Page 77 of Reinventing Cato
“Which is closed.”
“We can stare through the window and admire the display of… Oh, children’s books.”
“You said you’d never been to a gay club.”
“A gay club?”
Cato felt him tense. “Best dancing. Most fun.”
“Any sign of a Morris dancer and I’m out of there.”
Cato laughed. He was glad he didn’t have to tug too hard to get Vigge into QT. The moment they were through the large double doors, the music hit them. This was exactly what Cato needed to clear his head, to banish worry, even though it would only be for a while, even though he wasn’t sure about Vigge’s reaction.Am I pushing too hard?
Cato passed the money to the guy behind the desk and they had their hands stamped.
Cato saw Vigge staring at the back of his hand, and leaned up to whisper, “It fades after about ten days.”
Vigge slid his hand under Cato’s coat and pinched his backside. Hard.
“Ouch! It’s easily explained with a bit of imagination. QT might stand for quarantine tank, quantum theory or Quentin Tarantino.”
Vigge raised his eyebrows.
Cato led him over to the cloakroom. When Cato took off his coat, he also peeled off the T-shirt he was wearing.
“What the hell?” Vigge gaped at him.
“I was thinking of going out when you arrived,” Cato said.
“You’d written me off that easily?”
“You were the one who told me to fuck off,” Cato snapped back.
Vigge closed his eyes for a moment. “Sorry. You’re right.” He opened his eyes and stared at Cato.
“I’m sorry for snapping,” Cato mumbled. “And I’d changed my mind. I wasn’t going to go out.”
“Why not?”
Cato stared at him. “You.”
“You look…” Vigge blew out a breath.
Cato slowly turned in a circle. His black leather harness wrapped underneath his pecs, a single strap ran up the middle of his chest, then divided over his shoulders, before joining in the centre of his back. He liked the way the harness made him look and feel. So did Vigge, by the expression of lust on his face.
“Have you run out of words?” Cato asked. “Shall I supply them? Hot, sexy, gorgeous, dangerous?”Mine?An obstruction formed in his throat.
“All of those.” Vigge exhaled the words, his pupils blown.
And the one you didn’t hear?Cato rolled up his T-shirt, pushed it into his coat pocket and, from his other pocket, pulled out his old harness. “Do you want another star?”
Vigge opened his mouth, then closed it again.
“You don’t have to. The T-shirt is okay.”
Vigge peeled the T-shirt over his head and put it in his coat pocket. Both coats were handed to the guy in the cloakroom and the tickets went in Cato’s pocket.
“Let me help you put it on.” Cato’s fingers shook as he manoeuvred the straps over Vigge’s shoulders and around his back, then lengthened them to fit. He let his hands drop to Vigge’s waist and rubbed his bare skin with his thumbs. “I didn’t bring the strap that goes around your cock and balls. We’ll save that for a special occasion. When you introduce me to your mother.”
