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valarltdNikolai is out. A PoV rewrite. The addition of the Steven/Tanis/James threeway. A Tanis/Puppy!Nick scene. An emphasizing of David's jealousy. And Nick gets a present: a motorcycle.
They went down to the garage and Ligatos led Nick to a shiny fuel-cell motorcycle. “Val will teach you to ride and to drive a car. You will be doing solo errands and I will not always be able to spare a car.”
Nick beamed. “Yes, Sir!” His eyes fell on a human shape nearby. As he approached, he saw it was a clothing form with an armored leather jacket and pants, a helmet, boots and gauntlets.
“All the protective equipment, every single time, boy. I’d hate for all my work to end up smashed in some ditch. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” Nick privately decided that some night he was going to turn up in Ligatos’s room, wearing the pants, boots and jacket and nothing else.
A bit of the jealousy
"I’m not Tanis, Nicholas.” One side of David’s mouth went up, but it didn’t touch his eyes. Nick shivered under the coldness. “But I do see promise for that scrap of initiative you showed. Continue your work on Kentucky.” He stood and packed his briefcase.
“Who would I talk to about getting the poison?” Nick was all business again.
“Steven will get it for you. We leave tomorrow, Nicholas. Make us proud of you.” David patted him again and left. Nick had the sinking feeling, that despite all the teaching, all the sex, all the meals, he didn’t know one thing about David, and he suspected the real man was a different thing altogether from the teacher-suit he wore. He had a deep gut feeling the real David didn’t like him at all.
It's now over 11,000 words longer than it was when I finished it in Nov 2005. I suspect it will get longer before my editors are through.
Off to run errands:
bank, Curves, school
Then home to fix bikes
Then i'll go over Outfoxed and Rewriting Old Songs.
Then dinner, Family therapy and more editing.
They went down to the garage and Ligatos led Nick to a shiny fuel-cell motorcycle. “Val will teach you to ride and to drive a car. You will be doing solo errands and I will not always be able to spare a car.”
Nick beamed. “Yes, Sir!” His eyes fell on a human shape nearby. As he approached, he saw it was a clothing form with an armored leather jacket and pants, a helmet, boots and gauntlets.
“All the protective equipment, every single time, boy. I’d hate for all my work to end up smashed in some ditch. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” Nick privately decided that some night he was going to turn up in Ligatos’s room, wearing the pants, boots and jacket and nothing else.
A bit of the jealousy
"I’m not Tanis, Nicholas.” One side of David’s mouth went up, but it didn’t touch his eyes. Nick shivered under the coldness. “But I do see promise for that scrap of initiative you showed. Continue your work on Kentucky.” He stood and packed his briefcase.
“Who would I talk to about getting the poison?” Nick was all business again.
“Steven will get it for you. We leave tomorrow, Nicholas. Make us proud of you.” David patted him again and left. Nick had the sinking feeling, that despite all the teaching, all the sex, all the meals, he didn’t know one thing about David, and he suspected the real man was a different thing altogether from the teacher-suit he wore. He had a deep gut feeling the real David didn’t like him at all.
It's now over 11,000 words longer than it was when I finished it in Nov 2005. I suspect it will get longer before my editors are through.
Off to run errands:
bank, Curves, school
Then home to fix bikes
Then i'll go over Outfoxed and Rewriting Old Songs.
Then dinner, Family therapy and more editing.
