Fifty Shades Of Gay (M×B)

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Nathan opens the passenger door to the black Audi SUV, and I clamber in. It’s a beast of
a car. He hasn’t mentioned the outburst of passion that exploded in the elevator. Should I?

Should we talk about it or pretend that it didn’t happen? It hardly seems real, my first proper no-holds-barred kiss. As time ticks on, I assign it mythical, Arthurian legend, Lost City of Atlantis status. It never happened, it never existed. Perhaps I imagined it all.
No.
I touch my lips, swollen from his kiss. It definitely happened. I am a changed man. I want this man, desperately, and he wanted me.
I glance at him. Nathan is his usual polite, slightly distant self.
How confusing.
He starts the engine and reverses out of his space in the parking lot. He switches on the MP3 player. The car interior is filled with the sweetest, most magical music of two women singing.
Oh wow… all my senses are in disarray, so this is doubly affecting. It sends delicious shivers up my spine. Nathan pulls out on to SW Park Avenue, and he drives with easy, lazy confidence.

“What are we listening to?”
“It’s the Flower Duet by Delibes, from the opera Lakmé. Do you like it?”
“Nathaniel, it’s wonderful.”

“It is, isn’t it?” he grins, glancing at me. And for a fleeting moment, he seems his age;
young, carefree, and heart-stoppingly beautiful. Is this the key to him? Music? I sit and listen to the angelic voices, teasing and seducing me.
“Can I hear that again?”
“Of course.” Nathan pushes a button, and the music is caressing me once more. It’s
a gentle, slow, sweet, and sure assault on my aural senses.
“You like classical music?” I ask, hoping for a rare insight into his personal prefer
ences.
“My taste is eclectic, Alexander, everything from Thomas Tallis to the Kings of Leon.
It depends on my mood. You?”
“Me too. Though I don’t know who Thomas Tallis is.”
He turns and gazes at me briefly before his eyes are back on the road.
“I’ll play it for you sometime. He’s a sixteenth century British composer. Tudor,
church choral music.” Nathan grins at me. “Sounds very esoteric, I know, but it’s also
magical, Alexander.”
He presses a button, and the Kings of Leon start singing. Hmm… this I know. Sex on Fire. How appropriate. The music is interrupted by the sound of a cell phone ringing over the MP3 speakers. Nathan hits a button on the steering wheel.
“Dell,” he snaps. He’s so brusque.
“Mr. Dell, it’s Welch here. I have the information you require.” A rasping, disembodied voice comes over the speakers.
“Good. Email it to me. Anything to add?”
“No sir.”
He presses the button, then the call ceases and the music is back. No goodbye or thanks. I’m so glad that I never seriously entertained the thought of working for him. I shudder at the very idea. He’s just too controlling and cold with his employees. The music
cuts off again for the phone.
“Dell.”
“The NDA has been emailed to you, Mr. Dell.” A woman’s voice.
“Good. That’s all, Andrea.”
“Good day, sir.”
Nathan hangs up by pressing a button on the steering wheel. The music is on very
briefly when the phone rings again. Holy hell, is this his life, constant nagging phone calls?
“Dell,” he snaps.
“Hi, Nathan, d’you get laid?”
“Hello, Maxen  I’m on speaker phone, and I’m not alone in the car,” Nathan sighs.
“Who’s with you?”
Nathan rolls his eyes.
“Alexander Miller.”
“Hi, Alex!”
Alex!
“Hello, Maxen.”
“Heard a lot about you,” Maxen murmurs huskily. Nathan frowns.
“Don’t believe a word Max says.”

Elliot laughs.
“I’m dropping Alexander off now.” Nathaniel an emphasizes my name. “Shall I pick you up?”
“Sure.”
“See you shortly.” Nathan hangs up, and the music is back.
“Why do you insist on calling me Alexander?”
“Because it’s your name.”
“I prefer Alex.”
“Do you now?” he murmurs.
We are almost at my apartment. It’s not taken long.
“Alexander,” he muses. I scowl at him, but he ignores my expression. “What happened
in the elevator - it won’t happen again, well, not unless it’s premeditated.”
He pulls up outside my duplex. I belatedly realize he’s not asked me where I live - yet he knows. But then he sent the books, of course he knows where I live. What able, cellphone-tracking, helicopter owning, stalker wouldn’t.
Why won’t he kiss me again? I pout at the thought. I don’t understand. Honestly,
his surname should be Cryptic, not Dell. He climbs out of the car, walking with easy,
long-legged grace round to my side to open the door, ever the gentleman - except perhaps
in rare, precious moments in elevators. I flush at the memory of his mouth on mine, and
the thought that I’d been unable to touch him enters my mind. I wanted to run my fingers
through his decadent, untidy hair, but I’d been unable to move my hands. I am retrospectively frustrated.
“I liked what happened in the elevator,” I murmur as I climb out of the car. I’m not sure
if I hear an audible gasp, but I choose to ignore it and head up the steps to the front door.
Max and Maxen are sitting at our dining table. I just realized they both answer almost this name. Thank heavens. I have plans for them. He has the most un-Max ridiculous grin on his face, and he looks mussed up in a sexy kind of way. Nathan follows me into the living area, and in spite of his I’ve-been-having-a-good-time-all-night grin,

Max eyes him suspiciously.
“Hi Alex.” He leaps up to hug me, then holds me at arm’s length so she can examine me. She frowns and turns to Nathan.
“Good morning, Nathan,” he says, and his tone is a little hostile.
“Mr Gutierrez,” he says in his stiff formal way.
“Nathan, his name is Max,” Maxen grumbles.
“Max.”Nathan gives him a polite nod and glares at Maxen who grins and rises to hug me too.
“Hi, Alex,” he smiles, his blue eyes twinkling, and I like him immediately. He’s obviously nothing like Nathan, but then they’re step brothers.
“Hi, Maxen,” I smile at him, and I’m aware that I’m biting my lip.
“Maxen, we’d better go.” Nathan says mildly.
“Sure.” He turns to Max and pulls him into his arms and gives him a long lingering kiss.
Jeez… get a room. I stare at my feet, embarrassed. I glance up at Nathan, and he’s watching me intently. I narrow my eyes at him. Why can’t you kiss me like that? Frowns.

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