The Uncertain Customer by Pearl Love Page A

he is confused by what he has found between Aster’s legs.”
    Unable to find a meaningful response to the astute observation, Wilcox merely blinked up into Gardenia’s now-smiling face.
    “Hmm, that’s what I thought. Perhaps you simply need a bit of help. I do resemble Wincenty de Lesseur’s Cupid.” The boy’s grin increased in width and lewdness. “Or so a gentleman once told me while I was busily sucking on his John Thomas.”
    Wilcox sputtered, but Gardenia merely bent down and bussed his lips in a playful kiss as though he weren’t in danger of having a seizure. “I hardly think this is an appropriate topic of conversation,” Wilcox finally managed to choke out, wondering if he sounded as ridiculous as he felt. Apparently so, for Gardenia merely shook his head and tsked at him.
    “What more appropriate place than this to explore matters of the heart?” The boy straightened abruptly as his expression grew suspiciously bright. “I’ve got it!”
    Apprehensive of what had the lad so excited, Wilcox inquired despite his instinct to draw Gardenia’s head down and put an end this foolishness by removing his ability to speak. “And precisely what have you ‘got’?”
    Gardenia bit his lower lip and looked askance at the other couple. “Would you like to see us together, my lords?” he said loud enough for Church and Aster to hear him. “What do you say, Aster? Should we give the gentlemen a show?”
    The suggestion instantly garnered Church’s attention. He detached his lips from his gasping prize, though his hand remained busy with its dexterous pursuit. One light-colored brow was raised in intrigue as he looked over at Gardenia. “Now, that sounds interesting. What exactly did you have in mind?”
    Gardenia climbed off a mortified Wilcox, who rushed to hide the evidence of his own arousal with trembling hands. He crawled across the vast mattress, leaving his blue kimono in a puddle of silk behind him. Stopping only once he had resumed his former position, this time over Aster’s extended legs, he tossed Church a cheeky grin. “If you think us pleasing separately, just think of how much better we’d look together.” Leaning forward, Gardenia touched his tongue to the corner of the other boy’s mouth. “Besides, there are no strangers here. Why should we segregate ourselves during this time we have together?”
    “Now, see here!” Wilcox whispered to his erstwhile playmate, anxiety morphing the protest into a rasping hiss.
    “Ah, you are clearly a young man of superior vision.” Church’s aspect took on that singular expression which historically had resulted in Wilcox landing in a heap of trouble. “Yes, I approve of this scheme of yours, my love. What say you, Wilcox? Excellent!” he continued before Wilcox could even form a coherent objection to the mad plan.
    “Very good, my lord,” Gardenia replied with mock solemnity.
    Aster shot his friend a look of profound gratitude when Gardenia took his hand and tugged him until he was free of Church’s lap. Wilcox experienced another twinge of sympathy for the lad’s ill-concealed distaste for his current occupation. Any pangs of guilt at participating in the boy’s debauchment were, however, instantly routed by the spectacle of the two young men pressing their lips together in uncontrived passion.
    “Now, there’s a vision to behold,” Church breathed.
    Wilcox stared in silent agreement. His erection, which had flagged at the threat of his regard for his friend being exposed, rallied quickly at the voyeuristic display. Since Gardenia had already lost his clothing during their romp, there was no obstacle for Aster to overcome when he curved his hands around the smaller boy’s flanks. He rubbed his thumbs gently over the pale flesh, the ghostly caress making Gardenia shiver. The tease bespoke long familiarity, and the pressure in Wilcox’s groin worsened as his mind flooded with speculation regarding what Leslie’s flowers got up to