Improv #12:  

 

The rumor gradually swept round Babylon: Kinney was here. On Halloween. Not only here, but in costume, complete with mask. He was over there, dancing with his little blond. Well, he was there only a minute ago. Someone knew someone who had seen them. They must have gone to the backroom, again. They’ve already been there twice tonight. And … no! There they are. Over there. Damn! Now they’re gone again.

All night people seemed to catch glimpses of them - the tall, auburn haired man wearing a leather costume that might have been a Roman gladiator, chest straps, leather strips hanging from waist to just above the knee over a dark tunic, his slender torso gleaming, oiled, sweat streaking his hair. And the blond, Kinney’s twink, in some sort of white silk tunic, belted at the waist, indecently short, providing tantalising glimpses of that famous bubble butt of his, and, of the bulging loin cloth that seemed to be all he was wearing underneath. Through the blond hair was woven a coronal of darker gold. Both wore sandals, straps of leather twining up their calves.

Their visits to the backroom were frequent. Men whistled at their stamina and cast envious glances at them both.

The strange thing was that it seemed almost as if they vanished when anyone tried to get too close, or look at them directly.

“It’s spooky,” someone complained.

But this was Babylon. Men who were drunk, or high or both, laughed and went on dancing and drinking and fucking.

Late in the evening, early in the morning, in the backroom after one last long frantic fuck, the auburn haired man said softly to his companion, “Time to go.”

The blond looked for a moment into his eyes, and reached to kiss him once more. There was something almost of desperation in his kiss.

They went upstairs and collected long black cloaks. Wrapped in these, they left the club and started walking down the alley.

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“Boo!”

At the loft, Justin’s laugh rang out as Brian’s head appeared from beneath the covers where it had been busy.

Brian lay back and licked his lips.

“Now, that’s my idea of Halloween candy,” he observed.

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The couple twined in each other’s arms kissed once more beneath a street lamp.

The taller man smiled down at his companion tenderly.

“There will be next year,” he said. “There’s always next year.”

Then they vanished to make their long way home. Next year they would appear somewhere else. There were many places yet to visit in the New World, and Alexander’s had always been a restless spirit. With Hephaiston by his side, he was determined to visit all of them.

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