From the WiP: Brick by Brick (Six Easy Pieces)

Defiance turned to insolence. “You should be grateful, old man. You’re the first.” Shedding dewy youth, the boy’s face hardened into tight lines, the mouth pinched with a mixture of disgust and superiority.

Transient thoughts of his becoming a white knight vanished under the glare of eyes too old and too experienced for their own good. Ian pointed to a pile of black leather straps and assorted paraphernalia lying on a small chest. “That’s yours. And you better hurry. They’ll be expecting us soon.”

Bricker’s knees creaked as he stood up. Feeling all semblance of normalcy vanish, all he could think to ask was, “What are you wearing?”

Ian clamped a studded collar around his neck, then gauntlets on each wrist. He spun and chirped, “Tah dah!” The drug was having the desired effect. Brick flushed and tried not to look. He failed. The boy was so perfectly proportioned, so exquisitely fey, it was impossible not to gaze on the soft contours masking hard edges that oozed sensuality.

A gliding sensation of repulsion and intense desire crawled over his skin as it prickled in warning.

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