Part 7 (1/2)
Telltale tingles p.r.i.c.ked the back of his skull, his b.a.l.l.s drew up tight to his body and launched him straight into meltdown. Haris gasped as he came, his c.o.c.k spurting warm silky jets over his belly.
As his heart rate calmed and his breathing eased, he knew that hadn't helped at all.
Haris woke in the morning thinking about Tyler, jacked off in the shower thinking about him, and instead of a morning w.a.n.k putting him in a good mood, it set him on edge. He brushed his teeth so hard he made his gums bleed and he nicked his cheek twice with his razor. When he walked into the kitchen, Wilson gave him a long look. For once, a single glare was enough to silence his garrulous valet.
Wilson put a large mug of coffee with hot milk in front of him, poured him a gla.s.s of freshly squeezed orange juice and handed over the paper. Haris read it without taking in a word and ate two slices of toast and marmalade without tasting a mouthful.
”Could we fit a grand piano in the library?” he asked.
Wilson showed no surprise at the sudden question. ”Yes, if I could find a home for everything else you have in there. But if I might be so bold as to suggest you start with something a little smaller. Perhaps the triangle. Not that I have any doubt that as soon as you begin piano lessons, your natural talent will ensure you'll make astounding progress. I've been privileged to occasionally hear you sing in the shower and thought-what a voice. With a reasonable amount of training, it might actually be a voice I could listen to for more than a few minutes without getting a migraine. And now an instrument. It will be a delight to listen to you practice as I lie in bed directly underneath that room. Oh the joy.”
Haris smothered his smile. ”Would a grand fit through the door?”
Wilson didn't bother hiding his. ”Probably not, sir. What a shame.”
”Find one that will and get it delivered today. Budget of five thousand.”
”Yes, sir.” Then came the long suffering sigh that Haris knew so well.
As Haris had antic.i.p.ated, Kevin Flowers's hopes for a big check for the music college ensured whatever else he'd been doing that morning could wait.
”I very much enjoyed the concert last night,” Haris said, hoping he wasn't quizzed on who'd played after Tyler.
Flowers beamed. ”I was hoping we'd have a chance to talk after at the reception.”
”I had another engagement.” Haris put the check on the desk. ”I don't wish my name to be linked to the donation. Anon is fine.”
Flowers's jaw dropped when he looked at the amount. ”Most generous.”
”I like the sound of your plans to involve the community with the college and the way you encourage your students to go into local schools. You should be able to buy a few instruments with that.”
”Absolutely.”
”Any chance of showing me round the college while it's in operation? I don't want to disturb anyone, but...”
”No problem at all.” Flowers pushed to his feet.
Haris picked his moment as they headed out into the corridor. ”I thought the young man who played the Liszt was very good.”
”Tyler Bellamy. Hmm. He likes to be different. The students know full well they have to wear tuxes.”
”Is this his final year?”
”Yes, thank goodness.”
The hairs bristled on Haris's arms. ”What's he done?”
”He's difficult.” Flowers sighed. ”A bright young man but... He'll probably go far in the music world. Well, he would if he could settle on one instrument.”
Haris wanted to hear more about Tyler but knew it was unwise to look too interested. ”How many hours are students expected to practice?”
”As many as they can fit in. Some of the practice rooms are along this corridor.”
As if Haris hadn't been able to tell from the jumble of sounds coming from more instruments than he could identify. It would be too much to hope he'd b.u.mp into Tyler, and it made him wonder what the h.e.l.l he was doing. If he did see him, he'd probably freak him out. Haris hurried Flowers through the rest of the tour, stopped asking questions and didn't hide his impatience to get out of there.
When they turned a corner and Haris saw Tyler strolling toward them, he felt old and pathetic. He could have engineered a more convincing chance encounter than this. Tyler's eyes widened when he spotted him. Haris's feet appeared to be lodged in treacle. The guy was even more appealing in daylight.
”Talk of the devil,” Flowers said.
An appealing devil.
”Tyler, this is Haris Evans. He was at the concert last night and just telling me he enjoyed your performance.”
Tyler tightened his mouth into a scowl and his beautiful dark eyes went even blacker.
”Though you played La Campanella prestissimo rather than allegro,” Flowers said. ”It wasn't a race.”
”I like to play it fast,” Tyler muttered.
”Could I hear you play it again?” Stupid, stupid. Haris wanted the words back. Blood roared in his ears and he felt nauseous. His voice didn't even sound like his. What the h.e.l.l am I doing? Think of something fast. ”I'm arranging a corporate event and trying to come up with some entertainment.” That might have fooled Flowers, but not Tyler whose raised eyebrows almost made Haris laugh.
”Find an empty room and prove you can play La Campanella at the right speed,” Flowers said.
”What? Now?” Tyler asked.
”If you're not busy.” Haris turned to Flowers and held out his hand. ”Thank you for showing me round. I'm sure Tyler can point the way out.” He couldn't be clearer than that.
Flowers shook his hand. ”Thank you so much for the...yes, well. Thank you. If you decide you don't want Tyler, I can suggest some other...more suitable students.”
Haris's gut clenched. Flowers headed left and Tyler stalked off in the other direction, checking the rooms he pa.s.sed. Haris followed, his breathing ragged. He wondered if he'd ever felt more nervous about making a move. But that was largely because he only ever made a move in a place where men were after the same thing as him. A fast f.u.c.k.
When they were inside a practice room and the door was shut, Tyler turned to face him with his arms crossed, defiance written all over him. ”What the f.u.c.k do you want?”
Haris opened his mouth and nothing came out.
”You really were at the concert, weren't you? Flowers b.l.o.o.d.y knows you. f.u.c.king h.e.l.l. Did you follow me from here last night?” He started to pace. ”Of course you did. Thinking of blackmailing me into being your sub? Going to threaten to tell Flowers what I do in my spare time? Well, it's got nothing to do with anyone but me.”
Oh s.h.i.+t.
Tyler came right up into his s.p.a.ce, so close his breath hit Haris's lips. ”Changed your mind about f.u.c.king me? Want to see my latest test for STDs? I'm clean as a whistle. That make it okay? Want to go to some cheap hotel for an hour? Collect the thanks you refused last night?”
”No.” Although his c.o.c.k thought that was a b.l.o.o.d.y fantastic idea.
Tyler backed away. ”What are you doing here?”
”Play for me.”
”I'm not some performing monkey.”
”I want to hear you play.” I want to f.u.c.k you. ”I want to see you play.” I want my c.o.c.k in your mouth. ”I want to get to know you.” I want to suck your c.o.c.k.