Auction Action
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Duncan rode down to the parking level, striding to his sports car before zooming toward Frederick’s shop. When he arrived, his luck held, and Duncan was able to pull the Ferrari up right in front of the store. The store looked open, but Duncan saw that the closed sign had been turned facing out on the door. Getting out, he saw Frederick unlock the door to allow him inside.
“So, dear boy, is this the young man you were telling me about?” a regal older woman asked from where she was seated near Frederick’s desk.
“Saundra, this is Duncan Prescott. Duncan, you probably know Saundra Garlock,” Frederick said as he refilled her teacup. Duncan stepped forward and took her dainty hand in his.
“We know of each other, I believe,” Saundra began, setting down her cup with practiced ease, “but we’ve never been able to chat.” She motioned toward a chair, and Duncan sat, taking a teacup from Frederick. “My dear boy here tells me that you know how to be discreet.” She picked up her cup once again, looking at both of them. “He also tells me that you are interested in the Jennings painting I purchased a few weeks ago.”
So she was Frederick’s client, the grand dame of Milwaukee society. His Frederick was certainly full of surprises. “Yes, ma’am, I am.” Duncan admitted, peering at Frederick over his teacup, still wondering what was going on.
“He’s knows me well enough to know that I’m not interested in selling the portrait, but he came up with a brilliant idea and I have agreed—on one condition, which I’ll get to in a minute. I have agreed to let Frederick arrange to have a single canvas print made of the portrait. And if I ever decide to sell, I will of course give you first option.”
“What’s your condition?” Duncan asked, wondering if he was being played.
“You have to tell me why this is important enough for Frederick to ask.” Duncan saw her eyes dancing with curiosity that she hid with elegant grace behind her teacup.
Duncan held her gaze as he told her about his great-aunt. “I know you want her because she was one of the few portraits Jennings ever did, but I want her because she’s my relative.”
Saundra set her cup on the table. “She never knew about the portrait?”
“As far as we can tell, no,” Duncan set down his cup as well. “We found out about it purely by accident. The painting was meant as an act of love, and no one knew about it except the giver, who passed away before the gift could be given. And to be clear, the Prescott Foundation would buy the painting, but I really want it for my cousin. Bernadette is not only named after my great-aunt, but she looks amazingly like her.” Duncan sat on the edge of his chair. “My cousin is the sweetest, kindest person I have ever known, and she’ll never have the mental capabilities to advance beyond about 14. She has been told the story of her namesake many times, and it would mean a great deal to her to have the portrait.”
Duncan stood up and moved closer to Saundra, taking her hand in his. “So I will take you up on your generous offer and gladly have a print made of the portrait. It will mean the world to my cousin.” Duncan leaned forward and carefully placed a kiss on her cheek. “Thank you so very much.” Duncan stepped back and watched as Saundra blinked a few times before standing up, her back as straight as a ramrod.
“You’re welcome, young man,” she said before turning to Frederick and nodding. “I’ll contact you about next month’s auction.”
“Of course,” Frederick replied as he walked around the desk and held the door for her. Duncan wandered through the tiny shop, giving them some privacy, turning around when he heard the shop door close. He saw Frederick lock the door before pulling the shade in the window.
“Aren’t we leaving too?” Duncan asked as he saw Frederick prowl toward him, and his throat immediately went dry. Frederick didn’t say anything, which meant that “Sir” was making an appearance. After that first night, Duncan had refused to call Frederick “Sir,” and in fact had taken to calling him Freddie during sex, which he knew drove Frederick nuts, but he didn’t care. In his mind, though, he still called that part of his lover Sir, but only to himself.
“Go in the back,” Frederick told him, and Duncan pushed the curtain aside and stepped into the small space. “You have until I return to get naked.” The curtain fell back into place, and Duncan began shedding his clothes. He could hear Frederick’s footsteps out front and moved faster as he heard them approach. He’d been half hard for most of his visit, but he was pulsating now, and by the time he’d stripped down and Frederick pushed back the curtain, he was throbbing and panting for breath.
Frederick’s hand touched his chest and pressed backward. Duncan moved until he reached the wall. Frederick’s hand moved lightly down his chest and stomach before wrapping around his cock and squeezing, holding him tight. “I want you to reach over your head. There’s a peg in the wall. Hold it and don’t let go,” Frederick told him before his tongue flicked around one of Duncan’s nipples. “You’re not to move. If you do, I will stop and leave you where you are.” Frederick had never done that, and Duncan knew it was just his way, although he also knew his lover never made idle threats.
Fredrick sucked on one of his nipples, and Duncan did his best to stand as still as possible. Frederick knew they were sensitive and he loved to make Duncan squirm, which was not hard for his lover to do. Every time Frederick touched him, it felt right and perfect. The smallest touch in a public place could make him wish they were home alone. “Freddie,” Duncan whined, and Frederick smiled up at him before kissing a line down his stomach. Duncan’s cock jumped as Frederick’s lips got close to it, and he honestly tried not to whimper.
“I’m going to taste you, and you’re going to let me and keep that beautiful ass against the wall until I’m ready for it.” Duncan shivered like he always did at Frederick’s commanding tone, and the way he knew what Duncan wanted without him ever having to ask. Granted, some things were obvious, but Frederick picked up on the subtle things and turned them into something special. Duncan’s legs began to shake with excitement as Frederick cupped his balls, tongue licking along his shaft. Once he was good and wet, Frederick blew on his skin, and Duncan thumped his head back against the wall, forgetting it was there as he shivered.
Without warning, Frederick took him deep, sucking his cock hard, and Duncan groaned and whimpered, trying to suppress the nearly overwhelming urge to thrust his hips. Duncan knew that Frederick was in charge and he liked it that way. Frederick was responsible for the pleasure of both of them, and he always delivered in spectacular fashion. Frederick made these small noises while he sucked him, and Duncan watched as his cock disappeared between Frederick’s lips. Damn, that looked good, and Duncan had to close his eyes or he was going to come already just from the amazing sight.
“Turn around,” Frederick said after he’d let Duncan slip from his lips. “Keep your hands on the peg and stretch your arms, knees against the wall.” Duncan complied, knowing his butt stuck out, which was Frederick’s intention. “Perfect,” his lover crooned, and he stroked Duncan’s butt, fingers lightly grazing his hole. “I know what you want.”
“Uh-huh,” Duncan said, “but can I ask something,” Duncan said breathlessly, even as one of Frederick’s fingers slid inside him. “You didn’t have to talk to Saundra.”
“No, I didn’t,” Frederick said as a second finger joined the first, scissoring inside him, and Duncan’s head fell backward from the sensation, but he held tight, knowing if he let go, he’d fall to the floor and disappoint Frederick. The fingers slipped away, and Duncan heard a package tear open. That sound made his heart race and his mouth go completely dry. “I called Saundra for one specific reason.” Duncan felt Frederick’s cock press to his hole, but go no further. “I love you,” Frederick whispered in Duncan’s ear, and the shiver that started with those words intensified as Frederick plunged into his body, joining them together in one swift, sure movement.
“Oh fuck, you love me?” Duncan gasped, his mind and body instantly overloading.
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ed out and held still, just pressing at his opening. “Yes, I love you, Duncan. I’ve been in love with you for a while, but I realized how much when you told Saundra the reason for wanting the painting.” Frederick thrust into him and held still, his hips pressed to Duncan’s ass, chest tight to Duncan’s back, the skin-on-skin contact amazing.
“I don’t think now is a good time to talk about my cousin,” Duncan gritted out trying to push her from his mind.
“I agree,” Frederick said, thrusting deep and hard, ramming into him with incredible force. “But I still love you so very much,” Frederick kept moving inside him as he continued pouring declarations of love into Duncan’s ears. Duncan tried to say something in return, but when Frederick adjusted his angle slightly, Duncan forgot his name, let alone any other coherent thought. He felt Frederick’s hands dig into his hips as he fucked him halfway to heaven. Duncan held on to the peg for dear life as his head lolled back and his eyes began to cross. He gave himself completely into his lover’s expert hands. He felt when Frederick’s rhythm began to falter, and then he felt him still and throb inside him.
Frederick remained joined with him as he reached to Duncan’s cock and began stroking. “I love you, Duncan Prescott, and I want you to come for me.” Duncan dropped his head back against Frederick’s shoulder and held on as waves of pleasure built inside his body. He didn’t have to do anything. Frederick already knew him so well that with just the right touch Duncan was soon coming over Frederick’s hand, gasping for air, with his eyes clamped shut for fear they would fly out of his head.
Duncan felt Frederick slip from his body even as he was still coming, and once the sensation passed, Duncan hung against the wall, completely drained of all energy, straining for breath. “I love you too,” he gasped, and felt Frederick’s hands soothe over his skin before helping him stand. Duncan turned around and pulled Frederick to him, holding his lover tight. “I love you, Freddie.”
“I love you,” Frederick whispered as he held him back. How long they stood like that Duncan didn’t know or care. “We should get dressed and get you home where we can make love in a proper bed.”
Duncan found the strength to stand unaided and they began to pull their clothes back on. Once they were dressed, Duncan’s phone began to ring. It was his mother inviting them both to Sunday dinner. “Are you up for it?” Duncan asked Frederick, smiling that his father had truly gotten his message.
“I’ll go anywhere with you,” Frederick told him. “And while we’re making plans, there’s an auction in Chicago next month that Saundra wishes me to attend for her. Do you want to go with me? It should be quite interesting.”
“As long as the action after the auction is as interesting as the sale room,” Duncan quipped.
Duncan jumped when Frederick lightly smacked his butt. “I think I can guarantee that.”
About the Author
Andrew Grey is the only male author to receive the Romance Writers of America Centennial Award, for having published 100 novels, and the only M/M author to do so.
He grew up in western Michigan with a father who loved to tell stories and a mother who loved to read them. Since then he has lived throughout the country and traveled throughout the world. He has a master’s degree from the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee and works in information systems for a large corporation. Andrew’s hobbies include collecting antiques, gardening, and leaving his dirty dishes anywhere but in the sink (particularly when writing). He considers himself blessed with an accepting family, fantastic friends, and the world’s most supportive and loving partner. Andrew currently lives in beautiful, historic Carlisle, Pennsylvania.
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