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He walked along the Embankment watching the boats pass on the Themes.
He loved London and especially in the autumn, when Westminster Bridge wasn't crawling with tourist, having to swerve to avoid bumping into them, how rude they were not to move as you would walk in a straight line.
The usual talents still worked. A mime artist would walk and act when and a small child ran to him and put some money in his pot.
She giggled as he gave her a flower, smiling sweetly as he entertained her, the mother watching from a far with her camera at hand.
Marcus stood and observed for a while then strolled away feeling the cool breeze on his face, pulling his jacket close around him.
He doesn't look around much or care who was around him, something that he as become accustomed with here in this city, not drawing attention to himself.
But do ever get that moment that everywhere you go the same person or persons end up in the same places you are?
Like a supermarket or when you travel, that annoying family or couple that get in your way and bugs the shit out of you when you turn the corner; and guess what? They are there again. Coincidence or was he stalking him?
This man he sensed was here again as he arrived at Victoria tower Gardens.
Shaking off this feeling he leaned over the ancient wall to see the open water again, taking a breath and feeling free and tranquil.
Turning his head towards the huge building, a tall man stood facing away from him.
Hair was dark, gelled back that seemed to be a spiked quiff for a fringe; black jeans, Leather jacket.
Marcus just shook his head and walked on, admiring this wonderful city of his old hometown. He moved feeling this strange presents that followed him; then nothing as he took the Piccadilly line to another destination.
Who ever he was; he wasn't keen on getting on the same tube as him; as he looked around the crowded hustled station, only heads of other people not reaching his description was seen.
"Silly sod" He smiled to himself, posting the card through the slot to open the gates.
Green Park, lovely place to walk and take in more of the nature side of London, the trees lined in pathway formation,
The golden path of leaves crunched under his feet.
The sun hazing through the branches as he walked, hands in pockets along the way.
It was pretty quiet here, a courting couple would pass, bodies lying on the ground on cloud watching stillness but that was all.
He sat on the bench; fondling his pocket for his cigarettes, lighting one, and sighing as he only realize he had not had one in at least over an hour ago. It was so serine here, watching the clouds roll by, the odd runner, dog walkers came passed within five minutes or so.
Moving on he was taken by surprise, a strange formed tree stood out; a squirrel nearby minding its own business, eating what it found.
He crept closer, not wanting to disturb it; mind you the squirrels here were used to human contact and were actually quite tame.
They like to feed from hands of the public.
Moving closer, the squirrel stopped what it was doing then bounded up the tree.
Marcus chuckled; maybe this one was a little timid.
He took a moment to lean against it, it was a great time he had today visiting places he hadn't done since a child, or even never took the time to at all!
He drifted into deep thought gazing a head.
Suddenly he was aware that there was someone not to far away. As he looked to his right another man was standing there, one hand clasping around the thick branch; left knee bent casually maybe provocatively? Looking forward, and then turning his head to greet the eyes of Marcus, as they watched him.
"Sorry didn't mean to startle you," He said as he visibly
Seeing a change a change in is expression.
"No it's ok," He smiled friendly but still vigilante.
"Beautiful here isn't it," The other man spoke calming and smoothly.
"Yes it is." Marcus fought the urge to ask the cliché question of coming here often, so remained quite, and a little awkward.
Just letting his back lean on the thick part of the tree, with his hands in his pockets, now gazing back over the park, not actually sure if the wanted company right now, but another part of him saying that he had been alone for some time and maybe some human companionship wasn't such a bad thing.
There was a long silence before the dark man spoke.
"Fancy some company? I don't know about you but I haven't spoken to another soul since breakfast."
"Me neither," he confessed.
The other man chuckled a little.
"A pair of lonely wonderers in this world"
Turning his head and frowned, with such a strange thing to come out with, the man then met his eyes again.
"Figure of speech," He shrugged hoping he hadn't offended him.
"I think I know what you mean." He looked back to the sky.
"One of life's philosophers, stepping back into the surroundings, camouflaged and watches how the world turns."
"Checkmate," The stranger said in surprise.
"Oh come on I'm not that complex you know! Quite simple really"
Marcus sensed he was on the same page with this man although maybe the outlook a little different perhaps deeper than his, as this man was some what logical?
"Really," Quirking one eyebrow he walked closer to him.
He now was faced by the amazingly handsome features of this strange man; he felt was following him.
He placed both hand beside his head, each clasping different branches, leaning in a little too close for Marcus's comfort.
He felt his breath hitch as he caught the scent of the stranger waft under his nose. It was heavenly.
These pale piercing eyes examined ever inch of his face.
He licked his lips nervously as the eyes now stopped there, studying the contours of them.
The rise on fall of his chest paced faster as he felt the invisible spark of his aura hit him.
Anticipation! Fear, desire, molded into one as his eyes closed, the soft touch of his lips against his folded into a soft kiss.
He was overcome as this complete stranger, with no reason or with error, made out with him under this leaning tree.
How could he be so bold as to do such thing?
Assume that he was even attracted to him?
But in truth, letting his lips cloak his, in such a soft gentle way excited him.
He didn't fight him off or even question his actions, just let his own lips submit, the question beyond that had not even taking place – what next?
It was nice too nice!
His long fingers then progressed to his cheek, smoothing the tip over his soft skin, making Marcus shudder.
The other cupped his nape, caressing the short stubbly hairs there.
He now let a whimper escape, feeling the fingers trace up to comb through his thick waves.
Leather clad erection threatening as it began to strain though his trousers.
Fuck this was the hottest thing that has ever happened to him!
His hand that once touched his cheek now made its way down; over his neck, thumb smoothing over his Adams apple, over his chest covered in a comfortable yet suitable sweat top for his outing.
The hand then folded around his waist, under his jacket, the heat radiating his fingers as he grabbed and pulled the man closer to his body.
Marcus grunted as the weight of his body pressed his.
Their lips never parted, as he then felt something hard; denim, rub over his own aching mound, gasping as the rock hard pressure stroked his.
His eyes shot open to come back to reality, seeing people walking not too far from here. He broke the kiss.
"We can't do this here," He breathed.
