FOOL'S ERRAND by Chris Quinton

Author:Chris Quinton [C95FFCD3, Fools Errand]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

La Casita, Begues The drive back to their casita proved to be both pleasant and informative. A few leading questions from Andreas resulted in Xavi talking about his early life in El Raval. He glossed over a lot of it, turning grim realities into a series of amusing anecdotes, but Andreas could read between the lines and see the lonely, bitter child of those days.

Unearthing his past did not sour Xavi’s mood. The combination of good food and wine had seen to that, and Andreas had opened another bottle as soon as they were inside the door.

Now Andreas was sitting on the couch, legs stretched out in front of him, leaning back against the cushions. Xavi was an indolent sprawl beside him, humming quietly to himself, eyes half-closed and a lazy smile curving his mouth. Their glasses and a half-empty bottle stood on the coffee table, just in easy reach.

Andreas leaned forward and topped off Xavi’s glass. While the man wasn’t drunk, exactly, he was certainly relaxed and off-guard. If it came to that, Andreas acknowledged, he was a little mellow himself. That perhaps was why certain aspects in the ‘Xavi Escudero - His Early Years’ saga stuck with him.

“So you don’t charge your ladies a fee, just the men,” he said.

“Right. It’s a different game, y’see.” Xavi gestured with his glass and nearly spilt the wine. “Most women want the illusion of romance, seduction, so I’ll give them flowers, chocolates, compliments, soft lights and sweet music, and hours of quality sex. They give me watches, jewelry, designer clothes, and I sell what I don’t need and make a good profit on the deal. Some men,” he went on, scowling, “want to think they turn me on, but most just want to get their rocks off hard and fast.” He shrugged. “I can do that.”

“A man can’t fake an erection,” Andreas said. “Or an orgasm.”

“I don’t have to. A mouth or a hand working my cock feels the same, man or woman,” Xavi said dismissively. “Fucking a man’s ass is no different to fucking a woman’s. So a man buys me for an hour, I’m whoever he wants me to be. Physical stimulation and his imagination do the rest. Me, I just pretend I’m with one of my favorite ladies. Simple as that.” It was said without bravado, just a casual matter-of-fact tone that spoke for itself in the few words said, and the volume of words omitted.

Andreas’s first impulse was to take Xavi into his arms and do everything he could to convince him that his body was not a commodity. The only thing that stopped him was the hunch that Xavi would almost certainly misinterpret it. But he was shaken by the strength of his own reaction. “The women still pay for your services, one way or another, yet you save your contempt for the men. Why is that?” Andreas leaned across and refilled Xavi’s wineglass.

“Because they only want the sex. Their own gratification.” He said the word very carefully.

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