'Klaus loves Jonathan
and he'd be lost without him. They really
feed off each other and they are totally fond of each
other and share
the same feelings of triumph about the work they do.'
- Stuart Milligan
from "The World of Jonathan Creek".
The evening had actually started with lunch around one at The Vault, situated at the bottom of Leicester Square. After that they'd moved to The Moon Under Water, the Wetherspoons pub half-way up the square then on to the Zoo Bar for cocktails through Happy Hour. Somewhere between the pub and the cocktail bar most of the gang dispersed, but Adam and Jonathan had been doing this annually for more years than either of them could remember and for them the night was still young.
From the Zoo bar it was out into Soho. A strange Australian theme pub followed by a couple of hours in Adam's favourite strip joint. Usually at this point they would pick up two women, both of who would spend the rest of the night with them and both of who would invariably end up in bed with Adam. But tonight, for whatever reason, they left the strip club alone.
Next stop was a fantastic Japanese restaurant that Adam sprang for, where they sat eating their way through a large and varied selection from the menu and several bottles of the restaurant's best champagne. On from there to an all-night jazz club where they sat at the bar and raced one another down lines of tequila shots and flavoured vodkas.
It was five thirty when Adam
called his chauffeur and they were
whisked off to his luxury suburb mansion, 'Maskelyne
Manor', in total
comfort with a chilled bottle of Dom Perignon to end a
As the sun rose outside the thick curtains, Adam and
together onto the large, deep sofa in the extravagant
Closing his eyes, Adam leaned back into the white velour, head dropping against the corner of the sofa. He was sure that if he thought hard enough, he might just be able to remember who he was. Jonathan came to rest against him, his eyes also closing against the dim light in the room. Shifting to get himself comfortable, he lifted Adam's arm out of the way and draped it over his own shoulder in a gesture of trust and sheer alcoholic daze.
"That clock's too loud,"
Despite a headache that threatened to split his brain in half at any minute, Adam's mind instantly conceived a devilish plan the moment he walked into the auditorium and spotted his consultant lying on his back at the edge of the stage. Utilising the familiar props of one silk handkerchief and one glass of day-old water, Adam held the dripping cloth over Jonathan's face.
Jonathan lifted his head and
hands at the same time, swatting at the
source of the water while reaching to steady his
pounding head. He
dropped back to the stage gently, screwing his eyes
When he next opened his
eyes, Adam was staring up the very short
skirt of one of his assistants.
Jonathan turned over,
supporting himself on his elbows. He watched
Gayle saunter out towards the dressing rooms. "How do
you cope with
it?" he asked sarcastically.
Both men were saved from any
further discussion when they were
blinded by the stage manager switching on every stage
and house light.
Jonathan swore he'd seen this routine more often than he'd seen Adam with a different girl on his arm. The Water Tank illusion was among the oldest of all the big stage illusions and also among the most risky. During each and every rehearsal they ran through this one trick simply to keep in practice, to make sure it always ran smoothly.
And so it was, that night that Jonathan was standing at the side of the stage watching the routine yet again and running it along in his mind at the same time. Four assistants tied the knots in the ropes around Adam's ankles and wrists and two members of the audience checked they were real. Four strong-arm men lifted Adam and dropped him carefully into the tank. A couple of minutes of thrashing around for good measure and then he went still for the mirror and dummy to drop into place.... Only tonight he didn't go still....
Another five seconds passed. And then Jonathan grabbed the fire axe kept just to the side of the stage curtains and ran on, swinging the axe in a short arc that brought the sharp, heavy blade down hard against the front wall of the tank. The glass shattered, thick shards mixing with water as the cold liquid cascaded out of the tank. The worst the front row of the audience got was wet feet - the tank had been placed and designed so that in this eventuality it could be smashed open without threat to anyone.
Anyone, that was, except the man inside, and the one who broke the glass in the first place.
Jonathan knelt in the deadly
puddle on the stage, tearing the hood
and blindfold from Adam's head. On the other side of the
form, one of the St. John's ambulance crew, David, was
and Jonathan heard the words, 'he's not breathing'.
on instinct and drawing on skills learnt years ago, he
head back, stuck two fingers into his throat to clear
pinched the nose and covered the magician's mouth with
breathing out one long deep breath. Pulling back, he
Five breaths, and a million years later, Adam coughed violently, bringing up water from his lungs and stomach. Immediately Jonathan rolled him onto his side, calming Adam until the coughing fit subsided and he slipped into unconsciousness. Only then did Jonathan get to work quickly and skilfully to unfasten the remaining restraints that bound the magician's wrists and feet.
"All right, Adam," Jonathan stroked his hand over his employer's wet hair, attempting to reassure. "All right, it's all right." David ensured an ambulance was on its way, while Jonathan checked Adam's breathing, making sure he didn't stop once again. "Adam, can you open your eyes for me?" He found his friend's hand and lifted it, holding it in his own, checking breathing and pulse again. "Come on, Adam, stay with us."
By now the shocked silence that had fallen over the audience had subsided into chattering; concern and fear for the performer's life. Two security men stood up on stage, the spotlights picking them out as they asked for everyone to remain calm and reassured them that Adam Klaus was going to be okay.
Jonathan was oblivious to it all. He was keeping up a constant banter now, talking to Adam, asking him over and over to open his eyes, if he could talk to him, tell him where he was. But there was no response. As well as the string of nonsense that he was speaking, Jonathan continued to check breathing and pulse rate until the ambulance turned up. Time seemed to crawl by. Later, someone would promise him that the emergency services took only minutes to reach the theatre. Yet as Jonathan knelt in the glass and water on the stage, it felt as if years were passing. Adam's hand was cold in his own and his failure to respond was scaring Jonathan badly.
"Come on, Adam. You don't want to go all quiet before your audience, do you?" He forced some small amount of humour into his voice, but Adam remained deathly still were he lay. "You'll certainly make the front pages of the papers with this one, Adam. Press coverage'll be amazing!"
When an ambulance man
crouched beside him, gently pulling him back,
he wasn't sure what to feel; relief, or fear that once
Adam left his
sight he'd never see him again....
Jonathan came to in a
swiftly moving ambulance, sirens blaring as it
cut through the city traffic out towards the Royal
struggled to sit up, eyes looking over the still form on
the other bed.
From the moment they arrived at the hospital Jonathan was caught up in a series of seemingly chaotic events. The nurse who led him to a bed in A&E and pulled the curtains around them had been told of what had happened at the theatre by the ambulance crew. So that when she returned to Jonathan to find him sitting on the bed with tears streaming down his face, she at least understood where they'd come from.
For a short time she just
sat with him and held his hand. He tried
once he'd quieted but she wouldn't hear it.
She cleaned up his hands; picked the small shards of glass from his fingers and palms and dressed them. He needed three stitches in his right knee where a larger shard had embedded itself, and a couple of butterfly stitches in his left.
They'd already moved Adam to a semi-private room by the time she'd finished with Jonathan, and on her recommendation they put her patient in the second bed overnight. Jonathan eventually fell asleep, with the aid of a gentle sedative, to the soft rhythms of the monitors keeping check on Adam.
'MAGICIAN SAVED FROM WATERY GRAVE
There was drama at the Price of Wales theatre last night when a trick went almost tragically wrong for illusionist Adam Klaus.
After being bound, and a hood placed over his head, Klaus was dropped into a tank of freezing cold water from which he was supposed to miraculously escape. Instead, he had to be rescued by his creative consultant, Jonathan Creek, who ran onto the stage with a fire axe and smashed open the glass tank when he realized something was wrong.
The audience - none of whom were hurt in the accident - watched in shocked silence as Creek went on to give Klaus mouth-to-mouth until the arrival of the ambulance crew. Both men were rushed to the Royal Hospital and kept in over night. Jonathan Creek should be released this morning, and Adam Klaus is said to be well on his way to making a complete recovery.
will undoubtedly skyrocket when the show
Maddy threw the paper onto
the passenger seat before opening the
her Volvo and dropping her bags inside.
Jonathan felt an almost overwhelming relief when Adam opened his eyes around midday the following morning. He himself had been discharged earlier on, and he'd spent the last few hours sitting by Adam's bedside, holding his hand and waiting for some sign that everything would indeed be all right.
Now, finally, Adam was
looking at him in measured confusion.
When the door opened behind
him Jonathan turned, expecting to be
report to one of the nurses that Adam had regained
least. He could hardly believe how relieved he was to
standing in the doorway.
Maddy shook her head, still
trying to calm herself. When she'd read
that they'd both been taken to hospital she'd thought
the worst. Now
she was here with them, she could finally allow herself
to believe that
they were going to be okay. "Is there anything you
Jonathan stood, squeezing Adam's hand before finally letting go. As they stepped out into the corridor and she saw the blood stains on his trousers, he suddenly stopped her. "I'm sorry... how was New York?"
Jonathan stepped back inside Adam's room several hours later, washed and changed, feeling slightly more human than he had since waking in the hospital bed at six-thirty that morning. Adam was sitting up, looking a lot healthier than he had only hours before. The monitors had been switched off, although the saline drip was still in place. There was a doctor at his side, a large collection of "Get Well Soon" cards already starting on the window sill and bedside cabinet, and a huge bunch of red and white roses in one corner.
As Jonathan approached the bed, Maddy read the card still sitting in amongst the flowers.
'Jonathan. You were amazing. My best wishes for a swift recovery, with love and thanks, Kitty'
She plucked it out with her fingers and turned to the others.
Jonathan stepped up to the
bedside, smiling joyfully. "You're
Jonathan perched on the edge
of the bed, watching the doctor check
the drip and leave the room quietly. "Do you remember
what went wrong?"
"I'll come back later." For some reason, Jonathan felt he should reassure Adam that he wouldn't abandon him here, he knew how much the man hated hospitals. At least this time it had been serious enough that the jokes hadn't started yet.
Two Weeks Later
Once again they aborted the rehearsal, and Adam stormed from the stage.
Jonathan let out a deep,
controlled breath as he meet the concerned
gaze of the two assistants and their technical manager.
Easier said than done.
They'd tried the Water Tank five times today,
with Adam panicking and stopping them each time, just
before he was
placed in the water. Thus Adam wasn't in the mood for a
Jonathan closed the dressing room door and leaned back
on it, eyes
settling on his friend where he sat staring into the
Jonathan closed his eyes in
order not to witness the destruction
caused by Adam's chair careering into the cabinet
against the far wall.
For a moment, all Jonathan
could do was stare at him. And then the
Maddy brought the Volvo to a
stop in the gravel driveway of
'Maskelyne Manor'. The hall light was on, but no other
that could be
For the last two weeks
they'd barely spent a night apart. He'd gone
back home once Adam had been released from hospital, but
night he'd woken her at just gone three am, just needing
another voice. She'd slept in his bed each night after
that, just being
there for him. A warm body he could wake up to from the
freezing corpses held in his arms.
Maddy watched him through the windscreen as he ambled up to the front door and let himself in, mindful of Adam's pet, which obviously was not around from the way he disappeared inside and closed the front door behind him. She sat for a while longer, the peace and quiet of the suburban plot letting her mind wonder. It hadn't been difficult to treat Jonathan like a human being these last two weeks, now that she thought about it. He'd always been a slightly vulnerable character, someone who'd do anything for a quiet life, even if it meant letting her lead him into situations that only he could get them out of. She had turned his life upside-down, taking care to wind herself into his existence until she was an important part of it.
She sighed, unsure whom she was being most unfair on. Was she really that much of a tyrant? Was he honestly that easy a pushover? Or was what happened between them something they both wanted and needed?
Whatever the truth, Adam had been a part of Jonathan's life long before she had. Their dependence on one another was obvious. And if she had ever resented that, all she could feel now was pride in knowing Jonathan, and in having him as a part of her life.
Hands stuffed deep into his pockets, Jonathan walked through the house, along next to the pool and finally stepped out on to the patio. He heard the gentle squeak of the large garden swing before he saw Adam seated there, glass of whiskey in his hands, bottle on the flagstones next to him.
They sat for a time,
drinking slowly, relaxing again in one
"If it's really important to you, we could try some
Whatever time it was when Jonathan woke, it was still dark outside the lounge window. The log fire they'd settled in front of was dying down but the room was still warm. He opened his eyes, and found himself staring up into Adam's sleeping face. They were still lying on the deep rug, Jonathan on his back, Adam wrapped around him, head rested above Jonathan's head, arm lying protectively over his chest. Without breathing, Jonathan shifted slowly out from the loose embrace. As he did so, he found himself almost lying on something hard... he pulled a small black box out from under him. Opening it, he stared at the contents for a moment, remembering a snippet of the previous night.
(Adam sat up suddenly. "I
never gave you your birthday present!"
'for the true conjurer among us, A. '
Adam smiled. "To protect
Silently, he tiptoed out of the lounge and phoned for a taxi.
"I woke up next to him!"
Jonathan dropped into Maddy's sofa, unaware
of the expression on her face and of the exaggerated
yawn as she handed
him a mug of coffee. "He had his arm around me!"
Glaring at her, he plonked
back into the sofa. She sat forward,
touching his knee. "You were drunk! You just fell asleep
on the rug and
at some point he imagined he was lying with one of his
don't understand what you're so freaked out about."
Maddy sipped her coffee,
watching him carefully. From nowhere in
particular he produced a small black box, which he
handed to her.
"Another abrupt exit," Adam
spoke quietly into Jonathan's ear. The
other jumped in surprise.
Adam headed for his dressing room, but a few steps across the stage, he turned back and noticed the glint of gold around his consultant's neck. There was an echo of something warm within him.
"So what am I doing?"
Maddy stepped into the
auditorium in time to watch Adam clamber on
chair and into the empty tank. She walked up to the edge
of the stage,
to herself as she watched Jonathan watching Adam with
her, eyes not leaving the man now sitting cross-legged
in the tank.
Blindfolded and hooded,
bound hand and foot, Adam was lowered gently
into the water feet first by the same two men who had
done so on the
fateful night. Standing next to the tank, Jonathan
rolled up his sleeve
and reached into the water behind the illusionist,
taking one of Adam's
tied hands into his own.
stepped around to the front of the tank and
removed the hood from his employer's head, following it
The blindfold and hood were
replaced and once again, Jonathan took a
firm hold of Adam's hand.
They set up slowly, taking every precaution as they always would. Adam changed into fresh clothing before once again being bound and blindfolded. Jonathan watched the proceedings from next to the tank, following every move Adam made. This time the mirror slid into place, and having loosened his bindings, Adam swam with practised ease into the tube that ran under the staging and back into a separate tank behind the black velvet backdrop.
In the front row, Maddy sat at the edge of her seat, unconsciously holding her breath.
Jonathan ducked under the
curtain, continuing the count that he'd
started the moment Adam had left his sight.
Sucking in one deep breath, Jonathan dived under the water, heading for the opening in the base where Adam should have appeared. Peering in, he could see the illusionist clawing at the side of the tubing, completely disorientated. Reaching into the wide plastic tube, Jonathan made a grab for Adam's shoulder, pulling the now panicking man toward him. Adam struggled for a moment before he allowed himself to be drawn out and up toward the surface.
They emerged, Jonathan
pushing Adam up against the side of the tank,
leaning next to him to catch his breath. As the other
one of the crew removed his hood and blindfold.
adrenaline flowing through him, Jonathan looked up into
eyes, the tremors driving through both of them as they
one another. Unable to speak, Jonathan just gripped his
shoulder until they were helped out of the tank.
Quick showers in Adam's
dressing room warmed them both up again.
stepped out, towel-drying his hair, Adam was sitting
the mirror. At least the sight of his consultant brought
a small smile
his face. Jonathan was wearing one of Adam's denim
shirts and a spare
of jeans someone had dug up - a pair that had obviously
three times Jonathan's size.
For the next hour they ran through the sequence of events that led to the successful completion of the illusion. Only when Jonathan was happy with the timing would he allow the tank to be refilled. Whether or not the fact that he designed all the technical stuff meant that Adam's safety was in his hands became unimportant now. Their separate roles were incidental. As always with the show, they were in this together.
Jonathan fastened the blindfold, hood and ropes this time around. But after that he stood back and let Adam perform as he needed to. Still, he kept the count in going in his mind, and went back around the curtain to make sure that his employer did surface in the second tank. He did, easily and within the time allocated. Changing clothes, Adam slipped back around the curtain and made his triumphant appearance in a puff of smoke at one side of the stage.
Maddy applauded, not only
Adam, but Jonathan too as he approached
with a congratulatory smile. Handing him a small towel,
he closed the
for a moment and murmured,
Enjoying the warmth of Maskelyne Manor's indoor pool, Jonathan crossed his arms behind his head, amazed at how stable the large 'playing cards' floating loungers actually were. His mind was a warm fuzzy mess after the countless bottles of expensive champagne they'd got through since leaving the theatre. After the meal at the restaurant, one of the most expensive he'd ever set foot inside, Jonathan had been surprised when Gayle had turned down Adam's offer of an evening at his place. And Maddy had had an appointment somewhere with someone....
Adam was sitting on the side
of the pool, legs dangling down into
feet bare yet his trousers still on.
They let the silence
stretch, until Adam shook his head. "So why do
you put up with me?"
The soothing warmth of the heated room and pool, the gentle wave of the water and the fine alcohol in his system were all serving to slowly rock Jonathan off to sleep. He was only barely aware of his float being gently tugged on until the head of it touched against the side of the pool and his glass was taken from him. Then Adam's hands came to rest lightly on his shoulders. He tensed slightly, but as the other began a careful massage he was unable to resist relaxing again.
Adam took his time, keeping his touch gentle and unthreatening. Slowly, he moved his fingers under Jonathan's shirt, touching the warm skin. Using his thumb to skilfully push the top two buttons through their holes, he loosened the shirt - still the one he'd lent that afternoon - and moved his hands down Jonathan's arms. But leaning over from where he was sitting meant that his reach was limited, and he worked his way back the arms to start down the sides of his friend's chest.
After a time, carefully
balanced, Adam placed his hands on the
side of Jonathan and leaned forward, dropping a kiss to
to him, then to the hollow of Jonathan's throat and to
the top of his
When Adam lifted his head, he found himself not
with deep suspicion.
The American sighed
inwardly, dropping his gaze. Somehow, he knew
what was coming and he knew he deserved it. He didn't
look up when
Jonathan got to his feet.
Sometime later, settled into
opposite corners of the sofa, fire
popping in the grate and a cafetiere of Java on the
table between them,
they regarded one another.
Sipping his coffee, Jonathan
schooled his expression carefully. He
couldn't remember Adam ever talking to him like this
opening up about anything more personal than his last
encounter. He was happy just to listen, and to learn.
"It's very rarely that you
Maybe if Jonathan's mobile hadn't rung....
Adam smiled wanly as
Jonathan reached for the phone that had been
drying out on the table. "More waterproof than you'd
commented quietly, but Jonathan was already being
bombarded with the
details of Maddy's disastrous evening.
When the curtain rose on the first performance since the accident, Jonathan was more nervous than he could ever remember being. Adam at least gave the outward impression that he was as composed and relaxed as ever about facing his audience. He made some quip early on about going for a swim later, and got a standing ovation.
The first act finished with the Water Tank. Even the stage manager, Mike, seemed on edge. He exchanged glances with Jonathan as the mirror slid into place. The few seconds that it took for Adam to swim through the tube to the hidden tank ticked passed, and Jonathan stepped back and around the thick backdrop to watch with relief as the magician climbed silently out and changed into the dry costume awaiting him.
As Adam readied himself to
step out on stage, he reached back and
touched Jonathan's hand with cold fingers. For a brief
gesture was returned. And then the crack of the small
exploding signalled Adam's
miraculous appearance at the side of the stage to the
of the night.
Act two went just as smoothly, ending in the visually stunning 'Phantom of the Opera'. A circle of tall candlesticks alight with the amber glow of the flames made the trick appear far more dangerous than it actually was. For Jonathan, it held bittersweet memories. He had created it after spending two weeks waiting for Charlotte Carney to call him. Late one night he'd come up with the idea of a bitter Phantom sending his Christine up in flames.
The audience was treated to a faultless performance, an illusion as breathtaking in its beauty as it was in its unfolding. Usually very vivacious in his delivery, Adam brought a grace to this trick that seemed to stem from an understanding of its creator, from an awareness of the illusion's roots. As he did on only the rarest occasions, Jonathan lost himself with the audience. He let the music and the visuals consume him, watching, for once, the illusion and not the workings.
His applause joined with the
third ovation, and he remained standing
at the side of the stage long after Adam had exited for
the fourth time
holding five bouquets of roses and several items of
Some time later, Mike
approached him with the candle snuffer. "Could
you do the honours, Jonathan?"
In the candlelit master bedroom of Maskelyne Manor Adam lay on his back diagonally across the king-size bed. Head pillowed on the other's chest, Jonathan lay at right angles to Adam. Between them, the fingers of their left hands played together, lightly entwining, keeping the intimacy of what had passed.
They almost hadn't got here.
In the car on the way back they'd
a word to one another, and as the Limo had pulled into
Jonathan had considered telling Adam to forget the whole
looked up and his gaze had locked with the intense one
him. Something in Adam's expression at that moment had
like he was the only person in the whole world, and he
knew then how
woman the American had ever hit upon had been taken with
Once the front door closed behind them, Adam didn't give him chance to change his mind. Jonathan shrugged out of his coat and threw it over the banister, and the next thing he knew, Adam had pinned him against that same banister and was kissing him. For a moment he was so surprised he didn't know quite how to react. But he wasn't with someone of limited experience, and as confident fingers wove into his hair, as a strong arm curved around his waist, Jonathan simply gave in.
Desire so long neglected swamped him with full force. He stroked his tongue over Adam's before dipping between the other's lips to taste his friend. Jonathan's confidence grew quickly and he wrapped his arms around Adam, trying to draw him closer while concentrating on keeping his own balance where they stood on the first step up of the wide, grand staircase.
Adam drew back eventually,
sliding his hands down Jonathan's arms.
Inside the room, Adam again turned to kiss him, hands finding their way under his shirt and T-shirt to roam over smooth skin. At that first touch, Jonathan murmured something desperate into their kiss, but still he clung to Adam, not daring to let go. The other ended the kiss, drawing Jonathan's head back and brushing his lips over his jaw. Lightly, he ran the tip of his tongue around the shell of his lover's ear, pushing back the errant hair to allow himself better access, to make it easier when he deepened the intimate contact.
Jonathan moaned something
incoherent, unable to do anything more
Adam tightly and ride out the waves of arousal surging
tongue against and inside his ear was driving him crazy.
launching a similar assault on the other side, Adam
stepped back a
little and rested his forehead against his lover's,
pushing his fingers
into the curly hair at the side of Jonathan's head.
Only when nimble fingers started to undo the buttons on his shirt did Jonathan experience a first shiver of panic. Incredibly, it was something Adam seemed to have expected for he slid one arm around the slim waist and drew him closer, ending the kiss to trace a delicate line with his tongue along the curve of Jonathan's jaw.
Jonathan cupped his hand around the back of Adam's neck, combing his fingers into the soft dark hair, trying in vain to bring them closer. He couldn't remember being so desperately, painfully aroused. Usually, with a woman, he'd feel that he had to be the one in control. Here, now, he could hand that control over to Adam, and he could hardly believe the erotic effect that had on him.
Adam did try to slow it
down, but the driving need was overwhelming
them both. Jonathan's now-confident hands pushed Adam
back for a moment
while he shrugged off his own shirt and pulled his
T-shirt over his
head. Adam smiled, his eyes locking with Jonathan's,
dark with the rush
of desire through his body. He unbuttoned his own shirt
slowness, enjoying the heated gaze that flew to his bare
fleeting expression of sudden fear.
Adam led them to the bed, and as they lay down Jonathan hesitated again. This was real. This was happening now and something about being on the bed made it unstoppable. But Adam's hands were on him again, his fingers dipping into the waistband of Jonathan's jeans, and when teasing fingers brushed the head of his trapped erection, he practically came there and then.
Trousers and underwear were disposed of quickly. Both men wanted to feel the length of the other pressing against him. The decision made, exploring one another became easier.
Adam rolled Jonathan on to
his back, straddling him determinedly.
Jonathan yelled as their cocks were brushed one against
the other, but
Adam quickly reached down and pressed his fingertips
into the hard base
of his lover's erection, preventing him from coming
Letting go, Adam placed his hands either side of Jonathan's shoulders and sat up on all fours, regarding the naked man beneath him with nothing short of hunger. His smile was as predatory as the deep kiss that followed it.
Jonathan's fingers clawed into Adam's hips, and finally the American had mercy. Lowering himself, he wrapped one arm around Jonathan's shoulders and with his other hand grasped their cocks, rubbing them together, bringing them both to a rapid climax.
Jonathan screamed, nails scraping down Adam's back, unknowingly escalating the other's orgasm. And it was his name on the American's lips, his name that was ripped from Adam along with a stream of bright profanities.
Finally he collapsed on to his side, one hand coming to rest in the mess on Jonathan's stomach, the other moving up his lover's back to tangle in his damp hair.
"I can read people's
arousal," Adam said softly as he ran each of
the fingers on Jonathan's left hand through his own
before linking them
his thumb against the palm.
They had showered together
even though neither had the energy to do
anything more than wash. Jonathan couldn't believe how
at ease he felt.
He could feel himself starting to drift off to sleep,
and turning his
head he met the gentle green eyes of his lover. Adam
stroked his hair
gently. "I'm not going to run off, this is my house."
Sunlight streamed in through the open curtains, warming Adam's naked form where he lay sprawled on the bed. Without opening his eyes he knew he was alone. He'd had a shrewd idea that he'd wake up alone anyway. It didn't stop the smile from spreading across his face. He felt incredibly relaxed, contented and without any urge to move quite yet.
Later on, when he did eventually rise, he found the note on the bedside table.
'another abrupt exit! no surprise, unlike last night. love ya, J.'
Looking out across the West Sussex countryside from the balcony of his windmill home, Jonathan cradled the mug of Camomile Tea in his hands. Maddy would be dropping by anytime; she'd telephoned and garbled on about a guy being shot dead in a park full of elderly men walking their dogs. It sounded like something that could keep him occupied for the day until he had to be at the theatre.
Any misgivings he might have harboured concerning the previous night had been swept away by the wonderful sensation of absolute oneness with the world. Overhead, the birds were singing. A slight breeze played in the trees and undergrowth at the base of the field that surrounded Ripley Mill.
He knew what Adam's first
words would be to him this evening, and
they would distil any unease between them. After all,
together to produced something spectacular. Neither of
them would let a
thing as prehistoric as sex get in the way of their
On the way home, he'd bought
a paper in the village and found a
two-page review of the previous night's show.
'MAGICIAN'S TRIUMPHANT RETURN TO THE STAGE
Three weeks ago, illusionist Adam Klaus almost lost his life when a trick went wrong, leaving him drowning in a sealed tank of water in front of a full house audience. Only his quick-thinking creative consultant, Jonathan Creek, saved his life.
Last night, Adam Klaus gave the performance of his life, proving to his audience that he could still make it look easy. Triumphantly completing the Water Tank illusion, he teased the front row, "Are you as relieved as I am?"
At the end of the show, as he honoured the first of four curtain calls, he publicly thanked Jonathan Creek for saving his life and for making it all possible. Sitting in the front row, I had to add my own thanks to Klaus'. This country could have lost a great showman.
twenty-seven shows have sold out, but I highly
recommend booking for March. Adam Klaus is one of
individuals who can still make me believe in