeked out, smiling shyly. He wondered if he 

could keep his napkin. 

Connor was curled into Desmond's side, lips parted 

and swollen, eyes seeing nothing but Desmond, hair 
damp and curling. 

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"We'll get together soon." Hawk stood, holding Jester 

close. "Come, Pet. Let's go home." 

"Okay." He waved at Connor and Desmond. "It was 

nice to meet you." 

Connor nodded, humming as Desmond stroked his 

face. 

Jester turned back to Hawk, awkwardly pointing in 

the general direction of his groin. "I made a mess," he 
said softly. 

"Must be time to go snuggle in the hot tub." Hawk 

led him toward the lifts. 

He kept his hands in front of him, half turned into 

Hawk. "I don't have a suit, Hawk." 

"We'll get a private room for the evening, Pet." His 

ass was patted. "Trust me." 

Jester wriggled against Hawk, hardly even noticing 

the people around them. "You say that a lot." 

"I mean it a lot." Hawk winked at him, giving him a 

warm, happy grin. 

He wrapped his arms around Hawk's middle. "Can I 

have another kiss?" he asked, feeling good, feeling 
drunk on it. 

"Always." Those lips pressed against his own, tongue 

parting them. Moaning, Jester opened wide for Hawk, 
pressing against the long body. 

The lift moved, sinking, Hawk taking him 

somewhere new, showing him something new. 

Again. 

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Jester Goes Home 

Jester sat curled in the private transport, watching the 

city go by. He was floating, really. He knew he needed 
to get back to reality, but he wanted to stay in the 
fantasy a little longer. 

It had been such a good weekend, making love with 

Hawk, meeting some of Hawk's friends, making love 
some more and then some more. They'd sucked and 
rubbed and tugged and oh, it all felt so good. He knew 
there was a lot more Hawk wanted to show him, though 
he only had a vague idea what some of it might be. He 
trusted Hawk, though. 

And his boundaries were expanding. Why, look at 

what he'd done with Hawk in the dining hall! Becoming 
horny from watching Connor and Desmond eat and then 
making love in front of everyone. It felt illicit, which 
had made it better somehow. Even now, remembering 
made shivers go down his spine and his cock start to fill. 
If he'd had more time he might have touched himself as 
he remembered, but the transport stopped in front of the 
small apartment complex he lived in with his family. He 
thanked the driver and let himself out, his overnight bag 
clutched in his hand. 

He walked slowly up to the second floor apartments, 

not really wanting to be here. It was so nice with Hawk. 
So quiet and clean and soft. He liked being pampered 
and cared for as if he were the most important person in 
the whole universe. And Hawk was so beautiful; 
thinking about him made Jester feel all squishy inside. 

He let himself in, blinking at the light -- he hadn't 

expected anyone to be up. 

"Well, thank the stars you aren't dead! I was going to 

call security soon." It was his mother, and she didn't 

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look very happy. There was a glass of amber liquid in 
her hand. 

Jester swallowed. "I told you I was spending the 

weekend with Hawk." 

"You mean you left a note and I certainly expected 

you to return at some point during the day, not this late 
at night! You've got to be at work in five hours." 

"I'll be okay, Mamm." 
"Well I had to deal with the kids all by myself." 

Jester could see that she hadn't picked up at all. The 
place was a terrible mess. 

"Sasha's old enough to look out for the younger ones. 

And Petey, too." All you had to do was ask and they 
were more than happy to help out around the house. In 
fact, the little ones liked having chores -- it made them 
proud that they could help. 

Mamm sniffed. "They aren't you. You're the only one 

everyone listens to." 

Jester sighed, his previous joy and happiness fading. 

"I'm sorry, Mamm, but I deserve my own life, too. I do a 
whole lot during the week and I work hard and give you 
all the money." It was funny, having the argument with 
his mother, with him taking Hawk's words for his own 
when earlier he'd been arguing her side. 

She took a long drink. "You mean this is going to be 

a regular thing?" 

"Yes. I'm going to be there every weekend." Hawk 

had said he could. Hawk wanted to be with him for him, 
not because he was good with the kids or cleaned the 
bathroom well. 

"What about your family? You're going to abandon 

us?" Oh, she could always make him feel so guilty when 
she tried. 

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"I'm here every weekday." Jester tried to stay calm so 

he didn't give in to the guilt. He wouldn't give up being 
with Hawk, he wouldn't. 

"And what are you wearing? How much did that cost 

you? A month's salary, I'll bet." 

"Hawk gave it to me." 
"He gave it to you? Why? What did you have to do 

for it?" Mamm sneered at him, her meaning clear. 

"Nothing! He just gave it to me." 
"Are you sleeping with him? Is that it? Selling 

yourself for stuff?" She made it sound so sordid. 

"It isn't like that!" It wasn't. He wasn't sleeping with 

Hawk to get stuff. He'd want to be with Hawk even if 
the man was poorer than he was himself. 

"Well, if he's giving you stuff so you'll sleep with 

him, then he can give you money so the rest of us can 
have nice stuff, too." 

Tears filled his eyes. "It's not like that. He cares for 

me. He loves me. He isn't... isn't paying me." 

"Whatever lets you sleep at night, Jest. But you'd 

better not be forgetting your family. You can earn stuff 
for us, too." 

Jester shook his head. "It isn't like that," he repeated, 

miserable. 

"Only an idiot sells themselves cheaply. Tell him you 

need five hundred creds a month for us." 

He gasped. "Mamm!" 
"That's your new rent, for bunking here." Her face 

got that hard look it had sometimes, when she was 
talking to bill collectors or the school for the kids. Or 
him, when he'd been bad. 

"I'm not asking him for money. He cares about me 

and I care about him. I... it isn't a transaction." 

"Then you'd better find somewhere else to live. 

You're either paying your rent or you're here every 

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weekend, doing your chores and helping with your 
brothers and sisters." 

Jester held his bag tight. "Then I guess I'm moving 

out." 

"Fine. I'll have your palmprint removed in the 

morning. Goodbye." Mamm didn't even look 
particularly upset at kicking him out. 

"Mamm... please." 
"You going to stop seeing him?" 
"No." 
"You going to ask him for five hundred creds a 

month so you can bunk here?" 

"No!" 
"Then there's the door. Don't bother packing -- I need 

your stuff for the other boys. I'm sure your lover will 
make sure you have plenty of clothes. Or maybe he likes 
you going around naked all the time. And have your 
apology ready for when he's had enough of your ass and 
kicks you out." 

Jester bit his lip and sniffed, wiping his eyes on his 

sleeves. He wanted to say 'bye' to his brothers and sisters 
and tell them he'd come by to visit, but he didn't know if 
he could, so he just left and started walking. 

He checked his pockets -- he didn't have enough for a 

transport. There was no way he'd be able to walk to 
work in time to start his shift, so he went to Palmers and 
traded in his beautiful new clothes from Hawk for 
enough for a transport ticket, then headed back to the 
Velvet Glove. Hawk had said he could come live there 
whenever he was ready. He hoped Hawk had meant it. 

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Jester Comes Home 

The door chimed twice. Hawk frowned, shaking his 

head and trying to clear it as he headed toward the door. 
He'd been dreaming about teaching Jester how to swim, 
about laughing and playing and loving his Pet. He hit 
the button to see who it was, and was stunned to see 
Jester, looking red-eyed and miserable, staring back at 
him. 

"Pet?" He palmed the door open, pulling Jester 

inside, into his arms, hands searching the thin body to 
make sure the boy wasn't hurt. 

Jester was shaking. He started crying, thin arms 

wrapping around Hawk's waist as Jester pressed close. 
"Oh, Hawk." 

"Oh, pretty love..." Hawk moved them into the sitting 

room, wrapping them together in a soft blanket on one 
couch. "What happened? What's wrong?" 

"She threw me out! She said I had to stop seeing you 

or ask for money or I couldn't stay and I had to sell the 
outfit you gave me to get a transport back and I'm sorry 
to assume you'd let me stay, but you said you would and 
she didn't even let me say goodbye to anyone or bring 
anything with me and--" Jester took a sobbing breath. 

Oh, poor sweet boy. Hawk ran his hand through 

Jester's hair. "This is your home, Jester. Of course you 
can stay. I want you to stay. We'll go buy the outfit back 
tomorrow." 

"She was so mad. She said such terrible things -- she 

said you were using me." Jester blinked up at him. "You 
aren't, are you, Hawk?" 

Bitch. Evil bitch. Hawk put Jester's hand on his heart. 

"I want to spend a lifetime with you. I want to sleep 
knowing you're happy, safe, living your life. Is that 
using you?" 

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Jester shook his head. "I told her it wasn't like that at 

all, but she wouldn't believe me. I'm sorry, it made me 
all confused and scared." Jester melted into him, face 
pressed against his chest. "I kept telling her you wanted 
me for me and she didn't believe me." 

"All that matters is what we believe, Pet." He held 

Jester close, rocking, petting. "You have a home here, 
somewhere of your own. Think, Pet. Every night 
together, every dinner together." 

Jester nodded, sniffling. "I wouldn't even hear of it 

before because I didn't want to abandon her. I guess she 
didn't really care." Jester looked up at Hawk, smiling 
tremulously. "Now I can stay here without feeling guilty 
about it." 

"Yes." Hawk leaned down and took a chaste, soft 

kiss. "We'll have such fun together, Jester." 

Jester’s smile grew. His Pet hugged him tight. 

"Thank you, Hawk." 

"Welcome home, Jester." Hawk was so happy and 

pleased that his Pet was home to stay. "We should take a 
few days off and get you settled." He winked, taking 
another kiss. "Make love for a few days." 

"Oh!" Jester gasped. "We can do that?" 
"I think we should. Spend a day resting, a day getting 

you officially enrolled here, a few days decorating and 
shopping." Hawk loved that look of excitement, of 
pleasure. 

"Decorating? Shopping?" Jester clapped. "Oh, that 

sounds like fun." His sweet Pet sobered suddenly. "I'd 
like to keep sending my paycheck to my family, Hawk. 
They need the money." 

Hawk nodded. He made enough through the plant to 

support them and his work at the Club more than 
covered their rooms and food. "You're a good man, 
Jester." 

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"No, you are Hawk, thank you." Jester hugged him 

again, face turning up for a kiss. He took Jester's lips, 
tongue sliding deep, welcoming his Pet home. Jester 
pressed against him, kissing him wholeheartedly. One of 
his Pet's hands slid into Hawk's robe, Jester's fingers 
shyly petting his skin. He moaned, encouraging Jester, 
letting his pleasure and happiness show. 

Jester opened his robe, pulling it apart and off his 

shoulders. "You're so handsome." 

"I'm all yours." Hawk started working open Jester's 

shirt, hands smoothing over the fine skin. 

Jester arched into his touch, his pet growing more 

wanton as they spent time together. "Mmm..." He 
rubbed Hawk, kisses long and lazy and heated. Jester's 
fingers slid across Hawk's nipples, the touches still shy, 
but far more sure now than they'd been. Hawk arched, 
mirroring the touch, letting Jester find a peace in their 
lovemaking, letting Jester find a home. 

Jester's sweet gasps filled the air, his Pet's hips 

pushing against him as they touched each other. He 
undressed Jester easily, wrapping them together in the 
blanket, moaning as their skin rubbed. "So sweet." 

"You make me feel good," murmured Jester, eyes 

gazing up at him adoringly, body moving eagerly. 

"I love you." He and Jester moved together, his hand 

on Jester's hip, encouraging. 

"Oh, Hawk. I think I love you, too." Jester's mouth 

found his, the kiss a little wild as his Pet writhed against 
him. They moved together; heat and passion 
overwhelmed everything else. 

"Hawk!" Jester called out his name, fingers sliding to 

dig into his skin, holding tight as heat sprayed between 
them. He groaned, pushing along slick, hot skin a few 
times before coming, hands holding Jester close. 

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Jester kissed his chest and cuddled against him. 

"Thank you, Hawk. For everything." 

"Thank you for coming home, Pet." He hugged Jester 

tight, nuzzling. "Come on. Let's go to bed. I'll message 
work and we can get some sleep." 

"That sounds so wonderful, Hawk." Jester rubbed 

against him. "I shouldn't feel guilty that I'm kinda glad 
she did it, should I?" 

"Guilt is a waste of energy. Let's be glad we're 

together, yes?" 

"I can do that." Jester threw those thin arms around 

his neck. "I am so glad we're together." 

"I am, too, Jester." He stood, lifting Jester easily. 

"Let's go to bed, pretty." 

"Anything you want." 
Hawk turned the lights off and quickly called them in 

absent from work before wrapping them both in the bed, 
curling around his Pet with a purr. Jester was soon 
asleep in his arms, breath softly brushing his skin. He 
followed Jester into dreams, continuing to touch and 
stroke, easing the tension from his Pet. Jester was home 
now. That was what mattered. 

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Jester Has A Day Off 

Jester sat up with a gasp, blinking against the sun 

shining in his eyes. Oh, he was late for work! Why 
hadn't his alarm woken him? Why hadn't... Oh. 

Oh. 
His alarm hadn't woken him because he was in 

Hawk's bed, and he didn't have to go to work today. 
Neither of them did. Smiling, he lay back down, 
snuggling into Hawk's heat. This was for always, this 
waking up together and snuggling into Hawk's soft, 
warm skin. How did he get to be so lucky? It didn't 
matter, he was going to enjoy it. 

Hawk murmured softly, one strong arm wrapping 

around him, holding him closer. That felt good, so 
wonderful to know that Hawk would reach out for him, 
hold him, even in sleep. 

Jester slid his hands over Hawk's sleep-warm skin, 

making a soft noise. That made Hawk smile, face 
pleased, still sleeping, but happy because of him. He 
loved that he could make Hawk happy so easily. Hawk 
had given him so much, made him feel so many 
wonderful things. He watched his hands, fingers tracing 
the muscles of Hawk's chest and belly. Such nice 
muscles. A soft chuckle sounded, Hawk's belly rippling. 
Jester giggled, stroking his fingers over Hawk's belly 
again. 

Hawk's dark eyes opened, shining at him as Hawk's 

fingers caught his own. "I like waking up to that noise." 

Jester laughed again, his fingers twining with Hawk's. 

"And you're ticklish!" 

"Am not." He got a wink, and then Hawk was rolling 

atop him, grinning. 

"You are, too!" Jester got his fingers away from 

Hawk's and tried to slide them in between them, but 

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Hawk was too heavy, so he settled for fluttering touches 
along Hawk's sides and up his ribs in an attempt to find 
another ticklish spot. 

Hawk leaned down, kissing him thoroughly, black 

hair falling around him like a curtain. His search got lost 
in that kiss. He fed a moan into Hawk's mouth, body 
alive and tingling beneath Hawk's. Hawk moved them 
together, cock hard alongside his. It felt so good, to have 
this so easy, loving each other, rubbing together. 

Jester slid his hands over Hawk's back, enjoying the 

long line of smooth skin and the rounded buttocks. He 
squeezed them, feeling them move, matching the glide 
of Hawk's cock with his. 

"Pretty Pet." Hawk moved faster, moaning into his 

lips. 

"Your pet, Hawk." Jester meet Hawk's movements, 

happy shivers going through him. 

"Mmm... yes. Mine." Hawk’s hands cradled him as 

their skin slapped together. The pleasure and possession 
in Hawk's voice made him shiver, made his cock jerk 
and throb. 

"Come for me, Pet. Let me feel you." 
Oh! "Yes, Hawk," he whispered as his body shook. 

He didn't think there was anything he wouldn't do for 
Hawk. 

Hawk hummed, body sliding together with his. Jester 

came, pushing up into Hawk, those brown eyes all he 
could see. He was given a long, slow kiss, "good 
morning" whispered into his mouth. He wrapped his 
arms around Hawk's shoulders, smiling into their kiss. 

Oh yes, it was a very good morning. 

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Jester Meets Kestrel 

Kestrel bounced up to Hawk's door, pleased and 

happy. Dear Hawk had stopped by today and explained 
poor little Jester's situation and asked if he could go visit 
Jester, share midday meals with the boy while Hawk did 
some errands, some shopping, some things. 

Well, of course, he could! Poor little Jester. 
Well, only sort of, because Hawk was a love and so, 

not that poor. Not really at all. 

Kes buzzed as best as he could with hands filled with 

sandwiches and crisps and two bottles of fizzy juice and 
the things Jester would need to sign. 

After a moment, the door opened and there was 

Hawk's Jester, looking shy and quiet, but also quite 
happy. "Hawk isn't here, but he'll be back later." 

"I know. I'm Kestrel, Hawk's friend. I brought 

lunch!" Kestrel smiled at the sweet thing. "I thought we 
could eat and put your palm prints on the locks and 
stuff. Hawk stopped by and spoke with me this morning. 
I'm so glad you got to come and stay. He looks so 
happy." 

"Oh. Oh, hi Kestrel." Jester gave him a shy smile. 

"I'm glad, too." He stepped back. "Come in." 

Kestrel bustled in, bringing the food to the little table. 

"Hawk said you liked meatball sandwiches, so that's 
what I brought. Moffat made them for us himself. Have 
you met him yet? He's a bit gruff, but dear." 

"No, I've only really met Desmond and Connor." 

Jester was blinking at him, looking a touch 
overwhelmed. 

"Oh, Desmond is one of Hawk's best friends and 

Connor is a good man. Sit! Eat!" Kestrel dug about in 
the cupboard for plates. "And now you've met me, and 
you'll met Mal and Zane and everyone." 

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Jester sat. "It's all so... different. Luxurious. I mean, 

here you are bringing me food, and such food!" 

"It's good food." Kestrel grinned over at Jester, hair 

falling into his face. He pushed it back. "Sharing food 
gives our hands something to do while we become 
friends." 

Jester laughed, the sound a sweet giggle. "I'd like 

that. To become friends. You're very colorful. Pretty." 

"You think so?" Kestrel tossed his rainbow colored 

hair, settling down next to Jester. Such a sweet boy. So 
shy, but adorable. Hawk chose well. "Thank you. And 
we will be friends, I can tell. Do you work with Hawk? 
Do you like it?" 

"I do. It's less boring than where I was before, but it 

isn't very fascinating, not like living here. What do you 
do?" 

"I... everything, it seems like sometimes." They 

shared a long laugh as Kestrel opened the drink bottles. 
"I am charge of making things work, of making sure 
everyone here is happy and living well. It is a wonderful 
job." 

"You work here? Oh, that does sound wonderful." 

Jester grinned and then laughed again at the taste of the 
fizzy drink. "Making people happy sounds like a good 
way to live." 

"It is! Oh, if you'd like to, you ought to apply to be 

one of my assistants when the positions open. I have 
five. Well, I trust two, now, but I have five and it's such 
interesting work, so many people, so many names." 
Kestrel ate a bite, humming at the flavor. "Hawk works 
here part-time, to pay for his room and board. He's 
brilliant and people come from all over for his talents. 
You can be very proud of him." 

Jester ate a few bites of his sandwich before putting it 

down and looking at him. "Do you think I could? Work 

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here, I mean. What would I have to do? And what does 
Hawk do?" 

"Well, I'm sure there's a job here for you." Kestrel 

tilted his head. "I'd talk to Hawk about it, see what he 
thinks you'd like, what suits. Hawk teaches, mostly. He 
carves some lovely things for people, too, but mostly he 
teaches people who want to be tops how to be." 

Jester nodded quietly, obviously thinking about what 

he'd said, eating slowly. "I'll talk to Hawk about it, see 
what he thinks about me leaving the line. He's my 
supervisor there and it's kind of nice, working together. 
I'm not toppy like Hawk." Jester blushed softly. 

"No, but two tops loving each other is..." Kestrel 

shook his head, thinking of Herc and Mal, the sharp 
edges of their secret affair. "Explosive. You and Hawk 
fit together like a hand in a glove." 

Jester's sweet blush grew deeper. "Is that why it's 

called the Velvet Glove?" 

Kestrel clapped, tickled. "Oh! How clever! I never 

thought to ask, but I'll have to!" Oh, sweet and dear and 
smart! Lucky Hawk! 

Jester grinned at him. "So what do you do for fun, 

Kestrel? When you aren't working." 

"I visit my friends and laugh and have lunch." 
"Oh. Oh, I thought I was part of the job." Jester 

beamed at him, looking very pleased. 

"Not at all." Well, maybe a little, but there was no 

reason for Jester to know that, was there? 

Jester finished his sandwich and most of his drink. 

"You should tell me about yourself, Kestrel. I want to 
know all about my new friend." 

"About me?" At Jester's nod, Kestrel flushed and 

beamed. No one ever asked. "I grew up next to Mal, 
believe it or not. We were best friends and he got the job 
as head trainer under another manager who was not me 

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and not good at making people happy. Mal told the big 
boss about me and I came in and I've been here for... 
eleven years. Can you believe it?" 

"No, I can't. You don't look old enough." 
"Oh. You're a treasure!" Kestrel leaned over and 

hugged Jester impulsively. "So, Hawk said you might be 
interested in some fun clothes and, as we're of a size, I 
thought you might want to look at some of my extras so 
that you have some yummy choices." The boy would 
look luscious in red. 

"Oh, that would be very nice of you. I can't really 

afford to buy new stuff." Jester blushed suddenly. "I 
don't know if I could wear anything as pretty as you 
have, though..." 

"Of course you can! You're lovely, Jester. Honestly. 

Come on, we'll go upstairs and play. Surprise your 
Hawk when he comes home, with the glamorous form of 
Jester." Kestrel stood, took Jester's hand, bouncing 
again. He did so enjoy playing. "You'll make him melt. I 
swear." 

Jester squeezed his hand. "Do you really think so? It 

sounds like fun." 

"I promise. Let's go play. We'll have a blast." 'Poor', 

once, but between them all, they'd make sure Jester felt 
at home. They would. 

Jester grabbed the tray and quickly collected their 

garbage and plates, taking them to the kitchen before 
joining him again, eyes alight. "Do I need anything?" 

"Let's get your palm-print set, yes? So you're not 

locked out of your own home." 

Jester giggled. "That would be embarrassing." 
"Yes. And it simply wouldn't do." Kestrel pulled out 

the pad with the information for Jester's finger and 
palm-print. "Hawk filled everything out. We need your 

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prints here, here, and here, so your membership card can 
be made up." 

"Oh, I can't possibly afford a membership, Kestrel. 

I'm just staying with Hawk." 

"Hawk's got you listed as a committed pair, as a 

partner, Jester." 

"Oh. Oh. Oh." Jester's eyes filled and he blinked. 

"Where do I put my hand?" 

"Right here." Kestrel patted Jester's arm as the palm 

print was recorded. "There. Painless." 

Jester sniffed, then hugged him quickly. "Thank you, 

Kestrel." 

"Any time, my friend. Now, come on. Let's go. You 

want to be back when Hawk comes home." 

Jester followed him eagerly out of Hawk's apartment. 

"I've never had a chance to try on pretty clothes before." 

"Plumage is one of our greatest entertainments." 

They headed for the lift, Kestrel bouncing, greeting his 
friends and acquaintances as they went. 

"Do you know everybody?" Jester asked him. 
"I try to. It's sort of my job." Kestrel gave Jester a 

wink. "Not to mention an obsession." 

Jester giggled some more. "You mean you're nosy." 
"Yes, exactly." Kestrel nodded, laughed as the lift 

doors opened, tickled again. "Although we call it 
observant in public." 

"I'll try to remember that." Jester gave him a sweet 

grin. "You live here, too, don't you? All the staff does?" 

"Yes. The staff has three floors and management -- of 

which I'm one -- has a floor to themselves. Then the 
guests, the suites, and the boss is at the top." 

"So if I get a job here, and Hawk works here, do we 

get to stay on the guest floor? I mean, wouldn't we really 
be staff then?" 

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"It's sort of complicated. Hawk was a member before 

he began working here and his rooms were always his. 
Now, if you work here, you earn your own staff rooms." 
Kes shrugged. "You could both share a much larger 
space in the staff floor, if you choose, but I know Hawk 
and Hawk likes his rooms." 

"Oh, I wouldn't want to be anywhere except with 

Hawk. It would be nice to know, though, that I was 
helping to contribute..." Jester's voice lowered a little. 
"My salary goes to my family, so if I was helping Hawk 
out with the cost of the rooms... I'd feel better about that. 
I don't want people thinking I'm leeching off him, that 
I'm only with him because he can make my life nicer." 

Oh. Kestrel hummed, completely taken by this sweet 

one. "Oh, if anyone suggests that, you tell me and I'll tell 
Mal and Mal will kick their asses." Hard. With a pointy 
stick. 

Jester giggled, smiling at him, eyes happy. There, 

that was a fine look. That smile and some silk and a 
little glitter? Hawk would just die. It was going to be 
perfectly luscious. 

Jester was nearly bouncing as much as he was by the 

time they arrived at Kestrel's rooms, the sweet boy 
getting into the spirit of things. His rooms were lovely --
full of color and light and glitter. Stunning, if he did say 
so himself. "The dressing room's this way. Jim, my lover 
-- he's beautiful and so lovely, you must meet him -- is 
moving in and I desperately need to de-clutter the 
closets. What are your favorite colors?" 

"Hawk likes me in red and... I think he called them 

jewel tones. Wow, it's really pretty in here. Bright and 
happy." Jester smiled at him. "I can't believe Jim is more 
beautiful than you or Hawk." 

"Oh, Jim is..." Kestrel's hands fluttered, heart beating 

fast. "I don't have the words. He's perfectly stunning. I 

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love him. Now. Red. I have tons of reds and blues and 
greens and purples." 

They started with the shirts -- soft and silky, fluttery. 

Some of them didn't suit, but many did, Jester's eyes 
shining. The softer the material, the more Jester seemed 
to like it. "Oh, Hawk would like touching this." 
Everything itchy or scratchy or too sequiny was set 
aside, but there were soft leggings and slacks, swim 
trunks, and pajama bottoms. 

"Wow, I can't believe all this stuff is extra, Kestrel. 

Are you sure you want to give it all up?" 

"Of course! If I need to borrow anything I'll comm 

you." Kestrel dug out a sweet pair of gauzy, see-through 
harem pants that were too young for him. "Oh, these are 
perfect!" 

Jester took them and looked at them and then him. 

"What goes on under them?" 

"Well, if you're modest, a shiny little gold g-string, 

but they're lovely all alone." Like Hawk would let the 
boy wear anything beneath them. 

Jester had gone completely red, but he was fingering 

the material, biting his lower hip. "Do you think..." 

"He'd adore it, can you imagine? He couldn't take his 

eyes off you." 

"Do you think... could you help with it? For when he 

gets home today? Make a...an Arabian nights kind of..." 
Jester shook his head and put the pants down. "Never 
mind." 

"Oh! Oh, yes! How clever. I'll order some silk 

pillows and a nice supper and we'll make up your eyes!" 
Kestrel clapped, bouncing happily. "It'll be such fun." 

Jester smiled at him. "Yeah?" Then he got a sweet 

giggle. "Cool." 

"Yeah. Pillows and good music and fun finger 

foods." Kestrel started gathering things up, then stopped. 

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"Oh! I have the perfect vest!" He rushed into the other 
room, coming back with a pretty, jeweled gold half vest. 
"You can borrow this tonight. It suits perfectly." 

Jester was blushing, but beaming, too. "Thank you." 
"You're welcome." He took a hug, grinning wide. 

"This has been so much fun." 

"It has. Thank you so much for coming to meet me. I 

didn't know anyone here." 

"Well, now you know me, and you'll have to meet 

Mal and Jim and everyone, and you'll know them, too." 
Kestrel beamed, petting Jester's soft hair. 

"That'll be nice. You'll have to find something I can 

do for you. To say thank you." 

"Invite me to another lunch soon." They shared 

another hug. "Come on. Let's go down. I'll help you get 
dressed and set up." 

"Cool." 
He and Jester piled their arms up with clothes and 

headed back to Hawk's rooms. 

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Jester Beguiles Hawk 

Jester looked around the bedroom. Hawk wasn't 

going to recognize it. Or him. There were pillows 
everywhere, gauzy material on the bedsteads. The lights 
were low and soft, sensual music played in the 
background and Kestrel had arranged for trays of finger 
food that were on a serving table next to the bed. 

Jester himself had make-up on, kohl around his eyes 

and red on his lips, Kestrel insisting it completed the 
picture. The little gold vest was beautiful and covered 
nothing. The diaphanous pants went from waist to 
ankles and covered nothing. They were completely see 
through. 

And he was unbearably hard, part nerves, part need. 
Waiting. 
The door opened and he heard Hawk call out. "Pretty 

Pet? Love? You... What is that wonderful smell?" 

"I... I'm in the bedroom." He got on the bed and tried 

to lie the way Kestrel had shown him. 

"Oh..." He looked over to see Hawk there, gasping at 

the hungry, wanting look in Hawk's dark eyes as they 
moved over his body. "You and Kes played for me..." 
Hawk said slowly. 

"Kestrel helped me. He was sure you'd like it. You 

do, don't you?" 

"Oh, Pet. Yes. I..." Hawk licked his lips, then stepped 

up, hands sliding along Jester's legs. He moaned softly, 
trembling under Hawk's touch, so pleased Hawk was 
pleased. "You're beautiful. So hard, Pet." Hawk leaned 
in, cheek rubbing his cock. 

He gasped, hand reaching to touch Hawk. "For you." 
"Mmm... yes. For me. My Pet." Hawk's hot tongue 

dragged over his balls, the material getting damp. 

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"Hawk!" Moaning, his head fell back among the 

pillows, body pushing up toward Hawk. 

"Yes." The soft licks came again and again, Hawk 

loving him. 

Jester spread his legs wide, shivers of pleasure going 

through him. 

"Do they feel good? The gauzy pants? They're fine 

on you, Pet." 

"They make me feel... sexy." 
"You are sexy. So sexy to me." Another long lick, 

another nuzzle. 

Jester moaned. "Yes. You make me feel sexy." 
"Good. Want to make you fly, Pet." One hand cupped 

his ass, rubbing, massaging. 

"You do. All the time." Jester whimpered, pushing 

into each touch, begging for more with his body. 

"Yes. All the time. Because you're home now." Hawk 

swooped in for a long, sweet kiss. Jester opened his 
mouth wide, giving Hawk everything, and Hawk took it, 
took his need and his mouth, tongue working his lips. 
His arms wrapped around Hawk's neck and he moaned 
into his lover's mouth. 

Hawk's hands opened Jester's gauzy pants, Hawk's 

fingers finding his heat and wrapping around to tug. He 
jerked, pushing up against Hawk, whimpering into 
Hawk's lips. When Hawk touched him everything else 
disappeared and it was all he knew. Low sounds pushed 
into his mouth, Hawk hungry and happy, wanting him. 
Loving him. He slid his hands around, petting Hawk's 
muscles. Hawk nipped at his lips, fingers leaving his 
cock to fumble between them. 

Just as he was going to moan in protest, the hand 

returned, bringing Hawk's heat to rub against his own. 
Crying out, he moved hard against Hawk, fingers 
fluttering over the warm skin of his lover, his tongue 

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meeting Hawk's. Flying. They were flying, the exotic 
smells of food and the beating of the music mingling 
with the slide of his ass on the pant's silken fabric. 

He called Hawk's name, body going stiff as heat 

pulsed from him. Hawk's head fell back, hips pushing 
harder, faster, until his Hawk came, too, cry sharp and 
loud. Hawk looked so beautiful when he came. Well, 
Hawk looked beautiful all the time, but when he came 
especially. 

Jester stroked Hawk's cheeks, humming happily with 

the music. 

"Mmm... sweet Pet. I think we should get you many 

of these pants..." 

Jester giggled. "They're as see through as anything. I 

might as well be wearing nothing." 

"Yes, Jester, I know." His balls were cupped, gently 

squeezed. 

His giggles turned into a soft gasp. "How many do 

you want?" 

"We'll order two or three more, one pair a touch 

heavier so you can wear that one downstairs." 

"Downstairs? You mean where people can see me?" 

Jester didn't know about that. He'd been shy about 
letting Hawk see and it had been really, really hard to let 
Kestrel help him, especially once he'd become hard. 

Hawk nodded. "Maybe one with a long tunic to give 

you some modesty." 

Jester buried his face in Hawk's neck. "Whatever you 

want, Hawk. Anything you want." 

"You're so good for me, sweet Pet." Hawk petted 

him, nuzzling him, easing him. "Tonight, though? 
Tonight is just you and me and this luscious surprise you 
arranged for me." 

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He beamed at Hawk, pressing close. "I'm so glad you 

like it. I wanted to do something special for you, for all 
the stuff you've done for me." 

"It's wonderful." Hawk gave him one kiss after 

another, slowly tasting him. 

Jester made a soft, happy noise and relaxed in Hawk's 

arms, mouth open wide, tongue sliding against Hawk's. 

"Mmm... is the food going to get cold, pretty Pet? 

Should we eat?" 

"It isn't going to get cold, but it won't be very fresh if 

we get... distracted again. We should eat." Of course, he 
was still pressing against Hawk, trying hard not to rub 
like a cat. 

"Mmm... you can feed me, let me lick your fingers 

clean." 

"Oh. Okay. Yes." Jester nodded. Kestrel had 

mentioned something about that, and it sounded even 
better now. 

Hawk slid off Jester, stripping down to skin and 

settling back on the mounds of pillows, cock half-hard 
and resting against his flat belly. 

Jester admired him for a moment, his own cock 

responding to the silk of his pants and Hawk's amazing 
beauty. "Should I... do you want me to take off my 
clothes, too?" 

"Mmm... leave your costume on, Pet. You look so 

good." 

Jester blushed, but his head went up proudly. "Thank 

you." He took one of the trays off the serving table and 
dipped fresh flatbread into one of the sauces, holding it 
up to Hawk. 

Hawk hummed, eating with careful bites, licking at 

the tips of his fingers. Jester happily chased down a 
crumb of flatbread beside Hawk's mouth with his 

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tongue, feeling bold. That got him a purr, Hawk's eyes 
shining, hot. 

He picked up one of the exotic fruits Kestrel had 

ensured him stayed with the theme and fed it to Hawk, 
the juices sliding along his wrist. 

Hawk ate, then grabbed Jester's hand, lips and tongue 

and teeth sliding over his palm and wrist, hot and good. 
Jester moaned, cock hard again; Hawk and his pants 
conspired to keep him needing. 

"Mmm... delicious." A tiny, dark mark was sucked up 

on his wrist. 

Jester was breathing hard, hand trembling as he 

picked up another bite for Hawk to eat, this one from 
flaky pastries drenched in sticky honey. 

"Smells sweet." Hawk ate the bite, sucking and 

licking at his fingers. Each tug of Hawk's lips on his 
fingers made his cock throb, and his answer was a 
whimpering moan. "Mmm... tastes good." Hawk offered 
his lips, warm and soft and covered with sweet. 

Leaning in, Jester licked delicately at Hawk's lips, 

which parted, a soft moan sounding. He slid his tongue 
into Hawk's mouth, following the sweet taste. Hawk's 
hand came around, cupping the back of his head, 
drawing him closer. 

He broke the kiss, eyes on the lovely brown of 

Hawk's. "Are you still hungry?" Jester wanted to make 
sure Hawk wasn't hungry anymore, because another kiss 
was going to make him forget all about eating. 

"For you." Hawk pulled Jester back down, Hawk's 

tongue pressing into his lips. 

Moaning, he settled down on Hawk, opening his 

mouth and letting his lover in. He rubbed against Hawk's 
naked, warm skin. It felt different, but good, with him in 
the sheer pants. Hawk's fingers moved down his back, 
fingers sliding along the cleft of his ass. He shivered, 

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pushing closer to Hawk. The touch lingered, stroking 
gently, not a tease, but something slow and sweet. 
Whimpering, he wriggled, unsure whether to push away 
from the touch or into it. 

"Does it feel good, Pet?" 
"Yes?" It did, it was... scary and big. 
"We'll go slow. I will not hurt you. Trust me." 
"I do, Hawk." He trusted Hawk with his life, with all 

of him. 

The gentle touches began again, little brushing feels 

that made Jester hard. Moaning, Jester began to rock, 
sliding his cock along Hawk's skin through the wet 
harem pants, ass sliding back against the soft brush of 
Hawk's fingertips. 

"Yes. Oh, pretty Pet. Feels so good." Hawk's words 

poured over him, making him feel so special, so sexy. 
He raised his face for a kiss, rocking harder, his cock 
leaking, making the see-through material wetter. Hawk's 
eyes were almost black, so hungry as the kiss deepened. 

Jester whimpered, rubbing harder and harder against 

Hawk. Oh, he was going to come. Hawk's tongue moved 
in time with that finger, faster and firmer. Higher and 
higher Hawk pushed him and then he was crying out, 
pushing his noises into Hawk's mouth as he came, heat 
splashing against his pants. 

"Beautiful..." Hawk arched, cock so hard against his 

belly. "My Pet." 

Jester kept rubbing, burying his face in Hawk's neck 

with a whimper. No one had ever made him feel the 
things that Hawk did. No one ever. 

One of his hands was brought down, put right on 

Hawk's prick. "Jester..." 

Wrapping his hand around Hawk's cock, Jester 

squeezed. He stroked Hawk's cock, hand moving 
quickly. He wanted to make Hawk feel as good as he 

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did. Hawk pushed low noises into his lips, one after 
another, hips rolling, pushing into his touch. He couldn't 
catch his breath, as excited by doing this, making Hawk 
need and want, as he was by his own pleasure. 

"Close, Pet. Close. Don't stop." 
Jester shook his head. He wouldn't stop. He moved 

his hand faster, stroking his thumb across the tip like 
Hawk would do to him. That made Hawk jerk up, face 
blushing as hot seed poured over his hand. 

Oh. Oh, he'd done that. He kissed Hawk hard, hand 

still moving. 

Hawk moaned through the kiss, holding him close. "'s 

good." 

Jester cuddled in close even closer. "I love you, 

Hawk." 

"Love you, Jester." Hawk nuzzled him. "So glad 

you're home." 

"Yeah, me, too." 

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Jester and Hawk Attend A Private Party 

Hawk held Jester's hand as the lift moved toward 

Desmond's floor, admiring his little love. "Did you 
enjoy the ceremony, Pet?" One day soon, he and Jester 
would stand before their friends and Jester would wear 
his collar. He knew it. 

"It was beautiful, Hawk. They looked so happy." 

Jester smiled up at him. 

"They did. They deserve to be, yes? Desmond waited 

so long to find Connor." Hawk leaned down for a kiss. 
"I'm lucky that I found you early. I hate waiting." 

Jester’s laughter filling their kiss. He held Jester, 

laughing together as they stepped out of the lift, meeting 
Malachi and Kestrel. His sweet Pet smiled shyly at Mal 
and Kes, hand not growing tighter. Jester was growing 
more at ease here at the club. 

Kestrel beamed at Jester. For whatever reason, 

Kestrel adored Jester and the two often spent time 
together, chatting and laughing, Kestrel enjoying his 
Pet's company. "Wasn't it lovely? Perfect? Connor 
looked lovely." 

Mal rolled his eyes. "You're just jealous because you 

and Jim aren't collaring each other..." 

Kestrel fluttered. "I am not jealous!" 
Jester giggled. "Maybe a little, Kestrel?" 
Kestrel blushed. "Well... maybe we could have a 

commitment ceremony. A party. I really just want a nice 
party..." 

Hawk rapped on Des' door, chuckling, so pleased his 

Pet was making friends. 

Desmond opened the door, the man glowing. "Come 

in, my friends, come in." The suite looked fabulous, 
homey and happy, Connor's touch slowly becoming 
evident as time passed, warming Desmond's hearth. 

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"Thank you for coming. Connor has a surprise for you 
this evening. His first public display." 

Jester looked up at him. "What does he mean, 

Hawk?" 

"He means Connor's going to let Desmond have his 

will, that he trusts Desmond enough to submit to him 
here, before us all." 

"Oh." Jester's hand tightened a little on Hawk's, his 

sweet Pet pushing closer. 

There was another knock at the door and Des opened 

it to let Gloucester and Katashi in, a quiet peace 
hovering around the two men. "Would you like to find a 
comfortable place to sit? To watch?" Desmond had 
arranged sofas in a circle, the lighting low, intimate, 
warm. 

"This is the strangest party I've been to," Jester told 

Hawk. 

"Is it? There's food, drink, friends..." Hawk led them 

to a soft seat, settling Jester in his lap. 

"But we're here to... watch?" 
"We're here to celebrate their bond. Part of that is 

Desmond's control and Connor's obedience." 

"Oh. Okay." Jester curled up against him, watching 

as the others chatted and settled. They all spoke quietly, 
relaxed and peaceful, the occasional chuckle sounding. 

"Connor will be out momentarily. He'll be bringing 

me a blindfold and attending me. I promised to describe 
the perversions to him, so, my dear friends, I hope you 
do not disappoint us." Desmond winked at Hawk. 

Hawk blew Des a kiss, laughing as Mal pouted, 

dramatically. "You're not going to let us play with your 
boy, Des?" 

Desmond chuckled. "He's strictly for show. I don't 

share." 

"You used to," teased Gloucester. 

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"Yes, old friend, but things change, don't they?" 
Smiling widely, Gloucester nodded, hand reaching 

for Katashi's. "Yes, they do indeed, Des." 

Katashi reached out, stroking the simple silver and 

ivory band that circled Gloucester's throat. "Indeed." 

Connor came out, wearing only his kilt, a fur lined 

blindfold in his hands that he offered to Desmond. 
"Sionadh." 

Jester tensed slightly in Hawk's arms, eyes riveted. 
"Thank you, Lyum." Desmond took the blindfold. 

"You may greet our guests before we begin." 

Connor pinked and faced everyone, nodding. "Thank 

you for coming. All of you." 

Oh, this was so hard for Connor, but he did it for his 

Top. Desmond must be so proud. Judging by Desmond's 
face he was. Bursting with it in fact. 

"Kneel for me, Lyum." 
"Yes, Sionadh." Connor sank down on his knees, 

eyes for Desmond alone. 

Desmond kissed Connor gently and then put the 

blindfold on, smoothing it gently. "There. You look 
beautiful, my Lyum. And our guests have promised to 
be entertaining." 

Connor leaned toward Desmond, stunning in 

submission. 

"Oh," gasped Jester. "So beautiful." 
"Yes," agreed Gloucester. "Your love for Desmond 

shines from you, Connor." 

Connor flushed dark, face nestling into Desmond's 

hand, lips moving, whispering. 

"Yes, my sweet Lyum." Desmond gathered a plate of 

pastries and sat on the couch, Connor at his feet, 
accepting morsels of food. 

"So who's next?" Desmond asked. "You, Hawk? Or 

you and your no nonsense man, Kestrel?" 

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Hawk nuzzled Jester's jaw, whispering low. "Would 

you wear my collar, sweet Pet?" 

Alain's soft laugh sounded, the pale face relaxed, 

happy. "Or my Sampson and me." 

"Only if I um, had one ah, too. Nothing against ah, 

the rest of um, you, but I don't um, want to ah, own 
Alain the, um, way his last ah, master did." Sampson 
ducked his head, cheeks bright. "We're um, lovers. 
Partners in ah, pleasure." 

Jester's hand went to his own throat, fingers stroking. 

Alain cuddled into Sampson's arms, their fingers twined 
together, and Hawk chuckled as Mal rolled his eyes. 

Jester glanced up at him, his Pet's hands still at his 

own slender throat. "What are you thinking, pretty 
love?" He leaned down, nuzzling Jester's fingers. 

"About what you asked me." Jester's big brown eyes 

gazed up at him. "Do you want me to?" 

"Yes. But that is a choice you would have to make, 

love. A step you would need to take." He would not 
push Jester in this. 

Jester kissed the side of his mouth before settling 

against him once more. 

"So what's new with the club, Mal?" Des winked at 

the head trainer. "Or should I ask, who?" 

Mal laughed. "Well... this floor is filled to capacity. 

Richocet is entrenched in the training hall, the head 
masseuse has the twins in hand and... I'm ashamed to 
say, I didn't arrange any of the couples here..." 

Kestrel’s lips twitched. "Are you losing your touch, 

Mal?" 

Desmond chuckled. "I understand you have arranged 

some interesting matches lately though, Mal." 

Mal leaned back and nodded. "A few, yes. with more 

to come. Minuet is settled, as is Ghost, and others will 
be." 

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Desmond chuckled. "Oh, Minuet is a beauty. A size 

queen, but a beauty nonetheless." 

Jester tugged on Hawk's shirt and whispered. "What's 

a size queen?" 

"Someone who wants to be taken with a very large 

cock or toy." Hawk stroked his hand down Jester's hip, 
fingers teasing the cleft. 

"Oh." Jester's mouth formed the word, but there was 

little sound behind it. They still hadn't made love that 
way, though his Pet's eyes were more curious than 
anything else. 

He licked Jester's ear. "Soon you'll let me in, let me 

feel you, coming as you hold me inside." 

Jester gasped, hips rolling against him. "Hawk..." 
"Yes, Pretty Pet?" 
"You make me hard," Jester whispered, eyes large. 
"No one here will mind, Pet." Hawk pulled Jester into 

his lap, showing Jester his own cock was full and hot. 
"You make me need, too." 

"I know, I just..." Jester's face buried in Hawk's neck. 

"I don't think I can be a show, Hawk." 

"Well, then, we'll sit together and cuddle and watch, 

love." He gave Jester a hug, smiling when his Pet 
relaxed. 

Sampson cleared his throat. "Alain and I um, wanted 

to ah, share a demonstration with ah, you this evening. 
Something a little um, personal for ah, us both. Our um, 
gift." 

A smattering of applause sounded, Desmond's look 

surprised and pleased. 

Alain looked perfectly at peace -- a perfect person for 

Jester to watch. 

"I imagine ah, Mal would um, tell you that my best 

ah, instrument is the um, cat 'o nine ah, tails." Sampson 
looked to Mal for confirmation. 

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Mal nodded. "You're the best I've seen since 

Desmond." 

Sampson ducked his head. "Oh. High compliment 

um, thank you ah, Mal. It isn't ah, my very um, best 
through. That would ah, be my um, hands." 

Alain smiled, a soft, sweet purr sounding through the 

room. 

Jester wriggled against Hawk at the sound, his breath 

quickening. 

Sampson stood, the boy thin and tall. "Alain, if you 

um, please." 

Alain took Sampson's hand, body eager, wanton, 

unafraid. "Yes, love." 

Desmond was murmuring softly into Connor's ear. 

He undid the blindfold. "I wouldn't want Connor to miss 
out on this generous gift." Connor blinked slowly, cheek 
coming to rest on Desmond's knee. 

Sampson kissed Alain softly and then helped him 

undress. Alain was, as always, beautiful and ethereal, 
half-hard, black hair and intricate tattoo stunning. 

Jester made a soft noise as the tattoo was revealed. 

"Oh..." 

"Mmm... Isn't it lovely?" Hawk murmured. 
Alain bound his hair in a series of shimmering bands, 

draping it over one shoulder. 

"Yes," murmured Jester, wriggling against him, 

shifting until Hawk could feel his Pet's hard cock rub 
against his thigh. 

Sampson bent nearly double to kiss Alain's belly, 

then placed Alain over the coffee table on his stomach, 
limbs spread out. The first slap of Sampson's hand on 
Alain's flesh was loud, making Jester jump. Alain 
moaned, body rippling, the air suddenly heavy, charged, 
sensual. Sampson was completely focused on Alain. 
They could have been completely alone. 

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The slaps continued, Sampson moving slowly, evenly 

coloring Alain's skin. Back, arms, thighs, buttocks, all 
became sweetly rosy red. Alain was panting, flushed, 
sweet sounds brushing the air. 

Jester was wriggling against Hawk, jumping each 

time Sampson's hand fell and then rubbing each time 
Alain made a sound. Everyone's eyes were on Alain and 
Sampson, Desmond's hands sliding over Connor's skin. 
Even Kestrel was wriggling against Mal. 

"See how he stretches, how he moves into the 

touches, how he needs?" Hawk licked at Jester's ear, 
spreading his thighs. 

Jester nodded, hand sliding to his and slowly bringing 

it to Jester’s hardness. Jester's breath caught and then a 
soft moan sounded. 

Oh. Oh, lovely. Hawk slowly rubbing Jester's heat, 

breathing, blowing into Jester's ear. Jester groaned 
softly, shivering for him. 

That was when Sampson's touches changed, slapping 

becoming deep, bruising smacks to the sensitized skin. 
Alain's sounds grew low, needy as every eye was on 
Sampson's hands, on Alain's flesh. The bruises formed a 
pattern, connecting the rest of Alain's body to the 
beautiful tattoo on his back. 

Hawk slid his hand inside Jester's slacks, rubbing his 

Pet's sweet hard cock. Jester made a soft noise, hips 
rolling with gentle motions. 

Sampson's hands gentled on Alain's skin, massaging 

now, caressing. Then, Sampson stopped, kissed the 
small of Alain's back. "I love um, you, Alain." 

"Mmm... my love." Alain's voice was hoarse, low. 

"Thank you." 

Sampson helped Alain up and then went to his knees, 

taking Alain's leaking prick into his mouth. 

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Jester cried out, cock pulsing in Hawk's hand, heat 

pouring from his Pet. Hawk swallowed his own moan, 
eyes fastened on the look of bliss on Alain's face, the 
sheer joy there. 

Sampson sucked hard, head bobbing on Alain's prick, 

hands sliding from Alain's ankles up to his hips and then 
up to his shoulders. Alain cried out, head falling back, 
throat working. Sampson's hands drifted back down, 
wrapping around Alain's hips and encouraging Alain to 
move. 

Alain's hands opened and closed, soft, honest cries 

filling the air. "Love!" 

Jester had collapsed against Hawk, nuzzling as they 

watched. 

Sampson's eyes were on Alain’s face, adoration in 

every line as he sucked his lover's cock. Alain came 
with a cry, slowly collapsing down into Sampson's arms, 
soft appreciative murmurs filling the air. Sampson 
leaned against a couch, slowly petting Alain who was 
curled in his arms. 

"Oh, my friends... " Desmond was breathless. "That 

was absolutely beautiful. Thank you for honoring us 
with yourselves." 

Sampson dipped his head. "You're ah, welcome. 

Congratulations." 

Alain beamed, but didn't speak, simply cuddled with 

Sampson. 

"What did you think, Connor?" Desmond asked. 
"You were beautiful. Thank you." Connor's eyes 

were wide, dark, hungry. 

"Yes," murmured Jester. "I've never seen anything 

so... beautiful." 

Hawk beamed at his Pet, nodding. "You glow 

together." 

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"Um, thank you." Sampson beamed at them and then 

turned his attention back to Alain, hands sliding over the 
bare, marked skin. 

The soft chatter started up again until a soft tap came 

to the door. Desmond answered it, a soft wave of 
chuckles sliding through the room as Zane and Daniel 
appeared, Daniel bound and blindfolded, a ball gag 
stretching the full lips. "Sorry we're late. My Poppet had 
some... issues." 

Jester gasped, stiffening. "Hawk?" 
"Shh... It's okay, Pet. Daniel requires a... very firm 

hand." He kissed Jester's temple. "Look at him. He's 
relaxed. Hard. Not struggling. Zane's giving him what 
he needs." 

It was true, Daniel was all but melted against Zane, 

walking with lovely grace. Zane acknowledged 
Desmond, giving him a warm smile. "Congratulations, 
my friend." 

"Thank you, Zane. I'll assume my old friend Daniel 

also wishes us his best." Desmond winked. 

Zane chuckled. "Daniel will send a formal apology 

for our tardiness tomorrow. The ceremony was lovely." 

"Well you've just missed an amazing demonstration 

by Sampson and Alain. They quite lit up the room." 
Desmond led Zane and Daniel into the room to share the 
couch with Hawk and Jester. His Pet's eyes were huge, 
watching as Zane and Daniel sat, the beautiful bottom 
curling into Zane, rubbing against the bald top. 

"Oh, that's a shame. They're beautiful together." 

Zane's hands worked Daniel's body, touching and 
stroking, constantly focused on Daniel's need. 

Jester's eyes were glued to them, his Pet fascinated. 
Mal chuckled, giving Daniel and Zane a smile. "I 

would offer you a gift of my skills, but I haven't any 

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partner... Perhaps someone would volunteer..." Jester got 
a long, teasing look. 

Hawk’s Pet gasped and colored, shook his head. 
Desmond tutted. "No scaring the sweet ones, Mal." 
Hawk stroked Jester's hair, petting. "Never, Pet. 

Mine, remember." 

Jester nodded, looking up at him. His pet obviously 

found the reassurance he was looking for, the slender 
body relaxing back against him. 

Kestrel laughed softly. "Be good, Malachi, or 

Desmond will let Jester beat you." 

The entire room broke into soft laughter, Malachi 

chuckling and winking at Jester. 

Jester giggled at the wink, no doubt the very idea of 

him beating Mal impossible to contemplate. 

"Oh, now that would be something to see," Des 

agreed. 

Kestrel reached up, mussed Mal's bleached hair. "No 

beating our big, bad dom about town... " 

Mal tackled Kestrel, laughing. "Bitch." 
"Oh, are you volunteering to be his sub for the 

evening, Kestrel?" Desmond asked. "It would be like old 
times." 

Kestrel went a deep, sweet pink, hands fluttering. 

"Oh. Oh, no. Jim would... He wouldn't understand. We... 
we have an agreement." 

"Oh, love is in the air. Well I'm sorry we won't get to 

see a display like that again, but I'm very happy for you, 
Kestrel." Desmond raised a glass toward their colorful 
Kestrel. 

A number of glasses were raised and Kestrel’s eyes 

shone. Mal cupped Kestrel's cheek, kissing his friend 
gently. 

Desmond hummed softly. "Well I don't know what 

Hercules had put in the water, but let's hope it sticks." 

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Kestrel's eyes were wet as the pretty bird curled 

against Mal, their fingers twined. 

Jester murmured happily, cuddling against Hawk. 
Katashi stood, bringing Gloucester to the front of the 

room. "We would offer our gift, Desmond." 

Gloucester's pale robe was opened, the thin body 

arranged cross-legged on a low table. Katashi stood, 
their eyes joined. "Only me. There is nothing but my 
voice and our hearts together." 

"Yes, Kata," answered Gloucester, eyes on Katashi's, 

face calm. 

Jester uncurled, sitting straighter in Hawk's lap again 

to watch. 

There was little to see, Katashi and Gloucester 

breathing in tandem, hands moving in a careful pattern, 
Katashi leading Gloucester effortlessly. The room was 
silent. Jester had begun to breathe with the pair on 
display. The air was heavy, rich with passion and 
anticipation. Gloucester began to vibrate, low humming 
harmonizing between them. 

Jester's breath caught again, hand reaching for 

Hawk's. 

"Gloucester. Love. Come for me." Katashi's voice 

was low, rich. 

Gloucester gasped softy, entire body rippling as he 

came. The scent of sex and desire colored the air. 

Katashi’s hand cupped Gloucester's jaw. "Perfect." 
"Thank you, Kata," murmured Gloucester, eyes only 

for Katashi. 

"I agree," murmured Desmond, shaking his head. 

"I'm blown away. Again. To have two such 
demonstrations offered to us tonight. We are honored." 

Katashi bowed deeply, the motion graceful, beautiful. 

Gloucester also bowed, face and body peaceful. 

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"Wow," murmured Jester. "They were both so 

amazing. I never dreamed such things." 

"Oh, sweet love, we'll learn so much together." Hawk 

turned Jester's face to his, taking a long kiss. "We're just 
beginning." 

There was a time when such words and the 

demonstrations they'd seen would have worried his 
sweet Pet, but now it excited Jester, intrigued him. He 
could see it in his Pet's eyes, in the way Jester was 
rubbing against him again. 

The lights were dimmed, the couples slowly 

beginning to embrace, to start low conversations. "Is he 
okay?" Jester asked, nodding at Daniel. 

"Would you like to meet Zane, ask him?" Hawk 

looked at Zane, who moved nearer, keeping Daniel 
close. 

Jester didn't look entirely sure, but nodded. "Okay." 
Zane held a hand out to Jester. "Hello, Jester. I'm 

sorry we haven't met before. Daniel and I have been 
away on business." 

His Pet shook Zane's hand. "Is he okay?" 
"He's fine." Zane's hand slid down Daniel's back, 

stroking. "He needs to test who is in control, Jester, but 
he's beautiful when he's bound, stunning." 

Jester frowned. "But if he's testing who's in control, 

doesn't that mean he wants to be?" 

Zane shook his head. "What he wants is to know that 

no matter what he pulls, I notice, I care enough to stop 
him, bind him. See him." 

Jester turned his attention back to Daniel. "I'm not 

sure I understand. He needs to be blindfolded to know 
that you see him?" 

"He needs to be blindfolded so he can focus, Jester." 
"Was that why Connor was wearing one?" 

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Hawk nodded. "Yes, Pet. So that Desmond was all 

Connor knew, so Connor could focus." 

Jester settled back against Hawk, his Pet obviously 

considering that. 

Meanwhile Daniel rubbed against Zane like a cat. 

Zane murmured, hands sure on Daniel's skin, the low 
voice rumbling, talking. Promising. 

"He does look happy," Jester said softly, looking up 

at Hawk. 

"He is happy. Zane loves him, cares for him. Daniel 

is Zane's entire focus." 

"The focus thing keeps coming up," Jester noted. 
"It's important. It's... it's what we do. Focus on our 

lovers, our partners. Try to make things bigger, better." 

"Like how you make me feel like I'm the most 

important thing in the universe." 

Hawk nodded. "You are the most important thing in 

my universe." 

Jester melted against him with a soft 'oh' and a happy 

moan. Hawk snuggled Jester close to him, licking at 
those warm, soft lips. Jester's mouth opened to him, his 
Pet so eager. 

"Mmm..." He rocked against Jester, fingers sliding 

through the soft hair. 

"Do you want to blindfold me?" Jester asked, 

watching him closely. 

"That would depend on you, Pet." He took another 

kiss. "If it would scare you? No. If it would excite you? 
Yes." 

"But what about what you want, Hawk? Doesn't that 

count?" 

Oh, so giving, his sweet Pet. "I want to make you fly, 

Pet. I want to bring you pleasure." 

"Oh, you do, Hawk. I want you to have pleasure, 

too." 

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Desmond had obviously overheard. "Maybe you 

should wear the blindfold, Hawk," teased his friend. 

Hawk laughed. "No. Then I couldn't watch Jester 

come." 

"Hawk!" Jester buried his sweet face in Hawk's neck. 
He petted Jester's hair. "It's true, Pet." 
Jester looked back up at him. "I think I would do 

anything you asked me to, Hawk." 

Hawk beamed down at his Pet, the sound of someone 

moaning and someone else purring low, loud in his ears. 
"I love you, Pet." 

Jester beamed up at him, so pretty. "I love you, 

Hawk." 

Another sweet, low cry sounded, the lights dimming 

yet again, allowing them to touch, to interact, to play. 
Jester pushed up, bringing their lips together, thin arms 
wrapping around Hawk's neck. He moaned, leaning 
Jester back onto the sofa, fingers teasing the sensitive 
little nipples. Jester whimpered, bucking up into his 
touch, his Pet seeming to have forgotten the others. 

Hawk wanted to look up -- to see Connor's reaction, 

to see what Zane was doing to draw that sound from 
Daniel -- but Jester enthralled him and he searched for 
skin, petting and stroking. His sweet Pet sang for him, 
soft gasps and needy moans, whimpers and whispers 
and pleas. 

He freed Jester's cock, fingers wrapping around the 

hard flesh. Jester cried out, hands finding Hawk's 
shoulders and holding on tight as the thin hips pushed up 
into his hand. 

"Yes. Mine. So lovely." He pulled his own cock free, 

bringing their flesh together. 

"Hawk! Oh!" Jester moved against him, eyes on his, 

full of pleasure. 

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The sounds of pleasure grew, hands moving on flesh, 

the scent of pleasure strong. 

"Hawk!" Jester shouted his name, sweet body 

shaking as heat poured over his fingers. Hawk rubbed 
his own cock harder, wanting to mix their seed, wanting 
to taste it on Jester's lips. His Pet's hand slid across his, 
fingers touching the tip of his cock. 

"Oh..." He arched, licking Jester's lips. "Again." 
Jester's eyes watched his, the soft touch coming 

again. Hawk moaned, emptying over Jester's fingers, 
heat low in his belly. His swiped his fingers through 
their combined seed, spreading it over Jester's lips and 
leaning down to lap it off. Jester gasped, tongue sliding 
out to taste as well. "Mmm... we taste fine together." 
Jester licked again. "Salty sweet." 

Hawk nuzzled, relaxing down against Jester's 

warmth. "Yes." Jester snuggled against him, his sweet 
Pet's eyes heavy-lidded. "Should we stay longer or go 
home, Pet?" 

"Would it be rude to go, Hawk? I'm tired all of a 

sudden." 

"Not rude at all, Pet." He stood, cleaning them both 

quickly before looking for Desmond and Connor, seeing 
if they were too busy to disturb. Desmond was feeding 
Connor slices of fruit, purring softly as Connor licked 
his fingers and hand clean. "Congratulations, my friends. 
Perhaps, when you find time, we might all spend the day 
together. Swim. Play." Jester needed more friends like 
Connor, like Kestrel, people who simply enjoyed him. 

"Oh, I'd like that," Desmond agreed. "As would our 

boys, I think. Thank you so much for coming and 
sharing yourselves with us." 

Hawk smiled and Jester nodded to Connor, who 

barely noticed them, smiling for a heartbeat before 
turning back to Desmond. 

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Jester leaned against Hawk, hand sliding into his. The 

look he got was very much like Connor's for Desmond, 
pure adoration and focus. He leaned down, stroking 
Jester's throat. One day it would be their party. 

One day soon. 

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Jester and Hawk in the Aftermath of the Collaring 
Party 

Jester sat on the bench at the private transport 

platform, nibbling on his lower lip as he waited for 
Hawk. He hoped Hawk wasn't mad at him. He'd botched 
up twice today, badly enough they'd had to stop the line 
both times. And really, there'd been a dozen other little 
things he'd missed or turned incorrectly. 

He was so distracted by yesterday. Desmond and 

Connor's collaring ceremony would have given him 
enough food for thought, but the private party they'd 
attended afterward... well he'd never seen anything like 
it before. Blindfolds and breathing together and hitting 
and binding and... Hawk wanted to do that with him. All 
of it and more, he imagined. Probably more than he 
could even imagine. 

This was how he'd gotten in trouble earlier. Thinking 

about it made him short of breath and made his cock 
throb and try to find room in his overalls and his skin 
was hot. He was dizzy. 

"Pet? I think we need to stop at the medunit when we 

get home. You've been dazed and confused all day." 

Hawk's hand landed on Jester's shoulder, startling 

him. He jumped, eyes flying open, blushing hard. "Oh. 
Hawk, I'm sorry. I'm not sick." He shook his head. "I... I 
should have been able to put it behind me and focus on 
work, I'm sorry." 

"Put what behind you, Pet?" Hawk's eyes narrowed. 

"Did someone hurt you? Scare you?" That rich voice 
was a low rumble, deep and growly. 

"Oh! Oh, no." Still blushing, Jester reached up and 

took Hawk's hand. "No, I... yesterday... at the party. I 
saw so many things and they're all I've been able to 

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think about. I made so many mistakes at work today 
because of it." 

"Oh." Hawk's eyes warmed right back up, one of 

those warm arms sliding around him. "That's something 
else altogether, isn't it?" 

Jester blushed harder and hid his face in Hawk's 

chest. "I'm hard, Hawk. I've been hard all day long." He 
was being so bold, but that party... he knew he was one 
of the least daring people who'd been there, even if he 
was being forward now. 

"Mmm... you liked what you saw, and you want to 

know what some of it was like." Hawk's hand dropped 
to Jester's cock, rubbing it gently, right there in the 
station. 

He gasped, eyes darting around, but the platform was 

empty. He pushed against Hawk's hand. "Yes." 

"You want to fly, want to let me inside you, in your 

head." Hawk's hand moved faster, rubbing harder. 

Jester could only nod, gasping, hands reaching out to 

grab Hawk's arms and hold on. 

"So pretty. So wanton." Hawk nipped his earlobe, 

growling low. 

"Hawk, I'm going to..." Someone came onto the 

platform and he buried his face against Hawk, body still 
moving eagerly. 

"Come for me, Pet. Only me. No one else matters 

except you and me." Jester cried out into Hawk's chest, 
body shaking as heat spilled from him into Hawk's hand. 
"Oh, lovely. Perfect. My sweet pet." 

He leaned against Hawk, breathing in the scent of his 

lover and the strong smell of his own come. Oh... oh, if 
he had a choice he would never work again, not because 
he wasn't willing to earn his way, but because he wanted 
to spend his days and nights drowning in Hawk. Hawk's 

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hands were everywhere, soft encouraging love-words 
whispered to him. 

Jester wrapped his arms around Hawk's middle and 

looked up into the dark eyes. "I love you, Hawk. And I 
want you to teach me." 

Those brown eyes were so warm, so pleased. "My 

Pet. You have made me so happy." 

Jester beamed up at Hawk, aware of nothing except 

those contented eyes. "You make me happy every day, 
Hawk." 

"Good. Come home. Come home and we'll play." 
"Yes, please, Hawk." Jester shivered with happiness 

and anticipation and a little trepidation. He trusted Hawk 
totally, but it still made him nervous, the things he knew 
and the things he imagined that went on at the Glove. 

Hawk took his hand and led him to the transport. Led 

him home. 

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Hawk and Jester Play 

Poor Jester was vibrating by the time Hawk got them 

home and upstairs, and that wouldn't do, not at all. "Bath 
first. Bubbles. Lots of bubbles." Hawk grabbed some 
champagne from the cooler on the way. He'd get Jester 
relaxed, happy, bubbly, then they'd begin to play. 

"A bubble bath?" Jester giggled. 
"Yep. Bubbles and champagne and hot water and 

snuggling. Tons of snuggling." He winked down, 
goosing Jester playfully. 

Jester shrieked and giggled harder. "I've never had 

champagne before. Are we celebrating?" 

"We are. We're celebrating us." Hawk started 

stripping Jester down, petting the soft skin as he went. 

Jester murmured happily, shivering under his 

touches. "I like the sound of that." 

He gently tweaked one of Jester's nipples, drawing it 

up to a point. Jester moaned, pressing into him. "You 
like that." He pinched harder, tugging a little, licking at 
Jester's lips. That earned him a gasp, Jester's mouth 
opening to him. Those pretty nipples would be so fine, 
decorated with little clamps... 

Hawk groaned, tongue pushing deep into Jester's lips. 

Sweet sounds were fed into his mouth, Jester's hands 
sliding up to hold onto his shoulders. He kept touching, 
kept tugging on the hard little nubs as the kiss got 
deeper and deeper. Jester gasped, clinging to him, 
shaking. 

He slowly backed off, purring. "Turn on the water, 

Pet. I'll pour the champagne." Slow and sure. Slow and 
sure. 

Jester blinked at him, breathless. "The water?" 
"For the tub." Hawk took another kiss. "Bubbles, 

too." 

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"Oh, right." Jester giggled -- Hawk loved that sweet 

sound. "You see? That's what kept happening on the 
line. I kept getting distracted by you." 

"Well, I'll have to make sure you're full of me until 

you can't be distracted anymore." 

Jester stopped, breath catching. "Oh... okay." 
Hawk reached around, fingers stroking Jester's cleft, 

teasing the tight hole. Jester gasped again, shivering 
returning. "Want you." 

"Oh, Hawk, yes, please." Jester pushed against him, 

face turning up for another kiss. 

He grabbed Jester up and took them to the bed. 

Bathing could wait when he had slender arms and legs 
wrapped around him. "Going to make love to you, Pet. 
Going to join us together." His cock was throbbing, so 
hard, needing. 

"Oh, Hawk." A ripple went through Jester, little 

kisses pressing along Hawk's face. 

"Yes, love." They got to the bed, stripping off their 

clothes. Hawk leaned in, licking at Jester's ear. "I'm 
going to sit on the bed, I want you to lie over my lap so I 
can touch you, get you ready for me." He'd waited so 
long. 

"Okay, Hawk." So trusting. His sweet Pet was eager 

and nervous and, Hawk thought, probably a little scared, 
but Jester's trust was pure. 

Hawk grabbed the lube and settled, patting his lap 

gently. "Come here and let me love you." 

Jester lay across his lap, cock hard and hot against his 

thighs. "L...like this?" 

"Mmm... yes, Pet." Hawk let his hand trail down 

Jester's spine, stroking, petting, loving. Jester's nervous 
shivers soon faded, sweet noises sounding and Jester 
moved into his touches. "You feel good to me, Jester. 
Warm and close." He poured a little oil along Jester's 

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back, letting it drip along Jester's cleft before massaging 
it in. 

Jester whimpered, hands grabbing onto the sheets, 

legs moving restlessly. 

"Relax, Pet. There's nothing you can do wrong. Just 

feel. Enjoy it." 

"What do I do with my hands?" Jester's voice was 

breathless, wanton. 

"Would you like me to bind them so you don't have 

to worry about it?" Hawk's cock throbbed. Beautiful 
love. 

Jester stilled, the cock pressed against Hawk's thigh 

throbbing to match his own. "Oh. Yes?" 

Hawk leaned back, digging through his bedside table 

to find the fur-lined cuffs. They were soft and solid, so 
comfortable and sensual. Jester would love them. He 
fastened one around his Pet's wrist before Jester even 
knew what he was doing. 

Jester's breath caught. He slid his free hand along the 

cuff. "It's so soft, Hawk..." 

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Hawk fastened the other on. 

"Pick a word for me, Pet. Something that you can say if 
you want me to stop everything." 

"What?" Dazed eyes looked back at him, shivery 

ripples going through his sweet Pet. 

"A word for in case you get scared, need me to stop. 

Like a "red light!" word." 

Jester looked confused. "You won't stop if I ask you 

to stop?" 

"I will, but what if I accidentally thought you said 

'don't stop'? I don't want to take that risk." 

"Oh. Red light?" 
"Perfect." He leaned over and took a long, deep kiss. 

They could explore the other reasons for a safeword 
later. 

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Jester melted, moaning into his mouth, the confusion 

leaving his eyes, replaced by passion. Hawk’s hand slid 
down, cupped Jester's ass, fingers sliding along the 
crease. Jester's eyes dropped closed, sounds of bliss and 
need pouring from him. Hawk took his time, circling the 
wrinkled hole, oiling it, wetting it, waiting until Jester 
pressed back for it before sliding one finger inside. 

"Hawk! Oh!" A shudder moved through Jester, his 

Pet's body clamping down tight around his finger. 

"Mmm... yes, Pet. So tight. So hot." Hawk moved in 

steady, slow motions, admiring the body draped over 
him, loving the feel of Jester's need on his thighs. 

Jester moaned, body slowly beginning to move again, 

breath hitching sweetly. Hawk added more oil, finger 
pushing deep, searching. Jester jerked suddenly, 
shouting his name as heat splashed over his thighs. 
Hawk hummed, using the aftershocks of his lover's 
orgasm to ease the way as he slid a second finger in, 
continuing to move. 

The slender body over his thighs writhed, Jester 

rippling with pleasure, gripping his fingers rhythmically. 
"Hawk... oh. Oh." 

"Yes, Pet. Yes, you're doing so well, feel so fine." 

Hawk closed his eyes, breathing slowly so he wouldn't 
come, would keep his control. 

Jester's gaspy little breaths continued, and soon his 

sweet Pet was rocking back, taking his fingers eagerly. 
More oil, and he pushed deeper, stroking Jester's flat 
little gland over and over, sending shock after shock 
through his Pet. 

Jester's cock was hard again, rubbing against him as 

his Pet writhed. "Oh, please, Hawk, please." 

"Do you want my cock, Pet? Do you want to feel me 

inside you?" He pegged Jester's gland again, stroking 
hard. 

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Jester jerked, entire body shaking. "Yes. Yes, Hawk." 

A soft whimper sounded, Jester's ass pushing back onto 
his fingers. 

"Hands and knees, pretty love." His fingers slid free, 

slicking his cock as Jester moved. 

Jester obeyed Hawk, trust still implicit, total. Cuffed 

wrists together forced Jester to lean on his elbows, head 
resting on the soft fur of the cuffs, ass high in the air. 
Hawk leaned down, tongue sliding over the sweet, 
stretched hole, kissing gently. "Mine." 

Jester made a keening noise that was half sob. "Yes, 

Hawk. Please." 

He leaned up, covering Jester's body with his own, 

cock nudging the tight hole, slowly pushing inside. 
"Take me in, Pet. Take me." 

Whimpering, Jester pushed back against him, body 

rippling around Hawk's cock. "You're so big." 

He petted Jester's belly, cock. "Made to love you, Pet. 

Made to be inside you, make you fly." 

"Yes, please, Hawk. It's so much. I can feel you." 
"You're so hot, Pet. Making me need." 
More sweet sounds came from Jester, his sweet Pet 

shaking, needing. Hawk rocked, taking Jester in slow, 
easy movements, making it good, making it last. 

"Oh, Hawk! Hawk..." Slowly but surely, Jester began 

to rock against him, pushing into each thrust. 

"Yes. Yes. Pet." His hand was wrapped around 

Jester's cock, thumb working the head as he pushed in 
harder. Jester's noises became louder, his sweet Pet 
shivering, cock hard and leaking. "Want you to come for 
me, come around me. Let me feel you." Hawk was 
close, pushing hard, lost in the tight heat. 

"Hawk!" his sweet Pet cried out to him, body 

clamping down hard around his cock as heat flowed 
over his hand. Hawk's own cry was sharper, echoing as 

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they slammed together a few more times, filling his 
sweet boy with heat. Jester lay beneath him, body 
holding him tight, shaking softly. 

He pulled out of Jester's body slowly, fingers 

unfastening the cuffs as he drew Jester into his arms, 
held his Pet close. "So good, my Pet." 

Jester nodded, overwhelmed tears sliding down his 

face as he curled into Hawk. 

Hawk murmured, slowly licking the tears away, 

keeping Jester close and warm and safe. "I love you, 
Jester." 

"I love you, too, Hawk. So much. So big." Jester 

beamed up at him, face blissful. 

"Yours." He kissed the pretty eyes, the tip of Jester's 

nose, the soft lips. Jester whimpered softly, kissing him 
back, hands sliding around him and holding on. 

They settled together on the bed, wrapped together, 

joined. 

Jester was truly home now. 

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Hawk and Jester in the Morning 

Jester woke slowly, curled warm and comfortable 

against Hawk. His ass ached a bit, reminding him of 
what they'd done the night before. He buried his face 
against Hawk's skin, his cock hard, rubbing against 
Hawk. 

And that was only the start. He knew there were so 

many things that Hawk wanted to show him, that he 
wanted to learn. He rubbed more vigorously against 
Hawk, wishing they didn't have to go to work. He 
wanted to do everything right away, wanted to make 
Hawk happy. 

Hawk moaned, one hand cupping his ass, squeezing 

it gently. Jester squeaked, pushing harder against Hawk. 

"Morning, Pet." One finger tapped his tender hole, 

sending sparks through him. 

He shivered. "Oh... good morning, Hawk." 
"Are you sore? Hurting?" He was given a long, slow 

kiss. 

Jester shook his head once their mouths parted. "It 

aches and when you touch it... " Jester shivered again, 
unable to explain the sweet sensations. 

Hawk reached out to the open container, dipped his 

finger in the oil, then stroked Jester again. "Good?" 

He closed his eyes as the ache eased with Hawk's 

touch, pleasure taking over, making his belly hot. "Yes." 

"Yes. I think we should come this morning, yeah? 

Make for an easier day at work?" Hawk started fucking 
him with two fingers, gentle. Easy. 

Jester cried out, rubbing against Hawk's skin some 

more, shivering at the sensation of those long fingers 
inside him. "Yes, Hawk." 

"Yes. Love." Hawk was panting, fingers pushing 

deeper, cocks rubbing together. 

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Jester curled his hands around Hawk's shoulders, 

holding on as Hawk sent him higher and higher. Then, 
Hawk's fingers brushed that spot again and he cried out, 
hold tightening. "Oh!" 

"Yes, Pet. More." Hawk kissed him, growled for him. 
"Yes, please, Hawk. Show me more." Jester was 

breathless and shaking, body strung tight with pleasure, 
Hawk making him fly. 

He was spread even wider, Hawk thrusting down 

against him, over and over. He shuddered, body growing 
tight, holding Hawk's fingers inside him as he came. It 
took only a few more thrusts before Hawk cried out, 
heat pouring over Jester, Hawk's tongue pushing into his 
lips. He held on to Hawk, kissing with all he had. 

"Mmm... Good morning, sweet Pet." Hawk nuzzled 

him, grinning wide. 

Jester smiled back. "Oh, good morning, Hawk." 
"I love you." Hawk goosed him. "Come on, Pet. 

Shower. Breakfast. Then work." 

"Yes, Hawk." Jester was a little breathless from the 

goosing, rubbing against Hawk. "And tonight you'll 
show me more?" 

"Tonight and tomorrow and every day after." 
"Oh, I love you, Hawk. Thank you for finding me and 

bringing me home." 

"Oh, my Pet. It has always been my pleasure." 
Jester pushed close and laid his head on Hawk's 

chest. He was never going to let Hawk go, never ever. 

End 

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