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Profound In His Silence [MultiFormat]
eBook by G.R. Richards
eBook Category: Erotica/Menage Erotica/Gay Fiction
eBook Description: Will an opera novice snag the leading role...or the leading man? For a cocky young opera performer, there sure are a lot of things Charles has never done. Until he snags the title role in a new production of Debussy's impressionist opera Pelléas et Mélisande, he's never even played a part outside the men's chorus. Rehearsals are hell with a merciless director like Jean-Luc, but Charles's conversations with co-star Bo make the days bearable. In fact, things just keep getting better when the director finally admits that his artistic vision involves strong homoerotic overtones. Charles can get on board with that idea, on stage and also in his budding relationship with Bo, but in this domain, too, there are things Charles has never done. Can Bo assuage Charles's fears on his own, or will the director need to take charge once again? Genres: Gay / Contemporary / The Arts / Interracial / Multicultural / Menage (M/M/M) / Group Sex / Exhibitionism / Public Places
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, Published: 2010
Fictionwise Release Date: January 2012
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Bo closed the door and locked it. This was almost becoming a routine for them. An impish grin bled across Bo's lips as he turned off the overbearing lights. The sun hadn't quite set, but it was getting close. A dim orange haze flooded through the skylights, illuminating Bo's path. He wandered over to the semi-circular ledge they'd used as the Blind Man's Well in rehearsals. Charles smiled, and his cock jerked in his leather pants. Jean-Luc had insisted Golaud and Pelléas be costumed as Leather Daddy and leather boy, like gay superheroes. They had similar outfits, though Charles's vest still had pins in it--he hadn't let that wardrobe girl finish her job.
"I missed you," Bo said, straddling Charles as he lay back on the ledge. Reaching up, Charles set his palm against the bulge in Bo's leather pants and rubbed it. No fly or buttons in the front, just in back, and the leather was supple as butter. Bo's cock responded immediately, and he rocked his hips against Charles's hand, bending slightly at the knees. "Did you miss me?"
"I always miss you," Charles said. "Every moment we're not together I miss you."
Bo leaned down until his palms rested on the ledge, one on either side of Charles's head. With a short, teasing peck of a kiss, he said, "So come home with me. We'll do all this on a bed, for once, instead of on set pieces."
Still rubbing Bo's erection, Charles swallowed hard. Why did they have to revisit this topic with such frequency? "I'm just afraid we'll get carried away," he said.
"We won't." Bo kissed him harder this time, shifting back, pressing his leather-clad cock against Charles. "Trust me."
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