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Art for Heart's Sake

By: Pelaam



Ryan gave a bone-weary yawn and, for the umpteenth time in just a couple of minutes, rechecked his ponytail was still secure as he adjusted his cap. Tony, owner of the small fast-food cafe/take-away, would be furious to know that at 1.30 a.m. he was alone in the shop. Ryan had already decided to start cleaning up and closing down. Sometimes the place could be open till 4.00 a.m. but this was midweek and most clubs closed by 2.00 a.m. It had been particularly quiet, that was why he had been unable to refuse Cameron's plea to be allowed to go join his friends half an hour earlier. He had already cleaned the kitchen and most of the food was now securely packed away. All he had left to offer were burgers and chips. He rubbed at heavy, ocean-blue orbs, trailing his fingers over his high cheekbones as he always did when tired. He did not like the fast-food business, but for the last month it had provided an income when he needed money to get by. He suppressed a groan as two men swaggered into the shop.

The men wore a grungy mix of leather and denim; one had a shaven skull, the other long, dark unkempt hair. Ryan disliked both on sight and schooled his features into a bland expression. The quicker this was over the better in his opinion. Shaven-skull was smaller than his companion, but bulkier; Lank-hair was tall, thin and had an expression that made Ryan uncomfortable. He really regretted letting Cam go.

"What can I get you, guys?" Projecting as much confidence into his speech as possible, Ryan let a half-lie slide out easily. "I'm just on closing. The cleaner's put most things away, but I can do burger and fries." 

"Burger 'n' fries twice," Lank-hair rasped.

Ryan set to work instantly. Frozen fries were tipped into the counter-top fryer, whilst two burgers and some chopped onion were put on the electric skillet. He got two bread buns out and opened them.

"Salad, cheese?" he asked.

"One with cheese, no salad," came the short reply.

It was with relief that Ryan completed the order and took the money. As the men ambled towards the door, Ryan followed ready to lock it. He was taken by surprise as Lank-hair turned, catching him in a tight embrace, and ground his mouth hard against Ryan's. The young man tasted cigarette, beer and garlic in a stomach-churning mix and squirmed frantically to get free.

"C'mon, baby, lighten up. We're just havin' a little fun," Lank-hair laughed coldly. 

One hand pawed roughly at Ryan's groin, the other pulled tightly on the younger man's ponytail, bending Ryan's head back at a painful angle and he tried desperately to think of a way out of his predicament as Shaven-skull's cruel laughter echoed in his ear.

"Get your hands off my boyfriend!" The voice was deep, commanding and well-modulated and the words were spoken in a low, deadly tone.

Ryan was released and stared at his rescuer. The older man was easily six inches taller than Ryan's modest five feet eight inches. He was dressed in a black suit and tie, a pristine white shirt visible as the suit jacket was open. His hair was dark and close-cropped and his arctic-blue eyes glowered menacingly at Ryan's attackers. For a moment they raked over Ryan and the younger man felt naked and pinned beneath the piercing stare. He found that he was hoping the stranger liked what he saw.

"You ok, baby?" the big man asked, putting his impressive body between Ryan and his tormentors.

"Just great, big guy," Ryan threw back. He received a flash of strong, white teeth which sent pleasurable shivers down his spine. "They were just leaving," he added, peering around the bigger man to see Lank-hair and Shaven-skull slinking out of the door. 

"Make sure you don't come back ... boys," Ryan's saviour added, steepling his fingers and cracking his knuckles ominously.

Ryan's eyes widened at the array of ostentatious gold rings the man was sporting. Somehow they seemed out of place with the rest of the man's apparent understated ease. As soon as the two men had exited sullenly, Ryan pounced on the door to lock it and pulled down the blind before leaning back, his body relaxing from its adrenaline high.

"Thanks, man," he said sincerely.

"Whatever possessed you to carry on working here, at this time, on your own?" his rescuer growled

"What ... how ...?" Ryan stuttered.

"Cam came into 'The Club' with his friends," the man explained. "He said how great you were letting him finish early. He conveniently omitted to say he'd left you alone, but I knew Tony only usually has two in the shop at this time so I decided to come and check." He gave a wide, easy smile. "I had intended to come and say 'Hi' at some point. So, hi, my names James Ross," he extended a hand.

"Ryan Ballentine," Ryan said automatically, letting his smaller hand be engulfed by James'. "And it's a real pleasure to have met you, James," he added.

"You ready to leave now?" James asked, moving the blind a fraction to gaze out at the deserted road. This place was fine when the clubs were getting rid of the bulk of their patrons. Many people walked this way heading for taxi ranks and the town's bus station. However, midweek, with few people around, James was unhappy at them simply walking outside; especially when his normally impeccable instincts were making the hairs at the back of his neck raise.

"Just give me five minutes, man," Ryan said, his face in a bright smile.

James returned the smile, deciding against worrying the younger man unduly. Instead he hit a speed dial number on his cell phone. He spoke tersely, watching Ryan store the last of the food away and wipe down the surfaces. He also saw the young man's start of fear at the tap on the door that came after two or three minutes. James held up his hand in a placatory gesture. He glanced through the small gap in the blind and then opened the door.

"Don't worry," he smiled at Ryan, who stood as if transfixed. 

Ryan took in the sight of the newcomer. The man was as tall as James, if a little thinner. His hair was blond and spiked with gel. He was dressed in torn jeans and a shapeless sweatshirt. Intelligent eyes, the same arctic blue as the darker man, silently assessed him.

"Anything?" James asked.

"Saw a guy lounging on the corner. What's going down, bro?"

"A couple of uglies tried to make unwanted moves on Ryan here," James said. As he was speaking he moved closer to the smaller man. He was pleased to feel Ryan step forward so that their arms now brushed together. "Ryan, I'd like you to meet my baby brother, Tim,"

Ryan received a second bone-crushing handshake. At first glance, the brothers seemed totally unalike. However, Ryan's practiced eye took in the bone structure of their faces and the curl of their lips, seeing the tiny indicators that spoke of a shared heritage. He smiled back at the blond.

"Where to?" Tim asked, peeling back a little of the blind to watch outside.

"'The Club'," James said. "You ready, Ryan?" he asked.

"Just let me grab my jacket and I am so outta here," Ryan said, reluctantly leaving James' side. He had felt secure there, despite both men's cautious demeanours.

"It was close, Tim," James whispered into his brother's ear as he, too, looked outside.

"You've mooned over this kid for weeks," Tim grinned. "Don't blow it, bro," he added, squeezing James' forearm.

"No way," James said decisively. "Not when I could have lost him before we even stood a chance." The bigger man smiled as Ryan came back out from the kitchen and felt a warm glow from the wide grin he got in return.

"Good to go, guys," Ryan said, bouncing a little as the adrenaline began to spike once more.

"I'll go first and start up the cab," Tim said decisively.

Ryan watched the blond check up and down the road and then move swiftly to the black hackney cab.

"Your brother drives cabs?" Ryan queried. 

"He owns half a dozen," James said nonchalantly. "That one's his baby. She's a souped up model with all kinds of mod cons. Tim only ferries 'special' clients. On the nights I work he makes himself available exclusively for anyone I have who needs a ride." James noted the wave from his brother and ushered Ryan outside. He stood protectively as the smaller man locked the door and then, as Ryan turned, enveloped him in his arms. He felt Ryan open to him and he swept his tongue inside to subdue the shyer muscle, sucking it slowly, feeling the slighter body move closer and melding to his. With a reluctant groan he pulled away, a thumb tracing the now swollen lower lip of the younger man to soothe any perceived rejection.

Ryan had *heard* about kisses that made people's toes curl, but he had always been sceptical ... until now. Not only were his toes curling but he was certain he could hear angels singing ... or maybe that was just the blood rushing through his ears. He was sure of only one thing; he did not want this to end, breathing was *way* over-rated. He felt the reluctance as James pulled back and, as a thumb gently traced his lip, he smiled. He let himself be guided into the cab, still glowing from the kiss.

James forced his attention from the tight, jean-clad ass that swayed, unconsciously erotically, before his eyes and checked the area around the cab. If anyone had been watching, they would have seen him all but devour Ryan. Not that James needed any ulterior motive to have kissed the smaller man senseless. He took a deep breath //Don't blow it, bro// rang in his mind. Tim was right. As much as James wanted to ravish the beautiful young man, he needed to move a lot slower. He did not want Ryan to look back and feel pressurised in any way. He was surprised at how easily his normally restrained, slightly cautious, nature, seemed to vanish the moment oceanic blue eyes looked at him. Despite his mental admonishments, he still held out a hand to Ryan and was exceedingly pleased when Ryan's slid into his.

****

Ryan looked at the plush entrance to 'The Club'. The doormen were impeccably dressed in the same attire as James. Ryan's sharp eyes noting they also wore large gold rings on several fingers. They looked authoritative rather than intimidating and the red carpet was a nice welcoming touch. It flew the rainbow flag and some of Ryan's friends occasionally went there. It was one of several gay bars in the area and one where there was generally a mix of clientele. Ryan had thought about it but, as money was usually tight, opted for cheaper bars if he went out. Sometimes he cooked and invited friends to bring beer or wine, but the size of his living space meant he could only invite a very small number.

Inside he gazed at cream walls, black leather chairs and sofas and small black tables. The bar was glass, chrome and mirror and Ryan could see it held an extensive array of drinks. The lighting was muted, without being overly dark the way some places could be. It succeeded in giving the intimate ambiance some strived for, but failed to attain. A barman stood at one end of the bar, shaking a cocktail, as a couple of men smiled at each other and flirted with him. A further two servers looked after customers at the bar, smiling and chatting, and another served drinks to people sitting at a table. The music was at a tolerable level and Ryan could see that the dance floor had a few people dancing to a popular record. He wished he was able to come here. It was somewhere he knew he would be comfortable.

James gently urged his auburn-haired beauty through to his office. He had seen how impressed Ryan was with 'The Club' and was both pleased and proud. Tim had his 'baby', 'The Club' was his. Cam had let drop the little titbit that Ryan was gay and that had made him all the more determined to go and speak to the smaller man. He gave an affectionate smile at Ryan's wide-eyed gaze as he looked around James' private room.

Ryan was as appreciative of the office as he had been of the bar. The walls here were also cream, the large desk and leather chair black. The desk held a laptop and phone and Ryan could see a fax/printer on a smaller table against the wall to the right of the desk. To his right, was a black leather sofa and small table and, what Ryan had initially thought was a black cupboard, was a refrigerator. 

"Do you like it?" James asked, breaking into Ryan's appraisal.

"The owners must be really proud of the way you run this place. It's awesome and the staff all looked like they were enjoying what they did," Ryan enthused.

""The Club' is mine." He gave a soft laugh. "You'll catch flies, babe," he said, as he lifted Ryan's dropped jaw. "Tim has his cabs, I have this place and we are joint owners of a couple of small restaurants. 

Ryan was stunned. James had to be mega-rich. He wondered what someone like the dark, handsome man could possibly see in him. 

"Help yourself to a drink from the cabinet," James said, waving a hand at the fridge. "It's always well-stocked. I don't like to drink when I'm working and it was much easier to have a choice at hand than constantly call out to the bar," he explained as Ryan moved. "You hungry?"

As if answering for itself, Ryan's stomach growled loudly, causing the young man to blush furiously. //Way to go to impress a man// he thought angrily.

"Sorry," he said out loud. "Normally I grab salad stuff from the cafe and eat when I get home."

"You like pizza?" James asked, the phone already to his ear.

"Love it, man," Ryan smiled, as he opened the fridge. He blinked. He had a choice of still or sparkling water, plain or flavoured as well as assorted fruit juices and a couple of smoothies. The lower shelves held a selection of fizzy drinks as well as beer and some wine. Ryan guessed that the older man must keep those to offer guests. Ryan selected a fresh orange and looked over at James.

"Plain, still water for now," James said. "I'm thinking of classing myself as off-duty very soon." The last words were spoken in such a sexy rasp that Ryan felt himself instantly harden. Swallowing past a dry throat, he allowed the cool of the fridge to take the heat out of his ardour. More under control, he took the water to the bigger man.

James took the proffered drink and watched rapaciously at the way the younger man's Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he drank. Visions of himself sucking there had James shifting to discreetly adjust a growing bulge. There just seemed to be some kind of primal connection between them.

Ryan gave a sigh of contentment as he slaked his thirst and put down the bottle. He smiled at James and, as though at some unspoken command, both moved closer.

"I really owe you, big time, man," Ryan said, his voice low and husky.

"I meant what I said about wanting to come into the cafe to chat to you. I was hoping you might consider going on a date with me." Cam had also let slip that Ryan was unattached. Mentally cringing, James hoped that Ryan failed to notice the faux pas. He did not want Ryan to think he quizzed Cam about the beautiful young man -- even if he had.

"I'd totally love to go on a date with you," Ryan beamed. Treacherous parts of his body tried to signal their approval, but before he could embarrass himself, there was a loud knock on the door. At James' shout, a member of the bar staff came in carrying pizza boxes. Ryan was touched that James had been considerate enough to get one large meat pizza and one large vegetarian. Whilst Ryan was not vegetarian, he did not eat a great deal of red meat and devoured most of the veggie pizza appreciatively. 

James grinned happily. Making another call, the unfinished pizza was taken away.

"If I know Danny, the left-overs will be quickly taken care of," James laughed. He became a little more serious. "Will you have a drink with me?" he asked.

"I'd love to," Ryan said.

James led him out into the main club and to a small, secluded booth. Both men opted for a beer and James smiled as Ryan sat close, their legs touching from thigh to knee. 

Ryan found the warmth of James' body, the alcohol, the effects of the attack and the lateness all combined to make him exceedingly sleepy. He apologised as he yawned once more, unconsciously sinking closer into the bigger man's personal space.

"Been a long one?" James sympathised. He gave a wry smile as Ryan nodded. "Ok, let's get you home." He signalled to a server and asked them to find Tim and to send him over. As he waited for his brother, he could not resist the temptation to run his hand up and down Ryan's thigh. He growled softly as Ryan's legs instinctively drifted wider apart, offering more intimate access. He could see the younger man struggling to keep his eyes open and staunchly refused to take advantage. He kept his hand away from the auburn beauty's groin and simply drew abstract patterns on the slender thigh. He was quite certain Ryan was barely aware of the subconscious, submissive invitation.

"Ready to go?" Tim said brightly. "Oh, man, he's already gone hasn't he?" he said, looking at Ryan's head on James' shoulder and the tightly-closed eyes.

"Ryan," James said, carefully shaking a slim shoulder. "I need your address, babe."

"'K," Ryan murmured.

It took another try, and a very attentive James, to decipher the muttered response. In deference to sparing the smaller man's blushes, James managed to sleep-walk Ryan rather than carry him as Tim laughingly suggested. In the cab, Ryan's head rested against James' thigh, the older man allowing himself the liberty of ghosting his fingers over the slumbering young man's face. As the cab pulled up outside the old Victorian house, in which Ryan had a flat, James sighed longingly. He really wished he did not have to leave the younger man.

"I'll take him up and be back in five," he said.

"Yeah, right," Tim scoffed. "It'll take you more than that to carry his dead weight to the top of this old place. He laughed out loud at James' unintelligible growled response and got out of his cab. Leaving his brother to carry the sleeping beauty, Tim took charge of Ryan's keys and opened the outer door and, running quietly up the stairs, unlocked the door to the young man's flat. He grinned widely as James, red-faced and wheezing slightly, caught up with him after a couple of minutes.

"Don't say a word," James warned, earning another guffaw from his brother. He stepped past the blond and went inside with his insensate bundle. From a tiny hall, he went into what could only be described as a bedsit. There was a minute kitchen area and the living space was little more than a settee, table, chest of drawers and floor cushions. Settling Ryan down, James checked the other door off the hall, finding a tiny bathroom. He tried the final door, at the end of the corridor, but found it locked. Shaking his head, he went back to the sleeping man. He shook Ryan gently.

"Where do you sleep, babe?" he asked, his voice edged with concern.

"F'ton," Ryan mumbled.

James looked at what he had laid Ryan on, now recognising it for what it was. He went to the front door. Tim looked expectantly and James shook his head.

"Need a hand," he said.

Tim followed his brother into the tiny living space.

"Where does he sleep?" Tim asked.

"The futon he's lying on, except I need him off it to open it up. The cushions and throws must be his bedding. Our wardrobes are bigger than this," James said, his tone sad.

James divested Ryan of his trainers and jeans, leaving the cartoon-adorned boxers and black t-shirt. He took out the hair tie and luxuriated in carding his hand briefly through reddish-gold tresses. He then scooped Ryan into his arms.

"I expect our pay packets are bigger than his, too, bro," Tim offered as he began to make up Ryan's bed whilst James held his precious bundle. "We worked our way up to what we have." He stepped back to let James lay Ryan down. He watched with an affectionate smile softening his face as James fussed over the oblivious red-head. The sleeping man was tucked in as best as his brother could do with the small amount of bedding.


Art for Heart's Sake



James was finally satisfied that he could do no more to make Ryan safe and comfortable. He kissed the full, pouty lips and stroked the now slightly-stubbled cheek. Pulling a notepad from his pocket, he jotted down his name and phone number and added a message. He and Tim then padded as quietly as possible from the flat and house. Once inside the cab James sat behind Tim.

"He's so beautiful," James sighed.

Tim grinned. He was as straight as they came and still playing the field, in no rush to settle down. He had known James was gay since he was a ten-year-old, some eighteen years now. The seven-years between them almost as good as a generation gap until Tim had been forced to mature. In all that time, Tim had never known his brother have a one-night stand. Two years had passed since James' last serious relationship, the two men parting when they realised they wanted different things. Although amicable, it had still left the older, more cautious man reluctant to actively seek a new partner. Tim had been pleased when James had started talking about the beautiful young man at 'Tony's Cafe'. His grin widened. Ryan was nothing like any of the previous men in James' life. He hoped the difference would prove to be the key for a successful relationship. He had to admit to himself, the kid was stunning - for a guy.

****

Ryan awoke groggily, as he always did after a really late night. He tried to piece together what had happened after accepting a drink from James. He had known at the time he was getting overly tired, but had *so* wanted to spend more time with the older man. He knew it had to have been around 4.00 a.m. by the time he had got to bed. He groaned as he saw his work jeans neatly folded. He lifted the covers, peering at his boxers, and wished he could stay buried under them. //If I'd known a tall, dark, handsome stranger was going to get a peek at my underwear, I would so *not* have worn ones decorated with Scooby Doo// Ryan berated himself. Throwing the covers aside his eyes lit on the note and he read it avidly.

'Hey, babe. I hope you slept well. I'm free all day, ring me when you wake. Maybe we can do something tonight. J'

Ryan hugged the note to his chest. //Yes, yes, yes// he chanted mentally. He glanced quickly at his watch. He still had a couple of hours. He retrieved his cellphone from his jeans and dialled the number eagerly.

"Hello?" James' deep, rounded tones caressed Ryan's ear and the younger man suppressed a whimper.

"Hi, it's Ryan," he managed, huskily.

"Hey, babe," James' voice instantly became more intimate and softer and, if possible, more sexy.

"Um, you said, about meeting me?" Ryan said and fought back the groan of frustration at the way his words were coming out disjointed.

"I can be there in twenty," James said, a note of eagerness in his voice. "I'm on my way."

"Cool," Ryan said, wanting to see the older man. For a moment or two, he sat, cradling the cellphone, and then reality struck. //James. Coming here. On his way now. Now!!// There was little Ryan could do about the flat. He kept it tidy and clean out of necessity. He stood quickly, groaning as muscles protested after being in the same position for too long. He folded the futon back into sofa form, his bedding becoming cushions and throws once more. He rushed into the bathroom and took a quick shower, keeping the water purposely cool to help revive him. From a tiny built-in closet and the chest of drawers Ryan selected clean underwear, jeans and a pale-blue, soft cotton shirt. Returning to the bathroom, he tended his hair, shaved and thoroughly brushed his teeth before dissolving into a fit of giggles. He had not been this worried about a date even as a teenager. He eyed himself critically. //I hope James likes what he sees// he thought. With a self-depreciating shrug, he trotted to get dressed.

****

James reached Ryan's house and pressed the entry pad. He was halfway up the stairs before the buzzer to open the outer door had lapsed into silence. At the top, he took a few calming breaths before knocking coolly at Ryan's door. The vision that opened the door to him took his breath away more effectively than the run up the stairs. Rich, abundant hair cascaded past Ryan's shoulders, light from behind the younger man turning it into a burnished nimbus. The oceanic depths glowed with affection and pleasure, the colour of the shirt accenting them perfectly. The full lips were drawn back in a smile of welcome. The black jeans, like the shirt, fitted the lithe body to perfection. James' sharp eyes caught sight of something extra under the shirt, something he very much wanted to explore with teeth and tongue. As he looked back up into Ryan's face, he smiled at the blush as he all but drooled at the delectable young man.

"You look beautiful, babe," he husked. James was nothing if not honest.

"Have you looked in a mirror today, man?" Ryan retorted. James had squeezed his lower half in a pair of jeans that showed off long legs and an enticing package that Ryan really wanted to open. The plain white t-shirt on the top half displayed well-defined muscles. To Ryan's eyes, James was the very personification of raw, powerful masculinity.

"No contest, babe," James assured, as he stepped into the hallway. He kicked the door shut behind him as he reached to stroke Ryan's smooth cheek. They each moved closer. As if in slow motion, Ryan's head tilted back as James moved down. The first tentative kiss was gentle, sweet, and almost chaste. The second was anything but; hard, wet and demanding, the two men almost devoured each other as their hands reached to touch and then hold tight. 

Unconsciously the couple moved to the living room, barely aware of their movements and their lips parting, only for brief seconds, to allow precious air into their heaving lungs. James guided Ryan to the futon, sitting and pulling the smaller man onto his lap as they continued to kiss. James knew he was good at this. He explored Ryan's warm, wet cavern. His tongue slid over satiny inner cheeks, strong, even teeth and danced languidly with Ryan's slick muscle before teasing it into his own mouth. As Ryan's tongue began its own travels, James was slowly unbuttoning the shirt to find and play with the ring in Ryan's left nipple. Muted moans and erotic rocking told him his touches were welcome. The sounds and movements both went to his already throbbing groin. He abandoned the taut teat to palm the enticing bulge tenting his lover's jeans.

"Oh, James, yes, please, yes," Ryan whimpered into the bigger man's ear, hitching his hips, trying to push into the large, knowledgeable hand. "I don't normally ... I'm not ..." Ryan's words were panted disjointedly as his arousal spiralled out of his tenuous control.

"Am I going too fast, babe?" James asked anxiously. He wanted Ryan, but expertise in his work meant he was well aware of body language as well as possessing the information Cam had supplied about Ryan. He knew the younger man was not promiscuous. The thought his touches were undoing the auburn beauty inflamed his own passion to the edge of his ability to remain in command of his body.

"You make me feel so good," Ryan whimpered.

"Gonna make you feel real good, baby, so much more," James promised. With a small movement, he manoeuvred Ryan to begin nursing at the pierced breast. He flicked the ring back and forth with his tongue or stabbed his agile muscle through and then tugged at it with his teeth to a steady litany of pleas and moans and rhythmic rocking of slender hips. As his mouth pleasured his lover, James unsnapped and unzipped Ryan's jeans, teasing at the opulent fur he found. His lover's hips were thrusting desperately now and the younger man was reduced to keening as James' mouth possessed his. The older man reached inside dampened briefs to release his prize and stroked his lover's solid shaft. It took just a couple of tugs and Ryan shuddered helplessly in James' arms with the intensity of his release, his crème decorating his furred abdomen and chest as well as James' hand. The older man watched his lover before sliding Ryan's boneless body from his lap and, almost tearing his own jeans open, knelt over the sated form to pump his hard flesh just a couple of times before his cream joined his lover's.

James flopped back on the futon and pulled Ryan into his arms. This time the kisses were soft and sweet, the older man wanting to show that he felt more than simple lust for Ryan. They caressed each other gently, the tender touches conveying more succinctly what might have been difficult to put into words. Slowly, James eased Ryan to lie down and began a slow, desultory sweep over the sweat-sheened flesh with his tongue. He lapped up each drop of their individual or combined seed, occasionally giving Ryan scorching, cerulean glances as he cleansed the smaller body.

"Oh yeah, that's so good, oh, man, what you do to me," Ryan babbled as James' tongue slid sinuously over his sensitised skin. The sight of the big man crouched over his groin and the sinful sensations from the talented tongue had Ryan's shaft twitching its preparation for another round of loving. James covered the still languid body with his and they began once more to indulge in deep, fulfilling, toe-curling kisses.

A soft, insistent beeping finally made them break apart.

"Oh, man, I am *so* sorry, but I have an art class," Ryan apologised breathlessly. "It'll take me an hour to get there by bus, so I have to leave in plenty of time."

"No car?" James checked, gazing at the desire-darkened eyes and kiss-swollen lips.

"Can't afford the running cost of one: insurance is *way* too high because of my age and this area. He gave a wry smile. It's cheap to live in, but expensive in other ways." 

James reluctantly moved to stand and began to tuck himself away, catching the lusty look from Ryan's eyes. As the smaller man stood, his stomach growled discontentedly and James grinned at the crimson blush.

"Want me to get you breakfast whilst you clean up?" he offered. His look became one of concern as Ryan dropped his head and gave a short shake of sexy, bed-mussed, red-gold tresses.

"Ran out of cereal yesterday," Ryan explained. "Tony pays me tonight," he shrugged, aiming for casual indifference. "I can pick up a couple of things after the class."

James was already reaching for his cellphone as he watched his lover disappear to the bathroom. He was stunned to find how hand-to-mouth Ryan was living and was further worried about the younger man working at the burger joint.

"Bathroom's all yours, man," Ryan smiled, as he re-entered the room.

James cleansed himself and came back to find Ryan had thoughtfully made two coffees.

"The milk is ok," Ryan assured. "I can take mine black."

"Black's fine for me, babe," James assured. "So what about this art class?" he asked curiously.

"It's a private tutorial," Ryan said, sipping at the strong, bitter brew.

"You can barely afford to eat and you spend money on art classes?" James asked incredulously.

"I *teach* art, man" Ryan smiled. "Come with me." He reached out a hand and led the bigger man to the door at the end of the hallway. He pulled out a key from his jeans pocket and opened the door. There was a small flight of stairs to ascend and then Ryan gave a grin at the stunned gasp.

James emerged into a huge studio. One wall and most of the roof were glass allowing an incredible amount of light into the spacious area. It held easels, canvasses, paints, sheets and, at the far wall, even a small kiln.

"I had to sacrifice living space for working space," Ryan shrugged. "I sometimes sleep up here," he added, indicating a mattress and folded bedding. It needs to be a warm night or me exhausted though," he added smiling.

James was wondering around, looking at some of the completed work. He could see just how talented an artist Ryan was.

"I have a couple of private classes and teach a night school class in season, too. I also have a gallery willing to do sale or return. Unfortunately things have been slow. Tony was a life-saver when I was at Uni and he's helping me out now. I get the same for the late shift of four hours as his day shift man gets for eight, but that's between me and him," Ryan added. "I helped his son Raphael in Uni and Tony's never forgotten. I had hoped to be able to quit again after tonight. The gallery has sold a couple of things and want some more and I'll get paid for my classes. Plus Tony's regular cook will be fit and well to work the weekend."

"I'd like to see your work properly," James said, a finger tracing a sheet-covered figure.

"I'd *so* like to show you my etchings, man," Ryan laughed, waggling his eyebrows in an attempted leer. He joined in James' laughter. 

A beep from the older man's phone had him trotting downstairs, a bemused Ryan in his wake. The smaller man watched as James admitted Tim who carried a large brown bag.

"Hey, kid," Tim hailed the younger man. "Honey and bran muffin, fruit muffin and orange juice. Tuck in."

"James," Ryan said, turning wide oceanic eyes on his lover. "I don't have time. My class ..."

"My cab is at your disposal," Tim said, pushing the bag into Ryan's hands. "Take you there, bring you home," he added, sketching a sweeping bow.

"I can't ..." Ryan demurred, but his treacherous hand was already reaching for the delicious-smelling food.

"You can and you will," Tim said decisively. He glanced at his brother. "So where are you guys off to tonight? You need a chauffeur?"

"Ryan's working," James said tightly. "I'll be picking him up at...?" James looked over at his lover.

"2 a.m." Ryan supplied as he swallowed a bite of muffin. "I'll be doing 10 to 2."

"From there to 'The Club'?" Tim asked and received a curt nod from his brother. Tim resisted the urge to grin. A part of him was amused at how quickly James had become protective of the attractive young man. Another was concerned, in his own way, at Ryan being in the cafe. Tim knew the type that had made their presence felt the previous evening. They were likely to make another appearance to unnerve Ryan, even if they did not try anything further.

"No work tomorrow?" Tim heard James ask Ryan and he looked over at the smaller man who was finishing the fresh orange.

"Nope. Free *all* day," Ryan smiled and then sighed, replete. He had devoured both muffins. "Well, apart from upstairs," he added. He needed to finish a couple of pieces for the gallery.

"I know a really good Italian restaurant," James said. "Come out with me, my treat," he added seeing the younger man clearly calculating his available funds. "All I need from you is the pleasure of your company. Please, babe." He turned as piteous a gaze as he was capable of at the younger man who snickered lovingly.

"Ok, ok, man" he laughed. "But next time you come here with some beer or wine and I'll cook. Deal?" Then he giggled out loud as James picked him up and kissed the tip of his nose.

"Get a room, guys," Tim laughed, glad his brother was so relaxed. "C'mon, kid, let's grab whatever you need and we'll get going," he added.

"Back in five, man," Ryan said, scurrying towards the door to his studio.

"He's a keeper, bro," Tim said, unable to keep the affection from his tone.

"And I intend to keep him," James said resolutely.

****

Ryan was touched that Tim and James turned up with the taxi to take him to work that night. At just after midnight, Tony turned up to pay Ryan and remove the money for banking. James had stayed and made sure he told the owner of Ryan's close escape. He smirked at the telling-off the younger man received from the Italian who was clearly very fond of him. A call from Tony had a couple of family members coming to nonchalantly drink coffee until closing. The look James got from Ryan in retaliation was angry and sultry in equal proportions and James found himself hardening at the implied retribution the deep-blue eyes promised. At the end of Ryan's shift, Tim arrived to ferry them both to 'The Club'. Neither of the older men let Ryan know that Tim had cruised the area, nor that Tim had spotted Lank-hair and a couple of his associates checking out the cafe.

In James' office, pizza and beer were already waiting and Ryan and James spent equal amounts of time eating, drinking, chatting and touching.

"Would you ..." Ryan began and then needed to clear his throat. Taking a deep breath, the younger man tried again. "Wouldyouliketospendthenightwithme?" he asked without breath, certain James would refuse.

"I'd love to, babe," James said huskily. "Let me get a bag." He pulled open the largest drawer in his desk and removed an overnight bag. "I've been known to end up sleeping here on a really late one," he explained. "There's everything I need in here to begin afresh. You ready to go now?"

"Oh yeah," Ryan rasped.

At Ryan's flat, the younger man opened out the futon and the two men stretched out kissing and caressing. Their shirts effortlessly vanished leaving Ryan to transverse the smooth plains of James' well-defined pectorals, the ridges of a toned six-pack and explore pink nubs haloed by dusky-rose areolae. In his turn, James worshipped with mouth and fingers at the cinnamon nipples that shyly hid amongst a rich thicket of chest fur. As Ryan lay back, spreading his legs in welcome, James took his place between his lover's thighs, continuing his loving assault on the smaller man's sensitive nipples.

Their actions became quicker, more urgent and pants and briefs were rapidly removed and their bodies began a slow sensuously slide against each other. James expressing his appreciation at the way Ryan's body hair felt against his skin and the younger man relished the sensation of his lover's smoothness. Panting softly, Ryan pressed an unopened tube of lube into James' hand, watching as the older man's eyes darkened further. He had not intended to go so far that night, but his body thrummed with the desire to have James inside him.

James slicked up a single finger and reached between Ryan's spread cheeks to circle and then penetrate the tiny opening. He gave a small frown as his finger felt as though it was being crushed in searing heat.

"God you're tight, babe," he growled. "Been a while?"

"You ... you could say that," Ryan panted, trying to make his body relax to accept the wanted intruder. He had been penetrated by fingers before, but this time, excitement and anticipation were tensing him. He took a deep breath as James pressed a second digit inside, curling them. Ryan jerked and wailed as his prostate was rubbed. Mindlessly he tried to bear down on James' fingers to get more of the electrifying sensations. He was so focused on the pleasure he could barely hear, much less comprehend, what James was saying. //Condoms? What?// Ryan tried to think and answer as he writhed. He gave a cry of denial as James withdrew his fingers.

"Condoms, where are they?" James asked again.

"I don't ... I've never ..." Ryan began, his mind clearing from the lust-induced haze, but was cut short by a furious bellow from his lover.

"You mean you've risked your health, your life?" James roared. His anger was mixed with fear for what might have happened to the younger man who was already so important to him. The slap on his cheek not only stopped his imminent tirade, but flung him off the now furiously angry smaller man.

"What kind of slut do you think I am?" he shouted, tears falling down his cheeks. "Get out. Get out and stay the hell away from me."

The slamming of the bathroom door brought James out of his stunned state. His cheek blazed and throbbed and, in his stomach, a cold emptiness was gnawing at him. He had said something very, very wrong and did not know what to do to put it right. His mind seemed unable to come to grips with the development. Pulling on his boxers, he reached for his cellphone. Then he sat, hunched miserably, and waited.




Art for Heart's Sake



****

"What the hell did you do, bro?" Tim demanded, as he was let into Ryan's flat by a clearly distraught James.

"We were ... you know," James said, feeling a blush heat his unmarked cheek.

"I kinda got *that* idea," Tim growled, pointedly staring at James' all-but-naked body and then rolling his eyes heavenward.

"He doesn't use condoms. I got ... I got angry," James said, his shoulders slumping. "I've tried to speak to him, but he told me to get out and started crying. He has the idea I think he's a slut. What do I do, Tim?" James asked forlornly.

If the situation was not so obviously distressing to the brother Tim adored and a young man he had quickly taken to, Tim would have found it absurdly amusing that James was so clearly unable to think of how to deal with things. His brother was * never* at a loss to know what to do. He thought rapidly. He could only think of one thing.

"Do you trust me to handle this?" he asked. At the nod Tim pointed to the futon. "Sit there and wait. No matter what you hear, do not come out of here."

Tim went to the bathroom door and tapped lightly on it.

"I told you to go away, James," a hoarse, disembodied voice came from behind it.

"This is Tim, not James and I gotta warn you, kid, I don't play as nice as my big brother. So either you open this door and talk to me or I kick it open and deal with the cost of repairing it after I kick your skinny arse. Your choice." A moment later, Tim let out a silent breath of relief at the small snick that told him the door was unlocked. He stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. He stared sadly at the small figure, perched uncomfortably on the toilet, a towel wrapped round his waist and looking as bad as James did. Not wanting to be intimidating, Tim dropped to his knees to be more at Ryan's height.

"I havta say, kid, you look as bad as Jimmy does. Now I'm not the brains of this outfit, but even I know you guys have something special. My brother can be one big, fat, stupid ass and I need to know what he did to piss you off. I'm kneeling here, kid. You get my drift?"

"He thinks I'm a slut," Ryan said, tears beginning anew. "We were making love and things got so ... so heated. He asked about condoms. I didn't think. I started to tell him ... to tell him that I don't have any in the living room and that I haven't ever gone all the way. I didn't expect things to go so far tonight, but I wanted ... I just needed ... and he thinks I sleep around."

Tim gave a wordless murmur as Ryan got more upset and then reached to pull the smaller man to kneel beside him and hugged him tight. Keeping their foreheads pressed together, Tim began to whisper.

"James and I, we've lost a coupla friends and know others that picked up nasty infections. It's made us both really keen on safe sex. We get regular tests, even though we've always used protection. James has his staff checked. He has free condoms at his clubs. He panicked, kid. To be honest, I'd expect my lover to let me know they were virgin long before things got ... heated. I'd want things to be 'just so', ya know? The same goes for James. He's not the tumble-them-into-bed type and it's been a *long* time since he's had a partner. So, you didn't tell him ... before?"

"No," Ryan whispered. "I just got carried away."

"Ok, kid. Time for you and James to apologise to each other and for me to get off home."

"If you want, there's a bed of sorts in my studio," Ryan offered shyly, as they slowly stood.

"Let's get you two sorted first," Tim smiled. He gave a silent word of thanks as Ryan preceded him to the living room. He gave his brother as reassuring smile as James surged to his feet.

"Ryan, I'm so sorry ..." he began and stopped as Tim held up a hand and Ryan dropped his head, a crimson blush staining his cheeks.

"Kid has something kinda important to tell you, bro," Tim said, moving back towards the door to offer the illusion of privacy.

"I don't have condoms to hand because I've not used them," Ryan said. "I've not used them because I don't sleep around and I've never had a partner I knew I wanted to have long-term or who I trusted enough to ... to get as intimate as we were."

It took a minute for Ryan's confession to sink in and for James to comprehend what his lover was saying. Then his eyes opened wide.

"You've never ...?" James took the stride that brought him to Ryan. He enveloped the lithe frame in a protective embrace. "Oh, love. Why didn't you tell me?' he asked, dropping kisses in the soft hair.

"I never thought we'd be going so far," Ryan said, hugging James back. "I just wanted you so bad, man."

"Time out, guys," Tim said, clearing his throat theatrically. "You mentioned a bed, kid?" he smiled at Ryan.

"Through the door at the end of the hall, up the stairs and to the left," Ryan directed. He'd intended to show the older man the way but, from the grip James had, the bigger man was not letting go any time soon. He let himself lean heavily against his lover.

As Tim left, James carefully manoeuvred Ryan back to the futon. 

"Do you still want to make love with me?" he asked, removing the towel from Ryan's body and his own boxers.

"More than anything," Ryan whispered.

James went to his bag and pulled out an unopened packet. He was about to explain when Ryan shook his head.

"Tim says you're real big on careful," he smiled. "I'm glad. I want you to love me so bad."

James blanketed his lover's body, their resurgent erections rubbing erotically against each other. Their hands and mouths began a slow rediscovery of hidden sweetnesses. James' hand slid down his lover's body. He stroked satin encased steel, feeling the slick fluid that cascaded down the hot, hard length. He moved lower and palmed the furry sac, heavy with unspent need. He relished the moan and the hitch of slender hips as his fingers played with the sensitive scrotum and perineum. Finally he was back at the core of his desire. His finger ghosted over the entrance to Ryan's body before dipping inside the already slickened channel. Using more lube, he added a second and a third. As Ryan's erection flagged under the strain of stretching, James enveloped the softening flesh and began to suck earnestly. Nothing would mar their union this time. With the combination of a knowledgeable tongue on the sensitive underside of Ryan's shaft and the masterful stroking of his lover's sweet spot, James quickly had his lover reduced to unintelligible sounds of unbridled passion.

James slathered the lube on his latex-attired, aching erection. He positioned Ryan's legs over his powerful shoulders and pressed the flared head of his arousal at his mate's glistening portal. He locked eyes with Ryan and, pressing forward, said;

"I love you, Ryan." He groaned as the tight sheath rippled around every millimetre of his flesh, squeezing and searing, as effectively branding him Ryan's as Ryan was his.

"Love ... you ... too," Ryan panted. He tried desperately to relax his muscles and then canted his hips to encourage deeper possession. He wailed as his strategy worked and James rubbed his prostate. The sensation was even more intense than with his lover's fingers.

"Oh, yeah, oh, *there*, James, please, please," Ryan was beyond caring if he made sense, or whether he sounded like he was begging. He wanted this, he needed this. The feel of James' long, thick shaft plunging in and out of his body acted as catharsis to the earlier pain. All he could feel was his lover giving and receiving pleasure. He could no longer distinguish his moans and pleas from the bigger man's sounds of enjoyment. All that mattered was reaching the beckoning fulfilment that would come with their shared release.

James had never seen anything as beautiful or as arousing as the sight of Ryan, lost in sexual pleasure, writhing and moaning beneath him. The auburn hair fanned out over the pillow as Ryan's head thrashed. A diamond drop of sweat meandered down from the smaller man's temple until James' voracious mouth could capture it. Despite the chest hair, James could see the sheen on Ryan's skin as their bodies grew more heated. The sheath around his flesh undulated driving James to the brink of his control. He leant lower, mating their mouths and plundering with his tongue. Burying one hand in Ryan's hair, James concentrated on kissing and licking over lush lips. James sucked at Ryan's tongue until the rhythm of their kiss was echoed in their lovemaking. His lover's mouth was as hot and sweet as the tight channel James possessed and he luxuriated in both. It was sublime, it was perfection and he was coming. Uncaring if his shout rattled the rafters, James bellowed Ryan's name as he filled the latex barrier with pulse after pulse of his release.

Ryan was beyond rational thought, his body lost in a whirling maelstrom of sexual pleasure and tension. His shaft ached with the need for completion, it laid, hard and heavy, between their bodies. The pounding at his prostrate had ecstasy shimmering again and again through his overly-sensitised frame. He wanted to moan, to beg, but all he could do was feel. The heat that had settled low in his belly began to uncoil. Tendrils of pleasure radiated outwards to engulf every cell and nerve until his body vibrated with need. He heard a roar and felt the flesh within him swell and spurt. Untouched, his own shaft erupted in harmony with his mate's. Ryan heard a scream, but was beyond knowing from whom it originated. His body convulsed with the intensity of his orgasm, his semen jettisoning free to reach as far as his own chin and covering both of them. Greyness fluttered at the periphery of his vision as he was overloaded with pleasure. As his taut body began to relax into a languid afterglow, his eyes closed and he faded into post-coital sleep.

James was aware the moment Ryan blacked out. He smiled at the beatific glow to his mate's face. He carefully withdrew, knotting the condom and dropping it into a waste bin. He padded softly to the bathroom, glancing guiltily at the door to the studio. If the sound had reached Tim there was little he could do about it now. He dampened a washcloth and cleansed himself before returning and cleaning his slumbering mate. He smiled as Ryan moved passively to allow James the access he needed. Once completed, James turned off the light and returned to the bed. He was overjoyed that Ryan instinctively burrowed into his embrace. Spooning tightly around his lover, James lay for a long time, relishing the feel of a warm, sated body in his arms.

****

James awoke and gave a soft sound of contentment. He lay on his side whilst Ryan lay on his stomach, his face turned towards him. James' hand laid proprietarily at the small of his lover's back, the covers having slowly descended the smaller man, leaving him bare to James' greedy gaze. The beautiful, nude body was irresistible. James ignored his morning erection and began to stroke his lover's skin. Moving slowly he knelt, pressing Ryan's legs apart, to take his place between them. Beginning at Ryan's neck, James wrapped his lover's hair around his hand, exposing the nape and licked and kissed the newly discovered treasure. He moved slowly down his mate's body, aware of the moment Ryan awoke and began to appreciate the leisurely lovemaking. By the time James was exploring the creamy, fur-dusted mounds, Ryan was moaning and humping. Taking one taut cheek in each hand, James kneaded and parted them.

Ryan felt the soft kisses and gentle bites to his back as he slowly wakened. The thought of James, kneeling behind him, loving him, had the younger man's sex hard in seconds. He ground slowly into the futon as James descended lower. Lips and teeth teased at his buttocks and then strong hands were holding them, parting them. Ryan moaned his approval. The air was cold on his vulnerable flesh and then he wailed as a wet tongue slithered across his displayed anus. Again and again James' tongue or lips licked or kissed and then, with no warning, James thrust his tongue deep into Ryan's relaxed entrance and plundered the satin sheath. Ryan panted and moaned rising, with difficulty and determination, to pillow his head on his arms and offer himself to his mate. James' rumble of approval vibrated in ways Ryan had never experienced and he knew he was fast approaching a climax.

"Want to be in you, babe," James' voice husked.

"Yes, yes," Ryan pleaded. He groaned as two fingers, slick with lube, pushed easily inside him. A third quickly followed and Ryan mindlessly pushed back as they rubbed his prostate. He whined his distress as their withdrawal left him empty and cried out his approval as he was filled by something harder and longer. Vaguely he wished there was no latex between them and then the time for thinking was past.

James angled himself to pound at Ryan's prostate, his hands holding tight to slender hips. He relished the tightness, the heat, the joy of loving the beautiful young man who welcomed him into his body. One hand caressed Ryan's lower back and then reached underneath to stroke at his lover's neglected erection. He was hard and damp and James knew neither of them would last much longer. He pumped vigorously, needing Ryan to come with him.

"Wanna see you," Ryan's soft plea broke through James' haze of lust. He carefully withdrew and lay on his back, urging Ryan to straddle him. He gazed up into deep blue eyes so dark as to be almost black. He quickly stroked his lover back to full hardness as Ryan undulated on his hard flesh. This way Ryan was more in control and James' sex throbbed mercilessly at the sight of his lover, impaled on his shaft, lost in sexual bliss. One of Ryan's hands came to rest on James' left breast and the bigger man lifted his hand to copy the gesture.

"Love you, Ryan," James ground out and groaned as he triggered his mate's climax. Hot semen coated his hand and his lover's clenching channel pushed him over the edge. As Ryan collapsed James caught him, hips jerking upwards, as he filled the condom with his seed. Finally his movements became a languid slide and he kissed any piece of Ryan's skin he could reach to low murmurs of appreciation. Tenderly, he reached to smooth away sweat-damp hair from Ryan's face and bathed the flushed, angelic visage with tiny kisses.

"I think we need a long, hot shower," Ryan murmured, his voice heavy with satiation. "If you'd like to try and fit" he added shyly. "Oh that's nice," he gasped as James' still half-hard flesh nudged his sweet spot.

"I fit, babe," James grinned into his mate's bare shoulder. "Oh yeah," he added as Ryan's inner muscles clenched.

"Why, James, so you do," Ryan husked.

"Imp," James growled into a small ear, before following his words with his tongue. He slapped lightly at a perfect buttock and carefully helped move Ryan, not missing the small, almost-smothered hiss of discomfort from his mate. He made a mental note to take special care of his newly deflowered lover.

The shower was taken with quiet laughter to accompany the soaping and cleaning. Two did fit -- just. Although the proximity of a wet, naked and soapy Ryan had James' libido taking extra notice, the smallness of the cubicle and Ryan's breathless giggles helped keep him in check. He turned Ryan to face away from him and tenderly kneaded his lover's creamy globes.

"You may ache for a while, love," he murmured, his voice laced with concern.

"It'll be a good ache," Ryan promised. "It'll remind me that you love me."

"I do, babe, so very much," James vowed.

"I love you, too," Ryan smiled, leaning back into his mate's strong body. Both men jumped at the knock to the door and then laughed as Tim's voice reached them.

"Any chance of someone else using the bathroom, guys?"

"Five minutes," Ryan snickered, switching off the spray.

****

"So this is where you work?" Tim asked, as Ryan conducted both men on a small tour of his studio.

"Yeah, man," Ryan nodded enthusiastically. "Paint, some clay, some bronze. I'm not much into wood, although I can carve if a client really wanted it."

Unlike James, Tim felt no compunction to avoid pieces under canvasses. He investigated some sculptures as Ryan showed his brother an oil painting. He looked at a piece, clearly two lovers, and then at the handwritten card that had the numbers 100-150 on it.

"This one is cool," he said, but I don't understand what the numbers mean.

"The higher number represents the maximum value I have for the piece and the lower what I would let it sell for rather than lose a sale altogether," Ryan said, still engrossed with James. Then both men turned to join him. "Which is it...?"

Ryan's voice trailed off and Tim realised neither man looked at him; both pairs of eyes were riveted to the sculpture in his hand. He looked at it more closely. It was clearly two men, the taller on their back, straddled by their lover, a smaller, long-haired but still male figure. Each of the lovers reached to touch the chest of the other. 

For James the depiction was uncanny. It was the same pose they had adopted when lovemaking. He knew Ryan must have made it before they became lovers, but he had to have it.

Tim saw the look in his brother's eye and before the older man could make a move, Tim had stuffed eight twenty pound notes into Ryan's hand.

"There ya go, kid," he grinned.

James kept the groan deep in his chest, but the pain was evident in his eyes and Ryan saw it. He pushed the money back at Tim.

"Please, Tim, not that piece," he begged. "If you want to buy something you can have whatever else you want for the same price," he offered.

Tim saw the looks that passed between Ryan and his brother and he smiled. 

"James," he said. "How many times have I spent weeks hunting for something special only to return with a shirt, or cufflinks?" he asked. "For once, I have something I *know* you're going to appreciate. It may be a coupla months early, but happy birthday, bro," he grinned, handing over the artwork. If it had not been for the longing and worry in the other men's eyes, he would have held on to it till closer the time, but he could not deny his brother.

Reverently James took the piece and then pulled Tim into a one-armed hug.

"Thank you," he said huskily. He turned to Ryan, who was now bouncing from foot to foot, his face in a wide, joyful smile. "I don't know how, babe, but this is us." He released Tim to enfold his lover tight for a moment.

"Not that I wanna be a mood-breaker here," Tim spoke up, as the two men seemed oblivious to all around them. "But I'd kinda like to have breakfast."

"It's on me," Ryan said gleefully, waving the money Tim had given him.

****

The next few months sped by in a flurry of activity. Ryan, who apart from needing the studio to work, had all but moved into the house James and Tim owned. It was comfortably split into a downstairs bedroom, bathroom and entertaining room for Tim as well as kitchen and communal lounge. Upstairs were James and Ryan's bedroom, which was en-suite, as well as guest bedrooms and bathrooms. James rented new studio space for Ryan so his old flat could be released whilst they had a studio purpose-built at the side of the house and Ryan became a permanent addition to the household. 

Tim watched as Ryan took a phone call and his brother nuzzled his lover. He dodged out of sight, knowing from what he could hear of the conversation, there was going to be fireworks between the two men. Ryan was smaller than James but no less feisty when he believed he was right, or getting what he wanted.

"Tony needs me to help out for a couple of nights," Ryan said, as he turned to face his lover. The frown James wore was no less than Ryan expected.

"No," he said decisively.

Ryan wrapped his arms around his lover and ground his pelvis into the older man's.





Art for Heart's Sake



"It's just two nights, love," he said softly. "He's lost Cam to caring for a relative as well as his cook with the flu. He's got a cousin to do the backroom work." Ryan moved so he was now rubbing his taut buttocks against a rapidly growing erection. "He'll do the cooking himself from Friday."

"Not safe," James murmured, then moaned softly as his hands were directed to his mate's furry chest and the nipple ring that still fascinated him.

"Won't be there past 2 a.m. You or Tim could keep me company if it'll make you feel better." Ryan now reached back to pull James' hips rhythmically against him in counterpoint to his own undulations. He gave an appreciative moan as the nipple ring was tugged and twisted.

"Maybe," James conceded, his mind beginning to fog, all his blood seemed to be pooling in the one area that Ryan was rubbing so erotically.

"Let's go upstairs and talk," Ryan said. He turned and pulled his lover down into a deep kiss and then led him towards the stairs.

From his hiding place Tim grinned. If James' workforce knew how easily the small, auburn beauty had his no-nonsense big brother wrapped around his little finger they would be stunned. Tim was certain by the time Ryan and James had finished 'talking' James would be saying yes to anything the other man wanted.

****

Ryan was covering Wednesday and Thursday for Tony, with James staying to keep an eye on things and Tony coming in between midnight and 1 a.m. to check what was happening. If it was dead, they would close early. The first night had a slow trickle of customers and they shut just after 12.30. Tim came to pick the lovers up in his cab to take them home. He grinned to himself at the way James now seemed to be taking credit for thinking of ways to protect Ryan and at the affectionate smirk Ryan wore that told a different story.

The Thursday night was much busier and Ryan assured Tony there was no problem in keeping open till the advertised time. James was delighted when Ryan came to give him an impromptu kiss and cuddle when there was a break in serving.

"I'm glad you agreed to have me here," he murmured, wishing it was the sweet-smelling tresses he could nuzzle, but appreciating Ryan had to keep his hair restrained. "We've only known each other such a short time, but I feel like I've always known you. I couldn't bear to lose you, babe."

"You're stuck with me," Ryan said emphatically. "I love you, too and I'm not letting you go." Giving his lover a final kiss to seal the deal, Ryan disappeared into the back to get some additional supplies. When he came back out he froze. Lank-hair was there with friends. Two held James, whilst a third brandished a knife, keeping the bigger man from struggling. The other stood, a lewd grin decorating an ugly visage.

"Come here, pretty, or we start carving up the boyfriend," Lank-hair leered. 

Ryan was shoved into the fourth man's grip and the knife wielder went through to the back to keep the cleaner quiet.

"Much better to deal with big, clever-arses this way," Lank-hair grinned. He rammed a fist into James' unprotected stomach, causing the older man to try and double over, but he was held securely in place.

"Leave him alone," Ryan screamed. But his plea just received cold laughter.

"You'll get yours when I've finished with him," Lank-hair growled. This time the fist went into James' face and came away bloodied.

"No," yelled Ryan. There was no way the young man was going to let his lover be beaten. He kicked back with all the fury that was racing through his veins and slammed an elbow into the face of the man holding him as his grip slackened. Not hesitating, Ryan launched himself at Lank-hair, driving him away from the man he loved. They crashed to the ground but, despite all Ryan's attempts to prevent it, Lank-hair quickly had the smaller man pinned beneath him, grinning at the ineffectual squirming. To Ryan's horror, he felt hard evidence of Lank-hair's enjoyment of his struggles and then he was backhanded so hard he saw stars. As he tried to clear his head, he felt his shirt ripped open.

"Very nice," was growled in his ear.

Ryan cried out as a rough, unwanted hand pawed and twisted brutally at his nipple ring. Ryan was convinced Lank-hair was trying to pull it off. He whimpered as another blow robbed him of strength as he continued his futile resistance. This time the unwelcome hand was unfastening his pants as he flailed weakly at his assailant. With a grunt of annoyance, Lank-hair fisted Ryan's tresses as they came free from their tie and banged the young man's head against unforgiving floor. Ryan gave a moan of pain and despair. It was hard to breathe with the full weight of his attacker on his chest. The other sounds in the cafe receded as he felt his zipper pulled down and Lank-hair trying to reach inside, rumbling impatiently.

"You're a dead man."

Ryan heard the words, but they made no sense in his light-headed and terrified state. All he knew was the weight was lifted and he could breathe again. His first thought was for James and he moaned his lover's name as he tried to move. Fresh pains made themselves known as he did and he sobbed helplessly. As a large figure bent over him, he tried to move away.

"Don't hurt James. Don't touch me," he cried softly.

"It's me, babe. It's James. Can you look at me, love?" 

Ryan tried to focus on the face of the older man as he was cradled to James' chest.

"Hurt," he whispered. "Bleeding." He tried to reach out to James, but the older man tucked away the shaking hand.

"Lucky blow," he said. "It's all over. Try and relax. Police and ambulance are on their way and so is Tony if I understand my Italian. He glanced around the cafe. He had managed to hit speed dial on his cellphone as their attackers had come into the shop. With them armed, he had not been able to defend himself. Once the knife threat was removed and Lank-hair had started hurting Ryan, James had fought and fought hard. The gold rings he, and his doormen, wore were as good as knuckle-dusters in a fight, but he had two men to take down before he could reach Ryan.

It had been Tim, arriving like an avenging angel, who had saved his lover. Hauling the would-be rapist off, the furious blond had used his fists and feet with ruthless efficiency. The younger man now stood, hovering protectively, fists clenching and unclenching, As they had been dealing with those in the cafe, the cleaner had barrelled out of the back a meat cleaver raised and ready. He now stood in a similar pose as Tim, as if hoping one of the defeated men would try something.

Emergency services and Tony all arrived simultaneously. Tony, as proprietor, was vocal in eschewing Lank-hair and his cronies, calling them trouble-causers, amongst other, more colourful names. He heaped praise on his staff, vouching for their honesty and bravery. He fussed especially over the still-stunned Ryan.

Ambulance staff checked out the injured parties. However, it was quickly apparent that it was only James and Ryan who needed medical attention away from the scene. James turned pleading eyes on his brother as an insistent medic made him leave the younger man who immediately called out for him.

"Don't leave him alone for anything or anyone," he begged, relieved to see Ryan burrow against Tim as the blond took his brother's place.

"I swear, James," Tim said, holding Ryan's shaking form tightly. He knew that at the very least Ryan was suffering from shock.

"J...James," Ryan whimpered against Tim's chest.

"He's ok, kid. You just gotta put up with me for a while."

"H...hurt him," Ryan persisted.

"They hurt you worse, Ryan," Tim said softly. "James said you tried to save him. I owe you big time."

"I think he's a little concussed," a female paramedic offered. She turned Ryan towards her and saw the glazed expression. Carefully fingering the skull, she noted the bump on the back of the attractive young man's head. "Are you family? Do you want to come with him in the ambulance?" She looked at the big blond.

"Yes and yes, miss," Tim said, offering his best, winning smile. He would crawl on broken glass to stay at Ryan's side.

****

As Ryan was x-rayed, Tim paced like a caged lion. He clung tenaciously to Ryan's nipple ring as though it was a talisman. The Consultant looking after the younger man had removed it as carefully as possible when cleaning and tending to the bruised and damaged flesh. Tim intended to give it to his brother, but for the moment it was his source of reassurance. 

A movement had Tim whirling immediately. He could see the small, fragile figure, in a hospital gown, immediately searching for Tim's presence as he re-emerged from x-ray. Almost instantly the blond was at his side, holding tightly to a shaking, bruised hand. They were left in a cubicle whilst a bed was found for Ryan who was going to be spending the night. He was concussed, although the blond had been reassured it was mild, and the overnight stay was precautionary given the events. As the doctor walked out, two police officers stepped inside. Tim was immediately protective of his charge.

"Can't this wait? The kid's been through enough."

"We really need Ryan's versions of events. Mr Leeman, the one with the long, dark hair, has said that Ryan had agreed to see him tonight and that Mr Ross arrived and began the trouble. He," she gave a cough, "suggests that Ryan enjoys 'rough-play.'"

"No, no, they h...hurt James," Ryan said. 'Wanted to... to hurt ..." He was enveloped in a hug and let his tears fall.

"Bottom line of it, miss," Tim said, not relinquishing his hold on the fragile and precious young man. "Leeman tried once before to assault my brother's domestic partner and failed. Thanks to James. This time they beat him and assaulted Ryan. Anything else is crap."

"Mr Ballentine *is* your *brother's* partner then?" the male officer asked, watching the way the blond held tight to the slighter man.

Tim heard the inflection and could see the look in the man's eyes and growled angrily.

"Ryan is family to me and where I come from we take care of our own. Leeman and his men attacked James and tried to rape Ryan. This kid did nothing. He never encouraged Leeman and was never in a relationship with him."

"Why don't you check whether Mr Ross has completed a statement?" the female officer asked her colleague. She had a distinct feeling there would be problems if she did not get him and the big blond apart.

Tim glowered as the male officer stepped outside. Then James was racing into the cubicle. Tim took in the dressing that suggested James' nose had been broken, but apart from which his brother seemed fine.

"Tim, is he ok?" James asked, worry colouring his voice.

"James?" Ryan leant a little from Tim's embrace as he recognised the beloved voice. He was only released by Tim as James' arms encircled the smaller body. He tried to burrow as deep into his mate's embrace as humanly possible.

"Please," James begged. "Can't you speak to him when he's less upset?"

"I think that would be for the best, officer," came an authoritative female voice. The Consultant smiled benignly at the officer as she strode past to examine her patient. "He's not going to be terribly coherent after what he's endured and especially with a head injury. I would suggest you come back after midday. Let him have time to recover." She turned with her patented, 'I am a Consultant and you will obey me', face securely in place. "I'm sure you don't want any inaccuracies for the sake of a few hours rest." She smiled more coyly at Tim. "Ryan's bed is ready. I have a couple of porters to move him now."

"Please, can I stay with him a little longer?" James asked, turning begging eyes at the woman who seemed to have so much authority.

"This must be your brother," she smiled at Tim. "I can see the resemblance."

"Yes, Doctor," the blond said. "I'm sure Ryan would settle faster if James could spend a few minutes with him once he's reached his ward."

"I'm sure he would," the Doctor all but purred. "In that case, if you would like to follow me, we can get things moving. I'm sure we'll see you later, officer," she added more professionally, opening the door and indicating the officer should precede them all.

****

Tim sat nursing a large glass of Scotch whisky. He had tucked his brother up in bed, after the older man had cried in his arms. The night's events, with the reality of what had happened, had hit James hard. Tim stared at the small nipple ring. It somehow seemed symbolic to the blond. It was a little damaged, slightly bent out of its normal perfect circle. However, it had survived. He unfastened a gold chain and hung the small charm on it. He would ensure James bought Ryan something to replace it, as a fresh start. 

Now he had a call to make. He had not always been on the right side of the law. They had been orphaned when he was fifteen and he had made James' life hell, running wild with a crowd much older than himself. However, by the grace of fortune, he had been absent when his friends had been arrested. James had made him follow the trial and sit in the court. More than seeing his friends in the dock, it had been the look on James' face that had turned Tim around. If Tim had been with his friends, his brother could have done nothing to save him. He saw that, and the fear, in James' eyes. From that day, he had worked hard and both men had reaped the rewards.

Tim's fingers caressed the phone as he picked it up. He still knew how to contact some of his old friends, although he no longer associated with most of them. James had helped some, others they steered clear of. Both he and his brother had good names and were well known locally. He would not have to even make a direct call. He dialled and spoke into the receiver, then replaced it. He took another mouthful of scotch.

He thought back to when they were leaving the hospital and they had bumped into Tony. Tim gave a grim smile as he remembered how the excitable Italian had reacted on hearing what had been said by the attackers. The older man had stormed off back to the shop. He had told the brothers that he always had CCTV cameras running and he would prove to the police who were the transgressors. Although that had been a relief to both men, Tim had no intention of leaving everything in police hands. 

Fifteen minutes later, he got the return call he wanted. He was neither proud of, nor sorry for, his actions. Mr Lank-hair Leeming would be receiving a visit. One where he would be advised, most strongly, to admit his wrongdoings and accept whatever punishment befell him from the court. The alternative would be spelt out very implicitly, as was the retribution he could expect if there was any attempt at reprisal for Ryan or James. At the end of the call, Tim tossed back the last of his whisky. He went upstairs, checked his brother was still asleep, and opted for the bedroom across the hall leaving both doors open. He had a feeling he would need to check on James for his own peace of mind that night.

****

Epilogue: Six months later.

Ryan sat at a potter's wheel, throwing and randomly shaping the clay over and over. He was waiting for inspiration and relaxing. Even late in the afternoon, there was still enough natural light to work. His eyes turned to regard a bronze piece that had pride of place on a pedestal in the centre of the spacious studio. It was a male torso, the toned pecs and washboard abs so realistic, that even Ryan found himself caressing the piece occasionally as if it were flesh and blood. He had taken a wax imprint of James' chest and made it into a cast from which he had created his bronze masterpiece. He was often called upon to display it when his work featured in a gallery, but no amount of money would entice him to part with it. He had made it when recovering from his attack. Even now, so many months later, it still acted as a reminder of his lover's strength and beauty and both comforted and inspired him. He smiled lovingly at it and then a sound had him look away.

The breath caught in his throat as he saw the living muse for the piece amble into the studio. James wore loose jeans that rode low on his hips, inviting Ryan's eyes to follow the prominent treasure trail that disappeared enticingly out of sight. Ryan's smile widened.

James had slipped quietly into the room and stood silently for a moment gazing appreciatively at the auburn beauty who shared his life. Ryan had his hair in a loose pony tail and was dressed in one of his old shirts, sleeves and collar torn off. It was all he wore and James' eyes had roamed up the expanse of bare, lightly furred leg. The shirt was just long enough to deny the older man a glimpse of anything further. He'd seen the way the younger man had stared at the bronze and he had decided he wanted that look for himself. As Ryan's eyes had met his, James had been certain he would drown in the depths of love they conveyed. Within a few strides, he had taken his place at his lover's side and was deeply kissing the smaller man.

"Can I join you?" James purred, his hand sliding to caress his lover's furred tummy.

"Bit too 'Ghost', man," Ryan laughed. "And I am *so* not ready to lose you," he added as he rose to his feet and wrapped his arms possessively around James' neck. "Not for a long, long time," he whispered.

"Me either, babe," James vowed, as he took possession of Ryan's lips once more. "Bed," he growled, as they broke apart, panting heavily, their foreheads touching.

"Mattress is closer," Ryan insisted, pulling his lover towards a large, sheet covered, double mattress. As they sank to their knees, their mouths fused together once more and each man's tongue vied for dominance in a battle neither could lose. As they separated briefly, James' fingers reverently unfastened the few buttons keeping his lover's body from his sight and touch. He removed the offending garment and threw it to one side. His eyes ravenously devoured the sight of his naked beloved. 

A twinkling in his lover's opulent chest fur caught his attention and he tenderly caressed the diamond-set nipple bar that had been his engagement present two months after the cafe incident. Their wedding was rapidly approaching. Tim was their joint best man and his own fiancée, the Consultant who had cared for Ryan, was also helping with the arrangements. The house had been professionally redesigned and split into two distinct living spaces to cater for the two couples and James had never been happier. He looked up and smiled. The look of love in Ryan's smouldering oceanic depths almost took his breath away.

"Make love with me, James," Ryan whispered, as he reached to touch the older man's cheek.

"Always, babe," James promised. He removed his jeans quickly as Ryan lay back on the mattress, his arms and legs opening in silent invitation as James disrobed. He gazed with undisguised adoration at the younger man. "I love you so much," he murmured hoarsely.

"Love you, too," Ryan replied. "Show me," he commanded gently.

James knelt between the wide-flung thighs and leant to kiss Ryan once more as he delved under the mattress for the lube they kept there. He kissed his way down his lover's jaw and throat as a single, slick finger circled the small, tight opening and then pushed inside Ryan's body. He sucked at one cinnamon nub that peeked shyly through Ryan's furry chest until it was hard and then turned his attention to its bejewelled twin. As he pushed the bar with his tongue, or tugged gently on the highly sensitive flesh, he pressed a second finger inside his mate, scissoring and twisting his fingers, opening his lover ready to accept him. He moved lower, laying a trail of open-mouthed kisses as he reached his lover's erect sex. He nuzzled the thick nest of curls, scenting Ryan's musk and savouring his lover's building arousal.




Art for Heart's Sake



"So good, lover," Ryan whispered, his hands stroking James' head and down onto the powerful shoulders. "Love what you do to me, love you so much. Oh, James, yes, yes, yes," Ryan's words dissolved into a chant as hot, wet suction enveloped his needy erection. He moaned and writhed appreciatively at the way the talented tongue laved at the head of his arousal and gentle teeth nibbled carefully at the sensitive underside. He was dimly aware that three fingers now pumped inside his body. He gave a cry of his mate's name as they began to massage his prostate, his hips trying to thrust hard and fast. He panted wetly, head thrashing, his hair becoming dishevelled as it escaped from its restraint. He groaned as James brought him tantalisingly close to completion and then drew back, before recommencing his erotic torture once again. As James brought him to the edge a second time, Ryan could stand it no more. He leant forward, tugging at James' short hair until he lifted the sinfully talented mouth from his throbbing penis.

"You. Inside me. Now," he growled. 

"I am inside you, babe," James said, laughing softly as he caressed Ryan's hidden jewel to a guttural moan and the dropping back of his mate's head onto the mattress. Knowing he was close to coming himself, without any of the teasing he had made his lover endure, James took pity on the smaller man. Slathering his aching shaft with lube he draped Ryan's thighs over his shoulders, pausing to kiss each inner knee reverently.

"Love you, babe," he said, as he slid forward into tight, molten depths.

"Oh yeah," Ryan moaned. "Love you so much. Do it, James. Want to feel you, need to feel you." His soft moan was echoed by the bigger man as James pressed forward. Ryan canted his hips allowing his lover t sink deep inside in one smooth motion. For a moment the men gazed into each other's eyes, simply savouring the intimate connection. Then Ryan hitched his hips. "Love me," he husked, his hands gripping tightly to James' broad shoulders.

James had every intention of loving his mate. His powerful hips drove him deeply into hot, tight, welcoming depths. He bent down to capture Ryan's mouth and their tongues and teeth duelled aggressively. They broke apart to catch their breath and James bit down on Ryan's throat to a low moan of appreciation. He felt strong fingers rake down his sweat-dampened back and thrust harder and faster in response. He could feel Ryan's body meeting his, just as hard, just as demanding. He worked a hand to tug at Ryan's pierced nub as he sucked hard at the other and his lover wailed his appreciation.

Ryan cried out as James' teeth found his sensitive flesh. Then a knowledgeable hand was pulling at his throbbing shaft, pumping him in time with the hard, deep pounding he was relishing from his bigger mate. He enjoyed long, slow lovemaking, but sometimes he just wanted James to take him hard and fast. He could feel his orgasm building. Heat suffused his body, burning hotter than the furnace he used. He peppered nips and kisses to James shoulders in between wet, panting breaths. He gave a scream as James shaft hammered at his prostate mercilessly. He gave into the pleasurable sensations. His skilful lover had taken two individual creations and had more successfully, more completely, made them into one single entity than he could ever do. His climax burst forth, a cry of joy echoing in the studio, his release painting the combined canvass of their joined bodies. 

James shifted his angle and grinned savagely at the resultant cry from Ryan as he began to hit his lover's sweet spot. He growled his appreciation of the slick sheath that clung to and massaged every millimetre of his aching flesh. His hips moved faster. He was rapidly approaching his zenith and wanted to take his lover with him. His hand moved faster, urging his lover to completion. Ryan's shout came simultaneously with the ruthless contractions around his primed flesh. Burying himself as deep as he could, James came hard.

Ryan heard the low, deep moan that heralded James' climax. Ryan murmured softly as he felt his lover's hot, wet juices filling his body as fully as the older man filled his life. He kissed at any part of the bigger man, trying to convey his love for, as much as his appreciation of, his mate. He stroked languidly at damp, sweat-sheened flesh and smiled softly as James' wordless sounds of pleasure. As James attempted to move, Ryan squeezed his inner muscles as well as holding tightly to the bigger body. He shifted his legs to encircle his lover's waist and then smiled as James moved to kiss him.

"Stay," he whispered. He began a slow, languorous rocking of his hips and sighed happily as James began to nurse at his breasts once more. If they were lucky, he might be able to get his lover hard again. If not, he was content with slow, leisurely enjoyment of James' body.

"I love you, babe," James said, nuzzling at the damp curls at Ryan's neck.

"Love you always, man," Ryan vowed.

As their mouths met, each man sought to pleasure the other. Their bodies, long since attuned, moved in an unconscious dance to accompany unheard music as old as time. As the sun set, its rays played on their gently undulating bodies, turning them into a living work of love.