The Gravy Train by Barry Lowe

Author:Barry Lowe [Lowe, Barry]
Language: nld
Format: epub
Tags: Barry Lowe, loveyoudivine alterotica, Gay Lit, lyd, His and His Kisses, e-book, humour, emo, contemporary, sex on a train, Sex on the London Eye, London, soup recipes, murder mystery, exhibitionism
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

what I would have done if he’d gutted you.” He

was lathering my face with kisses as I tried,

unsuccessfully, to untangle him from my body,

particularly as I was still naked. When I looked up

I saw Jan glaring, not at all impressed his

boyfriend was crying and swearing undying love

to his naked competition.

“It’s not what it looks like, Jan,” I said. “Your

very brave boyfriend just saved my life and could

have been stabbed in the process. I think he’s just

a little in shock.”

Marsala wiped his eyes and looked up at Jan.

“It all happened so fast. It was awful.” As he got

up he still managed to squeeze my cock

affectionately unseen by the man at the door but

well within the view of Danny who turned his nose

up at the liberty.

Jan snorted. “The Belgian police are here and

want to talk to all of us. You, in particular,” he said,

pointing to me with what seemed fiendish delight.

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Danny stepped in. “Tell them we’ll be along in

a minute. Mr. Reznor has to get dressed.”

When we were alone, Danny did a basic repair

on the damaged doors and went in search of one

of the train crew to see what could be done while

I dressed. By the time he was back I was ready for

the third degree I was going to get from the local

constabulary.

In the end, it was a fairly painless and routine

exercise. Obviously someone had already got to

the Belgian authorities before they began to

question me. They treated me with courtesy and

there was none of the good cop/bad cop bullshit.

Barzun watched the proceedings with an air of

detachment while scrutinising us individually, as

if we were insects under his magnifying glass.

We were allowed to go to our respective berths

after the questioning was complete, told we could

leave tomorrow as planned but that Inspecteur

Barzun who was working in close conjunction with

Interpol was handling the case and at liberty to

make an arrest in any European jurisdiction. I had

obviously underestimated the good inspecteur. In

more ways than one.

Danny was eager to get me alone in our berth –

for all the wrong reasons. We returned to find the locks

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on our cabin and bathroom door repaired in a

perfunctory but solid manner. Chains had also been

fastened to the insides of both doors for extra security.

“What is it, Danny? I’m fucked,” I said when

he was reluctant to let me go to bed.

“Yes, I saw it oozing out of your arse when I

burst in on you and the inspector.”

I didn’t like his tone and told him so. “My

private life is no concern of yours.”

“Of course, you’re right,” he said, his eyes

downcast. “But my job is to look after you and

while there’s some maniac out there trying to kill

you, I think you should be more careful.”

I sighed. “For all I know, you could be that

maniac, Danny.”

He looked disappointed in the extreme at my

comment. “I could have killed you at any time if

I’d wanted to. And why would I rescue from almost

certain arrest in the city earlier tonight?”

He was correct, of course. He’d also jogged my

memory.

“What were you doing in the city anyway?”

“I do have a life, you know,” he said cheekily.

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