Mark Arbour
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You raise a good issue here. JP pointed out that Will has been largely surrounded by straight-acting gay men, and that Stef is his only other model for a non-masculine type. That Will has largely mirrored the rest of them and not Stef has to be a blow to his ego, even if he can't internalize it. I think it fuels his insecurities. So when he presses Will about it, I think what he's really looking for is validation from Will that he loves Stef and admires him.
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February 7, 2004 In the air over Pennsylvania Will I woke up in my cabin on Stef’s plane and yawned, then got up and stretched. We’d left super-early, so rather than being all pissed off about it, I’d made up for it by sleeping on the flight. Two things had woken me up: my alarm, which I’d set to go off when we were supposed to be getting close to New York; and my stomach, because I was hungry. I brushed my teeth, dicked a
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Thanks for asking…I’m doing well!
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May 9, 1801 Stroganov Palace St. Petersburg, Russia “We must go to this place and release Chartley at once,” Granger said emphatically. It was inconceivable that Chartley, whom Granger had last seen in Calcutta and whom he had presumed was dead, would suddenly materialize in a Russian prison in St. Petersburg. The horrors of what he must have gone through filled Granger with fear for his safety. “We must first discuss this,” Pavel said firmly and calmly. “In
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February 3, 2004 Escorial, CA Will The gates to Escorial, the palace we called home, opened automatically, allowing us to breeze past the fencing that kept people out and gave us the privacy we craved. I’d moved up here when I was 14, but it had been a part of my life since I was born. While its Mission Revival/Spanish architecture made it seem as if it were a cousin of Hearst’s San Simeon, and it was that old, inside and al
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How very perceptive. 😃
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I suspect he’ll labor over that when he gets home, or on the way.
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May 8, 1801 The Winter Palace St. Petersburg, Russia Tsar Alexander was not the showman some monarchs were, and preferred intimate family dinners to large affairs embracing the whole court, but on occasion such ceremonies were necessary, and tonight was just such a night. Granger admired the way the palace had been transformed into a festive place for the event, with decorations accentuating the beauty of the rooms, and footmen there to offer drinks promptly, as one wo
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Merci! I’m sorry I don’t have a new chapter to post to celebrate.
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February 3, 2004 Sydney, Australia Will We were lying on our sides, with Connie spooned up behind me. The lights from the city wafted through the window, not enough to disturb me, but just enough that I could see his beautiful skin contrasted with mine. I felt so safe and so loved with his strong arms enveloping me, and the heat of his body enhanced that feeling of security. “Mmm,” he purred, his lips against my neck, the v
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There you go.
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Will is the person I strive to be. I’m more like Brad, unfortunately
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Thank you all for your comments. You make me smile, and motivate me.
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April 2, 1801 The Winter Palace St. Petersburg, Russia “You gentlemen may take that copy of The Times and peruse it,” Alexander declared. “Later this evening, Lord Daventry can meet with Count Panin to provide his evaluation, and Lord Granger can meet with me. You can return the paper to Count Panin then.” Panin did not look happy about that at all, probably because he was hoping that by watching them read the paper and the news
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March 26, 1801 The Winter Palace St. Petersburg, Russia Granger slid off the Tsar’s big cock and allowed himself to collapse on the bed next to this man who was proving to be a most excellent lover. They lay there, panting from their exertions for a few minutes, just enjoying the afterglow. Granger felt the Tsar tense up, so Granger moved over onto his side so he could smile at him, a gesture which the Tsar returned weakly. “You do not seem happy. You did not enjoy
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I think that Will's internal defenses, such that he can't fall in love quickly, is actually a mark of maturity. Of someone who understands the difference between love and infatuation, and someone who knows how painful a all-in short term relationship can be. I'm thinking back to when he was with Tony and Berto, and how he jumped in with both feet and got burned...you learn from shit like that. I think Will has a pretty good read on his situation. He's 17, about to go to college, and enjoying an interlude of travel That's a bad recipe for starting any kind of intense relationship. He's starting to do better with his temper.
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February 2, 2004 Sydney, Australia Will When Stef and I had gotten back to the hotel, I’d gone down to the gym and worked out, then transitioned to the spa where I got a facial. After that, I lounged around in the sauna and steam room. I was pampering myself, or so I rationalized, when in reality I was just killing time until I was sure that Grand, Stef, and Tom were gone. That way I didn’t have to listen to them try to convince me to go to dinner with them, throwing
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March 26, 1801 The Winter Palace St. Petersburg, Russia As Granger got out of the vozok, he noted that while the temperatures were still frigid by British standards, the weather was not as cold as it had been. Not only that, but Granger was arriving at 5:00 in the evening, and it was still light outside. Spring was due to make its debut, and when that happened, the Royal Navy would begin its assault on the Danish fleet. Granger had not gotten any indication that the
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When you’re 17, what else is more important than sex? 😀
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I just want you all to know that your comments keep me going! You guys crack me up and/or you make me smile. Thanks.
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February 1, 2004 The Great Barrier Reef, Australia Will I woke up alone in my bed and sighed. It had been two days since Connie went back to Sydney, and while I had been calm and mellow when he said goodbye, now that he was gone, I really missed him. I knew he felt the same way, since I got a bunch of texts and emails from him. I sighed, stretched out, then threw on some sweatpants and a T-shirt, deciding that was good enough attire for breakfast. Based on the look
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March 23, 1801 St. Michael’s Castle St. Petersburg, Russia As soon as the Tsarevich left, Jacobs locked the door and joined Granger and Winkler in front of the fire. “I wasn’t expecting that, my lord,” Jacobs said. “Until this day, I had not had an experience where a member of a Royal or Imperial family asked me to hide them in their palace,” Granger mused. “Life with you, my lord, is always one big adventure,” Winkler observed drily. “I try to ke
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I made myself laugh with that one...one of those times it was funny to me but probably no one else.
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January 27, 2004 Hayman Island, Australia Will “That rocked!” I said enthusiastically as I hopped off the Jet Ski. Someone from the resort was there to take them from us, letting me, Connie, and Tom simply walk up the beach to our room. While the hotel was nice, it was the top-notch service that made this place incredible. “Thank you so much!” Tom said. “You’re welcome,” I said. He had such an easygoing nature when he wasn’t working. When he was work
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March 23, 1801 St. Michael’s Castle St. Petersburg, Russia The only nice thing about residing in the Tsar’s palace was Granger’s room, which was large and ornate. It even had an anteroom which proved to be the perfect place for Jacobs and Winkler to lodge. Granger got up and strolled over to windows, where he could see Stroganov Palace in the distance. He stared longingly at that place where he’d found happiness. He refocused his attention back on the interior of hi
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