Slippery Creatures (The Will Darling Adventures, #1)

by K.J. Charles

And he owned a lot of books, although just now and then, when it got dark and the shelves loomed over him, he got the feeling that they owned him.

He’d been apprenticed to a joiner before the war, but that felt like decades ago: all he was good at now was killing people, which was discouraged.

“My dear chap, this is a bookshop. There’s never anywhere better to be.

“You like challenges?” Kim’s eyelids lowered a little. “Love them.”

This was masterly, and blissful. Lips, teeth, tongue, a blaze of sensation, his cock going far deeper into Kim’s throat than he’d thought possible, plus Kim’s hands on his hips, pulling Will forward.

Oh Christ, he wants me to fuck his mouth, he likes it in his mouth.

His mouth was obscenely open, lips red with friction, and beautifully filled with Will’s erection.

Thank God they were British. He took a deep breath. “Cup of tea?”

“What I say is, one can be as moral as one likes but one should have the courtesy to do it in private, like any other bad habit.

If you couldn’t have a thing without hurting someone who didn’t deserve it, you shouldn’t have it.

They are driven by staggering greed at the top and fanatic idealism below, and between greed and fanaticism people can justify anything.

“I like to please,” he said, voice low. “I like sucking pricks. Does that bother you?”

“You do like pleasing people.” He took a grip of the length, and started moving his hand, feeling Kim strain up into his fist. “Are you this hard from sucking me off?” Kim’s eyes snapped to his and his hips stilled. Will grinned savagely at him. “Because I’ve got to tell you, that makes me fucking horny.”

“I like getting fucked, yes. I realise one isn’t supposed to, but there we are. Does that matter?”

“How do you want me, Will? Would you like to find out just how hard it would make me to take your cock?” “Jesus. Yes. You’ll have to talk me through it, though.” Kim plucked the whisky glass out of his hand and put both tumblers on the bedside table. “My pleasure.”

Why do we count the cost of change, but not the cost of the world staying the same?”

“My name, since you raise the topic, is Arthur Aloysius Kimberley de Brabazon Secretan. What would you do in my place?” “Leave the country,” Will said wholeheartedly. “You poor bastard, you never stood a chance.”

could be the start of a story or the end of one, Will thought, as they headed out together into the cold, dark street. It could be a farewell, or the foundation of a friendship. It could be an awkward drink in a crowded pub with an upper-class man wound tighter than a neurasthenic’s pocket watch, or just possibly something else entirely, something precious and fragile that Will didn’t want to look at straight on in case he jinxed it. It could be anything. He might as well find out what.