Facade

money in a certain Silicon Valley computer company. So now he’s still filthy rich and terminally bored because all he does is get blind drunk or stoned out of his mind. In his own little world he’s still the big rock star. He’s had three wives, but really likes to watch guys who masturbate and come all over his chest.”
    “That’s all you need to do?” Nicky asked. “Come all over him?”
    “Yeah,” Jonas nodded. “He hasn’t been able to get it up for ages. He used to jack off too, but the equipment stopped working a while ago now. Not that he cares, really.” Jonas saw Nicky nod and couldn’t help thinking the young man was planning something. He leaned over him seductively. “Will you help me take the corset off?”
    Jonas shrugged. “Sure. Tell me what to do.”
    “It works best while you’re fucking me,” Nicky stated, fluttering his eyelashes.
    Just minutes later, they were standing in front of Nicky’s dress mirror, Jonas pounding into Nicky’s tight body, slowly undoing the lacing eyelet by eyelet. Nicky moaned with every one that was loosened, until his patience gave in and he quickly undid the hooks at the front, ripping the bodice apart and shucking it to the side. The Façade
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    chemise was easily torn open as well and Nicky took Jonas’s hands and placed them on his chest. “Touch me there,” he moaned.
    Jonas couldn’t help but appreciate the view of Nicky’s body jerking with every thrust, the white chemise hanging off his shoulders and his dark nipples reacting to Jonas’s tweaking. When he looked down further he saw Nicky’s cock, hard and dark, bobbing up and down with every movement. Suddenly Nicky threw his head back as he came, untouched, spattering his release all over the mirror. Jonas quickly wrapped his arms around Nicky’s chest in an effort to keep him upright as he too felt his orgasm hit him hard.
    Nicky regained his footing and they were both panting. “Are you going over there?” Nicky asked, with surprising eagerness.
    “Where?” Jonas asked, leaning against the cupboard.
    “The pop star.”
    “I told him I was with a client, so I couldn’t.”
    “Can you take me with you? I’m sure two guys wanking are better than one.”
    Jonas tried to read Nicky’s face to see how genuine his request was. “We can’t tell him who you are. You’ll have to pose as someone like me and get paid for it.”
    “Of course,” Nicky agreed.
    Jonas sighed. He had a phone call to make and he hoped Johnny was in for a surprise visit.

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    JONAS wasn’t quite sure how to handle this.
    He’d hoped Nicky would be leaving for Paris soon, but the designer had told him that he and Tanna were staying on in London while the rest of the fashion circus travelled back to the atelier in Paris. This meant that he had to actually do what he had said he would and call Johnny, pretending that he was simply returning a call, and set a date for their encounter. He hoped Johnny would be put off by his suggestion that he bring Nicky along, so he would have an excuse to kill the whole idea.
    Knowing Johnny was a creature of the night, Jonas had no qualms about calling him at two a.m.
    “Oy!” the voice on the other side exclaimed suddenly after Jonas had let the phone ring for a considerable amount of time.
    “Johnny?”
    “Nobody else would pick up the phone around here at this bloody hour, mate,” Johnny’s telltale voice exclaimed.
    “Jonas here.”
    “Not likely to be anyone else now, would it? Don’t know anyone who calls people in the godforsaken middle of the night but you, padre.”
    Jonas smiled at Johnny’s drawl. He was clearly happily buzzed, but not so far out of it that he couldn’t get a coherent Façade
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    sentence together. Since Nicky was listening, he’d have to be careful of his words. “Listen Johnny, my, eh, client fell through….” He looked at Nicky to gauge the young man’s reaction and was happy to see a smile spread across his face. “…So I can come see you after all.” Nicky was clearly eager to find out what Johnny’s answer was because he was sitting on the edge of his seat, elbows resting on his knees and looking straight at Jonas.
    It was quiet on the other side of the line. Then Johnny started speaking hesitantly. “I haven’t spoken to you in weeks, if I recall.” Damn, he was lucid enough to remember. Jonas knew he’d have to use all his talents of persuasion. “Well, you were rather pissed last time you