Charles wandered through his apartment holding the remote in one hand and a glass of Australian shiraz in another. As he sipped the wine he got his home dressed for evening with a few pushes of the button on the remote, happy and content with the ease of the nights preparations.

He stood in the living room and dimmed the lights with a light touch to one button, and drew back the drapes on the huge wall of windows with another. Night was just settling over the city and Charles loved the way the lights in all the buildings light the skyline. It was a stunning view at night. He pushed another button and music started, the volume low. Some thing baroque, though the composer's name eluded him at the moment.

He set the remote on the coffee table and went to stand before the windows. The shy was almost navy tonight, cloud cover high above them. On rare nights there would be stars visible through the light pollution, but not tonight. He looked out over the city and picked out the buildings he owned or had owned at one time. There were several.

He crossed to the desk and picked up the phone's remote headset and put it on. Once more before the window, he contemplated. Call a friend, someone he could talk about the unimportant things with? No, Charles had a need tonight, a wanting deep in his gut. He wanted to touch and share, not chatter and play 'who's growing broke this week'.

He unbuttoned the cuffs on his silk shirt and rolled the sleeves, took off his tie. Charles wanted to relax. His shoes came off and he kicked them aside, then thought better of it. One did not kick off Italian hand tooled leather like it was nothing. He almost hear his mother's voice in his head telling him to take better care of his things. He grinned as he picked the shoes up and put them away in the closet.

He got another glass of wine and returned to the window. He knew who he was going to call, but he delayed it. He knew that his call would be answered, and that he would have willing company, but he drew it out, let his hunger grow a bit. It was always best when he was half out of his mind with want.

He felt his cock start to fill and touched himself through the soft fabric of his slacks with a lazy hand. Hungry now. Getting ready. He pushed a number on speed dial.

The phone rang three times before being picked up with a polite hello.

"Michael."

A brief pause. "I'm on my way."

Charles disconnected the line and sipped his wine, hand still moving in an easy pattern as he watched the sky get darker.