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
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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.

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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.

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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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