more. A shiver rushed over me with a violent splurge of energy. I pulled away from him and let the feeling wash over me. Everything felt too sensitive and I gasped, letting the air out of my lungs until a tiny squeak came out of me as well.
Charles rushed up to me and put his arms around to hold me. “Did I hurt you? Is everything all right?”
I heard him and nodded that I was fine, but I could not speak. The wave rushed over me again and I touched myself and another shock passed through me. With the war and the winter, I had not pleasured myself in quite some time. “I’m fine. You did everything fine.”
He wiped his mouth on his hand, and coming down off of his lover’s high, I could see a bit of realization for all the liquids in his mouth. I rolled over and reached for my glass of whiskey and gave it to him. “Here, my little Latin pupil, you’ve earned it.”
“Thank you.” He drank a swig of whiskey and swooshed it in his mouth and then swallowed.
He offered me some, but I pushed it away. Together we lay there, a sweaty, sticky, and oily mess, until the fire burned low. I drifted off to sleep and awoke some time later. The coals were still warm and bright orange in color, but I knew that I needed to go. Poor Stephen had been patient enough.
Charles woke as I moved, and I kissed him. “Thank you.”
He smiled at me and held onto me tight. “No, thank you for convincing me to trust you. It’s not been easy for me, dealing with my injury.” He did not look away in fear this time, but held his gaze steady.
We kissed, and I smiled at him and bounded off his bed. The floor was cold and I quickly dressed and cleaned myself up as best I could. Wrapping myself in my coat, I left him the vial of oil. “To remember me by.”
The aromatic smell hung heavy in the air, and I thought it wise of me to leave him a token of his first time. I wish the boy I had first been with had done the same for me. Charles dressed and pulled the covers up over himself and waved to me. I threw him a kiss, and he asked, “When will I see you again?”
I thought about that for a moment. “Stephen and I will come again, but I can’t say when.”
“Maybe I’ll come to you.” I liked his boldness.
“I would like that.” I waved and knew that if I didn’t leave then that I would want to stay the rest of the night, and if his mother awoke to come down and find us, my house lord would turn me out for my transgression. I left and shut his door behind me and headed back down to the kitchens to gather Stephen.
Chapter 5
On the way back down into the kitchen, I skipped through the halls, and in the dark of night, I wanted to sing. I had such a great burst of energy and could not wait to talk to someone about what had happened between Charles and me. I had been with boys before, but it was fumbling and a few touches here and there with a quick screw in the darkness. My experiences were half-hearted attempts at finding a place of comfort for myself to settle in more than my wanting a true connection with someone. But my experience with Charles was different. I felt alive and in control. I did and said only what I wanted to with him. I felt different and expected that people would see me differently.
I bounded into the kitchen and found Daniel passed out in the corner. Stephen sat on a chair with his feet up on the table, nursing the empty bottle of whiskey. He faced the fire and stared into it as though he searched for answers. He did not hear me come in, and I thought it wise to stop skipping and took a wide turn so that he would have time to see me entering. When I approached, he lifted his head and spoke in a quiet but firm tone. “About time that my lady of the rags is ready to leave. It’s after two.” He scowled at me and put the bottle down on the ground, careful not to make too much noise. “Did you suck his cock dry all this time? I expect he needs time to rest after you fucked him.”
I stood before him and my
Charles rushed up to me and put his arms around to hold me. “Did I hurt you? Is everything all right?”
I heard him and nodded that I was fine, but I could not speak. The wave rushed over me again and I touched myself and another shock passed through me. With the war and the winter, I had not pleasured myself in quite some time. “I’m fine. You did everything fine.”
He wiped his mouth on his hand, and coming down off of his lover’s high, I could see a bit of realization for all the liquids in his mouth. I rolled over and reached for my glass of whiskey and gave it to him. “Here, my little Latin pupil, you’ve earned it.”
“Thank you.” He drank a swig of whiskey and swooshed it in his mouth and then swallowed.
He offered me some, but I pushed it away. Together we lay there, a sweaty, sticky, and oily mess, until the fire burned low. I drifted off to sleep and awoke some time later. The coals were still warm and bright orange in color, but I knew that I needed to go. Poor Stephen had been patient enough.
Charles woke as I moved, and I kissed him. “Thank you.”
He smiled at me and held onto me tight. “No, thank you for convincing me to trust you. It’s not been easy for me, dealing with my injury.” He did not look away in fear this time, but held his gaze steady.
We kissed, and I smiled at him and bounded off his bed. The floor was cold and I quickly dressed and cleaned myself up as best I could. Wrapping myself in my coat, I left him the vial of oil. “To remember me by.”
The aromatic smell hung heavy in the air, and I thought it wise of me to leave him a token of his first time. I wish the boy I had first been with had done the same for me. Charles dressed and pulled the covers up over himself and waved to me. I threw him a kiss, and he asked, “When will I see you again?”
I thought about that for a moment. “Stephen and I will come again, but I can’t say when.”
“Maybe I’ll come to you.” I liked his boldness.
“I would like that.” I waved and knew that if I didn’t leave then that I would want to stay the rest of the night, and if his mother awoke to come down and find us, my house lord would turn me out for my transgression. I left and shut his door behind me and headed back down to the kitchens to gather Stephen.
Chapter 5
On the way back down into the kitchen, I skipped through the halls, and in the dark of night, I wanted to sing. I had such a great burst of energy and could not wait to talk to someone about what had happened between Charles and me. I had been with boys before, but it was fumbling and a few touches here and there with a quick screw in the darkness. My experiences were half-hearted attempts at finding a place of comfort for myself to settle in more than my wanting a true connection with someone. But my experience with Charles was different. I felt alive and in control. I did and said only what I wanted to with him. I felt different and expected that people would see me differently.
I bounded into the kitchen and found Daniel passed out in the corner. Stephen sat on a chair with his feet up on the table, nursing the empty bottle of whiskey. He faced the fire and stared into it as though he searched for answers. He did not hear me come in, and I thought it wise to stop skipping and took a wide turn so that he would have time to see me entering. When I approached, he lifted his head and spoke in a quiet but firm tone. “About time that my lady of the rags is ready to leave. It’s after two.” He scowled at me and put the bottle down on the ground, careful not to make too much noise. “Did you suck his cock dry all this time? I expect he needs time to rest after you fucked him.”
I stood before him and my
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