All the Honorable St. John Ashford ever wanted was his father’s love, but if he can’t have that, he’ll settle for being noticed. In an effort to do that, St. John sets his sights on Andrew Dorincourt, a man for whom the Viscount has nothing but disdain. Surely this will draw his father’s attention?  Unfortunately, while Andrew seems willing to date him, he appears entirely disinterested in anything else. St. John knows it’s just a matter of time before all his plans going up in smoke, especially when Andrew becomes attracted to an exotic young man he rescued from Malossini’s House of Oddities.<br><br>Robin Dorincourt is something of a playboy who enjoys nothing so much as flitting from one boyfriend to another. He doesn’t poach, though, and when he finds himself attracted to St. John Ashford, he does what he can to keep a healthy distance between them, using taunts and teasing. It’s difficult, until he realizes his brother is in love with someone else. Robin’s path toward St. John is clear, and he makes his move.<br><br>But is his path as clear as he imagines? St. John might be as attracted to Robin as Robin is to him, but he’ll be damned if he allows himself to be passed from one brother to the other as if he’s nothing more than a poor second choice. Now it remains is for Robin to persuade St. John he’s no one’s second choice.

More, by All Mores

“Robert,” he whispered. I held my breath, sure he was about to say the words I wanted to hear from him, but instead, “Let me get up, please. I’m all sticky.”


Defeated, I rolled off him. He slid off the bed and went into the bathroom. I listened to the water run, and stared at the ceiling, brooding. Talk about fucking up royally. No matter what I did, no matter how many times I said it, I couldn’t get St John to believe I loved him.


He came back with a damp flannel, and the bed dipped as he knelt on it. Moist heat enveloped my cock, and he gently cleaned me. The silence between us continued to grow. When he was finished, he disposed of the flannel in the bath, and when he returned he was dressed for bed.


I sighed. I hadn’t been able to convince him not to wear those outlandish pyjamas.


“Get the light, would you please, Robert?”


Chapter 26