"Pardon my interruption..." Hugo said as he appeared at Roger's side at the bar. He put his arm around the blond and smiled at Julien. The older man smiled back at the familiar face.
"Hugo..." Julien remarked as he brought his cigarette to his mouth. "You'll have to excuse me...I'm busy at the moment..." Julien advised him as he gazed seductively at Roger. The blond felt Hugo squeeze his shoulder.
"I'm afraid you're out of luck tonight with this one..." Hugo informed Julien as the older man began to lose his smile. Roger turned to see what Hugo meant as he kept his eyes on Julien.
"I think that would be up to Roger to decide...don't you think?" Julien responded as he formed a devious expression and returned his gaze to the blond. Roger was confused by the exchange taking place between these two men.
"Decide what?" Roger questioned as both turned to look at him.
"Julien is looking for a certain kind of companionship Roger...and I'm not sure it's your kind of game..." Hugo answered. Julien leaned forward as he placed his hand on Roger's thigh and gave him a earnest expression.
"You said you enjoy a little danger..." Julien reminded him. Roger quickly tried to ascertain what kind of danger Julien was referring to.
"What kind of danger are you referring to?" Roger plainly asked the older man. Julien gave him an eager smile and gestured at the glass of green liquid.
"I like to dabble in poisons and pleasure..." Julien replied. "And a few rope tricks along the way..." he said as he squeezed Roger's thigh. The blond reached down and gently pushed his hand away. Now grateful for Hugo's interference.
"I'm afraid Hugo is right..." Roger responded with a smooth smile. "That isn't my idea of a good time..." he confirmed as Julien pulled his hand back and formed a disappointed look.
"Au revoir ma petite crevette..." Julien told him as he slid from his barstool and grabbed his drink to leave. Hugo remained at Roger's side and picked up the almost empty glass of Absinthe.
"He was plying you with Absinthe..." Hugo stated as they both watched Julien slither away to find a new plaything. "You have to be wary of certain types around here..." Hugo cautioned as Roger felt relieved he was being looked after.
"Thanks..." Roger told the man gratefully. He stood up to return to the table with his host. "What did he say when he walked off?" Roger questioned as the men walked to the reserved table. Julien smirked at him.
"He said goodbye sweet little shrimp..." Hugo answered. Roger felt a touch offended at being called a shrimp.
"I'm no shrimp!" Roger complained as Hugo chuckled at him.
"Sorry...it's the literal translation...but he meant that he viewed you as lovely little twink!" Hugo clarified. Roger knew the word twink. He had been called that before by interested men in London.
"Right..." Roger said as Hugo pulled his empty chair out for him to sit. The person who had taken Roger's chair was gone and Freddie eyed his protege with curiosity.
"There you are!" Freddie scolded Roger as Hugo walked over to take his seat. "I sent Hugo off to see where you had wondered off to..." he advised. Roger picked up his drink from earlier to find it was empty as he listened to Freddie.
"He rescued me from a questionable admirer..." Roger divulged as Freddie's mouth fell open.
"What kind of admirer?" Freddie asked as Hugo leaned in to the conversation.
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Tenement Funster
Hayran KurguWhen Brian got the chance to housesit for a cousin over the summer he felt lucky to get some breathing space. As a junior editor sharing a flat with other guys, he welcomed the chance to have some real privacy. Little did he know that this was go...
