Murphy's Hero

MURPHY’S HERO G.A.HAUSER

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MURPHY’s HERO Copyright © G.A. HAUSER, 2008 Cover art by Beverly Maxwell ISBN Trade paperback: 978-1-60202-119-8 ISBN MS Reader (LIT): 978-1-60202-118-1 Other available formats (no ISBNs are assigned): PDF, PRC & HTML Linden Bay Romance, LLC Palm Harbor, Florida 34684 www.lindenbayromance.com

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Chapter One Early Monday morning, on his stroll down Oxford Street to work at the British Museum, Alexander Julius Parker noticed a man in a business suit at a bus stop reading the Sun. Unable to prevent himself, Alexander paused to read the headlines. “Oi! What’s that Blunkett up to?” The man lowered the paper, peering at Alexander in annoyance. “Sorry.” Alexander shrugged in apology, averting the businessman’s eyes. Pausing, hearing a woman hollering, Alexander watched a young punk run behind the bus stop’s enclosure. The frantic woman was shouting for help. Alexander took off in the direction of the punk, grabbing him before he vanished across busy intersection. Before Alexander could say a word, the punk threw a purse at him and shouted, “Here! Okay! Now piss off, ya wanker!” Shrinking in reflex from the whack of the leather pocketbook, Alexander caught his breath as the punk darted out of sight quickly, not looking back. The woman rushed to Alexander, panting hard from her fright and exertion. When Alexander handed her back

 

G.A. Hauser her purse she hugged him, gushing, “Thank you! Thank you!” Blinking in shock as the woman covered him in kisses, knowing she was leaving bright red-lipstick shaped lips all over his face, Alexander tried to fend her off. “Ah! Lady! Stop!” “You’re a hero!” she shouted over the noise of honking horns and double-decker buses. “He’s a hero!” Alexander shook his head modestly. “No, miss, it’s what any bloke would do.” “He’s my hero!” she screamed to the passing crowd. Backing away shyly, hiding from the staring eyes, Alexander gave her a little wave and continued on his way to work at the museum, muttering, “I have a very strange life.”

Taking off his jacket, Alexander hung it on a hook in the office and was about to sit down at his desk. There was a bright red color smeared on his hands. He panicked and raced to the restroom. Looking in a mirror, he found his face was covered in perfect crimson kisses. Mortified he’d walked around the streets that way, he struggled to wash all the traces of lipstick off, making his face rosy in the process. Once he was finally satisfied all hint of the woman’s mouth had been erased from his cheeks, he returned to the office, checking his watch in despair. His three colleagues had arrived and were busy at their desks. “A little lay-in this morning, Alexander?” Jocelyn Smithe giggled. “Probably couldn’t tear himself away from his comic books.” Morgan Williams winked at Alexander. “All right, ladies,” Harry Wilke interrupted, “leave the poor man alone. Are you all right, Alexander?” “Fine, Harry. Just fine.” Avoiding the smirks from his two female co-workers, Alexander got to work on his 2

Murphy’s Hero files. Each time he peeked up from his computer screen, he caught a slightly flirtatous smile aimed his way. By lunchtime, Alexander stood in line at one of his favorite cafés waiting to order his food. Famished, he read the selection from a menu that had been drawn in crayon on a board behind the counter. Fish and chips? Steak and kidney pie? What shall it be? Finally he drew the employee’s attention and was about to give him his order when the sound of someone choking caught his ear. Pausing, Alexander spun around and noticed a rotund fellow sitting behind him at a small table with one other man. The large fellow was pointing to himself and obviously not breathing. “Bloody hell!” Alexander shouted in fear, looking, waiting for someone to help the man. No one seemed to know what to do. The big man’s friend began yelling, “Help! Someone!” Alexander rushed behind the large man, trying to wrap his arms around his girth where he sat. With strong squeezes, which practically lifted the man off the chair, Alexander performed the Heimlich maneuver. The offending piece of food was ejected from the man’s throat. When Alexander realized the large man was breathing, he released his hold and asked, “You all right, mate?” “Yes! Thank you so much!” “No bother,” Alexander replied and was about to go back to his place in the counter to order when the man who was seated with the large fellow shouted, “Hey! You saved my friend’s life!” Alexander twisted around in horror to see everyone in the tiny café staring at him, smiling, and whispering together. When the large man stood up to shake Alexander’s hand, a round of applause rang out that embarrassed Alexander so much, all he could think of doing was crawling under a rock. Nodding, trying to get out of the 3

G.A. Hauser large man’s vice grip, Alexander said, “It’s all right. Thanks, no need for all this. I need to leave now.” His face burning with a blush, Alexander slipped out of the café, hearing the comments from everyone who had spied his feat behind him. Once he was on the street, he loosened his shirt collar and tried to calm down. “I have the strangest timing on the bloody planet.” Picking up a sandwich at a different shop, Alexander ate it on the run, now that he was late, and rushed back to the museum so he wouldn’t be scolded by his co-workers for taking too long. Jocelyn and Morgan were already at their desks. Peering over at Alexander’s empty chair, Jocelyn stated, “Late again?” “He can’t seem to get anywhere on time,” Morgan replied. “I don’t mind. He’s so bloody gorgeous, who cares? I can’t get enough staring at him. As long as he shows up, that’s fine with me.” “Lot of good his looks do us. He’s a bleedin’ poof!” “Ladies,” Harry admonished. “All that gorgeousness, wasted.” Jocelyn shook her head. “Does he have a partner?” Morgan asked, pausing typing on the computer keyboard. “Never thought to ask. He’s so shy, I can’t imagine him chatting up anyone, male or female. He’d just turn red and clam up. He can hardly talk to us, and he’s been working with us for over three years.” Harry interrupted their comments, “Leave the poor man alone.” “Oh, come on, Harry, we’re just complimenting him on how charming he is. No harm is there? I’d make a move myself if he’d say yes.” “You’re married, Mrs. Williams,” Jocelyn reminded 4

Murphy’s Hero her. “So? You think my hubby compares to that bit of crumpet?” Just as Morgan said those words, Alexander entered the room, appearing frazzled as usual. Jocelyn shook her head at him, smiling at Morgan. “Look at him. Could you die?” “It’s the hair. I’m telling you it’s his long hair.” “No, it’s his green eyes,” Morgan whispered. Alexander paused at the door before he sat down, catching his breath. “What?” “Nothin’, love.” Jocelyn chewed on a pen cap. “Everything all right at lunch?” “Cushty.” He hung his jacket on its usual hook. “You don’t have to be shy,” Morgan announced. “You can eat with me and Jocelyn.” The blush rushing to Alexander’s cheeks instantly, he shook his head like a little boy. “No. Ta, but I do appreciate the offer.” They watched him sit at his desk, fidgeting from all the attention. Morgan stared at Alexander until Harry shook his head in admonishment. Twisting back in her chair, Morgan began typing, exchanging smiles now and then with Jocelyn. As five o’clock arrived, the group began closing down their computers for the day. Alexander put on his coat and made sure his desk was neat and tidy. “Any plans tonight, Alexander?” Jocelyn asked. “No. Just going home.” “Oh.” She exchanged a quick glance with Morgan that Alexander spied. Lowering his eyes from the interaction, growing uncomfortable with them speaking about him behind his back, Alexander said goodnight, making his way out of his office through the museum. On his way he snuck up 5

G.A. Hauser the south stairs to the upper floor. Every night before he left, he stopped at his favorite display case. Inside that glass enclosure was a selection of finds from Greek and Roman culture. Mosaic tiles, pottery, even some glassware, but his favorite was the armor. Metal helmets with a slit for eyes, shields, swords, and spear tips excited him beyond compare. Reading the dates, the history behind the relics, Alexander pushed his long hair back from his eyes and imagined life as a soldier, training, fighting, being a part of a group of men that were like a tactical militia with nerves of steel. “I was born too late,” he muttered, fantasizing he was wearing the uniform of a hoplite, standing on a hillside overlooking a battle, the breeze blowing back his hair. Hearing a noise next to him, Alexander glanced down. A little girl had blown a bubble with her chewing gum and popped it. She was staring up at him. “Hullo,” he whispered shyly. At his greeting, she raced back to her group and vanished from sight. Smiling warmly as he went, Alexander left the museum, finding his way down underground to the tube. Twenty minutes later, he turned his key in the lock of his flat in Finsbury Park. The silence of the interior annoyed him. He wanted someone there, waiting, but he was such an introvert he couldn’t even imagine asking anyone out on a date. Closing the door behind him, Alexander removed his coat and hung it up dutifully in his closet. As he made his way to the kitchen for some food, he lost himself in his dream world. A place where he often dwelt. Comrades in arms, close quarters with large muscular men, deep rumbling laughter and the scent of testosterone and sweat. On the wall over the kitchen table hung a poster of Russell Crowe as the Gladiator. Archeological finds littered his shelves: pottery, tools, remains of metal weapons left underground for centuries. Pictures of 6

Murphy’s Hero superheroes were plastered on his walls along with photographs of ruined castles and Stonehenge. History textbooks filled a bookcase in his living room, a stack of videos and DVDs lay piled in the corner. After heating up the oven, putting in a prepared frozen dinner, Alexander changed into his jeans and a t-shirt. The television remote control in hand, he turned on a small TV with a press of a button. Newscasters spread the latest nightmares across the airwaves. As he watched, Alexander shook his head sadly. “Why is there no one to help these people?” His dinner consumed as he sat alone on a chair in the kitchen, Alexander washed up his plate and fork, drying his hands on a towel. Relaxing on his couch, he thumbed through his latest journals on archeology. Only interested in Roman and Greek ancient history, caring less for the Stone Age or modern wars, he tossed the magazine aside, flipping through the channels of the television. The minute he found a station he liked, he curled up on the sofa to watch. A rerun of Superman made him smile in excitement. “Now, there’s a man who can get things done.” His fantasy life kicking in once more, Alexander settled down for a long bout of movie watching before he retired for the night.

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Chapter Two Adrian Mackenzie checked his watch as he stood on the tube platform at Oxford Circus Station. The underground was jammed with bodies from the rush hour and the lack of air circulation made him feel hot and soot-covered. Someone exclaimed loudly in excitement, jarring him out of his preoccupation with thoughts of upcoming work for the day. He looked over the heads of several people to see why. It seemed a small group was stirring in the massive crowd. Curious as to what was going on, Adrian made his way closer to have a look where the action seemed to be taking place. An older man in a tweed business suit lay prone and a handsome, long-haired fellow was shouting, “Will someone call the bleedin’ medics?” Blinking in awe at the looks of this gorgeous longhaired male, Adrian began shouting, “Give them some room!” and backed the gawkers up a few inches. Several people were on their mobile phones as they stared at the older gentleman lying down on the dirty cement. Adrian knelt down next to the unconscious man and the adorable one.

 

Murphy’s Hero “Are you a doctor?” Adrian asked. “No. I’m bloody not!” He looked up around him at the mob. “But I’ll bet someone is!” “Is he breathing?” “Aye. He’s just fainted. Get his legs elevated. Use his briefcase.” Adrian propped the gentleman’s knees up with his leather valise. Once he had he continued gazing at the long-haired man’s incredible face. “Did anyone manage to call 999?” the man shouted. A few people answered in the affirmative. “Bloody useless,” he muttered. Adrian couldn’t stop smiling at him. “Oh, look, he’s coming around.” He gestured to the reclining man. “It’s the heat. He’s overdressed,” the long-haired man replied, trying to loosen the gentleman’s coat. Soon a parting in the crowd occurred and a medical team made their way through. Simultaneously the subway pulled up and the mixture of boarding and unloading added to the chaos. When the medics took over, Adrian lost sight of the long-haired man, until he suddenly caught a glimpse of him leaving the platform. Racing after him, Adrian called, “Hey! Wait up!” When the long-haired man didn’t react, Adrian sprinted toward him, grabbing his arm. Those wild green eyes blinked at Adrian in shock, and a crimson blush raced to his cheeks. “You just did a great thing,” Adrian said. “What’s your name?” “My name?” “Yes.” After stammering nervously, the gorgeous man replied, “Alexander Parker.” Holding out his hand in greeting, Adrian said, “I’m Adrian Mackenzie. Nice to meet you.” Alexander gave his hand a quick shake, turned, and 9

G.A. Hauser resumed his walk. “Wait!” Adrian kept grabbing hold of him. “Are you in a rush?” “Yes. I’m always late.” “Which way are you going?” “British Museum.” “I’ll walk you there.” Tilting his head in suspicion, Alexander asked, “Why?” Adrian didn’t want to admit a thing. Working as an editor of a gay magazine had its advantages and, certainly, its disadvantages. Though most people were okay with his profession, it did startle the few prudes who were alive and well and living in London. Wanting to know more about this shy, adorable man, Adrian wasn’t about to let him go. “It’s on my way.” Adrian gestured for Alexander to continue walking. As they resumed their stroll, Adrian waited for some conversation from Alexander. Nothing seemed to be coming out of his mouth. “You all right?” “Hm?” “You okay after the ordeal down in the tube?” “Aye. I’m used to it.” “Used to it?” The comment intrigued Adrian. Stopping in his tracks, Alexander confronted Adrian. “Why are you asking me questions?” Nudging Alexander out of the mainstream of busy foot traffic, Adrian smiled into his amazing features. “Because. You know how few people there are that care about others in this town? It was just a noble deed, Alexander.” A light seemed to shine in those green eyes momentarily. Adrian continued, “People who do these things need to be appreciated, recognized.” “No!” “No?” That reddish blush returned to Alexander’s cheeks. “I don’t want any recognition.” He checked his watch. 10

Murphy’s Hero “Criminy. Late again.” “I’m sorry. I’m holding you up. Look, can I take you out for a drink after work?” An expression of terror flashed across Alexander’s face. Right before Adrian gave up on him, he heard a very soft, “Okay.” “I’ll meet you on the front steps of the main entrance of the museum. Great Russell Street. Right? When do you get out?” “Five.” “Brilliant. See you then, Alexander.” A shy smile flickered across Alexander’s handsome face before he vanished into the throng. Adrian watched him go until he couldn’t see him any longer. Turning back to the Oxford Circus tube, and the way to his office, Adrian felt his body going into overdrive at the interaction he had just had. “Gorgeous, absolutely bloody fucking gorgeous!” “Oi! You need a new alarm clock, Alexander?” Jocelyn teased as he rushed in, hanging his coat up. “Sorry. I’ll work through me lunch.” Alexander sat at his desk and booted up his computer. “Oh, don’t be daft. I’m just winding you up.” Peeking up at Morgan, he found her once again exchanging smiles with Jocelyn. Cringing in shame, he hated being the butt of their jokes. Once he was busy and the talking subsided to the clicking of keys, Alexander began to think about that man from the station. Adrian Mackenzie. Tall, blond, blueeyed, the kind of man you could stand side by side with in battle. Instantly he placed Adrian in a Greek soldier’s uniform and had him holding a shield and spear. He was Alexander the Great’s Hephaestion. The image was so enticing he stopped typing and licked his lips in excitement. Right after the thrill of the vision faded, his 11

G.A. Hauser nerves kicked in. Was he really meeting that sharply dressed man for a drink? What would they talk about? What would he say? “Christ, he’ll figure out I’m a loser.” “You talking to yourself?” Morgan asked. Ignoring her, Alexander got back to work, both dreading and looking forward to the meeting at five. Adrian was early. Checking his watch, he entered the museum to kill a few minutes. His heels echoing on the marble floors, he craned his neck to all the delights the building contained chiding himself over not having passed through these doors since he was a child. Admiring the Egyptian sarcophaguses, the statues of pharaohs and gods, Adrian was smitten with the collection and wondered if it was time to do a nice article on the place in the culture section of his magazine. Moving through the massive halls, the noise of children and shouting around him, Adrian climbed a back staircase and was about to enter the Roman and Greek area when he paused. Standing still, as if hypnotized, Alexander was staring into one of the display cases. Grinning as he approached Alexander from behind, Adrian was dying to see what item was so irresistible to this adorable man. Matching in six-foot height, Adrian peered over Alexander’s broad shoulder to the exhibit of Greek and Roman armor. “Ah,” Adrian smiled knowingly. Gasping, Alexander spun around, winding up face to face with Adrian, close enough to kiss. “Hello, Alexander,” Adrian purred sweetly. “Greek history is my favorite as well.” As if he were in a cage, the display case behind him and Adrian in front, Alexander went beet red once more and pressed his back against the glass for more space. Not allowing him his escape, Adrian was beginning to suspect something else from this shy man. “Oh, yes, 12

Murphy’s Hero indeed. Greek and Roman soldiers. A time when men were men and could be themselves. You know what I mean?” “Be themselves?” “Precisely.” Adrian imagined running his hand along the side of Alexander’s blushing cheek, into his thick brown hair. “Men in armor, shields, bows and arrows. Love it.” “Do you?” As the fear left Alexander’s expression and relief filled it, Adrian asked, “What’s your favorite item?” Turning instantly, pointing, Alexander exclaimed, “That!” A bronze helmet with slit openings for eyes was the object of his fancy. “Nice! Wow, what a wicked looking mask. Very nice.” “I love it. It was donated by someone. It’s in fantastic shape. It’s from 460 B.C. It’s Corinthian.” “Yes. It is fantastic, make no mistake.” Adrian did a deliberate sweep of Alexander’s body from his hair to his boots. “Ready for an ale?” As if panic kicked in, Alexander cleared his throat nervously. “You…you sure you want to have a drink with me?” “Very sure.” “I’m…I’m extremely boring.” “I doubt that very much. Shy, yes. Boring?” Adrian shook his head strongly no. The redness starting at Alexander’s cheeks washed down to his throat instantly. Adrian tapped his arm. “I know a great pub close by.” Gulping audibly, running his fingers back through his hair in anxiety, Alexander followed where Adrian led. Trotting down the wide stairs of the museum to the front entrance, Adrian read Alexander’s nervousness on his face and had an urge to reach out and hold his hand to 13

G.A. Hauser comfort him. After a stroll of a few blocks, they arrived at one of London’s classic English drinking establishments. Opening the door for him so he could enter first, Adrian rammed into the back of Alexander as he stopped short before entering the pub, as if the interior intimidated him on sight. Touching Alexander’s back, gently prodding him in, Adrian gestured to an open booth. “Have a seat. What can I bring you from the bar?” Alexander fumbled with his wallet. Adrian held back his hand. “My treat, for saving the guy on the platform today.” “Uh…lager, bitter, ale? Anything is fine.” Nodding, Adrian gave him a big, reassuring smile, then left. Alexander took off his jacket when the warmth of the interior got to him. Crushing it behind him on the bench seat, he felt overheated and opened the top button of his shirt, running his hand back through his hair to get it out of his eyes. When he found the courage to look around, he noticed several people were staring at him. Turning his back to them so he faced a photo of foxhounds on a hunt on the wall, Alexander hid. He hated pubs. Everyone stared at him in pubs. Either that or someone was bound to choke on their food. Wishing he was home and not in an environment that made him a wreck, he wondered why Adrian took an interest in him. Thinking about Alexander’s sex appeal while he waited for the pints to be pulled, Adrian couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. If he had any choice about it, Alexander would be stripped naked for his next issue’s centerfold. Bloody fantastic. Twisting back to see him, 14

Murphy’s Hero suddenly noticing Alexander was trying to disappear into the wallpaper, Adrian shook his head sadly. What on earth? Two sweating pints in his hands, Adrian returned placing both drinks on the table, relaxing across from Alexander. Raising his beer, Adrian said, “Cheers, to a hero.” Tapping Adrian’s glass with his own, before sipping it, Alexander replied, “I’m no hero.” “Yes. You are.” A bewildered look washed across Alexander’s face. Setting the beer down, he leaned across the scarred oak table to ask Adrian, “Why do you care?” “A few reasons,” Adrian replied, taking a sip of his beer. “One, you care. You cared enough to help that guy.” Alexander shrugged, gulping the beer. “No one else did.” “Secondly,” Adrian lowered his voice seductively, “I think you’re adorable.” Stopping mid-swallow, Alexander choked and spat beer out of his mouth in shock. Sitting back in his seat, Adrian judged the reaction closely. “Did you say adorable? Me?” “Yes. What makes you think you’re not?” Alexander found a napkin and wiped up the table where he had sprayed the beer. Adrian was becoming used to the red blush that seemed permanent on Alexander’s cheeks. “I’m flirting with you. Am I barking up the wrong tree?” That made Alexander mute. Blinking like he’d seen a ghost, Alexander didn’t respond in any way. “Look, I’m sorry if I am. I’m gay and out, and I suppose when I see something special I take the chance. If you’re not gay and I offended you, I’m sorry.” After finishing his beer in what appeared a blast of alcohol for courage, Alexander whispered so softly 15

G.A. Hauser Adrian almost couldn’t understand him, “I’m not offended.” Leaning closer to catch it, when he did, Adrian smiled. “Good. Another round?” “Please.” Alexander put some cash on the table. “Wait there. Don’t move.” Nodding, Alexander did exactly as he was told. As Adrian hurried to get him another beer, he whispered to himself, “I knew it. Best fucking gaydar in the nation.” The first beer had already gone to Alexander’s head. As he stared at Adrian from behind, he felt the excitement in him stir. Lost in his fantasy, they were in a Roman bath, naked, sweat dripping down their skin, steam shooting out of the floor, grinning wickedly at each other in attraction. When the second beer appeared in front of him, and his change, Alexander thanked Adrian and began slurping it down. “Sorry. I’m a nervous wreck.” “Why?” Adrian whispered, looking around the area. “I’m a social novice. I don’t get out. I just can’t get comfortable talking to people.” “Have you always been that way?” “Yes. In school I was worse. I just hid behind me books.” Alexander felt embarrassed by his confession, not to mention the look of sympathy he was receiving. “I blame Mum. She babied me. Wouldn’t even let me leave home until I insisted. Finally I put me foot down and got a flat. Last year. I had to. I was going crazy living with her there, especially once Dad died. She was strangling me, Adrian.” “How old are you?” “Bloody twenty-seven. Pathetic! You believe it took me that long to get out from her clutches?” “Ever kiss anyone?” 16

Murphy’s Hero Alexander felt as if a charge from an electrical shock passed through his body. “Kiss? You’re asking me if I ever kissed anyone? How cheeky!” “I know. But I still want to know if you have. My guess is no.” Alexander had a feeling Adrian knew the answer to that one before he asked. “Can we change the subject? Must we examine all my social failings? This night out is already overwhelming me.” “Alexander. Calm down. No one will harm you. But you’re twenty-seven and never been kissed. Don’t you think it’s about time?” Adrian asked, a kind smile on his lips. “I…I…” Alexander held his beer in front of him, as if it was a wall to hide behind. “Who on earth would I kiss? You want me to just choose someone at random to say ‘There! I’ve kissed someone?’” “How about me?” “You? You want me to kiss you?” Suddenly Alexander was dealing with a hard-on that was throbbing in time with his madly beating heart. “Yes.” “H…here?” Alexander was lost on Adrian’s lips as he spoke, imagining the potential of locking lips with this Adonis. “No. Not here.” “Wh…where?” He finished his second beer, guzzling it. Adrian shrugged casually. “Your place? Mine?” “Uh…uh…oh, crikey.” “Am I moving too fast?” “Yes…No!” Alexander corrected. “I suppose I am overdue for a bleedin’ kiss. I mean, most blokes are devirginated by fifteen. I’m the bloody exception. Don’t think I don’t know it.” “Okay then. Let’s go.” Adrian finished his ale, standing up near the table, waiting for him as if this whole 17

G.A. Hauser act was some kind of dare. The sweat breaking out on his skin, Alexander grabbed his jacket, sliding out of the booth. Knowing he was as hard as a rock from the conversation, he held it in front of his waist until he was outside the pub and in the twilight where he felt more concealment. In the cool evening air, he slipped his jacket on, waiting for Adrian to give him some directions. “Where do you live?” “Finsbury Park,” Alexander replied. “Your place is closer. You mind?” “What…what are we going to do there?” “Kiss?” Adrian shrugged. “We can do anything you’d like.” Anything I’d like? Alexander felt the gooseflesh on his arms rise. “Okay.” Adrian whistled loudly and waved down a cab so they’d get to Finsbury Park more quickly than on the tube. The ride was short and silent. Again, Adrian pushed Alexander’s hand away when he offered to pay. Walking up to the small attached row of Victorian homes, Adrian looked up at the narrow, two-story building and knew well the style of flats in the area. Watching the key shake in Alexander’s hand, Adrian felt sorry for the guy and knew he needed to go slowly. Once inside, Adrian got a good gander at the décor. The posters of superheroes made him smile instantly, and he soon realized there was a little boy lurking inside the body of this well-built adult male. As Alexander turned on lights and took off his jacket, Adrian investigated some artifacts that were on a shelf. “Did you find these yourself?” Alexander moved closer to see. “Yes.” “Bet that was fun.” “I do enjoy it.” Alexander fussed with his hands, 18

Murphy’s Hero shoving them in and out of his pockets, crossing them over his chest. “Can I get you anything?” “No. Come here.” Alexander froze where he stood. Adrian had to close the gap that separated them. “Do you know how good looking you are, Alexander?” “No.” “Very. Very, very.” That lovely blush appeared and those green eyes darted downward. Adrian slowly moved his hand to cup Alexander’s rough jaw. At the touch he could see Alexander visibly quiver. Digging his fingers into the long thick hair of the back of Alexander’s head, Adrian drew him near, excruciatingly slowly, giving Alexander the chance to back out if he wanted to. Their lips touched. Adrian didn’t move to open his mouth. He just allowed them to touch. Alexander thought his legs had gone numb and his body would dissolve into mush. His first kiss. It was sending shockwaves throughout his body. The scent of Adrian’s cologne was driving him mad. He had so much blood rushing to his crotch he thought it would blow open his zipper. Alexander backed up, looking into Adrian’s blue eyes. “That was nice.” “Good. You want another?” “Yes. Please.” Alexander closed his eyes. Those soft lips touched his again. His skin felt alive with fire. He’d never experienced anything like it. Standing in the middle of his sitting room, their lips connected, Alexander could have stayed that way all night. Then Adrian opened his mouth, moving to a new level. 19

G.A. Hauser A warm wet tongue touched Alexander on the lips. Another bolt of electricity raced over Alexander’s body. He parted his mouth slightly, imagining doing the same thing to Adrian, but he had to build up the nerve. Adrian was going mad. Visions of shoving Alexander down on the floor, stripping his lower clothes and diving on his cock cascaded over his brain. Forcing himself to calm down so he didn’t overwhelm Alexander, Adrian had to keep stopping himself from opening Alexander’s shirt, rubbing his hands all over his skin, or eating at his mouth as if he were a crazed sex fiend. A timid tongue found its way inside Adrian’s mouth. So much pleasure washed through Adrian at the touch, he moaned. Alexander flinched back. “Did I do something wrong?” “No!” “Oh. You made a sound.” “A sound in pleasure. Come, sit with me on the couch.” Adrian held his hand and made himself comfortable as Alexander sat next to him. Pushing back Alexander’s hair from his forehead, Adrian mused out loud, “How is it possible that someone who looks like you can have so little experience? I don’t understand it.” Adrian prevented Alexander from twisting away in shame. “Stop it. Just talk to me, Alexander. Tell me what you’re thinking.” “I told you, Mum kept me close to her. She never let me out. I was like a bloody prisoner. She told me girls were dirty and would give me nasty bugs, but I never liked them anyway. And the thought of chatting up boys, letting on I liked them, well, I was too mortified to even dare. I kept to myself, Adrian. I went to work and just wanted the simple life. I suppose I still do.” “But no one asked you out?” Adrian clasped 20

Murphy’s Hero Alexander’s hand. “Maybe once or twice a girl hinted about it to me in school. But I lived at home and I said no. Mum expected me back after class. I had to be there or she and Dad would get cross. I suppose since I’ve been on me own, I avoided scenes that would put me into that situation. You can see I can’t handle it. I’m a social failure. I fall apart, Adrian. I get the urge to leave. To get out of the situation so I don’t have to deal with it. I’m a complete imbecile.” “Stop saying that. You aren’t an imbecile, Alexander. I saw what you did earlier on the tube platform. You should be very proud of yourself.” “That’s different.” “How is that different?” “People need help. Someone has to help them. I don’t get involved with them. I just help them and then I leave.” Adrian looked at the posters on the walls. “Like a superhero?” “Maybe. Or maybe just some bloke who doesn’t like to see bad things happen.” “Christ, you are so adorable. I am so mad for you, Alexander.” Once again those green eyes blinked wide. “Mad? For me? But why? What on earth do you see in a bloke like me?” “Look.” Adrian used Alexander’s hand and cupped his own crotch with it. “Hard as a fricken brick.” “Wow.” “Do I do the same to you?” Timidly, Alexander brought Adrian’s hand to his own hard-on. “Wow,” Adrian echoed, smiling. “What now?” “What do you want to do?” “More kisses? Is that okay?” “More than okay. Come here.” Adrian cupped Alexander’s head and urged him closer. 21

G.A. Hauser When their lips touched, Alexander did the moaning this time. Smiling in pleasure, Adrian allowed Alexander his gentle kisses.

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Chapter Three Friday had finally arrived. His fingers hovering over the keyboard, Alexander kept getting flashes of Adrian’s kisses. For two hours they had sat on his settee and explored the art of tongue versus tongue teasing. It was unbelievable. And the fact that a man as fantastic as Adrian Mackenzie thought he was cute added to the thrill. A knock came at their office door. Harry stood and opened it. He was handed a large box. Harry thanked the young boy who had delivered it, setting it on the floor in front of Morgan. “It’s for you.” “Oh, finally!” She clapped her hands in relief. “Someone have a knife?” Alexander handed her scissors, peering down curiously at the mysterious box. After she cut it open, giving him back the scissors, Morgan lifted the object out of the shredded paper wrapping. “Bloody hell!” Alexander blurted, covering his mouth quickly for swearing. “Sorry.” “It looks fantastic, Morgan.” Jocelyn admired it. “I knew it would be.” Morgan agreed.

 

G.A. Hauser Alexander wanted to get his greedy hands on it. As if Morgan knew, she held it out for him. “Here, have a look.” Taking the replica of the Corinthian helmet he had fallen in love with, Alexander sighed in disbelief. “It’s sensational. Brilliant.” “You think you can bring that to the Regent’s Park Historical Society on your way home, Alexander?” Morgan asked. “Huh?” He was already lost, spinning fantasies. “Alexander! Can you bring it to the historical society on your way home?” “Huh? Oh! Sure. Yes.” “The way you’re ogling that thing it’s as if you get more excitement from that than you ever would from a woman. Or a man?” Jocelyn widened her eyes as if she were asking innocently. “Not half. You get a woodie from holding it, Alexander?” Morgan chuckled. “Ladies,” Harry admonished, “leave the poor man alone. You do tease him too much.” Setting it back in its box reluctantly, Alexander didn’t answer their jibes. With the beloved item near his desk, he kept an eye on it while he worked. The helmet in a plastic bag in his hand, Alexander waved goodbye to one of the museum guards as he headed out into the twilight. Whistling as he went, he knew Adrian was coming over later for more kissing and couldn’t wait. Standing at a traffic signal, Alexander felt the rounded object through the bag and wanted one more peek at it before he dropped it off. Crossing the street, he located a quiet, narrow, cobblestone alley and crouched down to peel back the plastic. Seeing the wicked slit eyes and nose guard made goose pimples break out on his flesh. After 24

Murphy’s Hero taking a quick peek around, Alexander put that helmet on his head. “Oh, yes!” His voice echoed back to him. “Wish I had a damn mirror!” A faint noise made its way through the metal to his ear. A woman was shouting. Moving towards the sound, Alexander peered around a bend in the brick buildings to see her fighting with two men. “Hey!” Alexander shouted, running in their direction. “Help me! Please!” she cried. Alexander noticed the men freeze, staring at him. Seeing their confusion, Alexander took an aggressive step towards them, trying to scare them off. It appeared the attackers were intimidated by the ferocious looking helmet and Alexander’s imposing height and battle stance. Slowly they backed off, leaving the woman alone, bolting out of the alley. The woman rushed towards Alexander. “Oh, thank God! I was so scared! I never walk this way but I decided to take a shortcut. Never again! I thought they were going to mug me! Or worse!” Alexander struggled unsuccessfully to take the helmet off. “You should know better than to be in an alley alone this time of night.” “What?” she asked, “I can barely hear you. Are you like some superhero or something?” “No. Not even close.” He continued tugging at the helmet to get it off. As he exited the alley he heard the woman behind him shouting, “He saved me! He scared off rapists! He’s my hero!” “Oh, criminy, here we go again.” Alexander stumbled down the pavement trying to get the helmet off his head. People were staring at him, pointing at him as the woman kept spouting praises behind his back. “Oh, just kill me.” Alexander moaned. Seeing a black cab, he tried to flag it down but it swerved to avoid him. “Augh!” He bent over, both hands on the helmet, but he could not remove it. 25

G.A. Hauser Throwing up his hands in frustration, he hurried away from all the staring eyes and back into the dim alleyways to avoid too much attention. Two junkies were just about to shoot up. One tapped the other, pointing at the man in the helmet in disbelief. “I haven’t even taken the hit yet and I’m already hallucinating.” “You think it’s something from the pigs?” “You mean, Robocop?” “Nah. Looks more like something from Gladiator. “Let’s get the fuck out of here. Either way, he’s not going to like finding us here.” Alexander noticed two sleazy looking men running away from him, vanishing into the darkness. Pausing, catching his breath, he attempted to tug off the helmet once more, giving up. Scuffing his weary way home, Alexander took the side roads hoping no one would hound him or call the police. Adrian stood in front of Alexander’s flat. Checking the time, he dialed his work number, heard it ring and no one pick up. Hanging up, he tried Alexander’s cell phone. “Hello?” he thought someone answered. “Alexander?” Only muffled sounds came through. He disconnected it, sitting down on Alexander’s front stoop to wait for him. After a long while, Adrian was about to give up and leave when he noticed a man wearing a warrior’s helmet making his way towards him. “Oh, you have to be kidding.” He covered his mouth to prevent his laughter. “Adrian!” Alexander tried to shout through the helmet. “Get me out of this thing!” “You’re stuck?” Adrian began laughing. “Come here.” 26

Murphy’s Hero Alexander bent over and Adrian pulled the helmet off. Once it was removed, Alexander moaned, rubbing his face and hair. “Don’t tell me.” Adrian tucked the mask under his arm as Alexander opened the door to his flat. “How long were you like that?” “All the bleedin’ way home! None of the cabbies would stop for me.” Adrian gave the helmet a good look. “I’m not surprised.” Once he was inside, Alexander threw off his jacket and dropped to the sofa. “Oh, I’m knackered.” “You had to walk the whole way? I rung your mobile.” “I know! I was shouting at you. You hung up.” “Sorry. I didn’t hear a word through the phone. I’d have come by and helped, I swear.” Sitting next to Alexander, Adrian set the helmet on his knee so he could admire it. “I take it it’s a replica and you didn’t nick it out of the case.” “Funny.” “I had to ask. I only had one date with you. Who knows?” Alexander took it from him and set it on the coffee table. As they leaned against each other on the couch, they both stared at it. “It’s bloody amazing,” Alexander sighed, “Gives me a right woodie just looking at it.” “Does it?” Adrian chuckled. “It intimidates the hell out of me.” “It’s supposed to. I mean, in battle, that’s the point.” “Yes, I assume so.” Adrian put his arm around Alexander’s shoulder. “Too tired to go out to the local for a pint?” “Yes, you mind? I’ve some food in the house, I’m sure.” “Any beer?” “Yes.” Alexander smiled. “You intending on getting 27

G.A. Hauser me drunk again for more kisses?” “Do you need a beer before we kiss? You know, for courage?” Adrian asked. Sitting up bravely, Alexander dared him. “Why don’t you try and find out?” Not waiting for him to change his mind, Adrian grabbed Alexander’s face in both hands and went for a more passionate version of their kiss. Hearing Alexander’s whimpering, Adrian knew he was back on track. Parting to allow Alexander a breath, since he was panting in excitement, Adrian whispered, “When can we move on?” “M...move on? What’s next?” “I don’t know. Can I take off your shirt?” “You…you don’t want to do that.” Alexander gripped it tight at the buttons. “Why not?” “What if you don’t like what you see?” “I bet I do like it.” Adrian pried Alexander’s hand off his clothing. “Will you leave if you don’t?” “No. Of course not, Alexander.” Licking his lips, knowing damn well what was under the shirt was going to be a knockout, Adrian opened his buttons slowly as Alexander watched his every move. Spreading the fabric wide, Adrian took in the sight of those swollen pectoral muscles, sparse chest hair, a firm, tightly cut abdomen, and a dark line of hair leading down to the top of Alexander’s trousers. “Catch your breath, Alexander. You’ll hyperventilate.” Adrian caressed his face gently. “Am I okay?” “You’re more than okay.” Adrian gave Alexander some time to recover. “You’re beautiful. You have a perfect body.” “I do?” “Oh yes.” Adrian moved back on the couch, taking off 28

Murphy’s Hero his own shirt as Alexander stared with unmatched intensity. “There. What do you think?” “I think I’m going to explode.” Alexander pressed on his crotch. Wanting to satisfy this man so badly he ached, Adrian pressed his hand against Alexander’s sternum and slowly persuaded him to lie back on the sofa with him. Without reluctance, Alexander allowed Adrian to lie on top of him. Connecting to his lips, Adrian smoothed his hand softly over Alexander’s chest, exciting his nipple. Feeling Alexander raise his hips up in reflex, Adrian ran his palm down the length of Alexander’s abdomen to the top of his trousers. Alexander’s kisses grew more forceful, passionate. He opened his mouth more as he invited Adrian’s tongue to enter. And Adrian took advantage of that invitation, dancing inside Alexander’s mouth. As he did, he slid his fingers under Alexander’s work trousers, over his briefs, and touched his hard cock. Alexander parted from the kiss to pant, his eyes wide in expectation. “Can I touch you here?” “Yes.” Alexander’s chest was rising and falling rapidly. “But I’ll come. If you do, I’ll come.” “That’s the idea.” “Oh.” Alexander shook his head in embarrassment. “I’m an idiot.” “No. You aren’t. You’re just inexperienced. That’s all. But I’m here to help you.” “Help me, Adrian. Teach me what to do. I don’t want to be alone. I don’t want to be such a misfit.” “Stop putting yourself down.” Alexander nodded, biting his top lip. “Kiss me again.” Smiling, Adrian met his lips, opening his mouth to allow Alexander inside. While Alexander was busy experimenting with his tongue, Adrian removed his hand, 29

G.A. Hauser unzipping Alexander’s trousers, dipping back inside, under his briefs this time. When he felt the size of Alexander’s erection he couldn’t believe it. He had to look. Had to. Parting from their kiss gently, Adrian peeked. “Oh, Alexander…” “What? What?” Alexander panicked. “You are amazing.” “Amazing? Down there? How? Why?” He gulped nervously, unable to catch his breath. “It’s so big. Wow.” “Big?” Alexander leaned up on his elbows to look. “Is it? Oh, God, if you touch me like that, I’ll come.” “Can I make you come?” “Yes, please.” Alexander appeared near tears he was so nervous. “Okay, baby. Lie back and relax. You just let me take care of you.” Wiping at a single salty drop that ran down his face, Alexander relaxed on the cushions in anticipation. Taking in the sight of this mysterious undiscovered model, Adrian swept his vision from Alexander’s handsome face with its square jaw and high cheekbones to his erect pink nipples, tight rippling stomach muscles, and finally that cock. Perfect in every way. Craving to sink it down his throat, Adrian knew that adventure was for next time. Pushing Alexander’s trousers lower on his thighs, caressing his soft, heavy balls, Adrian hadn’t seen a nude model to compare to this one in years. Gently he held onto that long cock and began running it in and out of his palm. The moment he gave it what it craved, Alexander came, arching his back and crying out in bliss. Cupping the sperm in his hand, Adrian whispered, “I’ll be right back. You just relax.” Nodding, wiping his eyes as they filled, Alexander watched him go. Seeing the helmet staring at him, 30

Murphy’s Hero Alexander covered his hand over his crotch modestly. “What are you looking at?” Dropping his head back to the armrest, Alexander closed his eyelids, savoring the first orgasm he had ever experienced by someone else’s hand. It was awesome. Now he wished he hadn’t waited so long to reach out to someone. Returning from the bathroom, Adrian paused at the sight in the sitting room. Alexander’s pose, his hair tussled and over his forehead, his shirt spread wide, as were his trousers, and the slight arch to his back causing his pelvis to push forward in the most seductive way. Adrian had to compose himself before he shoved his dick up this man’s ass forcefully. Alexander’s long, dark eyelashes blinked, and the shock of his emerald green irises made Adrian’s pulse race. “Wow, Alexander. You are prettier than most of my models.” “Your models?” Alexander made a weak attempt at closing his shirt, giving up when Adrian sat beside him and pushed it back open again. “Do you own a modeling agency?” “No. Never mind. So? It’s Friday night. What do you have planned for the weekend?” “Other than maybe seeing Mum for afternoon tea on Sunday? Nothing. You?” “Nothing.” Adrian chuckled at Alexander’s pout. “Oh.” “Can I spend the night?” “You want to sleep over?” Alexander asked excitedly. “Yes!” “Cool!” “Very cool. Okay, where’s the food and booze?” When Adrian headed for the kitchen, he watched as Alexander stumbled off the couch, closing his slacks and 31

G.A. Hauser shirt as he did. Having three beers with dinner, Alexander was tipsy and overwhelmed that Adrian wanted to stay. Leaving Adrian in the main bathroom on the upper floor so he could wash up for bed, Alexander locked the front door, noticing the helmet sitting on the coffee table. Carrying it up the stairs, he set it on the dresser, loving the look of the thing. Hearing the bathroom door open, he paused, gasping when Adrian emerged from it naked. Alexander reached back for the wall in support as his knees went weak. “Wow.” “You like?” Adrian struck a pose, leaning against the threshold between rooms. “Wow.” Alexander echoed. “Uh, what now?” “You can get naked too, if you want.” Alexander tore off his clothing and dropped it on the floor. “Now what?” Laughing softly, Adrian replied, “Get into bed, Alexander.” Like a little boy, Alexander hopped on the bed and crawled under the blankets. Adrian joined him, cuddling him in his arms. “Oh, this feels so good!” Alexander squirmed all over him. “Oh, you have that right, Mr. Parker. It feels really good.” “Let’s do something naughty.” “Okay.” Adrian paused, noticing the helmet on the dresser, staring at them. “You brought that up here?” “Yes. Why?” “It just scares me a little.” “I’ll protect you.” Alexander crushed him in his arms. “I feel safe with you,” Adrian sighed. “My hero.” A proud grin washed over Alexander’s face. “I could be one. You know?” “I know. I saw you in action.” 32

Murphy’s Hero “I have lots of incidences like that. It’s uncanny.” “Do you?” “You don’t want to talk about that. Now, Mr. Mackenzie, my turn to please you?” “Are you ready?” Alexander shrugged. “It’s only fair. And I know how to wank, I’ve done it enough.” “I’d imagine you have.” Adrian tried not to smirk. “Ouch. Don’t be cruel.” “Sorry.” Pushing down the sheet, Adrian replied, “Okay, give it a shot.” “If I fuck up will you leave?” “You won’t. Have a little faith. Besides, I’m here to guide you.” “Okay.” Alexander sat up next to him. Clearing his throat, he made several attempts at reaching for Adrian’s cock, backing away nervously. Adrian held Alexander’s hand, placing it on his body for him. As they worked together, Adrian became erect. When he did, Adrian released Alexander’s hand to allow him to do the rest. Looking at Adrian’s face, seeing his eyes close, Alexander tried his best to make him come, petrified he couldn’t do a good enough job. Working him quickly, he noticed Adrian spread his legs wide. Alexander waited to see what he should do. Adrian clasped Alexander’s free hand and pushed it downward. Obeying that unspoken gesture, Alexander caressed Adrian’s balls gently. That hand urged him down further. Trying not to get distracted, Alexander asked, “What is it exactly you want me to do?” “Push against my ass.” “Yeah?” “Yeah.” Adjusting his grip once again on the base of Adrian’s dick, Alexander continued his up and down motion with his right hand, only this time, he dug between Adrian’s legs with his left and pushed against his ass with his index 33

G.A. Hauser finger. Adrian’s cock pulsed and a blob of white cream emerged, shooting out from the tip. Alexander was shocked. “That worked! Wow. That really worked.” “Oh, yes. You have no idea, Alexander, how well that works.” Adrian caught his breath. “Let me get something. Wait there.” Alexander rushed to the bathroom and returned with a damp washcloth, wiping up Adrian’s chest from the spill. “Thanks, love.” “Sleep time?” “Come on, give us a cuddle,” Adrian whispered, reaching out. Alexander hugged him tight, nestling into Adrian’s neck and blond hair. “Thanks, Adrian. I feel like you’re my private tutor.” “I’m hoping for better than that.” “Are you?” “Yes. Now get some sleep, my superhero.” Pecking his lips, Alexander fell into a deep slumber. During the night he woke. Feeling Adrian fast asleep next to him, Alexander crept out of bed to use the bathroom. When he returned to the room he found that helmet peering through its slit-eyes at him. Grinning slyly, he tiptoed to where it sat on his dresser and picked it up to admire. Unable to resist, he stepped into the bathroom, closed the door, turning on the light. Flipping back his long hair, he placed the helmet on his head. Loving the look of it in the mirror, he struck a few macho poses like any respectable Greek god would. Taking a white towel from the rack, Alexander used a safety pin and secured it around his neck for a cape. “Oh, this is too awesome.” After flapping the ends of the towel around, he grew excited, shut off the bathroom light, and hurried back into the bedroom. Finding his black briefs on the 34

Murphy’s Hero carpet, Alexander slipped them on, keeping the lights off as he descended the stairs to the lower floor. Digging through a closet under his coats, he located a replica of an ancient sword he had purchased years ago. Holding it up to admire, he leaped and bounded around the living room, on and off the sofa, imagining he was on the battlefield in full armor conquering his foes. Suddenly noticing his reflection in the dark front window glass, he was about to close the curtains to prevent any gawkers, when something caught his eye. Directly across the narrow one-way street the row of narrow Victorian houses mirrored his own. Thick black smoke seemed to be coming out from under the front door of one of the flats. “What the bloody hell?” Alexander opened the front door to get a better look. “Oh! Holy Christ!” He raced across the street in his bare feet and began pounding their door. “Fire! Wake up! Someone! Wake up!” Smelling the strong smoke and suddenly seeing orange flames through the front window, he panicked and threw his body against the wood, getting nowhere. With the scabbard of his sword he broke the front window glass, reaching in to unlock it, climbing through the gaping hole. “Anyone here?” he shouted through the helmet’s concealing facemask. Racing to the upper floor, he found two doors. Pounding on one, he opened it and woke up a couple asleep in bed. “Your house is burning! Get out!” As they panicked, Alexander asked, “Is there anyone else here?” “Our daughter!” the woman cried, hurrying behind him. Alexander choked as the smoke grew thick. Waving his hand in front of him, he located a little girl asleep in her bed. Lifting her up over his shoulder, he shouted to her parents, “Go! Stay low! Try not to breathe the smoke!” Choking and coughing in the black sooty air, Alexander shoved the two adults out in front of him as they wavered from fear at the sight of the orange flames. 35

G.A. Hauser Carrying the child in his one arm, his sword in the other, he managed to get them out of the burning flat. Wailing sirens sounded from a distance and several neighbors were being alerted to the disturbance by people banging on their doors to get them out. “Who are you?” the woman reached for her daughter. “Just a neighbor.” Alexander handed her the sleepy child. “You’re our neighbor?” She looked Alexander up and down. Seeing the fire department had arrived, connecting their hoses and raising their axes, Alexander bowed his head and said, “Gotta go.” “Wait! What’s your name? You saved our lives!” Rushing across the street before someone grabbed him and arrested him for indecent exposure, Alexander disappeared inside his flat, leaned back against his closed front door, and tried to slow his gasping breath. The sound of sirens startled Adrian. Sitting up, seeing he was alone in bed, he grabbed his pants and rushed down the stairs. Stopping short, he found Alexander in only his briefs and a white towel covered in black soot around his shoulders, struggling to pull off the Greek helmet. “What the hell is going on?” Helping him, Adrian yanked at the metal and it came off his head. A line of black dirt ran down Alexander’s face where the helmet gapped on the nose guard. “The flat across the street is on fire,” Alexander exclaimed excitedly. Adrian set the helmet down on the coffee table, rushing to open the door, seeing the fire trucks and spectators. Spinning back, he took in the appearance of Alexander. “What did you do? Did you save those people?” 36

Murphy’s Hero As if exhausted, Alexander dropped down on the sofa, wiping at his charcoal-covered hands. Just noticing it, Adrian found a sword lying on the floor next to him. Adrian shouted, “What the bloody hell just happened? Alexander! Talk to me! Did you just run across the street and save those people?” “It was nothing. Any bloke would have done the same.” “How did you know their flat was on fire?” “I was just down here, you know, playing. I noticed smoke. What else could it have been?” “And?” Adrian crossed his arms over his chest. “And? And?” Alexander mimicked. “You ran over there and saved those people!” “Why are you making such a bloody big deal out of it?” Alexander stood, still trying to wipe the soot from his hands. As Alexander climbed the stairs, Adrian pushed back the curtains to stare at the row of Victorian homes across the street. “I can’t believe this.” Looking back once, Adrian opened the door of the flat and darted between fire trucks and parked cars to the crowd that had gathered. As he stood there in the night, everyone was talking about some man in a Roman helmet who had saved all their lives. Rubbing his rough jaw in astonishment, Adrian tapped a woman on the shoulder as she held a little girl in her arms. “Did you just say a man wearing a Roman helmet saved you?” “Yes! He came in, woke my husband and I up, grabbed Sarah, and carried her out of the house. Do you know him? I want to thank him. He just ran away.” “No…ah, no. I don’t. I’m glad you’re all right.” Adrian slipped back across the street and into the flat, closing the door behind him. When he made it up the stairs he found Alexander had showered and was wiping some stubborn grime off his face in the mirror. “You amazing man.” 37

G.A. Hauser “Huh?” “You absolutely amazing, fucking man.” “Cut it out, Adrian. It’s embarrassing.” “Embarrassing? You should be given an award.” “Stop it.” Gaping at him, Adrian shook his head. “I don’t understand you.” Alexander hung the towel over the shower door, turning off the light. “There’s nothing to understand.” As they snuggled back under the blanket, Adrian gripped him close. “You are a hero, Alexander. One heck of a modest hero.” “Go to sleep, Adrian. Go to sleep.” Hugging him tightly, Adrian smiled in delight as he fell back to sleep.

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Chapter Four “Did you hear about that fire in Finsbury Park?” Morgan asked Harry and Jocelyn. “Some bloke in a Roman helmet saved a family from burning.” “No! Really? How amazing,” Jocelyn replied. “Good to know there are still a few wholesome men around.” Harry raised a bushy eyebrow. “Speaking about men, somewhat wholesome, where’s the late Mr. Parker?” “You two do take the mickey out of the lad too much,” Harry admonished. “He’s a good man, leave him be.” “We only do it because we adore him, Harry.” Jocelyn reapplied her lipstick. “He’s a sensitive sort,” Harry added. “A bit too mothered, I think. He doesn’t take kindly to teasing, mind.” “No. But he’s so cute when he blushes.” Morgan giggled. The door rattled, opening. A rushed Alexander appeared. “Sorry…I know…late.” “Don’t worry, love,” Jocelyn replied, “you set your own hours. We don’t care.”

 

G.A. Hauser “Cheeky monkey.” Alexander laughed as he hung up his coat. Morgan and Jocelyn winked at each other. Riding the tube to work, Adrian read the newspaper and blinked in surprise that there was a little article in the Sun about the fire and the mystery man in the bikini briefs, cape, and helmet. “Oh, Alexander, would I love to do a spread on you…two pages…oh yes. Wearing only your silly helmet.” Shaking his head, Adrian couldn’t wait to see him again. “Lord knows what you’ll be up to next!” Sneaking out of the museum, a rucksack over his shoulder, Alexander was hungry for lunch. On his way to the café he kept his eyes peeled for any sign of trouble. After he ate a sandwich quickly, Alexander made his way back towards the museum. Before he did, he slid into an alley, a smirking grin on his lips. The streets of London were jammed with pedestrians like cattle penned in at each intersection. In the midst of a crowd a young hooligan jostled an old man from behind. Just as the hooligan began to run away, the old man realized he had just had his wallet picked from his pocket. “Stop! Thief! He just stole my wallet! Help! Police!” “Tough luck, old man!” the thief laughed callously as he took flight. Suddenly he ran into someone. Gaping in horror, the crook stared up at Alexander wearing chest armor, a cape, and a Greek war helmet. “For fuck’s sake!” “Give the old geezer back his wallet.” The punk dropped the wallet at Alexander’s sandalcovered feet. Alexander picked it up, looking back behind him for the victim. “There you go.” Alexander handed it 40

Murphy’s Hero back to the old man, who was struggling to slow his breathing after his scare. “Why don’t you sit down?” Patting his back, Alexander escorted the man to rest on a small retaining wall. “Who the devil are you supposed to be?” “Sorry. Have to run.” “Hey! Wait a minute! I forgot to thank you!” Alexander raced through the crowd who were gaping at him in astonishment. Once he had changed out of the costume, he struggled to pull off the helmet. Seeing one of the security guards he was familiar with, Alexander reluctantly asked the man for help. A curious expression on the man’s face, he pulled off the helmet handing it to Alexander. “Thanks, mate.” “What on earth is that thing for?” “A demonstration for the kids. Just for a laugh.” Nodding as he walked off, the man vanished down the hall. Alexander had to find a way to be able to take the thing off easier, but when he was warm and sweaty, it stuck. Back inside the men’s lounge at the museum, he tamed his wild hair and pushed the helmet back into his backpack. When he’d hidden his gear, he smiled at himself in the mirror happily. “This is the dog’s bullocks!” Entered his office, hiding his pack behind his desk, Alexander noticed Harry watching him. “You’ve a message. A chap named Adrian rung. You’ve his number?” “Yes, cheers. Thanks, Harry.” Alexander checked his mobile phone and found a message from Adrian on it as well. Stepping out into the hall, Alexander dialed Adrian’s number excitedly. “Hello?” “Hiya. It’s me. You rang?” 41

G.A. Hauser “Yes, Roman soldier man. You know you made the paper?” “Did I?” Alexander wondered how they would have found out about his latest caper so quickly. “Yes. Didn’t you see the headlines? ‘Naked-Romansoldier-bloke saves family from fire’?” “Oh, that. It’s not Roman. I told you, it’s Greek. Corinthian.” “Oh, that? Alexander! What else have you been up to?” “Me? Nothing. So, you’ll come by later?” “Alexander!” “Adrian, I have to get busy. This is the first time in weeks I haven’t been late for work from my lunch break.” He noticed Jocelyn and Morgan approaching him from down the hall. “Gotta go, see you later.” Morgan paused before entering the office. “A phone call? From whom? Your mum?” “No. Not Mum.” Alexander allowed them to enter first, following behind. “A girlfriend?” Jocelyn set her pocketbook down in a drawer of her desk. “Girlfriend?” Alexander crunched up his face. “Oh, that’s right.” Jocelyn stuck her tongue into her cheek and winked at Morgan. “Ladies…give the poor man a break.” Harry moaned. “Who’s the lucky bloke?” Morgan whispered. Alexander didn’t answer, just smiled smugly and got back to work. “I’m telling you, James, he’s brilliant. I love everything about him,” Adrian gushed in excitement. “No kidding? I haven’t seen you smitten over a new conquest in ages.” “This one’s particularly appealing. It’s like he’s got some hidden thing going on on the side. He’s this Clark 42

Murphy’s Hero Kent/Superman type. I’m in heat thinking about him.” “Clark Kent? Come on, Adrian, that doesn’t sound like your type to me.” “He is, James, he is.” “Would he be interested in a shoot for the mag?” “Oh, no. He’s too shy. I can barely smile at him he blushes so much.” “I love that kind of man. So rare! I would eat him alive.” James peered behind him first before he asked, “Speaking about eating…is he tasty?” “What I’ve gotten so far. Very tasty indeed. He’s so virginal it’s intimidating me.” “Oh, shut up. That gorgeous and virginal? He’s given you a line, mate.” “No. He’s not. I’ve never met anyone like him.” About to mention the Roman hero bit, Adrian decided Alexander would be upset if he did. “Bring him out next time we go for a pub crawl. I’d love to meet him.” “I’ll try, but like I said, he’s shy to the point of pain.” “Poor baby. I’m sure you can work on him.” “Oh, no worries. I’m working on him all right,” Adrian grinned. As he left Adrian’s office, James shouted behind him, “Jealous! I’m sick with jealousy!” Under his breath Adrian muttered, “If you see him, you will be.” Alexander changed into his hero outfit, leaving quickly through a back stairwell from the museum. Slipping from alley to alley, he sought out crime. Slightly disappointed that the town seemed crime free, Alexander’s head drooped forward as he strolled the dark streets. Hearing a woman’s voice, Alexander paused, looking up at a doorway. 43

G.A. Hauser An older, rough looking lady smoking a cigarette on her porch was shouting at a man next to her. “I’ll tell that constable about your abuse!” “That’s no constable,” the man sneered. “Watch it! He’ll have ya! Drag ya to the nick!” “Bloody Roman soldiers? What will the Met think of next?” The man shook his head, blowing out a puff of cigarette smoke. “I wouldn’t mind me a Roman soldier,” she purred. “Shut up and get back inside.” As the door closed, Alexander resumed his walk home. Pausing, he noticed someone crouching down by a Jaguar, trying to jimmy the lock. Alexander stomped loudly to get the man’s attention. When he did, the man panicked and raced away. Throwing up his hands, Alexander sighed, “That’s it? That’s all there is today?” He took his rucksack off his shoulder in defeat. “Oi, I’m packing it in then. What’s the point?” Hiding behind a dark wall of a building, he changed out of his costume, replacing it with his slacks and shirt, again unable to pull the helmet off. Grumbling in frustration, Alexander stuffed the rest of his things back into the bag, and, head lowered, scuffed his way back to the flat. “Oh, you’re bloody joking.” Adrian caught sight of Alexander wearing the helmet walking down the public sidewalk. Sprinting to meet up, Adrian grabbed Alexander’s arm shaking his head. “Please don’t tell me you walked around like this all day.” Alexander yanked out of his grip and found his keys to open his front door. Once they were inside the flat, Adrian sighed, “I’m in love with a madman.” Setting the pack down on the floor, Alexander asked, “What? I can hardly hear a bloody word in this thing. 44

Murphy’s Hero Give us a hand, would you?” Completely amazed Alexander had the helmet stuck on his head again, Adrian gripped the metal dome and yanked it off. “You know you’re playing a very dangerous game.” “Oh, that thing feels good when it comes off. I don’t get it, Adrian. Sometimes I can pull it right off, and other times it clings to me bleedin’ head. I think the thing’s got a mind of its own.” Alexander massaged his scalp through his long, brown hair. “I’m serious, Alexander. This is not a game.” “People need help.” “That’s what the police are for.” Adrian set the helmet on the coffee table. “Police? Where the hell are the police? You ever see any? They’re invisible, mate. None are left to do any good.” Adrian peered back at the bag on the floor. “What’s in there, love?” “Never you mind.” Before Alexander could prevent it, Adrian opened the zipper. Tugging out a cape and chest plate armor, he shook his head in awe. “Oh, please don’t tell me you dress up in this shite.” Snatching the cape out of Adrian’s hand, Alexander headed to the upper floor. Following behind, Adrian paused at the top landing, carrying the bag with him. “You can’t put yourself out there like that. You’ll get hurt.” “I’m all right.” Adrian tossed the chest guard on the bed, investigating the rest of the contents of the pack. “Where the devil did you find all this rubbish?” “You’d be surprised what’s out there if you look.” Alexander dropped down on the bed, watching Adrian. Holding up a warrior’s kilt, Adrian asked, “You don’t go naked under this do you?” 45

G.A. Hauser “No. I bleedin’ can’t do that.” Alexander reached for it. “Don’t want to get arrested, do I?” “But you might. If you keep doing what you’re doing. Taking the law into your own hands.” “Stop lecturing me, Adrian. You sound like me mum.” “I’m worried sick for you like a mum.” Adrian stuffed the items back into the bag, including leather lace-up sandals. “I can handle it.” Alexander rose off the bed, headed to the toilet. “Oh? Can you handle a hoodie with a knife? Or how about a gun? Huh?” “There are no guns in England. They’re illegal.” “Are you that naïve?” Adrian gaped in awe. “I have to piss.” “Go.” “I can’t while you watch. How embarrassing.” Adrian turned his back. “Look, Alexander, about this fetish—” Adrian heard his stream hit the water. “Fetish? What fetish? Okay, I’m done.” He flushed the toilet, washing his hands and face. “Alexander,” Adrian groaned in frustration. Stopping, holding Adrian’s shoulders, Alexander met his eyes. “They need me.” “It’s not a damn game!” “Enough!” Alexander covered his ears. Adrian shut up, seeing the pain he was causing on Alexander’s face. “I’ll stop for now.” “Thank you.” “What are you looking for?” “My jeans. I want to change out of my work clothing.” “Get them later. Just get undressed.” Adrian began taking off his shirt. “Oh?” Alexander sat on the bed quickly. “Are we going to do something sexy?” “Are you ready for another lesson?” Adrian dropped his clothes onto the floor. 46

Murphy’s Hero Alexander rubbed his hands together. “What now?” “Take off your things, Roman soldier.” “It’s Greek. Why can’t people see the difference? You want me completely undressed?” “Yes.” “As in, naked?” “Yes.” Adrian allowed his slacks to drop to the carpet, stepping out of them. Alexander stripped off his clothing, waiting for the next order. Once he was undressed as well, Adrian nudged Alexander back on the bed until he was lying flat on his back. Using his hands to prop up his head, Alexander watched curiously. Adrian nestled between Alexander’s large, muscular thighs. As he began nuzzling Alexander’s balls, Alexander groaned and his head dropped back to the pillows. “I love my lessons.” “So do I, pretty boy, so do I.” “Is that your tongue?” “Uh huh,” Adrian answered as he licked Alexander’s thighs. “Tickles.” “Good.” Closing his eyes, Adrian sucked one of Alexander’s testicles into his mouth, swirling it around his tongue. “Oh, bloody hell…” Trying not to laugh at Alexander’s reactions, Adrian kept going, mouthing the soft skin through his lips. He moved to envelop the second one. Alexander’s body went rigid and his chest began to rise and fall briskly. Releasing Alexander’s balls, Adrian stared down at them as he massaged them in his hand. “Feel nice?” “Brilliant…yes.” “Good. Very good.” Adrian inched up, holding the base of Alexander’s large cock, lapping at it with long, 47

G.A. Hauser slow licks. Alexander writhed on the bed, his hands gripping the blankets under him in vice-like holds. “Your mouth…your mouth…oh…” Adrian sucked harder, deeper. “I’m in your mouth…ah….” Stuffing a wet finger up Alexander’s ass, Adrian felt his body pulsate and tasted come instantly. Right after he came, Alexander sat upright, his eyes on fire. “You okay?” Removing Alexander’s cock from his mouth, Adrian asked curiously, “Yes, why?” “I came in your mouth!” “I know.” “Was that okay?” “Of course. I wanted you to.” Alexander tilted his head like a puppy dog. “What’s it taste like?” Moving up against his body, Adrian held Alexander’s face and kissed him while the flavor lingered on his tongue. Something obviously lit a spark in Alexander because he went slightly mad, gripping Adrian tightly and rolling him over so he was lying on top. After ending the kiss, Alexander scooted downward. “You sure you’re ready for this?” Adrian asked. “Yes! Are you kidding? Hoplite soldiers have to be prepared for anything.” Chuckling to himself, Adrian spread wide and waited, watching. And the perfect mimic, Alexander went for Adrian’s balls first, sucking them in his hot mouth. Unable to resist, Adrian allowed his head to fall back on the pillows, closing his eyes. Alexander couldn’t believe he had Adrian’s testicle in his mouth. It was so exciting, he was already hard again. Loving the taste of Adrian, his scent, and the texture of 48

Murphy’s Hero the skin surrounding his nuts, Alexander savored the act. No one had allowed him to get this close before, and he didn’t know if they would have allowed him if he would have dared. But he trusted Adrian so much, he was letting down his guard and doing things he never imagined doing in his life. He sucked one testicle until it was soft and wet, then moved onto the other. Lapping at them, loving how tender they became when they were hot, Alexander was lost on them, nuzzling them and humming happily at being able to play with them. Snapping back to his task, he gripped Adrian’s cock at the base and licked his lips ready for the big job. Leaning up, Alexander tasted the tip just to see what it was like. It was nice, clean, with a hint of masculine cologne or soap. He wrapped his lips around the head, using his tongue to swirl around it, and poke inside the tip. Adrian tensed up. In delight Alexander pushed Adrian’s cock into his mouth as far as it would go, sucking as he did. Loving it, closing his eyes in pleasure, Alexander savored his first foray into oral sex. It was so incredible to be this close to Adrian. So close they were inside one another. Adrian was inside his body. How amazing was that? The act united them, making them one. Trying not to get distracted, Alexander got busy again, sucking, licking, moving his head up and down until he felt that pulsating that he recognized from his own body. Closing his eyes as if preparing for a gun blast, he felt something shoot inside his mouth, and quickly swallowed it down before he had second thoughts. His head spinning, Adrian moaned, “Oh, sweet Mother of God.” “No good?” “No! Come here.” Adrian grasped for him. When he got a hold of Alexander’s arms, he dragged him up his body noticing Alexander’s re-hardened cock poking him 49

G.A. Hauser as he did. “Perfect!” “Yeah?” Alexander beamed. “Wanna taste it?” “Yes.” They kissed, sucking at each other’s mouths hotly. “Oh, Alex, you are one fast learner.” “I have a great teacher.” He blushed. “Get over here. Closer.” Adrian hugged him tight, kissing his face and hair. Adrian felt something wonderful burning in his chest. A feeling he hadn’t felt in ages. Attachment. He was growing attached to this innocent man and it scared him to death. “I’m hard again.” “I know.” Adrian leaned back to see into Alexander’s face. “Too soon?” “No. It’s not too soon for me. If you want a second climax, it’s certainly your choice, Alexander.” Throwing the blankets down, Alexander raised his hips. “Yes, please.” “Anything for my superhero.” Adrian winked, and got busy once again.

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Chapter Five Morgan was on the telephone when Alexander entered the office. Hanging up his jacket, he noticed her staring directly at him. Looking down, Alexander checked to see if his fly was open. “No, I’m sorry. Yes, I will look into it. Can I get back to you?” Morgan shook her head at him. Alexander whispered to Harry, “What’s she on about?” “I don’t know, son. We’ll have to wait and see.” Jocelyn finished filing a nail, dropping her emery board back into her purse. “Something to do with you, no doubt, Alexander.” “Me? What did I do?” He sat as his desk as everyone stared at Morgan. When she hung up the phone she knotted her arms over her chest. “Alexander Parker.” “Aye?” “Did you forget to deliver that Greek helmet to the Regent’s Park Historical Society?” “Uh…” His face flushed crimson. “Perfectly useless,” Morgan sighed.

 

G.A. Hauser “What happened, son?” Harry asked. “It got nicked. Sorry.” Alexander shrugged his shoulders. “Why didn’t you say something?” Morgan shouted. “Because I knew you’d be cross.” “But I needed to know!” “See!” Alexander pointed to Harry. “She’s cross, isn’t she, Harry? I knew she would yell at me.” “It’s all right, son.” “Oh, Alexander,” Morgan whined, “just tell me next time, okay? I just need to know.” “Don’t holler at me.” Alexander twisted in his chair, facing his computer screen. “I don’t like it when women holler at me. Mum does it all the time.” “I’m not hollering. I’m just upset you didn’t tell me, that’s all.” Morgan got back on the phone. “Did you report it to the police?” “The police?” Alexander scoffed. “They’re perfectly useless in fighting crime. The police,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Hello?” Morgan said into the phone, “Yes, sorry, but the helmet was stolen before we could get it to you. I’ll see what I can do to procure another. My apologies.” When she hung up, Alexander noticed everyone gazing at him again. Shielding their view with his hand, he tried to focus on his duties, soon losing himself in a fantasy of he and Adrian in full armor, fighting against Darius in the Elburz Mountains. Adrian sipped a latte as he read the latest letters to the editor and wrote his responses. When James slapped something on his desk, Adrian jumped. “Oi! You trying to give me a heart attack?” “Look at this article.” Adrian leaned over to the text James’ finger was tapping vigorously. “Oh, bloody hell.” Adrian grabbed 52

Murphy’s Hero the paper to stick in front of his face and read. “Who is that guy?” James sat down on the chair in front of his desk. “You think we can find him for an article?” Adrian read, “Roman-soldier-man saved another woman in distress in an alleyway of London town. The woman was convinced the two attackers were going to mug and rape her. A man dressed in the costume of a Roman or Greek soldier scared the would-be attackers off. The woman claims the man didn’t hang around long enough for her to thank him. Word is out on the streets that this mysterious do-gooder may be the latest vigilante against a crime-laden city…” Adrian set the newspaper down to digest the article. “Adrian?” Blinking, he focused on James’ face. “Amazing shite, huh? Think we can find him?” “Ah, no.” Adrian slid the newspaper towards him. “What? No? You’re not even going to try, Adrian? Come on! That’s the shite of gay fantasies. Greek or Roman soldiers roaming the night, fighting crime? Hello?” “Go away. I have to finish my letters to the editor. Shoo.” “Blimey. I thought I had you sussed, boss.” After he left his office, Adrian dialed Alexander’s office phone number frantically. A woman answered. “Uh, yes. I’m looking for Alexander Parker.” “He’s not in the office. Can I take a message?” “No thank you.” Adrian hung up and dialed Alexander’s mobile. When he didn’t answer, Adrian left a message, “Call me!” Disconnecting the line, Adrian worried Alexander might get in over his head, and he didn’t know what to do about it. The underground was steaming hot and grimy. The 53

G.A. Hauser platform was loaded with bodies, crammed against one another as the squeal of metal on rail alerted the passengers a subway was approaching. A headlight beam shined from the darkness of the tunnel. A pair of shifty looking boys, one with a mohawk dyed pink and the other with a shaved head and goatee scanned the mob for a victim. A young teenage boy flipped open his expensive mobile phone, carrying his book bag on his back. Pushing his glasses higher on his nose the young boy tried to step back as the moving train approached the stop. The two thugs nodded in agreement, closing in on the oblivious teen. The motive? Grabbing the phone, using it to record the event of shoving the boy in front of the train. “Better than slap-happy,” the mohawk boy hissed in the noise. “It’ll make a great vid on YouTube.” As they inched closer about to push the innocent victim onto the track, a large figure appeared. Both punks gasped as a man wearing a wicked bronze helmet and cape wrapped his arms around the intended victim and held him tight. “What the fuck!” the shaven-headed boy shouted in shock. “Let’s get the hell outta here!” the pink-haired youth panicked, shoving back through the crowd to the exit. Alexander set the boy down on his feet. “You all right, mate?” The young boy blinked at Alexander through his thick glasses. “Don’t play with that down here,” Alexander pointed to the phone. “Too risky.” “Hey!” someone shouted, “That’s the Roman soldier bloke who’s been saving people!” “Gotta go!” Alexander waved at the astonished young boy and made his escape as people shouted out for him to 54

Murphy’s Hero stop. Diving into a men’s room, shutting himself into a stall, Alexander caught his breath and began taking off his outfit. The helmet came off his head with relative ease this time and it surprised him. He stared at its face, asking, “You playing tricks on me?” He laughed as he packed his clothing into the rucksack. As he exited the men’s room, he heard the murmur still rumbling. “Why do they keep thinking it’s a Roman helmet?” Alexander shook his head. “Corinthian!” Pacing outside the museum anxiously, Adrian grew impatient and jogged up the steps, heading directly for the south stairs. Briskly making his way up, he stopped short at a man’s handsome profile as his breath fogged up the glass of the case he adored. Seeing the backpack on his back, Adrian tried to find humor in this mess. “Alexander.” Jumping out of his skin, Alexander held his chest and said, “Oh, hullo. Am I late?” “Haven’t you gotten enough of this yet?” Adrian pointed to the loaded backpack. Leaving his favorite case behind, Alexander headed to the staircase. “I think I’ve found my calling.” “Your calling? Can’t you just see Saint George in a plate of fish and chips? Does it have to be something so dangerous?” Adrian struggled to keep up with Alexander’s stride as they moved through the museum’s cavernous wings to the exit. “Alexander, answer me. Are you mad?” Stopping short once they were outdoors, Alexander addressed him directly, “That’s a bit harsh.” “I’m worried sick about you.” Adrian hurried to walk with him as Alexander resumed his pace. “Alexander, this is not a game.” “You just don’t understand superhero mentality.” “Mental, yes, that I understand.” 55

G.A. Hauser Alexander stopped short again and confronted Adrian. “I didn’t ask you to be my friend. You can just piss off if you don’t like me.” “No, wait. Alexander, I’m sorry.” Adrian grasped after him as he stormed away. Getting a grip of Alexander’s arm, Adrian dragged him to the side of a limestone building to speak quietly in all the chaos of the city center. “Baby, I’m worried for you.” Alexander made a paranoid visual sweep of the streets. “You’re touching me.” “Just your arm, love. Don’t worry.” Adrian dropped his hand to his side. “Do you know how much I adore you?” Blinking his long eyelashes, Alexander shook his head. “Lots. Oh, you have no idea.” He cupped Alexander’s jaw. “People are looking.” Alexander gulped. “No one likes gay people. You’ll get us in a right jam, ya git.” Reluctantly, Adrian stopped contacting him again. “Lover, listen to me. I know what you’re trying to do, and it’s a noble cause.” “Exactly. Noble.” Alexander puffed out his chest. “But, love, it’s a deadly game.” “Don’t.” Alexander held up his hand in a gesture of pleading. “Love… Baby…” Adrian needed to touch him, but knew it would make Alexander uncomfortable. “Stop moving away.” “I have to go.” Alexander resumed his walk. “Do you want me to come along? Or are you angry with me?” Twisting back in surprise, Alexander shouted, “Come! Oh, please, don’t not come.” Smiling in relief, Adrian fell in at his side, heading down to the underground, hoping no one needed help for a few hours. 56

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A meal of take-away Indian food consumed, Adrian helped Alexander clean up the plates, the smell of curry lingering in the air. When the phone rang, Alexander picked it up. “Hello?” “Alexander Parker!” “Yes, Mum?” Alexander met Adrian’s eyes and smiled sheepishly. “What on earth are you up to now?” “Up to?” Alexander shrugged. “I dunno, Mum. Working at the museum. Why?” “You’re on the telly!” “The telly?” As Alexander said those words, he noticed Adrian jump up and search for the remote. Alexander pointed to it where it sat on the shelf. While Adrian raced to the sitting room, flipping channels on his tiny television, Alexander walked in to stand behind him. “What did you see, Mum?” “You! I saw you in some ridiculous costume! Have you gone mad?” “How on earth did you know it was me?” “You don’t think a mum knows her own son?” “But me face is covered.” Alexander paused as Adrian gestured to the news being broadcast on the screen. “Hang on, Mum. I think it’s on the news now.” Alexander cupped the phone as he listened to the broadcast. “…another incident of the Roman-soldier-super-hero has come to light…” “Corinthian!” Alexander corrected. “Yes, I’m still here, Mum, hang on.” “As you can see by the picture one of our viewers has sent in using his mobile phone, you can clearly make out the hero in his helmet and cape, saving a young man from being shoved down onto the tracks at the tube station in Bank Street.” “You are unbelievable!” Adrian gasped. 57

G.A. Hauser “Alexander!” “Yes, Mum?” “Stop this juvenile behavior at once!” “Juvenile? I don’t think so, Mum. I think it’s what the people of this town need. You see the news. The police are understaffed, Mum. It’s on all the headlines. The place is going to shite.” “Watch your mouth. I’ve a right mind to wash it out with soap.” “Mum, why do you still treat me like a baby?” He peeked timidly at Adrian who was absorbed in the broadcast. “Because, no matter how old you are, Alexander, you’re still my baby boy. Now, are you coming by for tea this Sunday?” “Could do. Can I bring a friend?” “A friend? You finally dating a nice girl?” “A girl? Give it a rest, Mum. A girl?” “A bloke then? Oh, if your father were alive it would kill him.” “I’m hanging up, Mum.” Alexander noticed Adrian had shut off the television and was staring at him. “All right. Stop talking rubbish. Bring the chap along. I’ll make a nice roast chicken.” “Cheers, Mum. See ya Sunday.” He hung up the phone. “You did it again?” Adrian asked. “Don’t you start. I get enough from me mum.” Alexander returned to the kitchen to finish washing the dishes. “How did you know those hoodlums were going to shove the kid off the platform?” “They were eying him, ya know? Saw his expensive mobile. I just reckoned they’d try it.” “You saved the boy’s life.” Alexander shrugged, wiping his hands on a towel after he finished washing up. 58

Murphy’s Hero “Now that your mum’s figured it out, will the word be out?” “No. Mum has a very small social circle. She’s not about to brag to her two pensioner neighbors, believe me. She thinks I’m a right wally.” Wrapping around Alexander’s waist, Adrian purred, “How wrong can you get?” “Another lesson? Huh? Are we going upstairs?” Alexander embraced him warmly. “You ready for the next step?” “Next? What can be next? We’ve kissed. We’ve wanked each other, and we’ve even sucked it. What’s left?” “Oh, my pretty lover, so much more. I saved the best for last.” Adrian held his hand and began leading him to the upper floor. “Yeah? The best? Better than sucking?” “Oh, yes.” “Adrian Mackenzie, you are the bee’s knees!” Alexander exclaimed in excitement. Lowering the light in Alexander’s bedroom, Adrian whispered, “Get undressed and lie on the bed.” “Okay…wait? Where you going?” “I just have to get something from my coat pocket. Hang on and I’ll be right back.” Seeing Alexander’s apprehensive nod, Adrian dashed down the stairs and dug into his leather jacket. “Yes. I was hoping this would come in handy tonight.” Breathless as he returned to the small bedroom, Adrian paused to allow his eyes to get adjusted to the dim light. When they did he saw a Greek god lying prone on the bed. “Oh, Alexander, why on earth are you so damn pretty?” “Sorry?” “Never mind.” Placing the items he had in his hand on the nightstand, Adrian undressed, folding his clothing to 59

G.A. Hauser set on a chair. Once he was naked, he crawled over the mattress to kneel next to Alexander. Already seeing Alexander’s chest rising and falling rapidly, Adrian grinned in delight, knowing this was the ultimate act in their foray into man on man loving. “First,” Adrian ran his hand over that muscular chest. “Let me just tell you how fond I am of you, Alexander.” Adrian caught his shy smile and knew he was blushing even though it was too dim to see. “Really fond. Like head over heels.” “Adrian…” Alexander whispered as if he wanted to say thank you. “Wait…let me finish.” Adrian gathered his thoughts. “What we’re about to do together I don’t take lightly. It means a lot to me. I’m not the type of guy who does this kind of thing and then doesn’t remember your name the next morning.” “You’re losing me, Adrian. Remembering my name? You don’t know my surname? Parker.” “No…let me say it another way,” Adrian replied, waving his hand as if to erase the comment. “I adore you. I want to be exclusive with you.” “Exclusive.” “Do you know what that means?” “Uh, yes, not divided or shared with others, sole.” Trying not to chuckle at the dictionary-style reply, Adrian nodded. “Yes. Not shared. I don’t want to share you.” “Share me? I’m lost again, Adrian. What are you trying to tell me? Who are you going to share me with? Will I like him?” “No…wait. Hang on. I’m not sharing you.” “Good. I don’t want anyone else doing these things to me, Adrian. Only you. They’re very private acts.” “Yes. That’s exactly what I’m trying to say. I don’t want to do these things to anyone else either. Just to you.” Nodding, Alexander urged, “And? I thought we already only did these things just with each other. You 60

Murphy’s Hero think I do this with someone else? How can you think that? I would never do that.” “I don’t, Alexander. I know you don’t. I just want you to know, from now on, neither will I.” “You…you’ve done stuff like this with other guys?” “Yes. I have.” Adrian waited. “Oh.” “Are you upset with me?” “A little. I thought it was something only we did. But I guess someone had to teach you, right?” “Right.” “I understand, Adrian. I do.” “You’re lovely to understand that.” Adrian smoothed his hand up Alexander’s torso. “I knew you would.” “Right. So? Are we going to play now?” “Yes.” Adrian caressed Alexander’s soft cock, stimulating it. “I love it when you do that.” “I know. And I love to do it.” As Alexander grew hard, he spread his legs wide on the bed. At his reaction, Adrian felt his own body rise to the occasion. Working Alexander until he was rock hard and writhing, Adrian reached for the rubber and lubrication he had placed on the nightstand. Through his panting breaths, Alexander asked, “Why did you stop?” “Hang on. I’ll get back to it in a second.” Alexander rose up on his elbows to watch. “You think I’ll get pregnant or something? I’m not a woman, Adrian.” Chuckling, Adrian replied, “No, babe, just being safe.” “Oh! Right. I get it.” “Just relax.” Alexander dropped back down on the pillows. One at a time, Adrian raised Alexander’s legs so his calves rested on his shoulders. “Tell me how this feels.” Adrian pushed the tip of his cock inside him. 61

G.A. Hauser “I want you in me, Adrian. I like it when we’re one.” “I like it too.” Adrian pushed in deeper, resuming his hold on Alexander’s cock. “Ready for our orgasm?” “More than ready. Crikey, that feels nice, Adrian. Like a big warm tongue.” Rocking his hips while working Alexander’s cock, Adrian closed his eyes as his body rose to the heavens. Hearing that lovely masculine grunting and feeling Alexander’s cock throb and ejaculate, Adrian came, clenching his teeth and shivering in pleasure. Opening his eyes, Adrian caught his breath and stared down at those luminescent orbs. “Was it nice, Alexander?” “Very nice, Adrian. I love being that close to you.” “I hate pulling out.” Adrian sighed sadly as he did. Gently he placed Alexander’s legs back down to the bed. Standing, Adrian washed up in the bathroom, returning with a cloth to clean Alexander. When he was done, he shut off the lights and they climbed under the blankets. As Alexander cuddled against him in excitement, he whispered, “I love you, Adrian.” The incredible heat wave that passed over Adrian’s body when Alexander spoke those divine words to him was almost as delightful as the orgasm he had just had. Wrapping around Alexander so they were intertwined under the sheets, Adrian squeezed him so tightly he hoped to express his delight. “Thank you, Alexander. I can’t tell you what that means to me.” “You’re welcome, Adrian. Anytime.” “Goodnight, love.” He pecked Alexander’s lips. “Goodnight.”

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Chapter Six James smacked another newspaper article down on Adrian’s desk. “Adrian!” “If you keep doing that, you’ll send me to the Accident and Emergency unit!” Adrian held his chest. “And if you keep ignoring this Greek god, I’ll have to go to the A and E myself! Why don’t you let me send out some scouts and find him? Look at the pecker. He’s fucking gorgeous.” Adrian leaned over to investigate the photo. It was one from the evening Alexander had saved the young boy on the subway. “How do you know he’s gorgeous? The helmet covers his face.” “Are you barking mad, Adrian! Look. Check out that square jaw. Okay? Now, look at his long hair…got it? Check out his fucking arms. He’s absolutely the stuff of gay fantasy. Will you just okay the guys to go and find him? I swear, I had a wank over him last night.” “Did you?” Adrian found that exceptionally amusing. “I don’t get you, boss. This is not like you. Usually you’d be sending me out personally to locate the stud. What’s going on?”

 

G.A. Hauser “Just leave it, James, love.” Crushing the newspaper as he took it with him, James froze, spinning around. “Wait a flamin’ minute.” Adrian cringed. “You told me about a new bloke you met.” Waving his hands wildly, Adrian stood up, replying, “No! I know what you’re going to say. No.” “You have to be joking! Adrian Mackenzie, you are shagging this bloke!” “No! Get that out of your head this moment, James.” “It has to be the reason. I can’t think of any other excuse for you protecting the identity of this god.” “Go. Shoo. I’m busy.” Shaking his head as he left the office, James muttered, “Keeping him all to yourself…selfish, selfish.” Trying to concentrate on what he was doing, Adrian gazed up after James had gone and sighed, “Oh, Alexander, if I don’t out you, someone surely will.” During his lunch hour Alexander wandered through Trafalgar Square in his costume. Pigeons flew in clouds as he approached. Climbing up to one of the four enormous black lion sculptures, he sat down on one and surveyed the surroundings. Children played, traffic backed up at the signals, and two constables pointed to him. “Oi!” one yelled. Alexander faced them curiously. “I prefer your helmet to this damn tit!” The constable pointed to his high black domed hat. “If you were doing your job I wouldn’t be sitting here now!” “I prefer your shifts, mate!” the second constable yelled so Alexander could hear. “You try working earlies, lates, earlies, lates! Too many days on the trot!” “Sorry, mates!” 64

Murphy’s Hero “Oi, you just keep out of mischief!” Alexander waved at them as they left, smiling. A child stumbled and fell, Alexander stood up, only to see its mother come rushing over. Sitting back down again, he leaned his chin in his palm, waiting for something big to happen. Adrian sipped his latte as he hurried back from his lunch break. Stopping short, he choked in shock at the sight of a Greek soldier sitting on one of the enormous black lions in Trafalgar Square. “He’s out of his mind.” Walking to the base of the sculpture, Adrian shouted, “Oi! Corinthian man!” Alexander gazed down at him. Waving, Adrian asked, “Why don’t you take a crimefighting break?” Alexander nodded, climbing off the sculpture. When he did, a group of Japanese tourists crowded around him for a photo. Standing still for the camera, Alexander waited for the shot. After it had been taken, he met Adrian in the open square. “Do you do this every lunch hour now?” “Yes.” “Whatever happened to your shy nature?” Adrian looked around at the people staring. “They think I’m just a hero or something. No one can see me.” Alexander pointed to the mask of the helmet. “They do this all the time at the Coliseum.” “There were gladiators in Rome. Not here in Trafalgar.” “Why are you so negative?” “Never mind. Have you eaten?” Adrian nudged him to start leaving the square. “I had a bite, yes.” “Want a sip of my latte?” “Okay.” Alexander paused, took the cup, sticking the 65

G.A. Hauser lip under the helmet. “Nice. I should get those once in a while.” He handed it back. “Are you still coming with me to Mum’s Sunday?” “Yes. Are you certain she’s not bothered?” Adrian noticed more cameras aimed their way. “Ah, Alexander, people are taking photos of us together.” “You mind being seen with me?” “Er, no, but I’m not sure you’ll feel the same.” “Why? Why wouldn’t I want to be seen with you? Are you someone famous?” “Not exactly.” Adrian knew he was known to the media. An editor of one of the largest gay magazines in London hanging out with the latest superhero? It could only mean one thing. And it wasn’t Adrian’s reputation he was worried about. Thinking quickly, Adrian shook Alexander’s hand as if just meeting him and whispered, “See you at yours.” As he raced away, he turned back to see Alexander staring after him. Once again in his work clothes, Alexander hurried to his office. When he entered, Morgan was holding up a newspaper for Jocelyn to see. “Isn’t that the missing helmet?” Alexander cringed, setting his things down behind his desk. Jocelyn took the paper to inspect it. “Looks like it. You think the bloke that nicked it is suddenly making up for his crime by defending people?” “I don’t know. It’s just odd.” She turned to address Alexander. “What do you think? You think this is the helmet you lost?” “No.” Alexander didn’t even raise his head to peek. “It’s an odd coincidence if you ask me.” Morgan took the paper back. “Ask Harry what he thinks.” Jocelyn checked her face 66

Murphy’s Hero in her compact before she set her purse in her desk drawer. “It has to be the one. Oh, I’d like to meet this bloke. Look at the flamin’ legs on him. What a bit of crumpet he must be. So tall, so fit.” “Oi, calm down, Morgan. Don’t get all randy on us. Alexander, watch out, she’s got herself in a right state. No man will be safe.” Hiding behind his computer screen, Alexander kept mute. “Harry!” Morgan shouted when he entered the room. “Have you seen this bloke doing all these good deeds?” “I have heard a mention.” Harry hung up his jacket. “Look. I reckon that’s the Corinthian helmet that got nicked from Alexander.” She handed Harry the newspaper. “It does appear similar.” He returned it, sitting down at his desk. “It’s too bizarre to be a coincidence.” Jocelyn crossed her legs. “I just think it’s nice that there’s someone out there trying to make a difference,” Harry sighed, moving his glasses higher on his nose. “I suppose.” Morgan tucked the newspaper into her desk drawer. “You’re awfully quiet about it, Alexander.” “Hm?” He poked his head up. “I mean, if it is the helmet you lost, you should at least tell the police about it.” “Oi? Give over. I’m telling you, the cops are useless.” Morgan whispered to Jocelyn, “I’d like to get me hands on the likes of this new hero. Growl!” Jocelyn peered back at Alexander who was listening to every word. “Down girl. You are one randy missus!” “Oh, come on, Jocelyn, if you had a chance to shag that bloke—” “Ladies…” Harry interrupted, nodding at Alexander who was almost under his desk he was so embarrassed. 67

G.A. Hauser Morgan grinned wickedly. “Wouldn’t you shag a bloke that fit, Alexander?” “I’m spoken for,” he replied, twisting away in his chair. “Oh?” Jocelyn blinked in surprise. “You finally got a fella?” Harry cleared his throat in annoyance. “Can we get back to the work at hand?” Grinning at Jocelyn, Morgan nodded. “Most definitely, Harry. We’ve all night to discuss the gorgeous Greek god over the phone, right Jocelyn?” “Right, Morgan.” Alexander ran his hands through his hair nervously praying that these people never found out the truth.

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Chapter Seven Adrian didn’t know what to expect. Sunday at noon they took a tube to Tottenham Hale and the overland train to Hoddesdon. Seated next to Alexander on the ride, Adrian could sense his nerves kick in. After all, this was the woman responsible for his shyness, his introverted behavior that was steeped in insecurity. Mothers. Adrian knew them well. Had one himself. Though he adored her, she drove him insane. It was what mothers did. The weather was turning damp as they walked along a canal path to the backstreets. Crossing a major roadway at a light, Adrian kept quiet as Alexander seemed to be shrinking with each advancing step to that woman’s door. About to ask if Alexander had a key, Alexander rang the doorbell, beginning to fish through the pocket of his blue jeans just as the door opened from within. She appeared harmless enough, tiny, frail, bifocals, gray hair, and a plain frock, until, that is, she opened her gob. “What took you so long? Alexander, I said one. One o’clock. Don’t blame me if dinner is ruined.” Adrian checked his watch. It was ten past the hour.

 

G.A. Hauser They didn’t bother with introductions. It seemed to Adrian that there was no need. Besides, it appeared the old woman couldn’t give a rat’s ass who he was. The house smelled of heavily cooked food and stale cigarettes. “You want a drink?” Alexander asked. “Yes.” Adrian wanted to scream his reply to show his need, but kept a calm outer demeanor. “Have a seat in the lounge.” Nodding, Adrian poked his head into the room Alexander had pointed to. Seeing the interior, a shrine to Mrs. Parker’s little boy, Adrian winced in reflex and crossed the small space to inspect each framed photo of the little tike who wasn’t little any longer. Behind him a battle began to rage. In the tiny, two-bedroom house, it was hard not to hear it. “What are you doing?” “Getting Adrian something to drink.” “What are you getting?” “What have you got? “I’ve got some sherry.” “Good.” “Don’t use it all!” “I’m just pouring a sip.” “Where did you meet this pooftah?” “Mum, don’t start.” “If your father was alive this would kill him.” “You know how many times you’ve said that to me?” “I swear it’d have killed him.” “Good thing he’s dead then. You want a glass?” “Just a small one.” “Here.” “What’s all this rubbish about you fighting crime in some ridiculous outfit?” “Leave it, Mum.” “I will not leave it! I knew the minute you moved out you’d be up to no good. First ya got a raving poof as your 70

Murphy’s Hero partner, and now you’re running around London in a crazy costume.” “I said, leave it.” “Don’t you walk away when I’m talking to you.” “I will if you keep going on. I’m not a baby anymore. When will you treat me like a man?” “Like a man? You think you’re a man? A man finds a wife! A man becomes a father!” “Oh, here we go. Same old song and dance. Change the music, Mum, or this’ll be the last visit.” “Last visit? Last visit? Don’t you talk to me that way!” Adrian cringed at the escalation. “Poor baby,” he sympathized, picking up a photo of young Alexander standing near a swimming pool, his swimming suit red and small, his posture paranoid and shy. Hearing someone enter, Adrian set the photo down and took the small portion of sherry from Alexander’s outstretched hand. “She’ll be serving.” Alexander shot his meager drink down. “Okay.” Adrian imagined doing the same, but since it was the only glass he’d get he nursed it. “We should have brought a bottle for her.” “I know. I forgot.” Alexander looked around the room. “You believe this?” Adrian gazed at all the pictures. “You were the only child.” “It’s psychotic. And you wonder why I’m the way I am.” “It’s not that bad, Alexander. And neither are you.” Adrian wrapped around his waist for a reassuring hug. “Oh, not in my house!” Mum Parker shouted. “You don’t do that kind of thing here! Oh, your father would roll over in his grave seeing that!” “Mum, give it a bleedin’ rest. You don’t have to show off in front of Adrian.” “There’s no excuse for that type of behavior. No 71

G.A. Hauser excuse.” “Is dinner ready?” Alexander whined in agony. “Yes! Sit yourselves down. Sit before it gets cold.” Adrian nodded to Alexander to lead. Keeping his head down, Adrian wondered how much worse it was going to get. The men sat across from each other as Mum Parker put down two plates overloaded with food. Chicken, roasted potatoes, mashed swede, overcooked broccoli, all coated with brown thick gravy until it was swimming. Thinking it looked like the typical British home-cooked tea, Adrian sighed. He’d had the likes of it before at his aunts’ homes plenty of times; same ingredients, same overcooked mash. Eating the salty plateful, trying to be polite, Adrian washed it down with water, hoping Mum Parker didn’t offer seconds. “Do you have enough to eat? Adrian? Adrian, do you have enough?” “Yes, Mrs. Parker.” “Alexander? Alexander, do you need more food?” “No, Mum.” “Good. What do you do, Adrian?” Alexander jerked his head up from his plate in curiosity. “Ah,” Adrian sipped his water first. “I…I’m in journalism.” “What a bunch of wankers, journalists.” “Mum!” Alexander choked in shock. “Oh, they think they cover the stories everyone wants to hear. Do they expose the crooks in government? No! You’re all in it together. You want more potatoes, Adriandear?” Blinking at this ornery pensioner, Adrian shook his head. “No. No, thank you.” “Oh, I could write a few articles that’ll set them on their ear. I could. What paper do you write for, dear?” Again Adrian took a quick look at Alexander who 72

Murphy’s Hero seemed to be having as hard a time eating the mash and gravy as he was. “Ah…just freelance, you know.” “Freelance?” she scoffed. “Is that the definition of not having a proper job?” “Mum! I won’t stand for Adrian to be put through it.” “It’s okay, Alexander.” Adrian didn’t think he could eat another bite. “No. It’s not okay. I love this man and I won’t have you taking the piss!” Alexander set his fork down. Adrian wondered if the argument was a good excuse for Alexander to stop eating as well. “I’m just showing an interest. I don’t know why you get so wound up. Oh, Adrian, Alexander is so high strung. Anything winds him up. He’s a weak man. He needs someone to push him.” That angered Adrian. “I beg to differ, Mrs. Parker.” “You can beg all you like.” She packed the back of her fork tines with the brown mash. “He’s been frail and weak all his life.” “With all due respect,” Adrian tried to keep his temper, “Alexander is a very strong, successful man.” “Oh, you’ve got a right winner here, Alexander,” she spoke with her mouth full. “Taught him to defend you against your dear old mum? Shame on you.” “Mum, Adrian is getting very cross. I think we ought to change the topic.” Alexander sipped his water. Mum Parker poked her fork in Adrian’s direction. “You think a compliment coming from a gay ‘freelance’ reporter, or whatever the devil you do, holds any weight in this house? In my day we survived the war. We hid in air-raid shelters until the yanks came and bailed us out. So, don’t you go waving your college degree words around me. I’ve seen the results of a war with Hitler. You don’t go telling me about how strong my son is. He’s a wimp!” she shouted, a piece of potato shooting out of her mouth. “A spineless wimp who can’t even find a woman!” 73

G.A. Hauser Setting his napkin on the table, Adrian growled, “Alexander, I can’t tolerate this.” Alexander rose up, pointing down at the old woman. “You can’t help yourself, can ya, Mum? Always have to put me down? Well, it won’t work this time. You can stick it! Come on, Adrian.” Pushing out his chair, Adrian moved around the bitter old crane. “Wait.” At her remorseful syllable, they paused and looked back. “I didn’t mean any harm.” Her hands shook as she wiped her mouth with her cloth napkin. “Come back. Finish your dinners.” Alexander gave her a stern warning, “You behave! No more tearing me down.” “Yes. I’m sorry, Alexander. Do you want more chicken, dear?” “No. I’m done eatin’.” Alexander picked up his plate. When he did, Adrian hurriedly handed him his as well. “Sit, sit down.” Mum Parker waved at Adrian. Reluctantly he did. While Alexander was at the kitchen sink, Mum Parker asked, “Is he a good boy?” “Yes. He’s the best there is, Mrs. Parker. He’s a bloody hero. You watched the telly.” “That’s not just some Hollywood-style stunt? My Alexander did all those things?” “Yes. He did. He’s a very brave, good-hearted soul. He deserves better than what you’re giving him.” Adrian shut up when Alexander came back. “There’s some ice cream and biscuits for dessert, love. Bring Adrian some sweets.” “Okay.” Adrian watched him go again. When he did, Mum Parker whispered, “You love my boy?” “I do. Very much.” She patted his arm, “Good. He needs someone in his 74

Murphy’s Hero life. Such a lonely boy. Good.” A container of ice cream and a box of chocolate cookies were set down in front of him. “Get a bowl and a spoon, Alexander dear.” “Okay, Mum. You havin’ some?” “Okay, dear.” Adrian watched as Alexander brought back three bowls and three spoons. “You want cream, Adrian?” Alexander asked. “No, thanks.” “Mum?” “No, dear, the ice cream is fine just as it is.” She shoved her dinner plate aside. “Take this. Take this to the sink.” Adrian bit his lip at seeing Alexander turn into her servant, then remembered she had cooked the meal herself, such as it was. Once Alexander had a bowl of ice cream, he seemed calmer, slurping it down. “You still enjoying your work, Alexander?” “I am, Mum. I love working at the museum.” “Good. I’m glad. So, tell me something about the new exhibit. You know, those Chinese fellas.” “Oh! Yes, the exhibit of the Chinese terracotta army. It’s fantastic, Mum!” Sitting back to digest the food he’d consumed, Adrian watched Alexander’s animation as he explained something that excited him. Looking around the dining room, seeing once again family photos, Adrian knew that Alexander’s leaving must have hit Mum Parker hard. But that was life. Children left home. He tried to find some compassion for her and her lonely life. After another hour of idle chitchat about soap operas and pop idols, Alexander yawned and made a move to go. Adrian watched as he kissed his mother’s cheek and she seemed to shrivel up inside with his departure. “I’ll ring.” Alexander opened the front door. 75

G.A. Hauser “See that you do. Nice meeting you, Adrian dear. Take care of my Alexander, will you?” “You can count on it.” “Be safe on the train and tube, dear!” Alexander waved and looked back as the old woman stood at her door until they had crossed the street. When they were out of her sight, Adrian put his arm around Alexander’s waist. He wanted to be close to him, and he wanted to show him he loved him. “Sorry to put you through that, love. I didn’t think she’d have a go like that. She was at her worst. Sorry.” “Don’t apologize, Alexander. You did nothing wrong.” “But I dragged you here.” “No. I’m glad I came.” “How can you be glad?” “Because it helps me understand you better.” “Oh, not half! You see why I’m so terrified of everything. She made me a nervous wreck. Constantly criticizing me, telling me I was worthless piece of shite.” “And your dad?” “Same. Always backed her. Never stood up to her. I think he was so bloody henpecked he had holes in his head.” Adrian laughed sadly. “I’m so glad I met you, Adrian.” “Me too, love.” “I mean it. I feel normal when I’m with you. Like I’m not unusual.” Thinking Alexander was anything but “normal”, more like exceptional, Adrian whispered, “You’re perfect.” Looking around in the night, Alexander kissed Adrian. “Thanks.” “My pleasure.” “Can we cuddle on the train ride home?” “You bet.” 76

Murphy’s Hero After a vigorous bout of loving, Alexander drifted off, the Corinthian helmet set on his dresser in his bedroom. Floating into a dream world, Alexander envisioned the Notting Hill Carnival. As he moved through the crowd of revelers, Alexander heard someone’s cry for help. Rushing to the center of a large group of bystanders, Alexander found an older gentleman lying on his back. Someone shouted, “Does anyone know the kiss of life?” Alexander knelt next to the prone male and checked his neck for a pulse. Next he leaned over to listen for breathing. Hearing none, Alexander began pumping the man’s chest for CPR. As he lowered down to puff a breath of air into the man’s mouth, Alexander realized he had his helmet on and couldn’t breathe into him. It put him into a tailspin of panic. Gaping up at the crowd, he shouted, “Someone needs to breathe! Someone needs to blow air into his mouth!” but the sound of his voice came back as a muffled mass of syllables. As Alexander continued the chest compressions he stared through the slit eyes of the helmet at the mob surrounding him. No one responded. Looking down at the man, he seemed to turn bluish white. Alexander frantically pumped the man’s chest, then in frustration, he sat back struggling to pull off the helmet. “I can’t get this off! Someone breathe into his mouth!” The noise came back loudly to his ears like an echo. “Help me take this off!” he screamed. Medics pushed through the crowd. One of the emergency technicians touched the man, announcing, “He’s dead.” “I couldn’t get the mask off. No one would help me.” “It’s too late. He would have lived if you did it the right way.” The medic shook his head sadly. “I couldn’t! I tried but no one would help me!” The crowd began to grumble in anger. Alexander tilted up to see their hostile faces. “No. Don’t get upset. 77

G.A. Hauser You saw me try! I just couldn’t get the bleedin’ helmet off!” The mob went for him, reaching out their hands to attack him. Alexander sat up in bed, gasping, soaked with sweat. In the dim light coming from the street lamps, the helmet was staring at him from its perch on the dresser. Adrian stirred from his slumber. Seeing Alexander upright next to him, he asked, “What’s wrong, love?” Feeling Alexander’s perspiration as he caressed his neck and back, Adrian grew concerned. “Alexander?” “I could have helped him. I tried.” “What? Helped whom?” “That flamin’ helmet is too snug.” Adrian peered over at it. “Bad dream? Aye, I’m not surprised. You’ve really been putting yourself through it.” “I just couldn’t give him air,” Alexander cried, pushing his hair back from his dewy face. “All right, love, come here.” Adrian embraced him, comforting him. Alexander’s breathing took time to slow. “You put too much pressure on yourself. Let it go, treacle.” Adrian kissed his cheek, brushing back his long locks gently. “That helmet is just too bloody tight. I can’t get it off fast enough.” “You don’t have to wear it, love,” Adrian whispered, kissing his ear. Alexander leaned back to glare at Adrian in irritation. “Alexander,” Adrian sighed softly noticing Alexander’s gaze move back to the object on the dresser. “Come on, princess, lie back down. Let’s go back to sleep.” Slowly Alexander cuddled up against him under the blankets. Squeezing him tight, Adrian stroked his hair 78

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Chapter Eight Standing in line at a Tesco’s Express for some groceries before their trip home for the night, Adrian was about to ask Alexander if they should also grab a curry for their dinner when there was a commotion in front of the store. Pausing, Adrian cringed as a shoplifter tried to escape out of the main entrance and a security guard attempted to detain him. The struggle grew in intensity until the shoplifter became violent, shoving the security guard back, breaking the plate glass front window. “Blimey!” Adrian gasped, “You believe this? In broad flamin’ daylight?” Pausing, Adrian turned back over his shoulder. “Alexander?” A second later a flash of a cape passed by. “No! Oh, no!” Adrian dropped the basket he was holding and flew out of the door. Alexander was gaining on the fleeing man. Finally catching him, Alexander grabbed the man’s shirt and pinned him up against a parked car. “Who the fuck are you?” the shoplifter spat out in

 

Murphy’s Hero fury. “Get off me, ya dipstick!” “That’s no way to talk to a superhero. If I were your mother I’d be ashamed of you.” Adrian caught up to him, gasping to catch his breath. “What on earth are you doing?” “I told you. They need me.” Alexander kept his grip on the shoplifter’s shirt. Two constables raced towards them. One of them stopped short. “What the devil are you made out to be?” “Your helping hand, obviously.” Alexander handed the shoplifter over to the police. One constable said to the other, “Some nutter. Let’s get this punk back to the shop.” Alexander watched as they walked away. “They could have thanked me.” “Come on, love, we still need to pay for our groceries.” Adrian put his arm around Alexander’s waist. “You’d think the police would have shown more gratitude. He would have gotten away if I hadn’t have stopped him.” “You’ve caused them more paperwork,” Adrian quipped. “What am I missing here?” Alexander moaned. When the men re-entered the store Alexander received a round of applause from those that had witnessed the incident. The two police constables had locked the shoplifter up in their van and were with the wounded guard who was being attended by medics. The guard shouted, “Thanks, mate! You saved me a load of trouble!” Alexander smiled. “I’m glad I could help.” Rolling his eyes, Adrian replied, “Oh, mate, don’t feed into this. You’ll encourage him.” The two constables stared curiously at Alexander, then began asking store patrons what they saw. A jumble of noise and shouting ensued as they pointed at Alexander explaining excitedly what they witnessed. 81

G.A. Hauser After locating his backpack, Alexander moved back into line with their basket of groceries. When the total was rung up, the manager came forward. “On us, lads. Thanks for your help.” The man shook Alexander’s hand. Alexander thanked him shyly as Adrian carried the bags outside. Turning to look behind him, Alexander waved at everyone who was cheering him. Adrian was not pleased. He carried the items to the curb, whistling at a cab as Alexander daydreamed off in some fantasy world while everyone stared at him with silly grins on their faces. Before the cab could make a uturn to pick them up, Adrian spotted a news crew scrambling to get out of a van. “Oh shit.” The reporter shouted, “Where’s this Roman soldier bloke?” The bystanders pointed to the two men. Like a hungry pack of wolves the crew raced to where they were standing. “Oh, God. We’re done for, Alexander,” Adrian whimpered, waving frantically for the cab to hurry. A microphone was shoved into Alexander’s face as they were surrounded. “We’re live on the scene of yet another act of the newest crime fighter to hit the streets of London! By all accounts you have apprehended a violent shoplifter who had injured the guard trying to detain him for the police,” the reporter said. Going shy, Alexander mumbled, “Ah, I have to go now…” as he backed up. “Tell the citizens of London why you are helping them and what the significance of the Roman outfit is.” “It’s Greek… Oh, God. Get me out of this.” Alexander winced, reaching for Adrian. “Who are you? What’s your real identity? Will you keep it a secret? Like Superman? What area will you be 82

Murphy’s Hero protecting next? Are you funded by the Metropolitan police?” “Get in the cab, Alexander.” “I can’t talk now. Gotta go.” Pushing Alexander to get in first, Adrian climbed into the back of the cab behind him. “Alexander? Is that your real name? Or is it a reference to Alexander the Great? Before you leave, is there anything you want to tell all your fans?” “No…see ya…oh, hi, Mum!” Alexander waved. Adrian shoved Alexander back as he leaned over his lap trying to speak to the reporter. He just wanted to shut the door so they could leave. “Well, there you have it, ladies and gentlemen…the first interview with a very shy superhero, riding off into the sunset in a black cab.” Hearing the fading cheers of the crowd that had gathered on the sidewalk, Adrian rubbed his face in agony. “Screwed, Alexander, we’re screwed.” Adrian knew now, it was inevitable they would be linked together. The moment they arrived at Alexander’s flat, Adrian headed directly to the kitchen to put the food away. Alexander paused by the front door, struggling to remove his helmet again. “Augh! Why is it some days I can get this flamin’ thing off and other times I can’t? I don’t get it.” Slowly he dragged himself to Adrian, dreading asking him to help him. “Adrian? Adrian-love…” Adrian only glimpsed at him as he continued to set things into the cupboards and fridge. Alexander got down on his knees and crawled across the floor to him, hands together to beg. “Adrian, love of my life, object of my desire, apple of me eye…” It was obvious Adrian was trying not to be amused, 83

G.A. Hauser but his smile emerged. Alexander moved closer. “Baby…honey…lover…princess…treacle…” Trying not to laugh, Adrian replied, “What is it?” “Me helmet’s stuck.” “What am I going to do with you? Now you have helmet problems.” “Oi! It isn’t that helmet! At least it’s curable!” Tossing out the plastic bags, Adrian sighed, “Come here, ya sad git.” He tugged the helmet off Alexander’s head. Alexander groaned in relief, pushing all his long hair out of his face. “Thank you, baby. I don’t know why you tolerate me.” Holding the helmet under his arm, Adrian replied, “I don’t know why I do either.” Alexander crawled closer until he was facing Adrian’s crotch. “I’m mad. You’re right. You’re a saint to put up with me, but I do have some positive attributes.” He rubbed his finger up and down Adrian’s zipper. “Don’t I?” “Yes, some.” Adrian smiled. Alexander leaned forward and kissed Adrian’s fly seductively. “I’m a fast learner.” Alexander opened Adrian’s slacks. Reaching behind him, Adrian placed the helmet down on the kitchen table, under the poster of Gladiator. Peering up shyly, Alexander parted the material of Adrian’s clothing, exposing him. While he gazed up with innocent large, green eyes, Alexander opened his mouth and began sucking Adrian’s cock. As a shiver raced over his body, Adrian steadied himself against the refrigerator. Looking down at this soldier, his cape, chest plate, kilt, sandals, it was all too surreal to believe. After a glimpse at the warrior’s helmet 84

Murphy’s Hero and Russell Crowe in his Roman outfit, Adrian sighed, “Oh, why fight it?” “Hm?” Alexander asked with his mouth full. “Nothing, love. Carry on.” Adrian closed his eyes and relaxed. Alexander seemed to be working earnestly to bring him to a climax now that he was given the green light. Taking a last glimpse down at Alexander before he came, Adrian admired Alexander’s long, dark hair and delicate features, and the solid muscles of his shoulders and arms. “Oh, that’s it.” He closed his eyes and came, grunting in pleasure. After he had ejaculated into Alexander’s mouth, he blinked and looked down at him. A big smile was on that handsome soldier’s face. “Good one?” “Oh, yes.” “Am I forgiven?” “Come here, you beautiful Greek god.” He held out his arms. Alexander fell against Adrian, cuddling him close. “I love you, Adrian.” “I love you too, Alexander the Great.” Hearing a happy sigh in return, Adrian kissed his hair.

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Chapter Nine Early Tuesday morning, Morgan and Jocelyn entered their office. After they removed their coats Jocelyn started a kettle of hot water for tea as Morgan held a newspaper, scanning the front page. “Oi! Look at this!” Jocelyn removed two mugs from a cupboard. “Look at what?” “There’s another article here about that do-gooder with the same bloody helmet you gave to Alexander to give to the Hyde Park Historical Society.” Jocelyn approached Morgan so she could read it over her shoulder. “Again? What’s he done this time? I didn’t catch the news last night.” “Wait a bloody minute.” Morgan held the paper closer to her face. Jocelyn returned to the kettle as it clicked off. She dropped a tea bag in each cup, pouring hot water over them. “It says the hero’s name is Alexander! Jocelyn, they call him Alexander in this article.” “Oh, don’t be daft! It’s not our Alexander. It’s just

 

Murphy’s Hero what they’ve named him because of the get-up.” She poured milk into each cup, giving them a stir. “I’m not saying it is. I just can’t be sure it isn’t.” Blowing the steam off her tea, Jocelyn snorted, “Can you honestly picture Alexander Parker prancing around in that outfit, saving people?” “Prancing? Yes.” “No! Oh, I wouldn’t believe it for a moment.” Jocelyn shook her head. “Should I ring the paper? You think they’d know more about it?” Picking up Morgan’s tea, Jocelyn carried her cup to where she was standing. “What’s it say exactly?” “Well, it has this photo of that gorgeous man in our missing helmet. He’s wearing a cape, chest plate, sandals, you know. It says he captured a violent shoplifter who injured a guard. And it says the man’s name is Alexander. Look at his hair, Jocelyn. The man’s hair is the same exact length as Alexander’s. That’s too much of a coincidence.” “But our Alexander is afraid of his own shadow.” They scrambled to hide the paper as the door opened. When Harry entered, both women sighed with relief. “Good morning, ladies. Up to some mischief already? It’s not half past eight.” “Good morning, Harry. I’ve the kettle on if you want tea. Ah, we’ve a question for you.” After handing Morgan her teacup, Jocelyn took Harry’s mug out of the cupboard, fixing him a cup. Once Harry hung up his coat, he thanked Jocelyn with a nod of his head, raising his cup to his lips. “I’m all ears.” “You’ve seen this morning’s paper?” Morgan handed it to him. “I have. Our hero is back at it again. A little spate of do-gooding. Very admirable in this day and age.” “We think it’s Alexander.” Morgan waited for his 87

G.A. Hauser reaction. “Rubbish.” “Look at this, Harry.” Morgan pointed to the text. “It says, Alexander is the man’s name. And that’s the missing helmet, the one I gave him to give to the Hyde Park Historical Society, it’s got to be him, Harry.” Harry didn’t appear convinced. Jocelyn added, “You know, he hovers over that case. The one with all the Greek and Roman relics in it. I’ve caught him there several times.” “Yes, well, that’s all well and good, but, I still can’t believe that someone as shy and introverted as Alexander—” Harry stopped talking when the office door opened. Alexander stepped in. “Hullo,” he whispered quietly. No one responded. They just gaped at him like he was an alien. After setting his rucksack behind his desk, Alexander slowly took off his jacket, staring back at them. “Are my doings undone?” He peered down at his fly. They broke their trance on him and tried to appear casual. Jocelyn raced to the cupboard to get Alexander’s personal Spiderman mug. “Would you fancy some tea?” Appearing bewildered, he replied, “Oi? Making me tea? It isn’t my birthday.” “Oh, that’s funny! Honestly, Alexander, you’re really one of the funniest people I know.” Morgan winked at him flirtatiously. Alexander backed up against the wall in fear. “Oh, blimey, someone’s come here and replaced all my coworkers with nice clones. Someone help me.” Morgan crooned, “Why don’t you call that Greek soldier to help you?” Jocelyn closed in on Alexander seductively. “Yes, the one who wanders around almost naked and saves babies from burning flats.” 88

Murphy’s Hero Alexander swallowed audibly, pressing up against the wall. “I would, if I knew him.” “But, don’t you? Know him very well?” Morgan purred, petting Alexander’s long hair. Harry shook his head. “Ladies, you’ll give him heart failure. He’s not familiar with female contact.” “I wish you did know him,” Jocelyn whispered, “that man is very horny. Like a movie star.” “It would suit you to a T, Alexander. Mild-mannered clerk, turns into strong warrior to save the weak.” Morgan rubbed up against him. “Ah!” Alexander retreated against the wall to get away. “You sure you’re a poof and that’s not all a front for this other macho man? The one who has that gorgeous helmet?” Morgan caressed Alexander’s chest. “Oh, Christ. Is this sexual harassment? Can someone help me?” Alexander whined. “Ladies, leave the poor man alone.” Harry shook his head. “Admit it. Admit you’re him, Alexander Julius Parker.” Jocelyn pointed her finger at him. “If I do, will you back off?” Morgan and Jocelyn exchanged looks, nodding. “Yes. It’s me.” Alexander’s cheeks went crimson. Morgan squealed, “Oh! I knew it!” crushing him into an embrace. Jocelyn kissed him all over his face. “You’re wonderful! You hero!” “Ah! You promised!” Morgan hugged him tighter. “All this time! Working with you for the last three years and you have this alterego in you that’s irresistible.” Squirming from their wandering fingers, Alexander shouted, “Ah! No! Stop! I’m very ticklish! This is torture! Oh, please!” When a hand became too familiar he jumped in shock, escaping them. “Behave! Ladies! I’m gay, 89

G.A. Hauser remember? Keep back!” He hid behind Harry. The women crossed their arms, smirking at him. “Your secret is out, you gorgeous creature. I want to see you in that outfit.” Jocelyn hissed seductively. “Now,” Morgan demanded. “Oh, blimey, my secret is out? I’m only halfway out! Harry, help me.” “What can I do, my boy? You’ve created an irresistible image for yourself.” “To help people, not to turn women on.” Both Morgan and Jocelyn shouted, “Too late!” Seated at his desk, Adrian once more was subjected to a newspaper being slapped noisily on his desk. “James, I swear, you’re trying to kill me.” “Busted!” Adrian cringed, peeking at the photo. “I knew it! There you are, standing next to my idol.” He pounded the page. “Spill, Adrian. I want to hear all the gory details. How did you meet? Is he a superhero in bed?” “Go away.” “Does the press know he’s gay?” “No. And I don’t want them to. Think of the terrible headlines. Oh, James, I shudder to imagine the humiliation they would put him through. He’s already getting close to being exposed just being seen with me.” “I’m surprised the press hasn’t caught the connection. Look. You’re getting into a damn cab with the chap.” Pushing back from his desk, Adrian rubbed his face for a moment to think. “It’s only a matter of time.” “That’s why we need to get to him first. Let’s do a gay spread.” “No. I’m telling you, James, it’ll crush him. I need to let him decide when and if to come out that way.” “Boss, you are missing one hell of a boost in sales.” 90

Murphy’s Hero “Forget it. Shoo. I’m busy.” “You’re mad to miss out on this! Mad!” James ranted as he left. Looking down at the newspaper, Adrian worried. “Poor bastard. It’s coming, love. It’s coming.” Alexander leaned against a wall by the Rosetta Stone. Instead of going out on his lunch hour, he stared at the large carving in a tired daze. A little schoolgirl stood in front of him, looking up at him. “Hullo.” When she didn’t reply, he added, “The stone is easier to understand.” He pointed to the glass case that surrounded it. Her teacher gathered her up to come back to their group. “Sorry, love. Hope she wasn’t a bother.” “No. No bother at all.” Alexander gave her a soft smile. It drooped to a frown once they walked away. He was uncomfortable with his colleagues knowing. Superheroes were supposed to be kept secret. No one was supposed to know their real identities. Running his hand through his hair, he walked the echoing halls crowded with people. Passing the reading room with its large domed roof, Alexander noticed the scaffolding was still up reaching towards the ceiling of the enormous space on one side where it had needed repairs. As he passed, a group of children were pointing upwards. Pausing, Alexander noticed a young boy climbing up the poles of the high sheer drop. “Oh, sweet Mother of God.” Morgan and Jocelyn were just returning from their lunch break. Stepping inside the dim building out of the sunlight, they passed through the main hall and stopped short. There, on top of a three-story scaffolding was a 91

G.A. Hauser young boy clinging to a pole, and under it, a man in a Greek soldier outfit was climbing up to him. Morgan gripped Jocelyn’s arm. “Oh, there he is!” Gasping in shock, Jocelyn replied, “If I didn’t know that was our Alexander, I’d wet me knickers.” “I do know it’s him and I have!” Morgan dragged Jocelyn closer. “Damn, he’s wearing something under the kilt.” “Naughty girl!” Jocelyn choked. “What color are his pants?” she asked excitedly. “And you say I’m naughty.” “You’re all right, mate,” Alexander said calmly as he climbed higher to the frightened little boy. “Aye, you thought it would be a good idea scrambling up here. I used to do things like that to me mum. Frightened her to tears, I did.” Alexander peered down. A huge crowd had gathered. Giving his attention back to the boy, he reached out. “If you hold my hand, I’ll get you down. Okay? Will you trust me?” The little boy gave a weak nod. “Good, boy. I’ll come as close as I can, but you’ve got yourself in a tight spot.” Alexander inched nearer. “You have a name, mate?” “Charles.” “Charles. That’s a nice name. I’m Alexander. Nice to meet you, Charles. Okay. Take my hand.” Alexander stretched out to him. “I promise, I’ll not let you fall. You trust me?” He nodded again. “Good lad. Come on. We don’t want to be up here all day, aye? I bet they’re serving fish and chips for lunch, and you don’t want to miss that.” He finally got a hold of the boy’s hand. Gripping it, he drew him closer. “I got you. Don’t fret. Now, as you come to me, you hold onto me. You got that, Charles?” The boy nodded. “Should I count to three?” Another nod followed. “One, two, three.” 92

Murphy’s Hero The boy grasped onto Alexander, holding him around the neck. Getting a good grip on him, Alexander said, “See? That wasn’t too bad, was it?” “I want my mummy.” “I’ll get you down safe. You don’t worry.” Morgan said, “I can’t believe it’s him. He comes off so damn useless.” “Will you look at the bloody legs on him?” Jocelyn sighed. “Sod the legs. Look at the set of bullocks on him and that tight bottom. Oh, Josey, I’ll never look at him the same again.” “And he’s gay!” “Shh!” Morgan hushed her. “I’m sure he doesn’t want that out. Be quiet.” “Yes, you’re quite right. Sorry.” Alexander made it to the bottom of the scaffolding with the boy clinging to him for dear life. When he stood on the marble floor, a woman hurried over. “Oh, Charles! Charles, are you all right?” “Mummy!” Alexander released him and the little boy jumped into his mother’s arms. “How can I thank you?” “No need. I’m just glad I could help.” A fireman approached him. “You’ll put us out of work.” “Sorry, mate. I think it’s all about response time.” Alexander laughed, nudging him. “I’m joking.” “Uh oh,” Morgan moaned, “The media’s caught wind.” They watched a camera crew rushing across the 93

G.A. Hauser wide expanse of flooring. “Poor love. I know that kind of publicity must really wind him up.” Jocelyn sighed. “Come on.” Morgan raced over to Alexander before he was inundated. When they were standing face to face, Morgan said smugly, “Hello, superhero.” “Oh. Hi.” Alexander lowered his head shyly. “Alexander, I cannot get over your legs.” Jocelyn shook her head as she gawked. “Oi! Stop it! Ya make me feel naked.” “The news hounds are here.” Morgan pointed to them as they interviewed the mother and little boy. “I have to get changed. I don’t want to talk to them anymore.” “Go, love.” Morgan pushed him. Just as he was about to run off, shrieking screams were heard echoing in the hollow space. Morgan and Jocelyn got run over as a horde of hysterical teenage girls raced through them to their idol. Hearing Alexander gasp in terror, Morgan had to cover her laugh. “They’re mauling him.” “I swear, you’d think he was a superstar or something.” “Ah! Girls! Ah! No! Don’t touch me!” Jocelyn covered her mouth. “If he were straight he’d be loving it.” “If it were men he’d be loving it.” “Ah! Stop! No! I told you touching me there is rude!” Adrian arrived at Alexander’s flat. Using a spare key Alexander gave him, he stepped inside to wait for him. “Maybe one of these days, Alexander, we’ll be going to my place,” he muttered. “You seem to be coming around. Out of your bleedin’ shell.” Taking off his jacket, Adrian hung it up and went to the kitchen to pour himself some wine as he waited. 94

Murphy’s Hero Checking the time, wondering if Alexander had gotten into more trouble, Adrian turned on the TV to catch the evening news. “I told him I should just meet him at the museum every night. But no!” Adrian shook his head. “He wants to solve crimes all the way back to the flat.” Sitting down, eyeing another movie poster of Errol Flynn as Robin Hood, Adrian had to smile. “Christ, all these masculine heroes to worship. He’s so damn cute.” Hearing the door, Adrian sat up in expectation of seeing Alexander. In what seemed to be a noisier clamor than usual, Alexander entered the townhouse, leaning his back to the door, his cape pulled tightly around him. Just as Adrian was about to stand and ask if he was all right, the broadcast of the latest incident appeared. “The hero who seems to materialize whenever he is needed, climbed out on a three-story high scaffolding to rescue a small boy and bring him to safety, minutes before the firefighters or police had even arrived…” “You did it again?” Adrian gaped at the television. When he didn’t hear a reply, he glanced back at Alexander who hadn’t moved from his position against the door. Hearing weird screams coming from the television, Adrian stood off the couch, stopping to see what was being broadcasted. The news cast showed a mad group of teenage girls on top of Alexander, treating him as if he were a pop star. “Oh, my God.” Adrian set his glass down on the coffee table, covering his laughter with his hand. Once the story had wrapped up, he approached Alexander. “Are you all right?” “No. I’m not bloody all right.” “The girls, they attacked you?” “Aye! No one did a flamin’ thing to help me out. I was helpless under a mound of female flesh.” Adrian noticed some fine red scratches on Alexander’s skin. “Oh, love. Did they really harm you?” “They took me pants!” Alexander shouted. 95

G.A. Hauser “No!” “Aye!” He opened his cape. “It was humiliating!” Unable to resist, Adrian, peeked under the kilt. He was indeed naked. “Where are your other clothes?” “I couldn’t retrieve them! I had to run away. Oh, Jocelyn and Morgan thought it was a right laugh. Me on the floor with all these mad lunatics on top of me. They didn’t do a bloody thing!” As Alexander stormed to the upper floor, Adrian followed loving the view of his naked ass from behind. Though he wanted to sympathize, he did find it funny. “Are you okay otherwise?” When he arrived at the top landing, Alexander was struggling to pull off the helmet again. “Oh, love. Come here.” Adrian tugged it off for him, setting in on the dresser. Alexander dropped to the bed, his head in his hands. Cuddling next to him, Adrian wrapped his arm around Alexander’s back, leaning his head on his shoulder. “Don’t be sad. You saved a wee lad.” “I was humiliated.” “No. Alexander, you have to understand celebrity mentality. You’re a star. A superstar. Everyone wants a piece of you. A souvenir, if you get my meaning.” “My bleedin’ pants? Oh, and they had a good grope, Adrian. While I was helpless on me back, trying to see through that thing,” he waved at the helmet, “they had a good feel of me bullocks. No one did a flamin’ thing.” “Come here, love.” Adrian hugged him. “You’re all right. Think of all this as a learning experience.” “Oi?” “Yes. You used to be so shy, you couldn’t even deal with the smallest deed. Now? Now you can handle everything. Even screaming fans.” “You think?” Adrian gazed into those emerald eyes and nodded. “Aye. I’m sure.” “Where’s that hand going?” Alexander looked down at 96

Murphy’s Hero his lap. “You think I’m going to let you sit there without anything on under that kilt, and not go for a fondle of those amazing jewels?” Alexander cracked a smile. “Aye, the crown jewels?” “They are to me, love.” Adrian filled his hand with Alexander’s genitals. “Oh, so nice. I know why they wanted to touch it.” “I don’t mind when you do.” “Good.” Adrian urged him down on the bed. “Let me get these things off.” Alexander gestured to his chest armor and cape. “In a minute, love. No rush.” Adrian pushed up the fabric of the pleated skirt. When Adrian’s hot mouth enveloped him, Alexander sighed and closed his eyes. “You really know how to relieve my stress, Adrian.” Smiling with his mouth full, Adrian knew how to do that, indeed. After dinner and a few hours of television viewing, Adrian suggested they call it a night. Washing up, waiting for Alexander to finish, Adrian stared at the helmet and it seemed to stare back at him. When Alexander dropped down on the bed in exhaustion, Adrian helped him get underneath the blankets to snuggle. “Tired?” “Shattered.” “Fighting crime is hard work.” “I never knew it was such a hard job.” “I imagine the police have known that for years.” Adrian urged Alexander to rest his head on his chest, petting his long hair gently, trying to relax him. After a yawn, Alexander sighed, “I bet Superman is appreciated and gets to shag Lois Lane as well.” “Bet he wants to shag Jimmy.” 97

G.A. Hauser Chuckling, Alexander replied, “I know Jimmy wants to shag him.” Adrian hugged him tighter. After a moment, Alexander asked, “You think Superman is a good shag?” “I’d rather shag Spiderman.” “Would you? That surprises me.” “Does it?” Adrian ran his fingers through Alexander’s long soft locks. “Yes. You know, Man-of-Steel. Bet he’s got one hard piece of iron rod.” “Yes, but think of all the tricks you can do with that webbing. I’ll bet it’s a regular trapeze act.” “Don’t care much for the Hulk.” “Too green,” Adrian mused. “Green. I do like the Green Hornet.” “He’s got his Kato.” “Aye. And Batman’s got his Robin. It’s all a bit homoerotic. Don’t you think, Adrian?” “To us, perhaps.” “Think of all the possibilities the X-Men have. It boggles the mind.” Adrian began to get excited, nuzzling into Alexander’s hair. “And I’m stuck with Randy-man,” Alexander teased. Adrian cracked up. “You’re lucky I adore you. You’re very high maintenance, Mr. Parker.” “You’d not bargained for that, I’d imagine, Mr. Mackenzie.” “It’s all right. It’s endearing, actually.” Adrian noticed Alexander gazing at the helmet. “It seriously intimidates me on sight,” Adrian whispered. “Good. Very good. It was meant to.” “I mean it. It fills me with a sense of fear.” “Brilliant!” “Like it’s got some mind of its own. You know, like Jim Carrey in Mask.” 98

Murphy’s Hero “Now you’re starting to horrify me.” Alexander exaggerated a shiver. “Is it possessing you? Are you starting to need to wear it?” Adrian asked. “I do a bit.” “Oh, crikey!” Alexander sat up, staring down at him, “Be afraid, be very afraid.” He turned to look at the helmet again. “Should I wear it whilst we shag?” “No!” “Bullocks.” “Give us a kiss, superhero.” Adrian tugged on him. Alexander leaned up on his elbow, finding Adrian’s lips. Once they kissed for a few moments, Adrian stated, “You’ve come a long way, love. Your confidence.” “I owe it all to you. Thank you, Adrian.” “You don’t have to thank me for falling in love with you.” Adrian tucked a strand of hair behind Alexander’s ear. “Do you? Love me?” “Oh, yes, indeed.” “I get a really warm sensation here when you tell me that.” Alexander pointed to his chest. “Brilliant.” “Kiss me again.” Adrian pulled him closer, opening his mouth to receive Alexander’s tongue. When they parted, Alexander whispered, “Could use a climax to help me sleep.” “You want to shag me?” “Can I?” “Yes. But not with that thing on.” Adrian pointed to the helmet in warning. “No. I’ll be good.” “Okay. You know what you have to do?” “Yes. I’ve seen you do it.” “What a good student you are.” Adrian found a package of rubbers he’d left in the nightstand. “You 99

G.A. Hauser know, one of these days I want you to see my place in the city. It’s got a view of the Thames.” “Does it?” Alexander slid the rubber on as Adrian got to his hands and knees. “Yes. Are you feeling confident enough to spend a night there instead?” “Maybe.” Alexander reached for the lube. “Use a lot. You’re huge.” Chuckling, Alexander echoed, “‘uge.” “I mean it, Alexander.” “Oi! Don’t shout. I know what to do.” Alexander knelt behind Adrian, holding his hips. “Can I push in?” “Yes.” “Oh, I just love being connected to you. Any way we do it, Adrian. It’s so rewarding.” “Aye, love, it is.” “You want an orgasm? I can do you at the same time.” “Multitasking! I’m so proud of my prodigy.” “Was that a yes?” “Yes!” Alexander leaned over Adrian’s back and found his cock with his slick palm. Moving in and out, Alexander moaned, “Oh, this is very nice, Adrian. I may have to do this more often.” “Fine, love. Anytime.” “Wow.” Alexander thrust his hips hard against Adrian’s bottom. “Ah!” “You there already?” Adrian asked. “Yes. Hang on. I’ll get you there.” Alexander sped up his hand action until Adrian’s body tensed under him and he came. “Better. Sorry. I beat you to it. It just felt so good in there.” Alexander sat back on his heels. “I know.” Adrian rolled over. “Go wash up.” “Yes. I’ll be right back.” After Alexander left, Adrian’s smile faded as that mask watched him. Getting up off the bed, he deliberately faced it against the wall. “Pervert,” he muttered under his 100

Murphy’s Hero breath. “No voyeurism from you, thank you very much.” “You say something?” Alexander shouted from the bath. “No, love. Just talking to myself.” “Oh.” But Adrian’s eyes didn’t move from the helmet.

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Chapter Ten Thursday afternoon, Alexander stood in Piccadilly Circus, the heart of London, gazing up in awe at an illuminated ad of the popular supermodel, Ian Sullivan, shirtless, advertising a pair of designer blue jeans. Alexander’s cape flapping in the warm breeze, he paused at a corner waiting for the light to change. Feeling something touching his hand, he peered down through the slits in the mask at a little five year old girl. When he did, she gripped his hand tightly, smiling at him. “Hullo. Where’s your mum?” Alexander knelt down, patting her head. The little girl shrugged. As the light changed and the pedestrian traffic became thick with rushing bodies, Alexander picked the child up in his arms and rested her on his hip. “Okay, there must be a frantic woman around here somewhere. Where did you last lose your mum?” The little girl hugged him around the neck, leaning her head against his helmet. The pavement was packed with pedestrians, only glancing up at them briefly before they hurried past.

 

Murphy’s Hero Finally Alexander noticed a very rigid, sharp-stonefaced, infuriated woman coming his way. She grabbed her daughter out of Alexander’s arms violently and twisted away. “You little cow! Rushing away from your mum in a crowd! That’s a spanking once we get home!” About to comment on whose fault it really had been, Alexander didn’t get his chance to scold “mum” as she turned and stormed away. Under his breath, he muttered, “I’m glad I could help…cheers to you too.” Seeing the signal had once again gone red, Alexander sighed tiredly, knowing it was getting near the time to make his way back to the office. Just as the light changed to green and he began to walk across the street, he felt a bold hand grab his bottom. Jumping and shouting out in surprise, Alexander whipped his head around to see a very effeminate looking man grinning wickedly at him as he continued walking away. Hurrying across the busy intersection, Alexander muttered under his breath, “Bullocks.” Changed into his casual work clothing, Alexander headed back to his office, his pack over his shoulder. Entering the room, he set his things behind his desk and was about to sit down and start work when he noticed the back of a strange man talking to Morgan and Jocelyn. “Oops, Sorry! Am I interrupting?” The man spun around quickly. Instantly Alexander noticed a tape recorder in his hand. “Oh, blimey.” Morgan shouted, “There he is now! Alexander, this is a fellow from the Sun newspaper. You wouldn’t believe how much they are willing to pay for the story about the missing helmet.” “Yes,” Jocelyn replied nervously, “since you were the bloke who lost it, we’ll split it evenly with you, sixty103

G.A. Hauser forty.” Alexander became angry. “What’s this really all about, you cheeky monkey?” The reporter rushed over to him, shoving the microphone under his nose. “Did she call you Alexander? Are you our hero? Don’t worry. We won’t reveal your identity. We know how important it is for a superhero to remain anonymous.” Alexander backed away from him, glaring at the girls. “Did they put you up to this? For some payout? Morgan Williams, Jocelyn Smithe, you should be ashamed of yourselves! For wedge? For bleedin’ wedge you betrayed me?” Morgan defended them, “The story is out about your solving crime, love. It’s just your version they want. They promised they wouldn’t tell who you are.” “We could use the money, Alexander. It’s five bloody figures!” Jocelyn whined. The reporter became aggressive. “I want some details about your life. Your childhood. Your lovers.” Alexander went pale. “What have you told him?” Morgan shook her head. “Nothing yet. We just got started. Didn’t make mention of a thing.” Jocelyn asked meekly, “How much do you want them to know, about, you know?” Shaking his head in horror, Alexander whimpered, “Oh, no. No!” The reporter appeared to smell fresh blood. Turning from the women to Alexander, he asked, “Is it something juicy? What can it be?” Harry stepped into the office, stopping short at the sight of the man with the microphone. “Oh, I knew this was coming next.” Alexander pointed his finger at Morgan, “She did it, Harry. The greedy git!” The reporter addressed Alexander, “Are you recently released from some ward?” 104

Murphy’s Hero Morgan shook her head. “Not me! I didn’t call them. She did!” She pointed to Jocelyn. Still bewildered the reporter asked, “Cheating on your wife?” Jocelyn shouted at Morgan, “Oh, piss off! You egged me on!” “Are you a religious fanatic?” The reporter scratched his head, still trying to grasp the mystery. Morgan faced Jocelyn to retort, “Me? You’re the one that thought we’d make some decent wedge. You claimed some sod sold a story about a pretzel that looked like the Virgin Mary to the Sun and made over ten thousand pounds!” The reporter gave Alexander a good once over. “Wait a minute. Are you gay?” The room fell completely silent as Alexander tried not to pass out. Jocelyn and Morgan exchanged panicked looks. Morgan rushed toward Alexander and placed her arm around his waist. “Gay? Oh, heavens no! This stud? He’s had sex with all the staff. The female staff, that is.” Alexander curled his lip in revulsion. Instantly Jocelyn rushed to stand on the opposite side of Alexander, like bookends. “Oh, no. He’s as straight as they come. Had my hand in his pants just last night.” She squeezed Alexander close, purring, “Right, handsome?” Alexander flinched as Jocelyn shoved her hand into the front pocket of his trousers. The reporter seemed suspicious of their actions. “Oi,” Harry addressed the reporter, “we’ve work to do, lad. You mind wrapping this up?” The reporter asked Alexander, “Can we continue this later? Over a cup?” Alexander shook his head no, frozen as Jocelyn explored the inside of his front trouser pocket mischievously. As if he had no intention of giving up, the reporter 105

G.A. Hauser asked, “Over lunch at a café? Say, tomorrow? Noonish? The people of London have a right to know!” Alexander jumped as Jocelyn struck gold inside his pocket. Hardly moving, Alexander replied, “No, I don’t think so. Thanks. No. Oh, crikey.” Whispering to Jocelyn out of the side of his mouth he said, “Stop it, love.” Ignoring Alexander’s plea Jocelyn delved deeper. Seeing the look on Jocelyn’s face, Morgan became jealous at what she was doing. Getting angry, Morgan stuffed her hand inside Alexander’s other pocket. Alexander closed his eyes, biting his lip to stop his scream. The reporter asked suspiciously, “Wait a minute, are they both your birds?” “No! Yes!” Alexander blurted. Harry held the reporter’s elbow, moving him to the door. “You can see he’s occupied at the moment. Perhaps he can ring you.” Placing his tape recorder into his pocket, the reporter grumbled, “I will get to the bottom of this,” as he left. The moment he did, Alexander practically jumped out of his skin to get away from the women. Fanning herself, Jocelyn’s face was flushed as she smiled a silly grin. “Oh, Alexander. You are a god.” Alexander pointed to her in fury. “She groped me! She touched my nob! That has to be a bloody crime.” Morgan yelled at Jocelyn, “You cheeky sod! You had it on your side all along?” Jocelyn waved a piece of paper at herself, moaning. “Oi!” Alexander growled, “I’m taking a sick day. This is intolerable!” He grabbed his rucksack and left the office. Jocelyn dropped down on her chair, blowing air out of her mouth to cool her face. Arms crossed in jealousy, Morgan glared at her. “I 106

Murphy’s Hero can’t believe you copped a feel.” “It was worth everything I own.” “Ladies!” Harry shook his head, sitting down at his desk. “I do sometimes wonder about you two.” Leaving through the main entrance, Alexander removed his mobile phone from his pocket and pushed some buttons on it. “Hello?” “Hullo, love.” “What’s up baby? You sound sad. No crime to fight today?” “I need you. Where’s your office? Are you close?” “Ah…” “Adrian.” Alexander walked down the outer steps a few paces, then stopped. “Why don’t you tell me what you really do? I don’t know where you work, where your office is. It’s very odd.” “You’re right. It is. Are you out early?” “I am.” Alexander checked his watch. It was only one. “Okay, love. Take the tube to Covent Garden. I’ll meet you by that little ice cream place inside the market. You know the one?” “Aye. Best waffle cones around.” “Yes. Well, you go there, and I’ll take you to my office. Okay?” “Yes. Thank you, Adrian. I do need to see you.” “Okay, love. I’m on my way down there.” “Okay.” Alexander disconnected his phone, heading to the tube station at Oxford Circus. Adrian wrung his hands nervously. For two weeks he and Alexander had been dating and he hadn’t revealed what he did for a living. “How ironic is that? Two secret identities.” 107

G.A. Hauser The soprano voice of someone singing opera echoed inside the pavilion. Mimes and street musicians acted out their scenes for the tourists who threw pound coins into their gaping hats. Seeing Alexander approaching, relieved he was in his work clothing and not in a helmet and cape, Adrian waved to him through the chaos and was acknowledged. “Hiya, babe.” Adrian touched his arm, wanting to kiss his cheek, but resisting. “Look. Waffle cones.” Alexander licked his lips. “Want one?” “Yes!” “Come on, let’s get some.” Adrian dug out his wallet as they waited on line. When it was their turn, Alexander requested, “I’d like two scoops. One banana, one chocolate-chocolate chip.” “Do you want sprinkles?” “Yes. Rainbow.” Adrian smiled sweetly at him. “Christ, you’re adorable.” “Sorry?” Alexander leaned closer to hear. “Nothing.” Adrian waited as Alexander took his cone. “Uh, how about that fudge ripple. One scoop.” He pointed to the flavor. Once they both had their treats, Adrian gestured for them to move out to the square where some performers were acting out their specialties. Alexander paused to stare at a man who was painted gold, wearing a Roman soldier’s outfit. The man was standing as still as stone, pretending to be a statue. When Adrian stood by Alexander’s side, Adrian whispered, “Looks like you’ve got some competition.” “It’s all wrong.” Alexander shook his head. “He’s mixed early First Century with late Third.” Adrian heard the performer hiss under his breath, “Piss off, ya wanker.” “Come on, Alexander.” Adrian nudged his lover. 108

Murphy’s Hero As they walked on, Alexander asked him, “You want a lick? Chocolate and banana, mm.” “Okay.” Adrian paused, tasting Alexander’s ice cream. “It is nice. Want to try mine?” Nodding, Alexander opened his mouth. For some reason, when he did, Adrian felt his body go rigid. With a swirl of his tongue, Alexander sucked the tip of the ice cream, licking his lips. “I like mine better. But that’s pretty good.” “You have any idea how sexy you are, Alexander?” Adrian whispered. “Me? Sexy? Why?” “The way you licked my ice cream. I can imagine you licking my cock that way.” Alexander’s eyes lit up devilishly. He backed them into an alcove, out of public view. Once he made sure they were concealed, he whispered, “I do lick you like that. Watch.” Mesmerized as Alexander gave head to his sweet banana and chocolate treat, Adrian spun around behind him quickly to see if anyone was noticing this erotic display. The area they were in was dim and recessed into a building, hiding them from passersby. His attention back on Alexander’s mouth, while his own ice cream dripped down his fingers, Adrian’s body went into overdrive. Once Alexander’s ice cream cone was devoured, he caressed Adrian’s hand, brought his fudge ripple ice cream near his mouth, and lapped at the sweet white drips that were oozing down Adrian’s fingers. “Oh, bloody hell. Alexander, you’re driving me insane.” Adrian didn’t care who was watching anymore. A wicked smile washed over Alexander’s face. “Good.” He took the cone out of Adrian’s right hand, placed it in Adrian’s left hand, sucking Adrian’s sugary fingers, one at a time. “Oh,” Adrian whimpered in agony. “Stop. Let’s go before I make a move to shag you here in the middle of 109

G.A. Hauser Covent Garden.” Releasing Adrian’s fingers, Alexander used his napkin to wipe his chin, smiling happily. “Do I have chocolate on my face?” Though he didn’t, Adrian pretended to wipe off a spot on his cheek, just to touch him. “Better now.” “Thanks.” Adrian finished his ice cream quickly, hurrying them to his office, wondering if anyone would care if they had sex on his desk. Using his key, Adrian opened a door leading to a staircase. Knowing Alexander was directly behind him, imaging him staring at his ass as he climbed, Adrian could not control his erection if he tried. On the door at the top of the landing the words, “Gay Erotic Weekly”, were emblazoned for all the world to acknowledge. After he opened it, he paused, waiting to see if Alexander would read it. “What?” Alexander asked when Adrian stopped. Seeing once the door was open, the words were visible backwards through the glass, Adrian sighed as once again his occupation didn’t reveal itself. “Nothing. Come in, Alexander.” A woman was seated at the reception desk in front of a large office of glass enclosed cubicles. An earpiece was clipped to her head. “Hello, Adrian.” “Hi, Laura.” He brought Alexander forward. “Laura, I’d like you to meet my partner, Alexander.” “Hi, Alexander.” She stood up, reaching out to him. “I’m sticky.” He held up his hands, as if showing her. “Oh? Had a nice lunch, Adrian?” she teased. “Ice cream, Laura. Ice cream,” he admonished. “There’s a men’s room through that door, Alexander. If you’d like to wash up.” “Yes. Thanks.” “You want me to take that?” Adrian gestured to his backpack. 110

Murphy’s Hero “Okay. Just don’t do anything to it. You know?” Alexander narrowed his eyes at him. “Promise.” Adrian watched as he walked down the hall. When he did, Laura asked, “Is he coming in for a nude photo shoot?” “No, love.” Adrian smiled knowingly. “Too bad! What a piece of crumpet. Adrian, where did you find him?” “Never mind. Where’s James?” “Out. He’s scheduled back soon. Want me to send him to your office?” “No. On the contrary. No calls.” “Oh? Some afternoon delight?” “You do have a one-track mind, dear,” Adrian shook his head. Alexander returned and they stopped talking to watch him walk. Alexander paused, staring down at his slacks. “Am I undone?” “No, love. You’re not. See ya, Laura.” “No calls!” she shouted after, as a taunt. “You got it.” Adrian was about to open his office door when he caught Alexander staring at the cover designs of his magazine which were posted all over the walls. “Alexander?” “Whoa. These are really gay. Does your boss let you hang them up there like that? We have rules in the museum. No one can hang anything up that may offend someone.” “I’m the boss, Alexander.” Whipping his head around, Alexander asked, “You’re the boss? Of what? What are you the boss of? Freelance journalism?” “No. Come in.” Adrian gestured to a chair inside his office, closing the door. “Alexander, love, I’m the editor of a gay magazine.” Alexander’s eyes grew wide as he 111

G.A. Hauser dropped down on the chair. Adrian set Alexander’s bag by the door, moving to sit down at his desk, waiting for a reaction. “Hello?” “Did you say you edit a gay magazine, Adrian?” “Yes.” Again Adrian waited, leaning his elbows on the desk. “Are you all right?” Alexander nodded, his eyes wide as he seemed to be investigating the photo displays that were lining Adrian’s walls. “Look, love, I’m sorry I didn’t make mention of it sooner. I just knew how shy you were and I thought—” “You must know everything about being a gay man.” Smiling modestly, Adrian replied, “Maybe not everything.” “Do you tell men how to do it?” Alexander rose up, moving to a bookcase filled with the back issues all in plastic covers. “Sometimes. But it’s mostly about culture and lifestyle.” Alexander flipped the pages of one of the magazines. Pausing, he blinked his long lashes, unfolding a page. As it dropped open Adrian heard Alexander choke in shock. Alexander turned the magazine to face him. “Adrian, he’s naked.” “I know. Each issue has a nude male photo in the center.” “Blimey.” Adrian stood next to him. “Love, is it upsetting you?” “Uh. I’m not sure. It’s all so much to take in.” Adrian smiled as Alexander stared at the naked man in the photo. Digging his hand under Alexander’s hair at his neck, Adrian combed his fingers through its length. As he did, Alexander seemed to shiver from a chill it created. “My colleague wants me to do one of those of you.” Jerking his head to see Adrian’s eyes, Alexander went pale. “He thinks you’re better looking and more exciting 112

Murphy’s Hero than anyone we’ve photographed so far.” Adrian loved to play with Alexander’s long locks. “Me? Naked? In a magazine? Oh, no. Adrian. I can’t do that.” “I know. It’s just what he said. It was a compliment.” “How does your colleague know me?” Alexander put the magazine back in its place on the shelf. “He knows of you. Of your deeds. And of course he’s seen what you look like from the pictures in the paper.” “Oh. I see.” Alexander nodded. “Why did you leave work early, Alexander?” Adrian cupped his face gently. A shadow passed over Alexander’s expression. “Talk to me. I’m here for you, lover.” Adrian kissed him for reassurance. Taking Adrian’s hand, Alexander approached the chair and sat down, urging Adrian onto his lap. Trying not to laugh at the idea of sitting on someone’s lap, something he hadn’t done since he was a child, Adrian complied silently. Once they were comfortable, Adrian wrapped his arm around Alexander’s shoulders, and waited. “A reporter showed up at my office,” Alexander sighed, toying with Adrian’s free hand. “Ah.” Adrian nodded. “Two women I work with, Jocelyn and Morgan, rung them. They wanted some money to tell my story.” “Oh no.” “Yes. Well, the reporter, he got suspicious of something because the minute he mentioned my lovers, the women both reacted badly. So, what’s the bloke to think? You get my meaning?” “Aye.” Adrian felt horrible for him. “So, the bloke instantly asks me if I’m gay. Well, that set the two of the women off. They rushed me, trying to convince the reporter that I was straight. Jocelyn had the cheek to stick her hand into my trouser pocket. She found me all right. Whilst I’m standing there with the reporter, 113

G.A. Hauser Harry, and Morgan, that Jocelyn was playing with my flamin’ nob. I felt like I was in some kind of trap. I swear, Adrian, it was more than I could bear.” “Absolutely. It was very wrong of her to take advantage.” “I can’t face them. What can I do? I can’t go back there and be subjected to the leering. Oh, Adrian,” he whined, resting his head on Adrian’s chest. Adrian squeezed him close, kissing Alexander’s hair to comfort him. “You can go and make a formal complaint, love.” “No…” Alexander moaned. “Everyone on staff would know. You know how many people are employed at the museum, Adrian? I’d be a laughing stock. And not only that, my secret would get out. It’s bad enough the women and Harry know, and the reporter suspects, but…being gay? A gay superhero? I’d lose all my power. The criminals would see me as weak and lame. I can imagine them pointing and laughing at me, calling me a pooftah. You think I’d strike fear in the hearts of men?” After kissing his hair again, Adrian urged Alexander to look at him. “First of all, you don’t have to be a superhero anymore.” Before Alexander could protest, Adrian continued, “And if you’re not, you most certainly can complain about the unwanted touching, formally.” “No. No, you don’t get it. No…” Alexander shook his head. Adrian stood off his lap, kneeling in front of him to get his attention. “Love, being associated with me may be enough to out you in public.” That made Alexander blink his eyes wide in fear. Adrian watched him look around at all the photographs of men on the walls. “You see, Alexander? You see why I was so worried about you knowing?” His posture going limp, Alexander covered his face in anguish. Standing, backing up from him, Adrian watched him 114

Murphy’s Hero closely. What he was thinking, Adrian couldn’t begin to guess. “Hello, Laura. Any calls?” “No, James.” “Is Adrian in?” “Yes, but he’s busy.” “Busy doing what?” James peered back at the closed office door. “Busy…with someone.” “Who? I didn’t remember him meeting with anyone this afternoon.” Laura looked over at the closed door first. “You know. The guy he’s dating.” “No!” James gasped. “That Greek god is here in the office? Right now?” “He is. But Adrian left strict orders not to be disturbed.” “Oh, rubbish! If you think I’m going to miss out on an opportunity to meet this superhero, you’re mad!” “James! Please!” “Oi! It’s my fault, Laura, not yours. You don’t worry.” James hurried to stand outside Adrian’s office, pressing his ear to the door. “Come here, baby.” Adrian reached down to Alexander, holding onto his shoulders to urge him to stand for an embrace. Limply, Alexander complied, rising up and falling against Adrian’s body, his head resting on Adrian’s shoulder. Adrian rubbed his back warmly, nuzzling into his hair. “You’ll be all right. You wait. Things have a way of working out.” A voice came through the door. “Are you in there 115

G.A. Hauser humping, boss?” “James, not now.” “Oh, Adrian! Torture!” Adrian parted from Alexander’s hug to say, “It’s my work colleague. The one I mentioned. He’s dying to meet you.” “Meet me?” Alexander pointed to his own chest. “Why? I’m not posing nude! Why does he want to meet me?” “Because, love, everyone thinks you’re amazing. Including James.” Adrian waited. “You mind just saying hello?” Alexander shrugged. “No. I can say hello.” “Good. Thank you, Alexander.” “It’s okay.” Adrian took a deep breath and opened his office door. James practically fell on his face from trying to eavesdrop. “How subtle, James.” Adrian shook his head. Ignoring him, James raced inside to stand next to Alexander. Craning his neck at Alexander’s height, James gasped, “Oh, you are bloody fantastic, mate!” Alexander’s cheeks went beet red. “I worship you from afar!” James rubbed his hands together, almost in a gesture of greed at being able to meet his hero. “I think you are superb! My idol! Bloody handsome you are. Oh, yes indeed. Alexander, you are my fantasy!” “All right, James.” Adrian shook his head. “Is he talking about me?” Alexander asked Adrian curiously. “Yes, love.” “Oh, and modest!” James gushed, “Modest to a fault! Look at the blush in his cheeks. Adrian, please, a photo spread! We’d sell out. Think of the posters! The action figures!” “Take a deep breath, James,” Adrian chided tiredly. “You’ve met him. Go get some work done. Go see how 116

Murphy’s Hero the designers are getting on. Shoo.” Before he left, James reached out boldly for Alexander’s hand, shaking it. “I want to thank you on behalf of all the gay men in London.” “James!” Adrian grabbed him by the arms and physically escorted him out. “You lucky bastard!” James shouted at Adrian. “Lucky, lucky!” “Goodbye!” Adrian set him outside his office door, closing it on James’ gape. After he had, he checked on Alexander. “Sorry, love. You’ve got that effect on people now. It’s the way it is after all you’ve done.” “I’m gob-smacked. He really thinks those things about me?” “Aye.” Adrian glanced at his desk, sighing. “I’ll not get any work done now. Come. Let me show you to my flat. You ready for that?” “Yes.” Alexander picked up his backpack. “Can you kip overnight?” “Didn’t pack clean pants, or me toothbrush.” “I can give you both.” Smiling shyly, Alexander whispered, “You’d let me wear your briefs?” At that adorable smile, Adrian melted. Moving across the room, he held Alexander’s hips and met his bashful eyes. “Yes.” “Is that kinky?” “Does it turn you on?” “Yes!” “Good. Come on, time to go get kinky.” Adrian shut off his light, escorting Alexander out of his office. When they emerged, James was leaning over Laura’s desk exchanging excited whispers. At their appearance, the hissing talk ceased. “Going?” James asked. “Yes. You take care of the place, James. Make yourself useful.” When Alexander hid behind him, Adrian 117

G.A. Hauser admonished James, “Stop leering! Can’t you see it’s making him upset?” “Sorry!” James replied, but didn’t stop ogling Alexander. “Come on, love.” Adrian gestured for Alexander to leave the room. After they were out of the office and descending the stair, Adrian shook his head sadly. “Oh, babe, we have to work on developing you a thicker skin.” “I’m sorry, Adrian.” Opening the door that led outside, Adrian waited for Alexander as they began their stroll to the underground. “Don’t be sorry. It’s not something you can help. But I hope you realize now the side-effects of your little capers.” “I never thought it would have an impact.” “No, obviously not. But it has. So I want you to think carefully before you do it again.” “I will, Adrian. I will.” Craving the touch of his hand, Adrian brushed up against it as they walked, wishing Alexander would be bold enough to hold it. He wasn’t there quite yet and the gesture was lost. Alexander couldn’t hide his awe at the sight of the newest condominium high-rise on the bank of the Thames River. Gulping at the grand glass façade, the cathedral ceilings and crystal ornaments, he was speechless as they rode the lift up to the highest level. The view, even from the window in the hall, was astounding. As Adrian unlocked his private domain, Alexander tried to prepare himself for the interior of this multi-million pound residence. He remembered when they were built. On his walks alone along the riverside, Alexander had seen the construction, cranes, men working. Now that it was complete and occupied, it was even more impressive 118

Murphy’s Hero inside than he imagined it would be. The door to Adrian’s home swung back and Alexander was invited in. “Bloody hell…” he moaned, taking in the open-space floor plan with a wall of windows overlooking the skyline of London, including a view of Parliament and Tower Bridge. “Would you like a drink?” “Ale, ta,” Alexander sighed, setting his backpack down, moving closer to the window. “Ale, coming up.” Left alone, his mouth still gaping in astonishment, Alexander couldn’t get enough of the view. Finally he spun around to take in the furnishing. Modern, clean, minimalist. When Adrian returned with his iced mug of beer, Alexander came back to earth again. “Thanks, Adrian.” “What do you think?” Adrian sipped his own glass of lager. “I…I don’t know how to explain it.” “Do you like it?” “Yes! Oh, Adrian, it’s fabulous! The view! Look!” Alexander raced back over to it. “I only had a view like this when I was riding the London Eye.” “Yes, it is spectacular.” “And you’ve been staying at my poxy little flat in Finsbury? Are you mad?” “You have a very sweet little flat, Alexander. I love the Victorian style.” “Oh, come on, Adrian. Stop talking rubbish.” Alexander sipped his drink, gazing out at the busy waterway underneath. “I do. I lived in a very similar semi not too long ago. Look, love, I’ve only recently become successful. That magazine was just an underground edition ten years back. It took us a decade to get where we are.” “Your mum must be very proud of you.” “Er…let’s not go there. So? Hungry?” 119

G.A. Hauser Alexander checked his watch. “It’s only three. And I did eat an ice cream. Remember?” “I do. You’re right. Do you want to sit down?” “I want to get lost on that view.” Alexander was mesmerized by the extending skyline from high above it. “We can see it from there.” Turning to where Adrian pointed, Alexander noticed a small grouping of furniture. “Okay.” Making himself comfortable on a leather loveseat, Alexander’s gaze returned to the window. “Absolutely fabulous, Adrian. Really.” “Thank you, Alexander. It means a lot to me coming from you.” Alexander twisted in the seat to face him. Adrian had taken the place next to him. “What the devil do you see in me? Adrian, you are a very successful bloke. Look at this place. You really are lowering your standards, mate.” “Alexander!” Adrian shouted. “I’ll have none of that talk. What makes you think you are anything less than me? You silly prat. You’re better than I am in so many ways.” “Stop talking trash.” Alexander shook his head, gulping more beer. “I’m not. Do I risk my life for strangers? Eh? Do I? Do I go out on a bloody limb trying to save people from crimes? Well? Do I?” Alexander felt his face grow warm and knew that meant he was blushing. “No,” Adrian continued, “I print a magazine for gay men. Noble? You tell me. Profit. That’s why I do it. Profit.” “No. No, Adrian. You help gay blokes feel they are okay. You did so much for me. I never kissed a man before. I never bonded with another chap like this. You are a hero to gay men.” “Don’t be absurd.” “I mean that, Adrian. You saved me life. You did. 120

Murphy’s Hero Where was I when you found me? I was so nervous of going out, I would break out in a rash. I hid in my little two bed flat for a year. I never ventured out, never chatted anyone up.” “And now?” Adrian smiled proudly at him. “Now. Yes.” Alexander nodded to exaggerate the improvement. “Look at me. I left the comfort zone I called home and I came here. Though you think that’s nothing, to me it’s huge.” “’uge,” Adrian teased. “Cheeky.” Alexander grinned. “And not only that. You have any idea how petrified I was to touch someone? I would never have had the nerve, Adrian. Never. I had visions of ending up alone. Me nob falling off from too much wanking.” When Adrian chuckled, Alexander added, “You think I’m joking, mate. I’m not. I owe you me life. I do. I actually can look at myself in the mirror. I couldn’t manage it two weeks back. I couldn’t even glimpse at meself if I wasn’t shaving. I hated what was there. Hated the image of that sad bastard who couldn’t bring himself to get out and be a human being.” A look of anguish passed over Adrian’s expression. Alexander shut up. Fear kicked in. “I’m turning you off me.” “No!” Adrian set his beer down on the glass coffee table and grabbed Alexander by the shoulders. “No, love. No, you’re not. Never. I just never realized the extent of what you had been going through.” “So, don’t you go idolizing me for what I do, Adrian. It’s you that’s my hero. I actually almost like myself now. I can’t tell you how many times I envisioned throwing myself off that Tower Bridge.” “Stop.” Adrian took the glass out of Alexander’s hand and set it next to his. “Stop all this talk about throwing yourself off bridges. Give us a hug.” Alexander lunged for those outstretched arms eagerly. Holding Adrian tight, inhaling his cologne and body 121

G.A. Hauser scent, Alexander felt like welling up to tears he was so happy. “I love ya. Luvya, luvya, luvya.” Feeling Adrian’s body shake with laughter, Alexander moved back to see his blue eyes. “Oh, Alexander,” Adrian ran his hand through Alexander’s hair. “I luvya too. More every day.” “See!” Alexander touched his own chest. “That warm feeling is back.” “Is there a warm feeling here?” Adrian cupped over Alexander’s crotch. “Oh yes!” “Come to bed, lovely.” “Are we going to play?” Alexander jumped to his feet. “Absolutely!” “Hurray!” Adrian lowered the shade on the bedroom window, dimming the room from the bright afternoon light. When he turned to look at Alexander, he had already shed his clothing and was standing next to the bed, watching. Pausing to take in the sight of Alexander’s nude body, Adrian kept imagining him as the centerfold, just as James did. Shaking it out of his head, knowing it was outrageous to consider, Adrian moved slowly across the carpet to this living dream. “I bet your big bed is really soft and cozy.” Alexander gazed at it. “You shall soon see, love.” Adrian caressed Alexander’s shoulders, smoothing his hands down his rounded pectoral muscles, pinching his nipples to excite them. As he did, Alexander became erect elsewhere as well. “I love the way you touch me.” “I love touching you.” Adrian ran his palms down Alexander’s muscular arms to his hands. Bringing them both to his lips, Adrian kissed his knuckles. As if 122

Murphy’s Hero Alexander was a prince, Adrian escorted him to the bedside, peeling back the satiny spread and gesturing for Alexander to climb on. Groaning, wriggling under the silky sheets, Alexander closed his eyes. It appeared he’d found nirvana. Unable to wipe the smile from his face, Adrian unbuttoned his shirt, gazing down at Alexander lovingly. “I knew it would be like a cloud.” Alexander squirmed around, reaching his arms out, spreading his legs to the far edges of the mattress. A flash of tying up this living doll to play naughty games with him passed through Adrian’s mind as Alexander assumed a position of complete submission. Knowing that would frighten this shy man to tears, Adrian quickly dismissed it. Once he had undressed, Adrian made sure the items they needed were at hand. Slowly, before he climbed in, he peeled back the cream colored spread, dying to see Alexander in that pose without the concealing cover. Alexander was about to roll over and scoot back to give Adrian space, but before he did, Adrian called out, “Wait. Don’t move.” Blinking his innocent eyes, Alexander froze where he was. The blanket receded to Alexander’s shins. There he was, spread-eagle, each limb reaching out for a corner of the bed. “Stay just like that.” His chest beginning to rise and fall rapidly, Alexander asked, “Just like this?” “Yes.” Adrian folded the sheets neatly at Alexander’s ankles, walking to the base of the bed to get another look, from the bottom up. Alexander’s eyes followed his every move. “Is everything okay, Adrian?” Shaking his head in awe, Adrian replied, “Just admiring the view. Oh, Alexander, your beauty is unrivaled in this city.” “You say the nicest things to me, Adrian.” 123

G.A. Hauser “I mean them.” Adrian began his sexual journey at Alexander’s shins, licking and kissing them as he made his way onto the bed gently. “Wow.” “Nice?” Adrian asked, cupping Alexander’s calf and massaging it. “Yes. Should I keep still?” “Is it all right?” “Yes, Adrian. I’m very comfortable.” “Good.” Adrian lapped at Alexander’s knee, sucking it as if it were his cock, rolling his tongue over it lazily. The muscles of Alexander’s thigh tensed. Adrian smiled in delight. Moving to the other leg, Adrian tickled his tongue over his enormous quadriceps. Since Alexander was so tall, that part of his leg seemed to go on forever. Licking the soft, hairless skin inside Alexander’s upper thigh, Adrian was in heaven pretending Alexander was indeed bound and helpless. The irony of having such a strongly built male, falling prey to his sexual whims had always been one of his favorite fantasies. But to have an actual superhero, submissive to his desires, well, that took the cake. “Are you enjoying this, Alexander?” “Oh…” Adrian grinned broadly. “Good. Very good.” Sitting up for a moment to look down at Alexander’s posture and expression, adoring both, Adrian resumed his tasting of Alexander’s skin. Bypassing his genitals momentarily, Adrian ran kisses up Alexander’s side, first his right, then his left, until he was nearing his armpit. Inhaling the scent of a masculine antiperspirant and Alexander’s own manly aura, Adrian felt the wild animal-side growing in him. Smoothing his lips across that taut deltoid, up his biceps to Alexander’s extended forearm, Adrian sucked each finger of Alexander’s hand, leisurely, lovingly. “Ah…” Alexander crooned. His seductive trip continuing across a landscape of 124

Murphy’s Hero male flesh, Adrian directed his mouth onto Alexander’s right nipple. Nibbling it, sucking it, lapping at it, Adrian didn’t know if it was exciting Alexander as much as it was him, but Adrian was about to fuck this idol hard, very hard. Sitting back on his heels to calm down, Adrian stared at Alexander’s chest as it rose and fell rapidly. Alexander’s eyes were closed, his lips parted. Swallowing to try to relax, knowing this kind of foreplay could make him go completely insane, Adrian inhaled a few deep breaths to gain control. After a pause, which allowed both of them to slow down their heaving chests, Adrian scooted lower on the bed. Another gander at Alexander’s subservient position and Adrian’s engines revved up once more. Having resisted long enough, Adrian rubbed his face between Alexander’s thighs. A long low whimpering moan reached his ears. The chills that coursed over Adrian’s skin made him shiver. With lingering wet laps of his tongue, Adrian devoured Alexander’s balls. Sucking at the softened skin, gently running his teeth over them teasingly. As he danced the tip of his tongue over Alexander’s ass, he gripped Alexander’s cock in his palm. Instantly, Alexander’s hips rose off the bed and his back arched. Giving up on controlling himself and deciding to go for it, Adrian burrowed eagerly between Alexander’s legs sucking, licking, nibbling as his hand tightened its grip and Alexander began pumping into it madly. A rhythmic, grunting sound emerged from Alexander’s mouth. A soft, “Ah! Ah! Ah!” that seemed to be in time with his thrusts. Adrian leapt on top of Alexander’s body, enveloping his cock down to the base, his finger replaced his tongue on Alexander’s ass. Shoving through the wetness he had created, Adrian pressed all the right buttons as he penetrated him, while simultaneously he drew him deeply into his throat. The blast of come that shot out of Alexander’s body was like a bullet. A loud moan of ecstasy followed as Adrian 125

G.A. Hauser swallowed him down and felt his own urges about to combust. As Alexander recovered, gasping for breath, Adrian gripped Alexander’s legs, raising them up off the bed, pressing them back towards Alexander’s torso. “Hold your knees.” Adrian panted, watching Alexander respond numbly to his command. The moment Alexander had a grip on his legs, Adrian went for the condom. Shaking he was so keyed up, Adrian slipped the rubber on, a blob of lubrication and he was already in. Rocking against Alexander’s rump, thrusting deep and hard, Adrian felt his skin ignite first, a flash of fire raced down his spine, followed by the explosion of his loins, grinding his jaw at the intensity, which seemed to go on and on. Hanging his head, gulping air down a dry throat, Adrian dripped with sweat and couldn’t remember the last time he had a fuck this good. Slowly coming around, Adrian sat back, pulling out. Sitting on his heels, he looked at Alexander. A big smile was on his face. “You can let go of your legs now, love.” Alexander released his hold on his knees, allowing his body to stretch out and relax on the bed. “You all right?” Adrian asked, taking off the spent condom. “I’m your slave. Own me.” Adrian began laughing. “Oh, Alexander…” Catching his breath, he set the used condom on the floor carefully. Sitting up, wiping the perspiration from his face, Adrian found that contented expression. Moving up Alexander’s body until he could rest on top of it, and they were face to face, Adrian felt their hearts beating in tandem. “I never knew sex could be this good.” “Me neither, Alexander. Believe me.” “But how could you not know? You’re the expert.” “No, not hardly. You bring out the animal in me.” “Do I?” Alexander seemed to find that very amusing. “Yes.” “I like it. I want to make you randy.” 126

Murphy’s Hero “Don’t worry, love. No worries there at all.” Adrian laughed, still catching his breath. “Should we nap? I’m knackered.” “Yes, let’s.” Adrian dragged the blanket back up to cover them, dropping down next to Alexander, resting his head on his broad chest. With Alexander petting his hair, Adrian fell deeply asleep. Tossing and turning, Alexander was propelled once again into a dream world. Dressed in his crime-fighting outfit, he stood in a dark, deserted, narrow cobble alleyway. Suddenly he realized there was an older couple being robbed by a youth who had a red bandana tied around his nose and mouth. Alexander raced to stand between the youth and the older couple to protect them. “That’s it! The game’s over! Let them be!” “Piss off, ya dipstick!” the youth shouted. “That’s not very nice! You should mind your manners.” The youth aimed a gun at Alexander. “What’s that?” Alexander asked. “A handgun? Don’t you know that’s illegal in England? You could get yourself in plenty of hot water for having that thing, mate.” “I’m warning you for the last time! Fuck off!” the youth appeared extremely agitated. The old couple gasped in horror. “Watch your language!” Alexander scolded, “These people are old enough to be your grandparents!” “For fuck’s sake!” The youth pointed the gun higher, at Alexander’s face. “Oi! Don’t you listen? Six of the best! That’s what you need, a good swat on the bum!” 127

G.A. Hauser The youth put the barrel of the gun against Alexander’s chest guard. “I’ll not tell you again! Piss off!” Alexander stood firm. “Oh, that’s it! You’re dead!” The youth placed both hands on the weapon. “You can’t be seriously thinking about pulling the trigger,” Alexander shouted, holding up his hands. “Are you thick? Yes! If you don’t piss off, I’ll shoot!” “But I’m not bulletproof.” “Whose fault is that?” The youth pulled back on the trigger. “Look, be reasonable…” Alexander tried to back up. “I’m done being reasonable!” “Uh! Could we discuss this? I think it’s merely a condition of your upbringing.” “Upbringing? Man, you’re mental!” The youth’s eyes became wild. Alexander held his hands out, backing away from him. “Wait! Don’t shoot!” He flinched at the sound of a blast. Gasping, Alexander bolted upright in bed, covered in sweat. Looking around the strange bedroom, he had no idea where he was. Adrian stirred from his nap. Seeing Alexander’s panicstricken expression and glistening face, he moaned, “Oh, no, Alexander, not again.” Adrian sat next to him, caressing his forehead, feeling the sweat and seeing those eyes wide and staring at nothing. Alexander began touching his own chest, searching it. “What’s wrong? What are you doing?” Adrian pushed Alexander’s hand away to see the skin of his torso. “What? What was the dream about this time?” “They’re not allowed to have guns. It’s cheating.” “Oh. I get it. Looking for a bullet hole? Don’t you think we’ve had enough?” Adrian pushed Alexander’s 128

Murphy’s Hero hair from his face, sighing in frustration. “That’s my point, Alexander, some of them do carry guns. They cheat, you’re right.” “No. There are set rules. Guns are not allowed.” “Maybe it’s a premonition of things to come.” “That’s supposed to settle me down?” “No. It’s supposed to make you reconsider.” Adrian urged Alexander to rest against the pillows again. “Look, love, I’m worried you’ll get hurt. I’m mad for you and if you get into something that’s over your head, I’ll be gutted.” “It’s the rules. They have to play by the rules.” Adrian grabbed Alexander’s jaw to make him meet his eyes. “It’s not a game. How can I make you understand that?” “What am I going to do, Adrian? What am I going to do?” Adrian held him tight, rocking him gently. “Okay, love, you don’t worry. Everything is going to be all right.”

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Chapter Eleven The next morning, Adrian woke to find a lovely man sleeping soundly next to him. Checking the digital clock on his nightstand, Adrian knew they both had to get to work. “Love? Time to wake.” Stirring slowly, Alexander opened his eyes. Yawning, stretching his back, he smiled at Adrian. “I slept like a baby. What a nice bed you have.” “Oh? You don’t remember the nightmare you had during your nap yesterday?” Alexander appeared perplexed. “Never mind. Come on, let’s shower. What time do you have to be at the museum?” “Nine. What time is it?” Alexander climbed out of bed. “Only seven thirty.” Adrian led the way to the bath. Before he turned on the water in the shower he noticed Alexander rubbing his rough jaw. “You want to shave?” “I didn’t bring my kit.” “I’ve everything you need. No worries, love.” After testing the water, Adrian gestured. “Climb in.” “It’s nice and big, Adrian. Not like mine. You can’t fit

 

Murphy’s Hero two in my little one.” “I know. I like it as well.” Adrian stepped in behind him, closing the shower door. Sniffing the soap, Alexander said, “Smells like coconut.” “Reminds me of the beach.” Adrian took it from him rubbing it over Alexander’s chest. “Beach? Which beach?” “Any beach. It smells like sun cream, or the wax you use on surfboards.” “I’ve not been to a beach.” “No? Not even Cornwall or Brighton?” “No. I’m embarrassed to say.” Alexander squeezed a blob of shampoo into his palm. “Didn’t you go on holiday as a lad?” Adrian watched as he lathered his hair. “No. Me mum and dad did. I was sent to my auntie’s. She lives in Harlow.” Adrian winced. “Harlow? Oh, that’s not fair, love, your parents leaving you behind when they went off.” After rinsing his hair, Alexander moved out of the way for Adrian to get under the showerhead. “It wasn’t a happy time, Adrian. My auntie had several children on her own. Quite an assortment of colors they were. I used to get bullied by my cousin, Dave.” Alexander began rubbing the soap on Adrian’s chest. Listening to the tale, cringing at the image it created, Adrian finished washing his hair and rinsed the soap off his face. About to ask Alexander if he was done, he noticed Alexander’s attention was on his own hands as they ran the coconut soap over his skin. Peering down between Alexander’s legs, Adrian found an erection. “Give us the soap, love.” As if waking from a daydream, Alexander handed Adrian the bar of soap. Adrian lathered it up briskly in his palms, set it aside, and reached out for Alexander’s stiff shaft. Grabbing it tightly, Adrian worked him, one hand 131

G.A. Hauser cupping his slippery balls, the other jerking on his cock. Knowing they may become pressed for time, Adrian pushed his finger inside Alexander’s ass, urging him to climax. Bracing himself on the wall and the door, Alexander’s head dropped forward and his muscles tensed. That wonderful masculine grunting echoed off the wet tiles as a pellet of come shot out, hitting Adrian in the stomach. “There you go, love.” Catching his breath, Alexander allowed Adrian to maneuver him under the spray to wash off the soap, shutting off the taps when they were done. Adrian pushed back the door, giving Alexander a towel, and rubbing one over his own head vigorously. Once he stepped out, he wiped off the misty mirror and located two razors and shave cream. In the steamy room, Adrian thought Alexander seemed to go quiet, hiding inside himself. Unsure of the reason, Adrian didn’t mention it. Spreading shave cream on his face, Adrian tried to concentrate on his own reflection but was distracted by Alexander’s. Alexander ran the razor over his jaw, avoiding eyecontact with Adrian. The sensation that he was just a charity case and Adrian would eventually move on frightened him. The better he knew Adrian, the more insecure he became. Adrian was an editor of a magazine. He owned a million pound condominium. He was smart, handsome, and most certainly could attract someone of quality. Alexander wondered if he was a burden on the poor man. I’ve never even been to a bloody beach. Finished in the bathroom, Alexander followed Adrian back to the bedroom. When Adrian handed him a clean pair of briefs, Alexander paused, catching a wicked look in Adrian’s eye. Taking them, slipping them on, Alexander adjusted his 132

Murphy’s Hero cock to settle in its usual place, peeking up at Adrian who was watching him. “Well? Kinky?” Adrian asked. “Yes! I’m in your pants!” “Good. It’ll keep you randy all day.” When Adrian turned back to continue getting dressed, Alexander wanted to touch his arm, to spin him around and ask him how long this was going to last. What he should expect when they parted ways. But he couldn’t do it. Lowering his head, Alexander found the rest of his clothing, dressing quietly, dreading going to work. Adrian filled a carafe with coffee grounds and poured hot water over the top. Pressing the screen down, pushing the grounds to the bottom, he offered a cup to Alexander, who accepted graciously. “You all right? You’ve gone quiet on me.” When Alexander didn’t reply, Adrian located the sugar and cream, setting them out on the counter. “Alexander?” “Yes?” “Are you all right?” “I’m fine.” Alexander stirred a spoonful of sugar into his cup. “Penny for your thoughts?” Adrian couldn’t catch his eye. “Are you fretting over work? Facing the women?” “Aye. A bit.” Adrian dropped two crumpets into the toaster. “I do think you should formally complain, love.” “No. I can’t.” “Why? If you feel this badly about going in—” “No. I said, no.” Adrian shut his mouth. Finding some strawberry jam and clotted cream for their crumpets, Adrian reached into a cupboard for two plates. “There are butter knives in that drawer, love.” Alexander spun around and took two, handing them to 133

G.A. Hauser Adrian. The toaster popped and Adrian quickly doused the crumpets in the clotted cream and jam, handing Alexander a plate. “Have a seat. We have a bit of time.” Once he had made two more for himself, Adrian sat across from Alexander, starting to feel worried. “Please talk to me, love. Don’t keep things locked inside. I can tell you’re upset.” Alexander finished the food quickly, licking a blob of jam off his thumb. Getting no reply, Adrian set his crumpet down and reached across the table towards him. “Is it something I’ve done?” “No!” Alexander replied quickly. “Then what, love?” “Nothing. It’s getting late. I have to run.” “Wait. I can walk you to the tube.” “No. It’s all right. You’ve done too much for me already.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” Adrian began to think he had indeed done something to upset Alexander. Alexander rose up, set his dish in the sink, finding his backpack near the front door in the living room. Before he rushed out, Adrian grabbed his arm. “Will I see you tonight? Shall I meet you at your place?” Shrugging, Alexander didn’t meet his gaze. It was beginning to make Adrian sick inside. Embracing Alexander, Adrian whispered into his ear, “Tonight. I’ll be at your place.” Another weak shrug came as the reply. “Do you not want me any longer, love? Have I done something to turn you off me? Is it my career? My being the editor of the gay mag?” Adrian knew it was the reason. A tear rolled down Alexander’s cheek before he could catch it. Wiping at it roughly, Alexander replied, “I’m letting you off the hook, Adrian.” 134

Murphy’s Hero “Off the hook? Whatever do you mean?” “You can say you’ve done your good service now. You don’t need to keep carrying on with the charade.” “Alexander Parker, what are you going on about?” Adrian shook him. “Charade? What the bloody hell does that mean? You think that’s what this is? Some good deed I am doing?” Alexander shrugged once again. “You couldn’t be more wrong.” Adrian tried to search his eyes, but Alexander was reluctant to meet them. “I love you, Alexander. So much. I would be lost if you left me.” Instantly those emerald eyes perked up to catch his. “I don’t know who put the idea in your head, other than your own insecurity. I need you.” “I’m not a burden on you, Adrian?” “No. Not in the least, love.” “You’re not just saying that?” “No. I am not just saying it.” A shy smile finally emerged on Alexander’s lips. “Give us a kiss.” Adrian shoved him playfully. Alexander met his lips, sneaking a lick of them. When they parted, Adrian asked, “Better?” “Yes.” “Good. Now you don’t worry about our relationship, Alexander. You just keep your focus on everything else. This is the one thing you don’t need to bother about.” “So, you’ll be at mine later?” Alexander asked excitedly. “Yes.” “Good. See ya.” “See ya.” As Adrian watched him go, he felt a nervous pang in his gut for him. Alexander had much more to worry about than their love. That was the one thing Adrian knew Alexander could count on.

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G.A. Hauser Hopping off the tube, Alexander kept alert for any sign of trouble. Moving with the crowd up on the escalator to the street level, he noticed a kiosk with a newspaper headline on its reader board. Naked-Roman-Soldier-man Shares His Helmet With Handsome Gay Editor. Alexander gasped out loud as he gawked at it in disbelief. Hurrying to the museum, he had no idea what was going to happen now, but whatever it was, it wouldn’t be good. Jogging to the office, his backpack over his shoulder, Alexander paused before he opened the door, taking a deep breath for courage. The minute he opened it, three sets of eyes glued to his. Harry, Morgan, and Jocelyn were standing in a huddle, the newspaper open between them. Alexander died inside. Morgan hurried over to him. “Oh, love, don’t worry.” Dropping his things near his desk, Alexander plopped down on his chair, hanging his head. “They’ve castrated me.” Jocelyn and Morgan knelt in front of him. “No. Don’t be silly. In this age of political correctness, no one will think poorly of you.” Morgan touched his hand. Alexander glared at those fingers first, meeting her eyes soon after. “You’ve no rights to touch me.” “Sorry, love. I know what we did yesterday was unfair. We were trying to convince the bloke you were straight.” Jocelyn inched closer but didn’t make contact with Alexander’s legs as she knelt down. “Alexander, we adore you. We only want what’s best.” “Who told him?” Alexander glared at Morgan. “Did you? Did you get a nice payout?” “No. I swear. I didn’t. It says in the article the man you are dating is the editor of a gay magazine, love. That’s where they found out. Honest.” Harry added, “It’s the truth, son. Morgan and Jocelyn 136

Murphy’s Hero would not betray you that way.” Alexander rubbed his face and eyes. He was so crushed he didn’t know what to do. “Let me make you a nice cup of tea.” Jocelyn stood, moving to fill the kettle. “There’s some chocolate biscuits,” Morgan giggled. “Your favorites. I bought them special today.” Alexander perked up. “Which ones?” “The cream filled. You know.” Morgan found the package and brought it over to him. “Oh. Yes, I do like those.” “Here you go.” Morgan handed him the cookies. “Don’t worry, lad,” Harry whispered. Jocelyn returned with Alexander’s tea, setting it on his desk. “Just as you like it. Milky and sweet.” “Cheers, Jocelyn.” Alexander dunked a cookie into it. “It’ll be all right, you’ll see.” Morgan smiled kindly at him. Munching the cookie, Alexander didn’t know if that was possible anymore. On his way to the office, Adrian caught sight of the headlines. “Shite!” Adrian choked in shock handing the man some change and taking a copy to read. Moaning, “Oh, no…oh, no…” on his way. Adrian knew this would kill Alexander. Taking out his mobile phone, Adrian paused before he dialed, not wanting to be the bearer of such bad news. Stuffing it back into his pocket again, he stormed to his office, the newspaper under his arm. “Bleedin’ knew it. Knew it.” He ground his jaw in fury. Pouting, Alexander stood on the platform waiting the tube during the evening rush hour. Even though costume was in his bag, he wondered if he had courage to wear it now. I hope no one needs help. 137

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G.A. Hauser peered around the crowd nervously. I have to help them. I can’t not help them! When the train pulled up to the stop, Alexander stepped on with the crush of commuters. As he stood, holding a pole as the subway moved on, he noticed several passengers reading the paper with the headline he dreaded. Cowering at the sight, even though no one knew what he looked like under the helmet, Alexander felt so ashamed he could hardly function. The squealing of the metal rails was like nails on a blackboard. Flinching at the volume, Alexander actually wondered if it was good it was so loud. The last thing he wanted to hear was someone calling him a fag. Adrian paced. In Alexander’s tiny sitting room, he walked up and down, checking his watch. The minute he heard the door, he raced over to it, opening it. The look on Alexander’s face explained everything. “I’m so sorry.” Alexander entered the house, setting his bag down by the door. “Will you forgive me?” Adrian begged. “Aye.” “Come here.” Alexander fell against him. Adrian hugged him tight. “I’m sorry, baby. It’s all my fault.” Squeezing him, Adrian could feel Alexander let go of a stressful sigh. Worried sick about him, Adrian kept hold of him, rocking him in his arms. “Did you read it in the paper?” “Yes.” Alexander moved back from the embrace. “Was work intolerable?” “No, they were okay.” “Let me get you a beer.” Adrian raced to the kitchen. When he returned Alexander was seated on the settee holding the helmet out in his hand like poor Yorick’s skull in Hamlet. Cuddling next to him, Adrian asked, “So? Is he finished?” 138

Murphy’s Hero “I don’t know. I reckon he may do one last thing before he’s buried.” “Here’s your ale, love.” Alexander put the helmet down, taking the glass and sipping it. “You’re not having one?” “Already did.” “Oh. I can’t smell it on your breath.” “Mints.” Adrian held up a roll of lifesavers. “You coming with me to Mum’s for tea this weekend?” Adrian made a sour face. “No.” Alexander shook his head. “No, don’t bother. I can tell it’s offensive.” “I will if you want me to.” “No. It’s all right, Adrian. She’s my mum, my problem.” “Alexander, I will be there by your side if you want me to.” Adrian gripped Alexander’s thigh. “I know. I won’t ask you again. She’s ‘orrible. I know.” “For you? Anything. I need to make it up to you. You know. About what happened when the press realized who I was.” “You already have.” When Alexander grinned mischievously at him, Adrian tilted his head curiously. “I did?” “I’m wearing your pants,” Alexander whispered, rubbing his crotch. “You really are enjoying that?” “Aye.” Alexander licked the beer off his lip. “It’s where your cock usually sits. How can I not enjoy it?” “You are wonderful, Alexander Parker.” Adrian hugged him. Alexander raised his glass in a toast. “To Adrian Mackenzie’s underwear.” “Better enjoy it. I’ll be getting you out of them here right quick.” 139

G.A. Hauser “Naughty man.” Alexander grinned slyly at him. Adrian was very glad he was smiling. “Maybe this time, you can do as you like to me.” “Strewth?” Alexander replied excitedly. “Yes! Truth!” Adrian held up his hand in an oath. Guzzling the beer, Alexander set it down, grabbed Adrian’s hand and shouted, “Let’s go!” Stumbling to his feet, Adrian was dragged up the stairs to the bedroom, very relieved Alexander was taking the news so well.

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Chapter Twelve Biting his lip nervously, Alexander exited the train and walked the back path to his mother’s home. Leaving the costume at his apartment in Finsbury Park, Alexander prayed no one needed help on the round trip to and from Hoddesdon. Knocking first, Alexander reached into his pocket for his key, when the door swung open. “Hullo, Mum.” “Hello, Alexander. Where’s Adrian?” She poked her head out the door. “Busy.” “Come in, dear.” She closed the door behind him. “How are you? I read in the paper that they called you a homo-superhero.” Reacting to the blow, Alexander collapsed on her couch and drooped down low. “Aye. Humiliated me.” “So, Adrian isn’t a freelance journalist? What a load of bullocks!” she ranted. “You realize it’s his fault. Gay magazine? Why does this world need a magazine about pooftahs? It’s disgraceful.” “Leave it, Mum.” “Dinner’s almost ready. Go wash your hands.”

 

G.A. Hauser Managing to get to his feet, instead of using the downstairs water closet, Alexander climbed the staircase to the second floor. Before he stepped into the bathroom, he stood at the doorway of his old room, one he had grown up in. Pausing to look around, he realized it was still as he had left it. The tiny bedroom contained a single bed covered by a bedspread with Batman and Robin on it, a small chest of drawers with action heroes in macho poses, posters on the walls of fantasy scenes, knights with horses and castles, and a shelf with toys—horses, army men, and race car models. As Alexander entered the room, his mood grew more melancholy. After taking a look at the selection of novels, he removed a book off the shelf. J.R.R. Tolkein’s Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship. Sitting down on his bed, Alexander fanned through the pages absently. Suddenly a memory flashed back through his mind, crisp and clear. He was ten years old. His father was standing at the doorway, lecturing him. “I don’t break my back nine hours a day to come home to hear you’ve been causing problems! You straighten out your act, young man, or I’ll make sure the punishment fits the crime! I’m tired of hearing nothing but bother from you! You don’t listen to yer mum! You daydream in school! Ya do nothing to make a man out of yourself! But what? Draw your little castles and soldiers?” His father grabbed a handful of crayon drawings off the bed, crushing them. Young Alexander shivered at their destruction. “You live in the real world, Alexander. Not some fantasy world. It’s about time you came back down to earth and learned how to deal with things as a human being.” Ten year old Alexander, replied, “But, it’s bad out there!” 142

Murphy’s Hero “Then deal with it! Stop being a flaming little fairy and deal with it! The world won’t go away for you, Alexander. No matter how you hate it, it won’t go away!” His father’s words echoing in his head, a hot tear ran down Alexander’s cheek. “No, the world won’t go away,” he whispered, “that’s why I do.” “Alexander! Your dinner’s getting cold!” “Coming, Mum.” Alexander set the book back on the shelf, wiped at his eyes, walking down the narrow stairs. Adrian felt badly for not going with Alexander. Sitting at an outdoor table with some of his friends at a pub near the Tate Modern and Globe Theater, Adrian sipped his Young’s chocolate stout, his gaze out at the passing boats on the Thames. “I know he’s in America,” Clive whined. “It doesn’t mean he can’t fly him out for a shoot.” “He’s from Hertford, for pity’s sake.” Oliver took back the magazine they were gazing at. “Maybe he’d welcome coming back for a break from those gobby yanks.” “You’re all mad.” Hugh shook his head in annoyance. “Adrian hasn’t even called his agent to find out if he’d even do a nude spread. Adrian? Adrian what do you think?” “Hm?” Adrian popped back into focus. “What are we debating?” “It’s about him.” Clive poked his finger at a printed photo. “Ian Sullivan? What about him?” Adrian sipped his stout. “Well, we think you should pay him to come over for a spread in your mag.” Oliver shoved the advertisement under Adrian’s nose. “Look, at the bugger. He’s bloody 143

G.A. Hauser gorgeous.” “Caught a repeat of some show he was a guest on.” Hugh waved his hand to get everyone’s attention. “Some late night talk show they air over there.” Again he gestured as if the United States was out in the distant skyline. “Anyway, the host had some photo of this stud in his Calvin’s. Hung like a flamin’ horse, mates.” “Call his agent, Adrian,” Clive pleaded. “We want a nude centerfold done of him.” “He’s gay, you know. He’s gay and out. Dating some movie star yank named Scott Epstein.” Oliver grabbed back the magazine to ogle. Adrian smiled in amusement. “So, you think one phone call from me and this chap will fly out to expose his nob to the world?” “Yes!” Clive shouted. “You have more clout than you think, Mr. Mackenzie.” “You know, some models don’t actually want to pose nude, Clive,” Adrian quipped. “Nonsense. Flash the right number of pounds in their face and see.” “Speaking about naked men.” Hugh leaned against Adrian’s shoulder. “Why didn’t you tell us about Alexander the Great?” “I’ve only been dating him two weeks, chaps. Give me a chance.” Adrian finished his beer. “What’s he look like? Every shot of him is with that Roman helmet on.” Oliver moved all their empty glasses to the edge of the table. “Bet he’s a stunner.” “He is. Better than Ian Sullivan.” That silenced the group. “You’re talking such rubbish, Adrian,” Oliver dismissed him. Adrian shrugged. He certainly didn’t have to prove anything to them. Clive tapped the table to get Adrian’s attention. “When can we meet him?” 144

Murphy’s Hero “I don’t know.” “Adrian!” Oliver chided, “You can’t make a claim like that and not back it up. London’s first gay superhero? And he looks better than Ian Sullivan? Come on, what do you take us for? A bunch of Rodneys?” Adrian straightened his back on the hard bench seat. “I don’t really care what you believe.” Insulted, Oliver replied, “What a way to talk about your best mates.” Clive closed the magazine ad they were drooling over, rolling it up in his hand. “Why don’t you invite him out with us for a drink, Adrian?” “He’s quite shy. I don’t think he’d come.” “Oh, come on. You see?” Oliver pointed at Adrian. “He can’t put his money where his mouth is.” “I have a good idea where Adrian’s mouth has been lately.” Hugh winked at him. “I would, honest, chaps. But this whole thing, being outted because of me, well, it’s taken him aback. He thinks it’s neutered him. That he’ll lose his ‘power’ to intimidate bad men now.” “I see the point, Adrian.” Hugh nodded. “Most criminals don’t cower in fear at being confronted with a gay man.” “They would in a prison shower!” Clive jested. “We won’t tease him, Adrian,” Oliver announced. “I swear, we’ll be on our best behavior. Right, lads?” As they all shook their heads in agreement, Adrian replied, “It’s not up to me. I’ll run it by Alexander, but it’s really his call.” “Alexander? Are you telling me that’s his real name? Not just for the get-up of Alexander the Great?” Clive asked. “Yes. Alexander is his real name.” Adrian considered ordering another beer. When he went for his wallet, Oliver held him back. “I’ve got this round, Adrian.” “Oh, cheers,” Adrian placed his wallet back into his 145

G.A. Hauser pocket. “Same again?” Oliver asked as he got up off the bench. Everyone nodded affirmatively. After he left, Hugh snuggled closer to Adrian to whisper, “Convince him to come out with us, love.” “I can try,” Adrian replied, about to throw up his hands to show it wasn’t up to him. “Call him. Where’s he at now?” Clive asked. “I think he’s still at his mum’s. He goes there for Sunday tea.” “Ring him. Tell him you’re here with some mates.” Adrian checked his watch. “I will, but don’t be too surprised if he declines.” He removed his mobile phone from his pocket. As he dialed the other two men waited anxiously. “Hullo, love.” “Adrian! Hello.” “Where you at? You still at your mum’s?” Adrian could tell the other two were hanging on his every word. “No, actually. Just about to get off at Tottenham Hale and catch a tube. You at mine or yours?” “Uh, near mine. I’m at the Founders Arms, across from the Tate.” “Is that where you want me to meet you? I’m gasping for a beer.” “Uh, yes. It would be lovely. But—” “Oops! I’m losing you, love! Gotta go underground, ta!” When the line went dead, Adrian felt slightly ill he hadn’t gotten a chance to warn Alexander he was not alone. He redialed but it went right to his voicemail. “Shit. He’s underground.” “On his way?” Clive asked excitedly. “Yes, but I didn’t get to mention I had the Three bleedin’ Stooges with me.” Adrian put his phone back into his pocket, just noticing Oliver returning with two of the four beers. 146

Murphy’s Hero Adrian stood and took them from him. “Cheers, mate. Going back for the last two.” Oliver pointed over his shoulder. Nodding, Adrian set one in front of each of the seated men. “Is that my bitter?” Hugh asked, taking a sip. “Should be. It has the right color.” Clive tasted his. “Aye, this is my lager.” “Adrian’s chocolate stout should be easy to spot,” Hugh teased. “Chocolate? Really, Adrian.” “What? It’s lovely.” Adrian wondered how long it would take for Alexander to get out of the tube, and if he should keep trying to call him and warn him. Oliver showed up with his beer. Adrian thanked him, watching him sit back down. “Cheers,” Adrian raised his glass and all four beers met in the middle. After changing tubes several times, Alexander climbed from under the ground into the sunshine at Southwark Station and made quick time walking along the pavement following the water’s edge to the pub. He knew the one. On a sunny day like today, it was perfect with its outdoor picnic style tables and view of the water and St. Paul’s Cathedral beyond. It was very close to Adrian’s luxury flat. Alexander had always wanted to sit at the outdoor tables of that pub, but never had the nerve to do it alone. Feeling invigorated at the idea of sharing the moment with Adrian, Alexander was ready to jog just to get there sooner. Checking his watch, trying to calculate the amount of time it would take for Alexander to arrive, Adrian was about to call his mobile phone again when there was a commotion nearby. As the shouting of people grew, Adrian and his companions took notice and sat up 147

G.A. Hauser curiously. “What the devil is going on?” Oliver asked as bystanders seemed to be rushing over to something exciting. A cold chill washed over Adrian. “Oh, no. Don’t tell me.” “What?” Hugh asked, touching Adrian’s arm. “What, Adrian?” “Wait here a moment, lads.” Adrian stood, making sure they all acknowledged him. Hurrying to the core of the action, Adrian had a very strange feeling in his gut that a Corinthian soldier was going to be involved somehow. Nudging gawking bystanders out of the way, he sighed, “Alexander,” under his breath, relieved he was in his jeans and t-shirt this time. He was crouching near an elderly woman who had taken a spill and was bleeding from a cut to her head. “You’re all right, love. Sit calm,” Alexander cooed. “Someone call the medics?” Several people shouted they had. “You remind me of me mum,” Alexander smiled at the confused woman. “She’s a little thing, just like you. No, you sit tight. Don’t you move.” Adrian smiled in admiration at his lover. Finally a crew of emergency technicians arrived. Moving to the side, Alexander relayed, “She fell hard, blokes. Cut her arm and head. I didn’t want to move her for fear of her hips, you know?” “Aye, thanks, mate, we got her from here.” “Cheers.” Alexander stood tall, looking down as they worked on her. “Alexander,” Adrian called out softly, dreading anyone getting the connection between the masked, and unmasked hero. “Oi! Hullo!” Alexander hurried to him. “Sorry, love. I couldn’t let the old bird lay there like everyone else had. Poor thing. They all just kept walking by. Believe it?” 148

Murphy’s Hero “I adore you, you know that?” “I’m gasping. Let’s get a beer.” Alexander nodded to the pub. Just as Adrian was about to tell him about his friends, Adrian spotted Oliver and Hugh, standing outside the crowded ring that had formed. “Adrian!” Oliver shouted. Spinning to see Alexander’s reaction, Adrian waited for him to realize what was going on. “Adrian, poor Clive is saving our table! Step lively!” “Adrian?” Alexander whispered. “Yes, love.” “Who are they?” “Just close friends, love. No worries.” Adrian immediately noticed Alexander’s breathing pick up. “Love, I tried to tell you over the phone, but you got cut off.” “Adrian! Bring him here!” Hugh waved. “Don’t be shy, love!” “Oh, God…” Alexander froze. “Baby, you’ve made so much progress. This is just one more step,” Adrian urged, rubbing his hand on Alexander’s arm. Adrian gestured for his friends to go back to the table. “I’ll meet you there.” Nodding, they backed off, vanishing around the side of the pub. Alexander was so nervous he was hyperventilating. Adrian didn’t know what to do. “Look, I thought one drink with the mates, and we’d go. They’re good friends, Alexander, all gay, so don’t worry about that. I would never do anything to hurt you.” “All gay?” “Aye, all gay.” Nodding, Alexander appeared to be considering it. “No one will judge you, love. We’re all the same that way.” “Yes.” Alexander nodded. “We’re all gay.” 149

G.A. Hauser “Okay? You know, they have chocolate stout in there.” “Chocolate? Really?” Alexander’s eyes lit up. “Honest! I’ve been drinking it. It’s lovely.” “Do…do they know I’m the…the guy in the helmet?” “Aye, love. They do. They think you’re brilliant. A hero.” “Do they?” “Oh yes.” “Huh.” “So? Can I buy you a chocolate beer?” Adrian began leading Alexander to the pub. “Yes. Okay. I’ve never had chocolate stout. It sounds yummy, Adrian.” Alexander’s eyes kept darting in the direction the two men had taken. Adrian brought him inside the pub for their order. As they waited, Alexander’s outstanding looks caught many eyes. As Adrian noticed, Alexander had as well and appeared to want to be invisible. “Okay, baby. You’re doing great.” “Why do they stare at me?” he whispered, head down, looking at his feet. “Because you’re beautiful.” “No. Because I’m a freak.” “Nonsense.” Adrian asked for a chocolate stout, making sure Alexander didn’t dart for the exit. He thanked the man behind the counter, handing the cold brew to Alexander. “Taste it.” Alexander took the pint glass, sipping it. “Mm!” “I told you. Come outside. It’s sunny and glorious out there.” Holding him by the elbow, Adrian felt as if he were dragging a reluctant toddler to the dentist’s chair. The moment they made it to the table where the three men sat waiting, the whispering conversation ceased. “Gentlemen, this is Alexander Parker,” Adrian announced proudly. “Have a seat, Alexander.” Hugh moved over, making room on the large bench 150

Murphy’s Hero seat. Adrian sat down next to Alexander so they were sandwiching him. “Alexander, this is Oliver Winters, Hugh Beckham, and Clive Brown, all very close mates of mine.” “Hello, Alexander,” Oliver spoke softly as if he were approaching a frightened kitten. “We’re all very impressed by your bravery.” “You should be very proud of yourself, Alex. Can I call you Alex?” Clive asked. “Everyone thinks you’re amazing,” Hugh added. Adrian could tell Alexander was trying his best not to run away. He hadn’t met anyone’s eyes yet and stared down into his dark beer as if it held the secrets of the world. “Alexander was just helping a pensioner who had fallen,” Adrian explained as if they didn’t know. “He can’t help it. He helps people all the time.” It fell silent suddenly, awkwardness prevailed. “Uh, you enjoying that beer, Alexander?” Adrian asked, trying to get him to say something. A slight nod was his reply. “So, uh…” Adrian felt more nervous by the moment, hoping this wasn’t too much for his lover to handle. “About that Ian Sullivan,” Adrian couldn’t think of anything else to say. “Yes,” Oliver nodded, as if he realized what Adrian was trying to do. “You should see if he’s available, Adrian.” “He’s a lovely chap,” Hugh added, shrugging at Adrian in helplessness. Once again it fell quiet. Adrian sighed, “You want to go, love?” “No.” “You all right?” “Aye.” Adrian met the other three men’s eyes to see their reaction. 151

G.A. Hauser “You have beautiful hair, Alexander,” Hugh whispered. “It’s so thick and shiny. Not like mine.” He pointed to his closely shaven head. “It’s fabulous,” Adrian agreed. “I’m constantly running my hands through it.” “What color are your eyes, Alexander?” Clive whispered. “Green.” “Ooh, nice. I’d love to see them for myself.” Adrian held his breath. It seemed as if they were suddenly pushing Alexander. Clive reacted when Alexander met his eyes. “Wow, emerald green! Very pretty, love.” “You’re making me blush,” Alexander replied. “I can tell because my cheeks feel warm.” A soft chuckle made its way around the table. Adrian breathed out in relief. “See?” Alexander twisted to face Adrian. “They’re red, right?” “Aye, love. But it’s a lovely shade.” Adrian brushed the back of his hand against Alexander’s skin. “What do you do for a living, Alexander?” Oliver asked. “I work at the British Museum.” “Oh, I see! Very exciting.” “No. Just admin. Nothing exciting.” Alexander finished his beer. “That was superb, Adrian. I love chocolate. And chocolate beer is just the bee’s knees.” “Would you like another?” Clive offered. “Yes, please.” Alexander reached for his wallet. “Oh, no, love. My treat.” Clive waved his hand. “Anyone else?” They all shook their heads. “Be back.” Adrian rubbed Alexander’s leg warmly under the table. “You’re doing very well, Alexander.” Alexander smiled softly at Adrian. 152

Murphy’s Hero “Are you going to keep up fighting crime, Alexander?” Hugh asked. “I don’t rightly know. I think perhaps now that everyone knows I’m gay, that I may get beaten up.” A chorus of denials followed. “Don’t encourage him, lads,” Adrian shook his head. “I’m worried he’ll take a knife or a bullet.” “Stop, Adrian.” Alexander shot him an admonishing look. Adrian closed his mouth. Clive returned with a fresh beer. “Here you go, Alexander.” “Cheers, Clive.” Alexander held it up to him in thanks. “My pleasure. It’s the least a citizen of this city should do for its hero.” Adrian caught another quick glance from Alexander after the comment. Who was he to tell Alexander not to fulfill his “calling”? “To the first gay superhero.” Oliver held up his beer. “Aye, aye!” Hugh raised his glass, as did Clive. Alexander smiled wryly at Adrian. “You toasting as well?” he asked him. Adrian could only raise his glass in response. “To you.” After Alexander tapped their glasses, they cheered him. “Shh!” Alexander waved his hands. “People will look!” “You must be used to that, Alexander,” Clive chuckled. Adrian felt his blood go cold. “Why?” Alexander asked defensively. Seeing Adrian shaking his head at him, Clive replied, “No reason.” Spinning around, Alexander faced Adrian, “What did you do?” “Nothing!” Adrian held up his hands innocently. 153

G.A. Hauser “Stop it! I want to know why they stare at me! He was going to tell me when you stopped him.” “Alexander!” Adrian grabbed his jaw in both hands to get him to focus. “I’ve told you myself. It’s because you are beautiful. Will you please believe me?” “Adrian?” “Yes, love.” “You’re holding my face like we’re going to kiss. And we’re outside.” “Sorry, love.” Adrian dropped his hands quickly. “It’s true, Alexander. That is the reason.” Clive finished his beer. “I need to stop at the men’s room.” Adrian stood, allowing Alexander to get up. “You won’t vanish, will you?” “No. I’ll be back. I just need a slash.” “Okay.” Adrian watched him walk away. When he sat down all three men were gaping at him. “Oh, my God!” Clive gushed. “Adrian Mackenzie, I could die!” Hugh gasped. “You lucky, SOB!” Oliver moaned. As Adrian heard them spouting Alexander’s obvious virtues, he worried about him. This superhero business. It wasn’t going to go away. Walking together to Adrian’s flat, Adrian was curious as to how Alexander was feeling. Leaving the conversation alone until they were inside his home, in private, Adrian turned on a soft light as twilight began changing the sky to a lavender color. Alexander passed through the living room to the bathroom. Adrian felt compelled to follow. Hearing Alexander’s water stream hitting the toilet, he paused, knowing Alexander didn’t like to be watched when he urinated. A flush, the sound of the water in the sink running, Adrian made a move to look inside the doorway. 154

Murphy’s Hero “Are you all right?” “Aye.” “The boys, were they too much for you?” “I thought they were lovely, Adrian. You’re lucky to have such nice mates.” “They are nice.” On his way out of the bathroom, Alexander hesitated as Adrian stood in his way. “They liked you, Alexander. They really did.” “You think?” “Yes.” Adrian couldn’t resist him now that they were alone. Cupping Alexander’s jaw, the way he had done at the pub, Adrian held him in his hands, admiring him. “You look like you want to kiss me again,” Alexander grinned. “I do. I always do.” “You need to be careful outside, Adrian. People hate it when men do things like that in public. We’d be liable to cause a stir.” “I used to care about such things, Alexander. I don’t anymore.” “No?” “No. I am proud of who I am and who I love. I’m not ashamed.” Alexander seemed to be digesting the comment. “But we are alone now.” “Yes,” Alexander whispered. “Kiss me, Adrian.” Closing his eyes, Adrian drew Alexander closer, brushing their lips together. At the feather-light contact, Adrian’s skin tingled. Before they opened their mouths and began sucking face, Adrian enjoyed the teasing of the pre-kiss touching. As gently as he could, Adrian ran his lips over the light stubble of Alexander’s chin. Opening his eyes, Adrian found Alexander had closed his tightly, his forehead furrowed from the sensual contact. Adrian traced his tongue over Alexander’s top lip, slowly, running it over the soft skin, moving to his lower lip, sucking it gently, nibbling it between his teeth. 155

G.A. Hauser A long, low groan escaped Alexander’s throat. Adrian set back to see his face, loving his expression. When Alexander’s eyes blinked open, Adrian smiled adoringly at him. “The way you touch me, Adrian…” “Yes?” “I get chills all over.” “Do you?” Adrian acted as if it surprised him. “Yes. I do.” “Do you want to make love, Alexander?” “Oh, yes, Adrian. Please.” Taking him by the hand, Adrian led Alexander to the bedroom. As they shed their clothing, Adrian couldn’t keep his eyes from Alexander’s glowing skin as his garments dropped to the carpet one by one. Once they were both naked, Adrian stalked this muscular hero, yearning for his taste, his scent. And as if Alexander needed instruction, advice, he stood still, waiting to receive. Adrian pressed against Alexander’s warm body, again, reaching around his head for another soft kiss. When their hips connected, it sent a charge of energy through him. Instantly Adrian began rubbing against Alexander’s hard cock, each of their erections competing for attention and supremacy. Giving Alexander’s lips another light brush with his own, this time Adrian wanted more, now. Opening his mouth, he urged Alexander closer, felt Alexander’s tongue and swirled around it in a dizzying pattern he was going to duplicate on his cock. Alexander’s posture shifted, as if he was swooning, his knees giving way slightly. Coaxing Alexander to sit on the bed, Adrian waited until Alexander was motionless before he knelt on the carpet before him. Spreading Alexander’s knees apart, Adrian sighed in awe at the sight of that engorged penis and the soft sack under it. A whimper of yearning escaped his lips before he closed his eyes and opened his mouth to accept that treat. As he lapped at the head of Alexander’s cock, 156

Murphy’s Hero Adrian felt Alexander’s hands digging through his hair as if Alexander was encouraging him to continue. Adrian needed no encouragement. The giving of oral sex was its own reward. Widening the position of his knees on the carpet, Adrian pushed Alexander’s legs as far apart as they would stretch. Leaving that fantastic cock alone for a moment, Adrian used his tongue to lick the skin connecting Alexander’s balls to his thighs, loving the tightness of it, his musky scent. Alexander’s hands ceased moving, as if Adrian’s mouth was distracting him. After nuzzling into Alexander’s balls, Adrian addressed his long hard erection. One peek up at Alexander’s expression of rapture, and Adrian dove down on him, plunging him into his throat, sucking hard, working his tongue underneath in quick up and down strokes. That organ pulsed, hardened to stone, then Adrian felt it convulsing between his lips. That glorious, “Ah! Ah! Ah!” exclamation followed. Softening his sucking, making sure he drew out every drop, Adrian savored the taste as long as he could, finally sitting back to stare at this god. His hair sticking to his dewy forehead and neck in the warmth of the room, Alexander’s eyes were still sealed shut, his lips were parted slightly, and his head tilted back from the intensity. Shaking his head in awe, Adrian didn’t know where he’d seen a sight like that before. If he could, he’d photograph it and enlarge it to fit his bedroom wall. Nudging Alexander to lie back on the bed, Adrian whispered, “Roll over, love.” His reactions lethargic, Alexander used one arm to tilt himself to his side, collapsing onto the mattress face down. With a grand view of that perfect ass, Adrian slid on a condom quickly. Still kneeling on the floor beside him, Adrian spread wide those rounded cheeks and penetrated this dream. Arching his back, thrusting in deeply, Adrian felt his skin come alive and all the blood in his body race 157

G.A. Hauser to his crotch. With the act of sex, Adrian’s love and attachment grew for Alexander. Thrusting his hips, their bodies making a slapping sound as they hit, Adrian felt as if nothing else mattered to him anymore. Nothing but this amazing man, one whose combination of beauty, bravery, and modesty should be a role model for a generation. As the sensation grew to its peak, Adrian closed his eyes in reflex and came, clenching his jaw and grunting in ecstasy. Panting hard, trying to slow his racing heart, Adrian pulled out slowly, sitting back on his heels to recuperate. “Oh, love,” Adrian breathed heavily, “you are so fantastic.” “Me?” came a muffled reply. Standing with some effort, Adrian swayed slightly from the sensation he still felt, pulling the spent rubber off with some effort since he was still hard. Seeing Alexander’s heavy limbs rolling him back face up, Adrian waited. When Alexander was staring at him, Adrian asked, “You all right?” “Aye!” Alexander laughed, as if the question was absurd. “More than all right.” “Good!” Adrian signaled to the bathroom. “I’ll be right back.” Nodding in reply, Alexander dropped his head back down onto the bed, closing his eyes. As Adrian washed up, discarding the condom, he smiled contentedly to himself. Once he stepped back into the room, he found Alexander still in the same position, his back on the bed, his feet on the floor. “Come on, babe, let’s go to sleep.” Opening a heavy eyelid, Alexander reached out for him. Adrian helped him to stand, folding down the blankets so they could crawl under them. Wrapping around him, cuddling close, Adrian whispered, “I love you, Alexander.” “And you,” Alexander whispered softly, as his 158

Murphy’s Hero breathing deepened and he fell off to sleep. Smiling adorningly at him, Adrian closed his eyes, wanting this man to move in with him now, yesterday, as soon as possible.

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Chapter Thirteen The next morning Adrian noticed Alexander taking his backpack containing his costume with him. “Why are you taking that? I thought—” Shooting him an annoyed look, Alexander replied, “Adrian, please.” “Alexander.” Adrian approached him angrily. “I thought you said once you were outted that you wouldn’t be effective in that role anymore. Please. I can’t bear the thought of you being hurt.” “Adrian, I have one more thing I have to do.” “No. Alexander, no. I can’t let you do this again.” Puffing up to his full height and looking very threatening, Alexander showed a side to him that Adrian had never seen, intimidating power. “Adrian,” Alexander warned, “I told you I have one thing I have to do. Don’t argue with me.” Taken aback by the surprising strength and tenacity he was witnessing, Adrian relented. “Should I come by this evening after work?” “Yes, but it will be later. After I do something.” “What are you planning on doing?”

 

Murphy’s Hero Looking frustrated, Alexander turned to the door. Adrian grabbed him. “Wait. Okay, Alexander. I’ll respect your wishes. But I’ll be going mad if you don’t call or show up this evening.” “I will. Eventually.” At his vagueness, Adrian began to get anxious. “Keep your mobile on.” “No, Adrian. I won’t. I’ll see you later.” After a quick peck on the lips, Alexander disappeared into the elevator. Adrian was sick with worry. Closing the door, he tried to get ready for work, but the feeling of nervous stress was making him queasy. Alexander sat at his desk doing his work diligently. Behind him, his three co-workers were silently clicking away at computer keyboards or making calls. No one made a fuss about him when he showed up for work. It was as if things had returned to normal, or at least had the appearance of normalcy. Though he didn’t show it, Alexander felt like a changed man. Weeks of Adrian’s rich love and support had given Alexander more confidence in himself than he had known he contained. Now it was a matter of choice. His choice. Before he left for the evening, Alexander stopped by his favorite display case. Seeing himself reflected in the glass with the Corinthian helmet behind him, he nodded his head with his decision and left the museum. He had to know. If he didn’t find out, he’d go mad. Standing in line at Madame Tussand’s wax museum, his rucksack on his back, Alexander peered behind him at the far stretching queue. After paying the admission, he snuck into one of the men’s rooms and vanished into a stall. Peeking out, Alexander rushed through the halls to an exhibit room, in his costume, posing like a wax 161

G.A. Hauser dummy next to Sylvester Stallone’s Rambo. Within minutes two women were standing in front of him. “Oh, look! They have that Roman-soldier guy here already!” “They make them look so life-like, it’s really amazing.” “He’s horny. I wish they had him without his helmet. I’m dying to see the face under that mask. I bet he’s one handsome bloke.” “You think? Sometimes I wonder if they hide because their minging.” The women took a closer look. Alexander tried not to blink. “Nah, he’s not. I can tell. Look, he’s even got beautiful green eyes. One hot bit of stuff, he is.” “Bet if you could get him unmasked the Sun would pay a fair bit for that one.” “Just get into trouble. Maybe he’ll show up.” “I’m always in trouble. No, my luck it’ll just be the keystone cops.” “Shame really…he’s a poof. Alexander tried not to flinch. “No! Not really! Where did you hear that?” “Yes, it’s a fact. He’s shagging the editor of some erotic gay mag.” She gave Alexander a good once over. “Why is it all the gorgeous ones are hot on each other?” “Who knows? Come on.” When the two women walked away, Alexander closed his eyes in shame. A mother with two teenage boys paused in front of him. “Oi! There’s that Gladiator-bloke!” One of the boys pointed at him. “Dad says he’s a homo.” “Boys! Keep walking.” The woman shoved them. Alexander’s eyes began to water. It was worse than he 162

Murphy’s Hero imagined. A couple was about to walk passed him when the woman asked, “Who’s this supposed to be?” She looked around the area as if there should be a sign. “That’s the guy who’s been fighting crime all around London. Uh, Naked-Roman-Soldier-Man? I think that’s what they call him. It’s been in all the papers.” “Oh! That’s right. He’s the one that saved that little boy in the British Museum. I remember now. Oh, what a lovely job they’ve done on him. Look, he even has gooseflesh on his legs.” “They do think of everything.” “I wish more people would behave that way, you know, taking an interest in society.” “He’s a fag.” At the relentless digs to his sexual preference, Alexander was on the verge of tears. “So? Who cares what he is, as long as he does good things. You really shouldn’t judge him, Mick.” The woman signaled for them to move on. Alexander was dying inside. It seemed everyone was more interested in his sexual orientation than his deeds. It was just as he feared. Two men paused to take him in. With a pronounced lisp and wiggle, the first man gushed, “Oh! Look who it is! Queen for the day!” “Oh, what a piece of scrumptious he is. I’ve been trying to get into trouble just so he’ll show up.” “You always get into trouble, you cheeky cow.” “Then why hasn’t he come to my aid? I’d sell my soul for a night under the sheets with him. Bet he’s a stunner under that helmet.” “They did one hell of a job on him, Francis. I mean, look at his skin. I swear it looks real.” Alexander held his breath, trying not to blink under the inspection. “I want to have a peak under that kilt. Just to see what 163

G.A. Hauser they do, you know.” One of the men turned to look around. “You better do it quick before someone sees you.” The second man raised up the frill of Alexander’s costume. “Oh! They really spare no expense at being realistic. I could swear there’s a real cock under those pants. Francis, look at the size of that bulge!” Alexander was about to die of embarrassment. Tensing his muscles he strained not to flinch and push the man’s hand away. “Should I touch it?” Alexander’s eyes widened in panic. “Stop, someone’s coming. We’ll get thrown out. The security guard just walked in.” They hurried away. Knowing he was most likely going to get caught, Alexander watched the uniformed man nervously. The guard scanned the crowd, his hands knotted behind his back. Suddenly he noticed Alexander. Bullocks. Alexander froze, standing perfectly still. The security guard approached him. Alexander tried to decide what to do as the man examined him curiously. Whispering to himself, the man asked, “When did they set you out, my friend?” Alexander couldn’t hold his breath much longer. The security guard rubbed at a spot on Alexander’s chest armor, polishing it. Alexander was about to explode, having to exhale. Just as the man walked away, he blew out his breath in relief. The people in the room gasped in fright, jumping back from him. “Hullo,” Alexander waved sheepishly. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle anyone.” A murmur of voices echoed in the room as the customers got over the surprise. Once they had they surrounded him laughing at the prank. “You’re real!” a woman shouted. “You gave us such a fright!” 164

Murphy’s Hero “Sorry, honest. I didn’t mean to.” “Can I have your autograph, sir?” A young man handed him a pen and a paper. “Oi? You want my autograph?” Alexander replied in shock. “Are you kidding?” a woman shouted, “You’re our hero!” “You mean, you still like me, even though I’m—” he choked up on the word. Instantly there was a jumble of affirmations coming from the crowd which had formed around him, all eager to talk to him. “It doesn’t matter, mate,” another young man replied. “You’re an inspiration. We think it’s great what you’re doing.” Another fan shouted, “At least you’re there when we need you! Not like the bleedin’ Met Police!” After signing the paper, Alexander stood up proudly. “Wow. I’m gob-smacked. Really. I’m glad you like me, because I really like all of you too!” “Can we see you?” one woman asked, “Unmasked? Or will that blow your disguise?” “You can’t see him!” a man shouted. “It’s like unmasking Batman!” As they gathered around him, asking him questions and for autographs, Alexander was so pleased he felt his emotions well up inside. “Thank you. All of you.” A roar of cheers and applause brought more spectators into the crowded room. As Alexander looked across the heads of the mob, he found everyone waving at him from the hallways and doors. Waving back, he couldn’t wipe the smile from his face as he soaked up the accolades and praise. It was six thirty. Adrian paced, the news report on in the background of Alexander’s flat. A beer already 165

G.A. Hauser consumed, ready for another, Adrian had a terrible feeling something was wrong. This one last feat could have been the final act for the superhero. How would he know if Alexander had been hurt? Who would call him? Standing in front of the idiot box again, flipping channels with the remote just in case there was yet another crisis that involved his lover, Adrian found nothing of interest, or at least nothing indicating he had any reason to worry. But he was, big time. Using Alexander’s home phone, Adrian kept calling his mobile only to receive his voicemail over and over. Wringing his hands, Adrian was at his wit’s end. Finally the sound of a key in the lock alerted him. Racing to the door, Adrian pulled it open. Alexander was smiling brightly, the backpack in his hand. “Oh, baby!” Adrian wrapped around his neck, hugging him. “I was worried sick.” “Why?” “I thought something had happened to you.” “Something did.” Alexander parted from the embrace to set his things down. “What? What happened, Alexander?” Adrian couldn’t help but keep fretting. “You want a beer?” Alexander asked as he walked to the kitchen. “Yes, no, oh, all right.” Adrian tapped his foot impatiently. “Are you going to tell me? Or do I have to see it on the news?” “I don’t think it’ll be on the news. I didn’t see any cameras there. Just tourist cameras, you know. Oh, and those mobile phone things.” “Alexander!” Adrian threw up his hands. “You sure are impatient, Adrian.” He handed Adrian a beer, taking a deep drink off his own bottle. Storming back to Alexander’s sitting room, Adrian dropped to the couch and pouted, nursing his beer. Alexander paused at the doorway, staring at him. After 166

Murphy’s Hero he’d taken another gulp of his lager, he joined Adrian on the settee. “I think I’m giving him up.” Adrian assumed he meant the helmet. “All right…” he replied uneasily. “I just had to do it for the right reasons.” Adrian nodded, sipping his beer to consider the comment. “And what are they?” “Well, it’s easier to understand if you know the wrong ones.” Alexander spun the bottle in his hand before he took another drink of it. “I’m trying not to get lost.” Adrian set his beer down on the coffee table and faced Alexander, tucking one of his legs under him. “What I mean is, I didn’t want to stop because they hated me for being gay.” “Okay. And now somehow you know they don’t?” “No. They don’t hate me.” Alexander blushed a lovely shade of rose. “And well, they kind of love me…a bit.” He finished his beer quickly, placing it next to Adrian’s on the table. “Oh?” “I can live with that, you know what I mean?” “How did you come to this conclusion?” Just as Alexander opened his mouth to answer, the news report showed a very eager crowd at Madam Tussaud’s Wax Museum. “Oh,” Alexander pointed to the screen, “they did find out.” Adrian whipped his head around to see the broadcast. “…and our hero once again appeared to the pleasure of the crowds at Madam Tussaud’s. As spectators walked by, they assumed the Roman soldier to be made of wax. When he came to life he startled many of his fans!” Adrian gaped in awe at the set. “This is video shot from someone who downloaded it onto the internet. Our hero is swarmed with his admirers, signing autographs and answering questions…” 167

G.A. Hauser “Alexander!” Adrian began chuckling. “Why is it you never cease to amaze me?” “…and the question on everyone’s mind is whether this brave man will continue his quest to save the citizens of London.” Adrian stared at Alexander’s profile. “And the answer to that question is no?” “Well, not in costume anyway.” Alexander smiled shyly. “So, that’s that then? All done? What shall we do with your helmet?” Alexander crossed the room, taking it out of the backpack. “We can still take it out and play with it, on occasion.” Meeting him where he was crouching, Adrian reached for it holding it out in his hand. “Poor Naked-RomanSoldier-Man, I knew him well.” “Corinthian,” Alexander corrected. “Yes. Of course.” Adrian studied the mask carefully. “I’m not so sure you can do it. I think you and he are one.” “No, I can, really.” “Let’s just set it here.” Adrian rested the metal helmet on the television. “You want him there? Staring at us?” “He’s been staring at us whilst we have sex, hasn’t he?” Adrian sat back down on the couch, raising his beer to his lips. “Uh…” Alexander dropped down next to him heavily. “So, now he’ll monitor our telly viewing.” Alexander shifted in his seat uneasily. “I was hoping to either put him away, out of sight, or give him back to the museum.” “Not yet. Let him stay a while.” “Why? What are you hoping to prove?” “Because. I want to be certain.” “You mean, if I’ll go back and do it again?” 168

Murphy’s Hero “Yes. Though I dread you going out there and putting yourself at risk, I just have a feeling you’ll miss him. And it will eat at you.” “You think? You really think I can’t give him up?” “I know you too well. He and you are attached. I know you’ll grow miserable without him.” “But you told me yourself it was a dangerous game. What am I supposed to do?” “We’ll let it go for now. Something will come up, I’m sure of it.” Alexander rested his head on Adrian’s shoulder. Adrian knew he was thinking about the possibilities, just as Adrian was. It was too good a story to pass up. Any gay editor worth his salt could tell you that.

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Chapter Fourteen James rushed into Adrian’s office, a cordless phone cupped in his hand. “He said he’d do it.” “Who said he’d do what?” Adrian spun his chair to face James. “Ian Sullivan.” “Yes?” Adrian waited. “He said he’d do a nude spread in our magazine if he can conceal his face with that, you know…” “Oh, no.” Adrian shook his head in disbelief. “Adrian! He wants the bleedin’ money!” “But they’ll all think it’s Alexander!” “Exactly! It’s a win, win. Ian gets to keep his identity a secret, and Alexander doesn’t have to pose nude, dying of embarrassment.” “Who do you have there on the line?” “Claire Epstein, Ian’s agent in New York.” “You rung her or she rung us?” “I rung her. Don’t worry, Adrian, we’re paying for the call.” “Tell her to hang on.” Adrian picked up his phone. James said sweetly, “Can you hold, Ms. Epstein?

 

Murphy’s Hero Thank you.” James nodded for Adrian to hurry. “He’ll never agree to this, James. I thought we discussed this.” “No. You told me Alexander wouldn’t pose nude. You didn’t say we couldn’t have another model pose in his helmet.” Adrian waved for him to be quiet. “Alexander, love?” “Hullo, Adrian.” “I know you’re at work.” “Aye.” “Can you talk a moment?” “Yes. Are you all right?” “Yes. I’m fine. I wanted to ask you a funny question, love.” Adrian peered up at James who was literally jumping up and down as if he had to go to the bathroom. “A funny question?” “Yes, Alexander. I wonder, would you mind if we borrowed the helmet for a photo shoot?” “No. I can bring it to your office. Why would you want to photograph a helmet?” “It’s going to be on another bloke. Do you mind?” There was a pause instead of a reply. “Alexander?” “Yes, Adrian?” “Uh, James knew you wouldn’t want to pose naked with the helmet on.” A choking sound followed. “So he’s found a model who will. This model, he’ll put on your helmet and pose nude. Is that all right?” “Will everyone think it’s me?” Adrian rubbed his face, knowing this wasn’t going over well. “Yes. They will, love.” Another pause followed. “Alexander? Should I tell James no?” James began stomping his feet. “Who has volunteered to be naked for me, Adrian?” “Ian Sullivan.” “Really? He doesn’t mind people seeing him naked?” 171

G.A. Hauser “They won’t know it’s him, love.” “Oh!” “So? No? You don’t want that to happen?” Adrian glared at James who was making rude gestures at him. “No, I don’t think it’s a bad idea, Adrian. I mean, it’s not me. So I can’t really be embarrassed about it.” “Yes, but you do realize people will think it’s you.” “But, Adrian, no one has seen my face. How will they know it’s me? I mean, other than the people I work with and you.” “You don’t mind?” Adrian gasped and James began pumping his fist into the air. “Ian Sullivan? Adrian, he’s an amazing model.” “Yes. Yes, he is. But you can’t tell anyone it’s him.” “Oh! Right. Yes. How funny!” “Are you certain about this, Alexander?” “Yes. It sounds quite fun. Yes. Can I watch the shoot?” “Of course you can, love.” Adrian nodded to James who screamed in pleasure as he cupped the phone, racing out to get the deal finalized. Once he had left, Adrian whispered, “You just made James’ day, Alexander. He’s the one making the arrangements with Ian’s agent.” “I’d be very excited to meet him. I see him on all the billboards in Piccadilly Circus.” “Yes, he’s very famous, Alexander. Perhaps you should be flattered.” “I am! You’re right, Adrian. I am. Very flattered.” “I’ll let you go, love.” “See you at mine or yours?” “Yours. I’ve something I need to discuss with you.” “A good thing?” “A very good thing.” Adrian smiled, hearing James shouting in joy outside his office. “Good. I look forward to it.” “See you tonight, baby.” “See you.” 172

Murphy’s Hero Adrian hung up, walking to his door to look out. James was still dancing around the office. “You are something else, James. No one else could pull this off.” “He’s coming! Ian Sullivan is coming here! Naked! Oh, can this get any better?” “You better keep schtook about it, love. If word gets out that it’s Ian in that spread, we’re done for.” James made a move to zipper his mouth. Shaking his head, Adrian returned to his desk, the excitement in him growing. That issue would sell out in one day. He had no doubt. Arriving before Alexander once again, Adrian unlocked the door and stepped inside the neat, but tiny, attached Victorian home. Loosening his shirt collar, Adrian was about to turn on the news when he heard the door. Smiling in delight, he waited as Alexander entered his sitting room. “Hullo, Adrian. It is good to come home to a warm body and a smiling face.” Alexander dropped his keys on the coffee table. “That’s exactly what I want to talk to you about.” Adrian crossed the room, embracing him and kissing his lips. “Yes? I’m listening.” Alexander wrapped his arms around him, rocking him gently. “Sit. Come to the sofa.” Once they were both relaxing on it, Adrian clasped Alexander’s hands on his lap and asked, “Live with me?” Alexander’s jaw dropped. “Come stay at my flat. Please. I want you with me.” “You mean? Come and live with you, in that fantastic penthouse? With the view of the Thames?” “Yes.” As Alexander looked around his tiny home, an 173

G.A. Hauser expression of sadness washed over his fine features. “You don’t want to leave this one?” Adrian asked. “Too attached?” “It was my first place. Is my first place on me own.” “You want to keep it, and still live with me?” “What point would it be to pay rent on it? No. That’s silly. I’d rather pay you the rent.” “No, Alexander. You don’t need to pay rent.” Adrian smiled sweetly. “I do. If I live with you, I pay my way.” “It’s paid for, love. No need.” Alexander gulped audibly. “That luxury flat you own is paid for?” “Yes. See? No need to pay rent to me.” “What about council taxes?” “Alexander,” Adrian chided. “Are you interested in moving in or not?” “Yes!” Alexander lunged at him, wrapping around him and pushing him back on the couch. Adrian lavished in the weight on top of him, trapping him helplessly underneath. “Good. This weekend? We’ll hire a mover and get you out?” “Yes! Oh, Adrian! I want to live with you. I can’t believe you asked me!” “Why can’t you believe it? I love you. I want you with me every day and night. No sense in having two places, is there?” “You sure? You’ve thought things through?” “Yes!” Adrian chuckled, savoring the heat coming from Alexander’s body. “Wow.” “Wow,” Adrian echoed. “Thank you, Adrian.” “No. Thank you, Alexander. You’re the light of my life.” “Don’t you mean the light of your loins?” Alexander rubbed their zippers together. 174

Murphy’s Hero Adrian roared with laughter. “Oh, I do adore you.” “Kiss me.” “With pleasure.” Adrian went for his mouth excitedly. As he kissed Alexander, feeling that tongue push into his mouth with assertion, Adrian thought about how Alexander had grown and his confidence had flourished. When a naughty hand slid down Adrian’s dress slacks, he blinked in surprise. Parting from their kiss, Adrian asked, “Not so shy any longer, Alexander?” “No. Not shy. Just randy!” “Come and get it, baby,” Adrian purred. Alexander sat back, pulling open Adrian’s pants. Smiling in pure delight, Adrian relaxed as Alexander’s mouth enveloped him. Moaning in bliss, Adrian dug his fingers through Alexander’s long luxurious head of hair, floating above the row of homes pleasantly, drifting to the clouds.

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Chapter Fifteen In the magazine’s studio in Covent Gardens, Adrian stood back behind the photographers as the fabulous Ian Sullivan posed nude, a Corinthian helmet concealing his identity. Ian’s long brown locks brushed his shoulders, against his well rounded deltoids and down his back. Peering at Alexander, who stood nearby, Adrian noticed his rapt expression, glued to the top model. James was shouting out orders for poses, much to the photographer’s annoyance. But James felt this was his pet project. Adrian knew how hard he worked, how much money it took to convince Ian to come back to the UK for that precious centerfold. In the background a brooding American actor/model stood, arms crossed as if anyone getting a free peek at his lover’s anatomy annoyed him. Adrian shook his head indifferently. He never did understand the Hollywood type. “Adrian?” “Yes, love?” Adrian closed the gap between him and Alexander. “He’s a very good looking man, Adrian. Why would

 

Murphy’s Hero anyone believe he’s me?” Blinking in disbelief, Adrian kept his voice down when he replied, “You look as good as him, you silly man!” “No! Adrian, don’t be daft. And I’m not silly.” “Shh!” James hissed at the noise. Adrian’s attention was brought back to Ian Sullivan. Holding a shield and sword, nekkid as the day he was born, the sight was inspiring, to say the least. “Wow,” Alexander whispered. “You think I look that good?” “Yes!” Adrian had to bite his lip not to scream at him. “The two of you are almost identical in height, weight, hair color, eye color—” “Shh!” “James, I’m about to get violent,” Adrian warned, “Stop shushing me.” “No need to get your knickers in a twist, Adrian,” James snorted back. Inhaling to calm down, Adrian was about to convince Alexander he was indeed every bit as pretty as the supermodel, when he noticed Alexander had walked away. “I know you.” Alexander pointed to the American who had stayed quiet in the background. “You played Hephaestion in that Alexander the Great movie directed by Oscar Pullman. Uh, what’s your name again?” “Scott Epstein.” “Yes! Scott Epstein! I loved that movie. You were great.” “Thanks. You are?” “Oh, sorry. I’m Alexander Parker.” Alexander reached out to shake his hand. “Is Ian your lover?” “Yes. Why?” “Nothing. That’s my lover, over there.” Alexander 177

G.A. Hauser pointed to Adrian. “Oh.” Scott went back to watching Ian pose. “You mind Ian Sullivan appearing naked in Adrian’s gay magazine?” “No one will know it’s him. Why should I mind?” “I love your accent!” Alexander laughed. “Mine? What are you, nuts?” “No. It’s cool. You’re the first real American I’ve met. I mean in person.” “Oh.” “Alexander?” “Yes, Adrian?” “They’re done with the photo session.” “Oh. Okay. Can I meet Ian? I mean, up close?” “I don’t see why not.” Adrian grabbed Alexander’s hand and led him to Mr. Sullivan who was wrapping himself up in a robe after the helmet was removed from his head. “Hullo, mate.” Ian smiled at Alexander, extending his hand. “So? You’re the hero who’s too shy to show his trouser snake in public?” “Aye,” Alexander replied bashfully, “and you’re the model who’s too shy to show his face with his naked body?” “Oh! Touché.” Ian giggled playfully. “I don’t know what you have to hide. You’re a nice looking bloke.” “Ditto.” Alexander sighed. Adrian instantly grabbed Alexander’s arm as Scott seemed to be doing the same to Ian. “All right, time to go.” Adrian chided jealously. “Nice to meet you, Ian.” Alexander waved at him. “The pleasure was all mine, Mr. Parker!” Ian winked at him as his American lover nudged him away. “You trying to wind me up?” Adrian hissed. “No, Adrian. Why would I do that?” “No reason. Come on, let’s get some dinner.” Alexander nodded in agreement, catching a last 178

Murphy’s Hero glimpse of Ian’s eyes as he vanished into the dressing room. “You think I look that good?” “I never should have said anything.” Adrian shook his head, escorting Alexander out of the studio and down to the street level. “My helmet!” Alexander pointed over his shoulder to the office. “I’ll bring it home tomorrow. Don’t worry. It’ll be safe.” “When is that issue coming out, Adrian. I’m dying to have a copy.” “Next month. You’re our Mr. June.” “Oh. Nice. That will be interesting to see.” “You wouldn’t go with another man, Alexander, would you?” “Another man? No. Why would I do that? I have you, Adrian.” Alexander looked to their destination down the street. “Never mind. What are you hungry for? “Sex.” Blinking in surprise, Adrian replied, “My have you come a long way from the shy little boy I first met.” “Have I? I suppose I have.” As Adrian was about to cross a busy street, Alexander grabbed him, yanking him back from a speeding car. “Adrian!” Catching his startled breath, Adrian paused, his hand on his chest. “Thanks, love. I wasn’t paying attention.” “No, you weren’t! You know how close you came to being hit by that motor car?” “You saved me!” Adrian began laughing. “My hero!” As Adrian jumped up and wrapped around him, several people who had seen the act paused to clap and whistle. “You’re hugging me in public, Adrian,” Alexander whispered, seeing everyone staring. “But you saved my life!” 179

G.A. Hauser Looking into Adrian’s brilliant blue eyes, Alexander melted. “Oh, go on. Give us a kiss.” The shock on Adrian’s face was obvious. Without a second thought, Adrian grabbed Alexander’s head and planted a kiss worth remembering on his lips. A roar went up from the crowd around them, clapping and hooting. As Alexander parted from that hot mouth, he smiled sweetly. Adrian sighed in adoration, “You are my hero, Alexander.” “I always will be.” Holding his hand, Alexander continued their walk down the pavement, waving at the people who stared at them. “Are you him?” A woman asked. “Are you the man in the mask?” Pausing, Alexander replied, “I’m him. And I don’t need a mask to hide me any longer.” The woman shouted, “It’s him! He’s our hero!” Adrian beamed at him. “Oh, my love. You have come such a long way.” “And we have a long way to go, Adrian. You and me.” Strolling side by side, they headed out of sight, like two heroes walking out into the sunset, except these two heroes were holding hands.

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ACTING NAUGHTY Keith O’Leary has been trying to break into acting for ages. When he is offered a part in the newest cable television drama he realizes it could be the chance of a lifetime. Only it means playing a gay man and Keith, live-in girlfriend and all, is definitely straight. Or so he thought, until sexy Carl Bronson kisses him on camera. Carl Bronson, the consummate professional, never thought he’d fall for a co-star, but he has, and hard, for Keith. To Carl’s amazement the feeling is mutual, and soon the sparks start to fly both on screen and off. Things are perfect until someone threatens to expose them as real lovers, placing their future in the acting business in jeopardy. Will they follow the advice of Keith’s agent Adam Lewis, and deny, deny, deny their true feelings to the tabloids? Or take the chance and expose themselves, their love and possibly risk their careers? Sometimes the hardest role for an actor is real life.  

 

Prologue “Adam, Keith O’Leary is on line one.” “Thanks, Natalie.” Adam sat down at his desk and picked up the phone. “Keith?” “Hey, Adam.” “Have you read the script?” “I have.” Adam detected some hesitation in his voice. “Look, Keith, I know it’s not what you were initially after. But before you turn it down, let me tell you how many other roles I’ve tried to hook you up with without success. Don’t reject it outright until you’ve thought long and hard about it.” “Adam…I understand that and I do appreciate it.” “But?” Adam tried not to grow angry. “I have to touch another guy.” “I know. Forget it, all right?” Adam rubbed his forehead hating the fact that he had been sending out Keith’s headshots and credentials for three months and no one was offering him a thing. “Don’t get angry with me, Adam.” “I am. Let me tell you why, Keith.” Adam sat up in his

 

G.A. Hauser chair and forced himself to speak calmly. “Forever Young is the hottest new drama on cable television at the moment. Okay? People would kill to get an audition, let alone an offer for a steady paycheck. Once you are in as a main character, you’re set for years. Are you listening to me?” “Yes.” “I haven’t been totally honest with you because before this offer I didn’t want to crush you, but I have to tell you, Keith, because of your…” Adam wanted to say it gently, but decided to just be blunt, “…your pretty looks,” Adam heard his groan. “No one wants you. Okay?” “Pretty?” “Yes. I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news, Keith.” Adam laughed at the irony of the conversation. “But, you’re fucking pretty. Okay?” “What should I do? Shave my head and grow a beard?” “Oh, hell no. You’d never get work at all.” Adam straightened his back and stared down at the paperwork on his desk. “Please, don’t reject it based solely because you have to have contact with another male actor. And that’s why they call it acting, Keith. Remember?” “I just don’t know if I can do it.” “Fine. I’ll tell them you’ve declined the offer. Just don’t whine when nothing comes in for you for another six months. It’s not because I’m not trying.” “Hang on. Don’t call them just yet.” Exhaling in annoyance, Adam had too many other phone calls to make to get bogged down with this kind of indecision. “I have to call them, Keith. If I don’t, they’ll offer it to someone else.” “Go over the figures again. How much?” Wishing he had sent a gay man to do the job, Adam cupped the phone to shout, “Natalie!” “Yes, boss?” “Can you find the offer for Keith O’Leary for the role of Dennis Jason in Forever Young?” “Yes. One sec.” 2

Acting Naughty Adam listened to the other end of the phone line. “You still there?” “I am. I want to discuss it with my girlfriend a little. I mean, this may weird her out as well.” “Why? Jesus, Keith, you’re not expected to screw the guy. You know these dramas, if two men kiss it’s monumental late night news.” Natalie rushed in with a folder. “Thanks, Nat.” Adam took it and pulled the paperwork out of the envelope. “Right. Ready?” “Shoot.” Adam read the terms of the contract including the salary. Once he had he pushed the papers aside, he reclined in his leather chair. “I need to call them sometime today.” “I’ll get back to you in an hour.” “Thank you, Keith.” “No, thank you, Adam.” Adam hung up and grumbled, “You better take it, baby, there ain’t much out there for you.” Natalie stood at his office door. “Is he passing it up?” Slipping the paperwork into its folder, Adam replied, “He’s afraid to kiss a man. Believe it?” Smiling wryly, Natalie approached him to retrieve the folder. “You should invite him over for dinner with you and Jack. Oh, and Steve and Mark.” Adam gave her an impish grin. “That would either convert him or scare the nuts off him.” Natalie left his office, giggling as she went, to sit back at her desk. Adam kept his smile as he looked at a photo of he and Jack he had propped up on his desk. “What did he say, Keith?” Dropping down on the sofa beside her with the pad he had scribbled figures on, Keith showed her the numbers. “That much?” 3

G.A. Hauser “Yes.” “Do it!” Keith rubbed his face with both hands, leaning over his lap as he considered his options. Patty curled around him to support him. “Keith, I’m struggling to pay my half of the rent waitressing and you’re living off your savings. It’s not good.” “I know.” “We both have been dying to get into acting. That soap is awesome. It’s the hottest show on cable at the moment.” “I know,” he echoed, moaning. “You’d be insane not to take it! Look!” She held the pad with the amount of his salary on it as if he hadn’t been the one to write it. Flopping back to slouch on the couch, Keith connected Patty’s worried eyes. “Fine. I’ll take it.” She wrapped around his neck and kissed his cheek. “Hollywood here you come!” Adam arrived home seeing Jack’s Jaguar parked out front. Taking off his tie as he entered the house, hearing loud rock music, he peered into their home gym to find his blond hunk pumping iron. “Hello, handsome!” “Hey, cutie.” “I’ll be there as soon as I change.” “Can’t wait,” Jack replied, pressing an enormous amount of weight over his head while he lay back on a bench. Ascending the stairs to their bedroom, Adam quickly shed his suit and dressed in a pair of gym shorts and a running top. Carrying his sneakers, he jogged back to the gym and sat down on a bench to tie his laces. “How was work?” Jack shouted over the loud music. “Good. Remind me to tell you something.” “Oh?” “Yes.” Adam gave Jack a smile. 4

Acting Naughty After Jack set the weights down on their mounts, he sat up, crossed the room to lower the music. “Now what?” “No. Nothing like what you’re thinking. I know how your mind works, Larsen. I’m not in trouble.” “Good.” Jack approached. “Don’t I get a kiss hello?” “Oh. I’ve been remiss! Get over here, stud.” Adam jumped off the bench and onto Jack, wrapping his legs around his hips. Moaning softly at the taste of Jack’s mouth, Adam enjoyed a good wet tongue kiss before he paused to stare into Jack’s aquamarine eyes. “If we keep this up, we’ll screw instead of working out.” Jack set him back on his feet gently. “What happened at work?” As Adam stood on the treadmill, feeding it his info, he replied, “You know that incredible new cable television series, Forever Young?” “I do.” Jack began adding more weights to his already loaded bar. “I sent a young pretty blue-eyed blond there for an audition for a new character. They loved him. Instantly made an offer.” “And?” Jack lay back down on the bench, adjusting his leather fingerless gloves. “The guy is twenty-six and hasn’t done anything but a few crappy commercials. But…he’s damn gorgeous.” “And?” Jack asked with more emphasis. “He’s straight and the roll is for him to play a gay partner to one of the regulars.” “Which regular?” “If I tell you, it’ll be a spoiler.” “Adam…” Jack chided. “For Troy Wright. The character that plays the son of Sylvia and Marty. The actor’s name is Carl Bronson.” “He’s going to be gay?” Jack laughed. “I love that show.” “I know. He’s fricken hot. Do you believe this client, Keith, almost turned it down because he has to touch the 5

G.A. Hauser guy?” “I’d touch him.” “Oi! You will not.” “I’m teasing. So? Is he taking the part?” “He is. He called me right before I left the office.” Adam began a slow jog to warm up. “Jack, he’d be nuts not to. The money is phenomenal, and if his character melds well with the existing cast, he could have a job for years.” “He wouldn’t be the first straight man to play a gay role. What’s the big deal? Gay guys play straight roles all the time.” “Shh, that’s a secret.” Adam winked.

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About the Author: Award-winning author G.A. Hauser was born in Fair Lawn, New Jersey, USA, and attended university in New York City. She moved to Seattle, Washington where she worked as a patrol officer with the Seattle Police Department. In early 2000 G.A. moved to Hertfordshire, England, where she began her writing in earnest and published her first book, In the Shadow of Alexander. Now a full-time writer in Ohio, G.A. has written dozens of novels, including several best-sellers of gay fiction. For more information on other books by G.A., visit the author at her official website at: www.authorga.com.

Also by G.A. Hauser: The Vampire and the Man -eater Exposure L eather Boys (Men in Motion Book Four) Driving Hard (Men in Motion Book Three) Cruising (Men in Motion Book Two) Mile High (Men in Motion Book One) The Boy Next Door When Adam Me t Jack To Have and to Hostage Giving Up the Ghost Capital Games Secre ts and Misdemeanors Naked Dragon L ove you, L oveday The Kiss For L ove and Money A Question of Sex

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