Unmentionable: The Men Who Loved On The Titanic

"I absolutely refuse to wear dainty, frilly undergarments and a corset on the Titanic," Liam said. To emphasize his feelings, he punched a wall next to a tall bookcase. A brass candlestick tipped and landed on the floor. "And I'm not wearing women's shoes. This is absurd, Oliver. I'm a man, not a woman." Then he kicked the baseboard.
Oliver Prendergast crossed to where Liam was standing and picked up the candlestick. He placed it back on the shelf and then set both palms gently on Liam's bare bottom. They were both naked in Oliver's bedroom, in the tiny, hidden flat Oliver had been renting in London for the past six months so his staff wouldn't find out about his young, male lover, Liam Singleton.
Oliver moved his palms up and down Liam's buttocks and said, "There's no other way, my love. Discretion is extremely important right now if you're going to return to America with me."
Liam turned so fast, his penis slapped against his thigh. He sent Oliver a glare and said, "Why can't I just go as part of your staff? I don't mind acting as your valet or whatever way you want to describe me. I just want to be a man, not a woman."
Oliver turned and walked to the window. He ran his fingers through his dark brown hair and took a deep breath. "Because that would be too conspicuous, my love. We don't have enough time to set up a new plan. Everyone knows I never travel with more than three staff members. And what would I tell my staff? They'd suspect something immediately if I brought in a handsome, young man now, and I can't take any chances in my position. I've already booked a first-class suite on the Titanic and I've told everyone I'm escorting my shy, female, third cousin back to America. People would ask too many questions if I changed plans now. They'd wonder what happened to my cousin."
"This is insane," Liam said. "No one is going to believe it. And I'll be the one who winds up getting in trouble."
"Trust me, it will work. I wish there were another way."
When Liam heard the low, disappointed tone in Oliver's voice, he slowly walked to the window and leaned into his back. Although there was about a twenty-year age difference, Liam had never met a man who could satisfy his needs and emotions the way Oliver did. At forty-one, Oliver was just as good as any man in his twenties or thirties if not better. He didn't have any inhibitions or insecurities. But more than that, no one had ever been so devoted to Liam in his entire life. So he put his arms around Oliver and kissed the back of his neck. "I'll do this for you. But I'm not going to like it. And I'm not wearing anything dainty or frilly. I'll wear one of those long corsets to cover my groin, but that's it. The thought of dressing up as a woman is bad enough at any time. But to have to spend that entire time crossing the Atlantic on a ship dressed as a woman kills me. What if someone figures it out? And what it the ship sinks? I'd rather die as a man, with dignity."