First Page: Unpublished manuscript – M/M, Historical Romance
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The city was dark around Edward, and he was grateful for it. What he was doing called for darkness, because the consequences he would have to face if he was caught could go from being shunned from his family if he was lucky, to life imprisonment if he wasn’t.
He had tried to stop, but he couldn’t. He had tried to change, to go with women, but his body rebelled against his will. He didn’t know what he would do once he arrived in New York, because the reason his father was sending him there was to marry the daughter of a wealthy industrial magnate. Edward was the third son, therefor not that useful to his father and their family, except to create alliances. His being away from London wouldn’t be a problem.
Edward didn’t like women, though, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to produce an heir to his future’s wife family, even if it was what his father expected from him. His body just refused to work when he was faced with a soft body, with a curved waist and breasts. Edward wanted hard planes and muscles, bulging biceps and strong thighs, which was why he was lurking in a night-darkened London at the moment.
The type of men Edward liked wasn’t easy to find in the streets, though. Most of the men prostitutes he had found were fairies, often dressed as women, and it wasn’t what Edward wanted. He wanted to be the fairy one of the two. It had taken him a long time to accept, but he had.
If he had been home, finding a companion wouldn’t have been a problem. Edward had a few friends who indulged in the same type of relationships he preferred, and it usually was with them that he quelled his body’s needs. He knew they could be trusted, that they wouldn’t talk. He couldn’t afford to be found out as a fairy, not if he wanted to keep on being a member of his family, and his friends had the same need for secrecy.
But he was in London, for one last night. The next day, he would embark on the RMS Titanic and cross the ocean to New York, and there he would get married.
He hadn’t even tried to go against his father, not seriously at least. Edward had never been allowed to take his own decisions, and even when he had tried to tell his father he would have preferred to stay home, all he had received had been a disapproving glance. Edward had tried to please the man for most of his life, but he had never succeeded, not like his two older brothers had. Accepting to be married off was only his last attempt to do just that.
He knew he had one last chance to indulge in what he really wanted and needed, and luckily for him, he knew exactly where he would find it. One of his friends had recommended an underground pub in Heddon Street that catered to the wealthy and the aristocracy. There Edward would hopefully find what he was looking for. He didn’t know when he would again have a chance at sex with a man, and he intended to make the most out of it tonight.