7 Chapter 7

Once he had returned himself to the rooftops above, he made his way quickly back to the club, anxious to be back for Xavier’s last song.

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“You were amazing as usual,” Graham said, pulling Morton into his arms in the dressing room. He ran his fingers through the dark curls at the top of his lover’s head. Soon, they would go home and Graham could take his time fucking Morton again and again.

“You didn’t even stay for the whole performance,” Morton said with a laugh. He pecked Graham’s lips and then gently pushed away from the embrace. He began to remove Xavier’s clothes. “Where did you go?”

They were alone, at least for the moment, so Graham said, “To feed. I was hungry.”

Morton sighed. “I hope you were careful.”

“Always.” He helped Morton out of the trench coat and tossed it on a nearby chair.

“I need a shower.”

“We can take one together when we get home.” Graham pulled off the black T-shirt, then handed Morton a green one to replace it.