Hammer 16 - Beaten by Sean Michael

Author:Sean Michael [Michael, Sean]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Francis waited at the fairgrounds, the crowd happy

and laughing, the weather sunny and perfect. He could

smell cotton candy and hear the sounds of silly games. It

was going to be fun, once Nick showed.

Finally, he saw Nick, heading in his general

direction, looking around. Nick looked so good in a pair

of red and black shorts and a tight, white t-shirt. He

lifted his hand, almost waving. Was that too eager? Too

weird? Nick's face lit up and he waved back, started

trotting toward him. Okay. Okay, cool. Not too eager.

Nick wrapped him in a hug when they got together,

kissed him softly, right there in front of everyone.

"Nick." He'd worked hard for the last few days,

making good tips, comfortable with taking some time

off.

"God, it's good to see you. Missed you yesterday."

Nick kissed the tip of his nose.

"I missed you, but I worked hard. I made good

money."

"Yeah? Excellent. Does that mean you'll buy me a

candy apple?"

"I will. You can have anything you want."

Anything at all.

"Oh, now, what if what I want isn't for sale?"

"They'll have candy apples." He winked, paid for

their admission.

Nick laughed softly, hand brushing Francis' ass.

"Be good, now," he teased. God, what a pretty day.

"I thought I was being good."

"What do you want to do first?" There were animals,

crafts, vendors, games.

"Let's look at the hand-made stuff."

"Okay. Do you have any pieces in here?"

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"No, I pretty much work exclusively for the BDSM

community these days."

"Like Marcus Goodfellow?"

Francis had met Marcus a number of times and quite

liked the man. His sub, Jim, was nice, too. Polite.

Interesting.

"That's right. They keep me in more than enough

business. Speaking of Marcus, have you seen any of his

work? He's amazing."

"I haven't, no. They come into the shop. They're

Killian's clients."

"They're stunning together." Nick's hand slipped into

his. "Oh, look at the glasswork."

"It's neat, huh? Fucking delicate."

"Yeah. A bitch to work with, too, from what I

understand." Nick looked at the pieces, careful not to

touch anything.

"You ever tried?" He wasn't crafty, really.

"No. I heard that if you sucked in instead of blowing

out you could burn the shit out of your mouth and

decided it wasn't for me."

He looked at Nick, just a little horrified. "Whoa."

"Yeah, I know, right? I mean, maybe I was being

punked, but even if it's not true, I'll never get that image

out of my head."

"No shit." His tongue flicked out, wetting his lips.

Ow.

"They make some beautiful stuff, though, don't

they?" Nick seemed particularly taken with a warped,

multicolored bowl with edges that were shaped almost

like flames.

"They do." He checked the price. A hundred and

twenty. That would be a neat gift for Nick.

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They'd nearly moved on to the next booth when Nick

stopped and laughed. "Look, it's a kitten." It was, too,

tiny and perfectly formed, and multi-colored.

"Meow." He rolled his eyes, winked.

Nick laughed. God, the man looked amazing when he

laughed. Happy and youthful -- not that Nick was old,

but the laughter made him seem lighter somehow.

Francis just soaked it in, enjoyed every second.

Nick drew him to the next stall, frames carved from

wood with burned accents. There was nothing here

nearly as nice as anything he'd seen at Nick's, though he

supposed it was really a different craft.

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