An Uncommon Betrothal: Chapter Sixteen

The boys take the train down to Brighton.

Johannes T. Evans


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Alexos Fox is of course quite sad when the long-time butler of his household, the man who all but raised him, retires. He is not at all prepared for the old man’s replacement: his exceedingly attractive and painfully tempting nephew, Harry Sutton.

Alexos, overcome with feelings that are simply too much to repress, tries his best to avoid him, but it seems that Mr Sutton has more than his employment on his mind as he attends his new employer with keen and concentrated focus.

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Alexos dozed on the train. He didn’t often travel by train, but then again, he didn’t often travel at all — certainly, when he did travel, it was either with his mother and father, or entirely alone.

He wasn’t accustomed to sharing a booth with a fellow passenger, least of all, several — when travelling with Brydon, he normally stayed alone in the carriage and read, edited through his own notes, whilst Brydon found someone more interesting to chat to in another of the carriages.

With the four of them in here, it was just a little bit cramped — when getting onto the train, Larry had made a fuss of wanting him to be nearest the door, so that he could have more leg room, but Alexos had taken one look at Larry’s already distractible air and fidgeting fingers and knew that he’d be up and down the whole journey, and had little faith that he’d be able to consistently hop over Alexos’ extended legs without jarring or knocking them.

Alexos sat nearest the window, Sutton sitting on the bench to his left, Riggs across from him; Larry took the other opposite bench, and four or five times over the course of the few hours down to Brighton, he got up to stretch his legs, or repeatedly go to the bathroom, or chat to other people.

Harry Sutton had big, broad shoulders, and he was a fat, barrel-chested man packed with meat, muscle, and fat — were he alone in a carriage, Alexos…



Johannes T. Evans

Gay trans man writing fantasy fiction, romance, and erotica. Big on LGBTQ and disability themes, plus occasional essays and analysis. He/him.