Marcus didn't answer, Nicholas could not interpret the look in his eyes, so he simply again the gaze. Marcus leaned again and comfortable on his stool.

"suppose i have something you could be interested in."

Nicholas was nevertheless searching. yet, what could it's? interested in? His cock? Does he need to expose me that? Did he always choose up his fuck friends this manner? Nicholas discovered he was shaking. What made him think this man become gay?

"Gaydar."

"Huh?"

Marcus tossed some financial institution notes onto the desk, rose and stretched worn-out his hand.

"Come."

To Nicholas' exceptional marvel he drove, not to Marcus' flat however to the centre of the metropolis to a former factory constructing now used as a loft. while he became nevertheless asking himself why he had gone with a man he didn't understand, Marcus opened the iron door to a huge room with large home windows. It regarded to be an artist's workshop and right away Nicholas forgot his doubts and inhibitions.

The room become full to the brim with unusual and supertired things.

beautifully formed legs, long and hairless, winged heels, smooth, darkish skin polished till it gleamed. He danced on tiptoes upon the breath of the Wind God Zephyr and pointed the manner excessive up together with his caduceus, held tightly.

Nicholas' fingertips mentioned the muscular back down to the tight buttocks. He sighed soundlessly. Lovingly he looked at the bronze cast of Giambologna's "Flying Mercury".

There have been glass and timber cabinets and cupboards with dusted glass doors whose contents should simplest be visible as indistinct shadows. Fingerprints within the dust: peepholes into an unknown world. among the cupboards and the shelves were stacked damaged spears with long-time rusted, possibly blood-encrusted, iron suggestions.

An old sword stuck right into a rock. It had an unusual resemblance to King Arthur's sword. Nicholas stepped closer, grabbed the hilt with one hand and pulled gently. It did now not move.

another hand turned into located tightly over his personal and free his finger gently. He heard a deep voice in his ear:

"You are not the selected one, my dear. Me neither!"

Nicholas pulled his hand from the sword as though it were pink-warm. Embarrassed he stepped away and regarded around. the garbage dump of history appeared to be collected here, broken portions of an exhibition, blind busts of Roman emperors, faces with chopped-off noses, maimed limbs made of marble and gypsum, oxidised bronzes.

Nicholas appeared up and observed a framed replica of a Michelangelo drawing striking on one wall between others. He concept the male head turned into stunning and stepped towards get a better look. again he sensed Marcus at the back of him, the very presence of his physical frame.

"Is it a girl or a person, do you observed?"

Nicholas become silent. The figure wore an earring and lady finery on its head, like a turban, but the expression on this barely austere face become androgynous sufficient for Nicholas to peer it changed into a lovely young man with complete, tender, so kissable lips.

"a person," he stated huskily.

Marcus laughed quietly. "a person," he repeated and Nicholas felt the nice and cozy breath on his neck.

"Tommaso de Cavalieri, Michelangelo's younger admirer and friend. The old grasp became infatuated with him. i will sincerely apprehend it. he's beautiful, isn't he?"

Nicholas grew to become.

"You too suppose it's miles a man? however all the professionals say it's miles a woman."

"properly!" Marcus grinned. "Then we will need to ask Michelangelo himself." He shrugged his shoulders.

"Are you worn-out all these items? look here." He took up a bit alabaster replica of Donatello's David. One arm changed into missing and lay at the desk beside it. all of sudden he took preserve of one in every of Nicholas' palms and inspected it. Nicholas flinched and tried to take his hand away however Marcus held it tight. "wonderful hands," he whispered and stroked it