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Authors: L.M. Somerton
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man, Marty, as you will discover. It wasn’t the right time with Becket so badly injured and you busy clearing up the aftermath of the operation. I don’t play around, Marty. All my attention will be focused on you. You can be my groupie from now on.”
Marty buried his face in Beau’s chest. “The uniform is kind of hot,” he mumbled. “I thought about you too, you know… I just never thought that someone like you would be interested in a boring geek like me.”
“Geek, I can’t argue with. Boring, never, and I don’t want you to put yourself down like that. Do it again and I’ll assume you’re fishing for compliments, and that’s just another reason to punish you.”
Marty moaned and tugged on Beau’s hand. “Can we keep walking now?”
Beau’s building wasn’t much further. Within five minutes or so Marty stood before the imposing façade of a huge warehouse, right on the river.
“Wow!” Marty exclaimed. “This place is amazing. How on earth can you afford to live here? Oh…sorry, that’s none of my business. Ignore me. My brain and my mouth are not connected very well.”
“Think nothing of it. Sometimes I can’t believe I live here either. The landlord is something of a philanthropist. He rents these places out to underpaid, overworked public servants like me for much less than the usual rate for a place like this.” Beau squeezed Marty’s shoulder. “All my neighbors wear uniforms. Don’t let me catch you admiring any of them.”
“I promise not to ogle. The government owns my building… I get a subsidized rate too, but all my neighbors are boring civil servants. Well, most of them are probably spies, come to think about it, but they don’t wear uniforms.”
Beau laughed. “I love the way you talk so nonchalantly about espionage.”
“Only because you already know what Becket and I do for a living. As far as the rest of the world is concerned I’m a boring desk-jockey spending my days buried in tedious calculations.” He sighed. “Even if they knew the truth, I doubt it would make much difference. I’d still be a disgrace to the family name engaging in such a sordid profession.” He shrugged and smiled at Beau. “Are you going to invite me in?”
Beau pushed open the heavy double doors and led the way into an imposing lobby. A set of mailboxes was fixed to one wall, and opposite, a notice board overflowed with all manner of flyers and posters.
“The lift is a bit temperamental. I prefer to use the stairs, it’s a fireman thing,” Beau said, pushing open the door to the stairwell. “My place is on the top floor.” He set off at a jog, Marty close at his heels. Access to the top floor apartments was from a single corridor that ran the length of the building. “All the units are identical inside in terms of layout. Arnie, that’s the landlord, lets everyone decorate however they want. I quite like the industrial design, so I haven’t done a great deal.” Beau found his heart was thumping a little and it had nothing to do with the run up the stairs. He wanted Marty to like his home, to feel comfortable there. It seemed important. He unlocked the door then indicated to Marty that he should go in first. Beau pulled the door closed behind them. The latch engaged with a gentle snick.
Marty took a few paces forward and gazed around. “I love it!” He did a pirouette, taking everything in. “You were right to leave it in its original state. The exposed pipework is a distinctive feature and the brick is a lovely warm shade of red.”
“Thanks. There’s this living, dining, study space. One bedroom and a decent-sized bathroom. Not exactly palatial, but it suits me.”
“You could fit my place in here three times over,” Marty said. “I love the sense of space and those huge windows are fantastic.” He ran across to them. “You have a view of the river too.”
Beau wandered across to join him. “I’ve got the best side of the building. The flats on the back
Marty buried his face in Beau’s chest. “The uniform is kind of hot,” he mumbled. “I thought about you too, you know… I just never thought that someone like you would be interested in a boring geek like me.”
“Geek, I can’t argue with. Boring, never, and I don’t want you to put yourself down like that. Do it again and I’ll assume you’re fishing for compliments, and that’s just another reason to punish you.”
Marty moaned and tugged on Beau’s hand. “Can we keep walking now?”
Beau’s building wasn’t much further. Within five minutes or so Marty stood before the imposing façade of a huge warehouse, right on the river.
“Wow!” Marty exclaimed. “This place is amazing. How on earth can you afford to live here? Oh…sorry, that’s none of my business. Ignore me. My brain and my mouth are not connected very well.”
“Think nothing of it. Sometimes I can’t believe I live here either. The landlord is something of a philanthropist. He rents these places out to underpaid, overworked public servants like me for much less than the usual rate for a place like this.” Beau squeezed Marty’s shoulder. “All my neighbors wear uniforms. Don’t let me catch you admiring any of them.”
“I promise not to ogle. The government owns my building… I get a subsidized rate too, but all my neighbors are boring civil servants. Well, most of them are probably spies, come to think about it, but they don’t wear uniforms.”
Beau laughed. “I love the way you talk so nonchalantly about espionage.”
“Only because you already know what Becket and I do for a living. As far as the rest of the world is concerned I’m a boring desk-jockey spending my days buried in tedious calculations.” He sighed. “Even if they knew the truth, I doubt it would make much difference. I’d still be a disgrace to the family name engaging in such a sordid profession.” He shrugged and smiled at Beau. “Are you going to invite me in?”
Beau pushed open the heavy double doors and led the way into an imposing lobby. A set of mailboxes was fixed to one wall, and opposite, a notice board overflowed with all manner of flyers and posters.
“The lift is a bit temperamental. I prefer to use the stairs, it’s a fireman thing,” Beau said, pushing open the door to the stairwell. “My place is on the top floor.” He set off at a jog, Marty close at his heels. Access to the top floor apartments was from a single corridor that ran the length of the building. “All the units are identical inside in terms of layout. Arnie, that’s the landlord, lets everyone decorate however they want. I quite like the industrial design, so I haven’t done a great deal.” Beau found his heart was thumping a little and it had nothing to do with the run up the stairs. He wanted Marty to like his home, to feel comfortable there. It seemed important. He unlocked the door then indicated to Marty that he should go in first. Beau pulled the door closed behind them. The latch engaged with a gentle snick.
Marty took a few paces forward and gazed around. “I love it!” He did a pirouette, taking everything in. “You were right to leave it in its original state. The exposed pipework is a distinctive feature and the brick is a lovely warm shade of red.”
“Thanks. There’s this living, dining, study space. One bedroom and a decent-sized bathroom. Not exactly palatial, but it suits me.”
“You could fit my place in here three times over,” Marty said. “I love the sense of space and those huge windows are fantastic.” He ran across to them. “You have a view of the river too.”
Beau wandered across to join him. “I’ve got the best side of the building. The flats on the back
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