I never touched him. Wouldn’t dream of wasting my time on something so green and ignorant. Ask anyone in this pitlane and they will tell you the same. Never settle for second best when you can taste the best that my lifestyle affords and that sentiment extends to my choice of lovers and one-night stands as much as to my eye for expensive clothing and lavish cars.

No, I’m too busy in picking out the very best that the paddock has to offer: from the jail-bait groupies all wide-eyed, star-crazy and so very willing, to the scores of richer class women who hide behind their designer shades and strut around, flaunting tanned legs and perfect figures. And then there are the many delights hidden amongst my rivals. All more beautiful and challenging than him. The young hotshots, eager to please and make an impression, and those older who know the score and whose talents extend far beyond their day jobs and into more delectable avenues of pleasure.

He fits into none of those categories.

That’s not to say I don’t appreciate the naïve creatures that cross my way, but innocence is only attractive when you get to defile it, when it wants to be exploited and corrupted and that is when it tastes its sweetest. Oh, I’ve had my fair share of the inexperienced youth that crosses my path, from those eager to experience what I have to offer to those more reluctant lovers, whose slow and careful seduction can be gratifying above anything else. The insecurity, the uncertainly, the eventual surrender. It’s a precious game, I would be loathed to give it up when the rewards are so great.

But he, everyone will say that he is beyond all of that. Androgynous on the verge of monastic, at first those predators would beat at his door to break down that ignorance and expose him to a thousand and one delights. But not even the most persistent and patient will try forever, and they gave up when it became clear that he was no sport for their fun and games. Harmless to the point of uninteresting, not the choice of prey that someone of my disposition would choose. Even if he wanted what I could provide, I find myself straining to find any interest in his form and grace to merit a planned conquest.

He would probably be an interesting trophy to acquire, no doubt, when no other can manage it. Yet, my self-confidence doesn’t need the likes of that to boost itself.  And when there are so many others to captivate me, I cannot see the point in even glancing a look over to his direction. Pleasing to the eye, maybe, but appearances are not everything, are they.

The paddock, if not the world, knows that I never touched him, never will touch him. Not worthy of my consideration and certainly not to my type.

And they are right, of course. I would never lie in his bed and watch him sleep, fingers gently brushing circles on the warm still skin pressed against my body after another night of intense love-making. And I would never be feeling an enormous sense of devotion and affection for the sleeping figure in my arms because the world knows that I’m a fuck-them-and-leave-them kinda guy.

And I certainly wouldn’t lean over and kiss slightly parted lips, a sly smile forming when my kiss is returned sleepily by my lover.

“Mm, go to sleep, Eddie,” A half chuckle berates me for waking him from his slumber and I grin more wickedly, placing a deeper kiss laced with intent on a mouth that offers no resistance.

Yes, appearances can be so deceptive.

But how sweet deception can be. And I have no intention of sleeping tonight.

~The End.