Facade

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    Once back behind the curtain, Jonas walked into the still-chaotic room, but this time the atmosphere was one of elation, not nervous tension. He didn’t see Nicky anywhere but barely had the time to find himself another glass of champagne when Tanna took it from him.
    “Come with me. I promise you’ll get another glass in a minute.”

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    She guided him out of the room and down the corridor, where she opened a door to the outside and a waiting limo. “Have fun. I’ll see you boys tomorrow!”
    It was no surprise that Nicky was inside. He looked tired but calm, laid back in the corner of the seat.
    “Mmm, you’re a sight for sore eyes,” he moaned, holding out his arms. As Jonas settled next to him, Nicky’s hands felt up his back and over his chest. “You can’t believe how sick I am of boobs.”
    Jonas laughed.
    “What? You know I like a nice hard body.” Nicky almost pouted.
    “Yes, I do,” Jonas answered coyly. “It’s just funny, because those models don’t have boobs either. Or any other curves for that matter. Now if you were a Beverly Hills plastic surgeon, you’d have reason to complain.”
    Nicky pushed his body closer to Jonas’s and kissed him passionately. “Tell me,” he demanded.
    Jonas shrugged and shook his head. “I’ve already said too much, and you know I don’t—”
    “Talk about your other clients, yeah, I know.” Nicky let his hand move down to Jonas’s groin and he squeezed the bulge. “But you’re growing hard just thinking about him, and that’s where you came from before you arrived back here, right?” Jonas sighed. He never talked about his other clients; it just wasn’t done in his line of work.
    “Come on, Jonas,” Nicky teased seductively, his hands down Jonas’s trousers by now. “I was practically in the room when you let one of your clients fuck you.”
    “You were in the room, Nicky.”
    “So what’s the difference? Tell me about your plastic surgeon!
    Change his name for all I care, just tell me about him. Is he gorgeous? Tall, hard-muscled body? Come on, Jonas.” Façade
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    Nicky was a hard man to resist. Jonas was turned on by him physically; the fact he was holding his erection in his hand and rubbing it in the back of a limousine was just part of it. He also possessed everything that Jonas found attractive: narrow hips, broader shoulders, a nicely maintained set of muscles without looking like he worked out every day, and to top it all, a nearly hairless chest. Nicky still wasn’t wearing a shirt and those dark nipples of his were just begging to be licked. As soon as Jonas made a move toward them, Nicky brushed him away.
    “Later,” he demanded, extracting his hand from Jonas’s pants.
    “Now, tell me about Mr. Hotshot Surgeon.” Jonas sighed. Part of him felt blackmailed, another part of him enjoyed being able to share his life with someone. He’d never done anything like that, but then he’d never found anyone who was willing to listen. “Let’s call him Clay,” he eventually said. And that wasn’t even that far off.
    They had arrived at what was apparently Nicky’s London apartment. The limo stopped in the underground car park near the elevator, and Jonas tucked himself neatly into his trousers again before exiting. As soon as the elevator doors closed, Nicky’s mouth was all over Jonas’s, but his kisses were lazy, more aimed at creating intimacy than eliciting passion. Jonas went along with it, enjoying the change from Mr. Fast-Paced Lifestyle and I-have-exactly-fifteen-minutes-for-sex-tonight. Now why was he thinking about that, when he had this delicious creature in his arms?
    To Jonas’s surprise, the loft was dark and devoid of people.
    Jonas had somehow expected the minions or at least some inconspicuous staff, but there was no one. Nicky was flicking on indirect lighting as they moved along the walls, kissing languidly. It gave the place a slightly eerie feel, but Jonas had become used to seeing the young man in half-light, and as soon as his eyes got used to the dark, it suited him just fine.
    Nicky was responding quite vocally to the way Jonas let his tongue and mouth stray to Nicky’s chin, neck, collarbones, and then over those chocolate nipples. They tasted every bit as sweet as they looked and peaked nicely when Jonas sucked on them.

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    “Fuck, you’re making me hard,” Nicky moaned as Jonas continued paying attention to his nipples. His hands were in