“We don’t look anything like brothers, and you’re Danish and weird. How about we say I’m your…financial advisor?”
Nikolas almost laughed. “Whatever you feel comfortable carrying off, but we are not—”
“Oh, go on, say the word. I’m going to enjoy this.”
Nik clenched his jaw, but he was trying not to smile at the same time. “Follow that hairdresser’s car, and do not touch anything.”
§§§
Ben wasn’t sure what he was supposed to think about the house. They followed the agent up the drive, a smooth red, newly laid driveway lined with immaculate green lawns. The house was all glass and chrome with touches of oak and stone, so it could call itself an eco house. The entrance lobby was marble, the living room furnished in cream leather. The kitchen was vast and kitted out like something from a food programme—chrome machines, a central island sink and even a butler’s pantry. There was a laundry and a cinema room, and an indoor pool under a glass atrium with a sauna, steam room, and attached gym. Upstairs, the master bedroom had a wetroom bigger than their current kitchen. Nikolas kept his expression neutral throughout. Ben did, until he heard the agent say, “Of course, there is room for manoeuvre on the four point two. My clients have already bought in South Africa and would consider something beginning with a three, if that was followed by a nine.”
Ben’s eyes widened; he frowned and mouthed questioningly at Nikolas, “Four point two what?”
Nikolas ignored him and said, “I would like to see the stables.”
The stables were bigger than Ben’s cottage had been. He watched Nikolas’s face as he examined each of the six stalls. It retained its neutral expression. Finally, he nodded to Ben and said to the agent, “We will be in touch,” and walked back to the car.
As Ben climbed in beside him and watched the agent tear off in his slightly worrying car, he glanced anxiously at the house then over at Nikolas. Nikolas chuckled and patted his leg. “You think very loudly, but for once we are in total accord. It is not right.”
Ben let out a sigh of relief. “Next one then?”
Nik pursed his lips. “It is more promising.”
“So…about the four point two thing…”
“Or possibly a three if followed by a nine. What a grotesque little oik.”
Ben gave a shocked laugh. “My God, the bloody blueblood is never far under the surface, is it?”
“I am Rus— Danish, Benjamin. I cannot have blueblood, however rich I am.”
“So…how rich are you?”
Nikolas narrowed his eyes. “That is a very worrying question from my new financial advisor. I have…sufficient…”
“You have four point two million pounds? Christ.”
“I have a little more than that, but please do not mention that to one of these agent-type people.”
“So youcouldafford that house we just saw with a pool and the gym…and that shower?”
Nikolas gave him a long look. “Wecould, yes. Perhaps, I must begin to think that what is mine is yours also.”
Ben added quickly, “And then mine would be yours.”
Nikolas turned away for a moment, bit his lip to control his laughter and said seriously, “Your motorbike is in pieces on my kitchen floor and your leather jacket was eaten by your dog. Ah…perhaps you mean for me to share Radulf? How delightful, part ownership of a gay dog. I do not recall anything else of yours I particularly covet.”
“Oh, I don’t know. I can think of one thing…”
Nikolas laughed. “Well, yes, I would have to admit to coveting that. As it happens, we have an hour before our next appointment and it is only five miles from here. I feel like breaking the tenth commandment. And the seventh, while I still have the opportunity.”
“Here? In the car?”
Nikolas glanced around. “Oh, look…a house. I wonder if…” He produced a key from his pocket. “Spotty teen may miss this soon. I suggest we make haste.” Nikolas wasn’t quite so pleased with himself when he discovered that the key he’d taken was for the stable block and not the house, but the stables had their own attraction. Ben couldn’t say that Sir Nikolas Mikkelsen, bespoke suit discarded on the floor, shirt ripped open and slipping off his shoulders, was not a very attractive sight.
Ben pushed him face first into one of the walls and stood behind, his cock long and jutting out of his own suit. He licked a finger and teased Nik for a while, admiring the still healing bite mark he’d given him a few days before on the Saddleworth moors. He pressed his mouth to Nikolas’s shoulder, and before Nikolas could say urgently, “Don’t!” he’d bitten him again. Hard. Nikolas winced and flinched away, swearing in a weird mixture of languages, and he swung a fist back to punish Ben, but Ben caught the hand, seized the other wrist and pinned him hard to the wall. Then he bit him again, just because he could, and nothing was as good as the taste of Nikolas’s warm skin.
When Nik tried to ram his head back to stop him, Ben sank something other than teeth into him, but he didn’t let go of the shoulder. Only when he tasted blood did he begin to lick and suck gently at the wound as he brought them both, with long, hard thrusts, to knee-staggering orgasms.
