exactly privileged information. I saw it on the entertainment news. Two faggots prancing around that faggot town.”
“I took the liberty of dispatching some men to watch the perverts. We can’t get too close to the estate, but we’ll know who goes in and out, as well as their movements.”
“Ah, good thinking, Rutger. I like initiative.”
The big man gave a tight smile. “I look forward to the day I can entertain the girly man dancer myself. There are a few tricks I learned in prison…”
Von Berg got a chill.
* * *
Daniel glanced at the group of handsome, well-built men standing on the sand with their tongues hanging out. Turned to stone. Yeah, that’s just how good the dancer looked in those Australian trunks. Not as full-on obscene as tiny French bikinis, but nowhere near as covered as the popular California board shorts, these boy short-style trunks clung to that hard ass and those massive thighs like a lover’s caress. Daniel loved beautiful things, and the man was beautiful. But it was more than that. The guy was funny. Daniel had a weakness for humor, and the guy’s wit kept him laughing. And unpredictable! Daniel always felt a little off-balance around Trelain, and that didn’t happen to him much. Strangely, he also felt protective. For all his international fame, Trelain was a kid and one that, according to rumor, hadn’t had the easiest life. Daniel knew a lot about not-easy lives. He might like to take care of the dancer. Give the man the security and protection no one had ever given him. Yeah, he just might like that a lot.
They had stopped for a drink on the patio of the elegant Montage Hotel, where even the jaded, celebrity-ridden crowd had stared. Trelain seemed to barely notice. He must be so used to it. After a round of French 75, their little touches and subtle caresses seemed to have gotten a rise out of the fiery Russian again, and now they were walking with purpose on the beach back toward Daniel’s house. Maybe this time Daniel would surrender his ass to a nice Cossack ride.
He reached out and let his fingers entwine with Trelain’s. The dancer looked up and glanced at the people they were passing. Daniel knew Great Britain was pretty restrained when it came to PDA. Daniel stroked his hand with his thumb. “Don’t worry. This is Laguna Beach. People expect to see male couples here.”
Trelain looked around. Daniel saw a few people glance their way, but no one seemed especially concerned, and who would assume that this androgynous beauty wasn’t gay anyway?
The dancer smiled. “Must be nice.”
“Yeah. It’s not like it used to be. At one time Laguna had one of the highest per capita gay populations in the country. Now, a lot of the crowd has moved out to the desert.”
“Desert?”
Daniel laughed. “Not like banishment or French Foreign Legion. No, they’ve moved to Palm Springs. Maybe I’ll take you out there some time?” Odd to realize there wasn’t anywhere he wouldn’t want to take Trelain. “But Laguna is still very gay friendly. When the big protest against gay marriage was going on, the sign-carriers lined the Pacific Coast Highway all the way from northern Orange County to the south, but they skipped over Laguna Beach. They weren’t welcome here. The picketers ended at the northern border to the city and picked up again in the south, but none were in town. In fact, people carried pro-gay marriage signs all over Main Beach. It made me proud to live here.”
“That’s really nice. Would you ever want to get married?”
Daniel paused. Had he thought about it? He’d told Trelain when they met that he was tired of the one-night-stand game, but was he that tired? “Yes, I just might. Marriage isn’t legal for us in California yet. Soon I hope.”
“Yes, same in the UK.”
“Would you ever want to get married?”
Trelain shook his head. “Never met someone that I’d want to be with for life. I travel so much and spend so much time dancing, I
“I took the liberty of dispatching some men to watch the perverts. We can’t get too close to the estate, but we’ll know who goes in and out, as well as their movements.”
“Ah, good thinking, Rutger. I like initiative.”
The big man gave a tight smile. “I look forward to the day I can entertain the girly man dancer myself. There are a few tricks I learned in prison…”
Von Berg got a chill.
* * *
Daniel glanced at the group of handsome, well-built men standing on the sand with their tongues hanging out. Turned to stone. Yeah, that’s just how good the dancer looked in those Australian trunks. Not as full-on obscene as tiny French bikinis, but nowhere near as covered as the popular California board shorts, these boy short-style trunks clung to that hard ass and those massive thighs like a lover’s caress. Daniel loved beautiful things, and the man was beautiful. But it was more than that. The guy was funny. Daniel had a weakness for humor, and the guy’s wit kept him laughing. And unpredictable! Daniel always felt a little off-balance around Trelain, and that didn’t happen to him much. Strangely, he also felt protective. For all his international fame, Trelain was a kid and one that, according to rumor, hadn’t had the easiest life. Daniel knew a lot about not-easy lives. He might like to take care of the dancer. Give the man the security and protection no one had ever given him. Yeah, he just might like that a lot.
They had stopped for a drink on the patio of the elegant Montage Hotel, where even the jaded, celebrity-ridden crowd had stared. Trelain seemed to barely notice. He must be so used to it. After a round of French 75, their little touches and subtle caresses seemed to have gotten a rise out of the fiery Russian again, and now they were walking with purpose on the beach back toward Daniel’s house. Maybe this time Daniel would surrender his ass to a nice Cossack ride.
He reached out and let his fingers entwine with Trelain’s. The dancer looked up and glanced at the people they were passing. Daniel knew Great Britain was pretty restrained when it came to PDA. Daniel stroked his hand with his thumb. “Don’t worry. This is Laguna Beach. People expect to see male couples here.”
Trelain looked around. Daniel saw a few people glance their way, but no one seemed especially concerned, and who would assume that this androgynous beauty wasn’t gay anyway?
The dancer smiled. “Must be nice.”
“Yeah. It’s not like it used to be. At one time Laguna had one of the highest per capita gay populations in the country. Now, a lot of the crowd has moved out to the desert.”
“Desert?”
Daniel laughed. “Not like banishment or French Foreign Legion. No, they’ve moved to Palm Springs. Maybe I’ll take you out there some time?” Odd to realize there wasn’t anywhere he wouldn’t want to take Trelain. “But Laguna is still very gay friendly. When the big protest against gay marriage was going on, the sign-carriers lined the Pacific Coast Highway all the way from northern Orange County to the south, but they skipped over Laguna Beach. They weren’t welcome here. The picketers ended at the northern border to the city and picked up again in the south, but none were in town. In fact, people carried pro-gay marriage signs all over Main Beach. It made me proud to live here.”
“That’s really nice. Would you ever want to get married?”
Daniel paused. Had he thought about it? He’d told Trelain when they met that he was tired of the one-night-stand game, but was he that tired? “Yes, I just might. Marriage isn’t legal for us in California yet. Soon I hope.”
“Yes, same in the UK.”
“Would you ever want to get married?”
Trelain shook his head. “Never met someone that I’d want to be with for life. I travel so much and spend so much time dancing, I
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