He could hear some faint groans from the other side of the wall, and smiled at the thought that he was pleasing his mystery man. He opened his laptop case, beginning the process of packing up his things while thinking in relief about how he had just narrowly escaped a painful few hours with The Walrus—a nickname aptly given for both Mr Gordon’s classy moustache and his fondness for The Beatles. Hot xxx Usually. “Suck it up,” he whispered to himself, and without a moment’s hesitation more, closed his eyes and slipped it into his mouth. Down the stairs to a basement dancefloor, the place was packed. He licked his lips again, his breathing still quick and shallow. He thought of Patrick as he downed the shots, giving him a mental toast, and then sat with his beer with his back to the
