First a thank you to my beta BigJ who keeps stupid mistakes down to a minimum. Hope u enjoy it and Id love to hear what u thik of it.. ~*~*~*~*~*~ Alasdair watched as Brian marched down the hall in the direction of his office. Brian had been practically living at the Club ever since Gus’s attempted kidnapping. Alasdair suspected it was because he had no reason to go home. No-one there but servants. Not to mention the fact that Brian had been working constantly in an attempt to apprehend the man responsible. Brian slammed open the door of his office with such force that Alasdair started and it reminded him why it was he was here. He followed Brian inside and watched him mindlessly shuffle papers around to different empty spaces on his desk. Alasdair crossed his arms over his chest as he lent back against the doorpost. “Are you sure?” Brian didn’t even look up as he replied, “Of course I'm sure. I'm not exactly a novice at this Alasdair. You think I can't wrangle up proof and a confession without you?” he snapped. Alasdair decided that it was a rhetorical question and that replying wouldn’t be worth the very short seconds that the rest of his life would suddenly become. He asked a more pertinent… and less life-threatening question. “Why?” Brian sighed and his movements slowed. He went to sit in his large throne-like chair, behind his desk and closed his eyes. “He’d borrowed against his expectations which was idiotic of him, since he has none - expectations that is. He’s only a year younger than I and I'll still probably manage to outlive the fat wretch, no matter how many pistols I get pointed at me in a week. There was never any likelihood that he would get to inherit.” Alasdair decided to agree and sat down heavily in his own chair… well, the chair he always sat in when he was in Brian’s office. It was Brian’s chair and the man would never allow Alasdair to claim it. Especially in the mood he was in at the moment. Brian held that Alasdair’s taste in furniture was so abhorrent that any furniture he declared as his own would more likely than not crumble up in shame. Brian continued to calmly seethe as he tried to unravel the stupidity behind the latest inanity. “Percy deigned to have an actual genuine thought in his head and obviously what he came up with was so utterly idiotic and flawed… he’ll probably be hanged. Unless I manage to get him deported to the New World. I'll even pay his passage so as to be rid of the man… or do you think being a bondsman would do him some good. Seven years of unpaid labour could teach any man what it really means to be poor and to regret ever having sacrificed the very generous allowance I gave him every month? Idiot!” he shut his eyes tightly in an attempt to contain his anger and took a deep breath. “Excuse me?” Alasdair tried to act offended and Brian actually glanced at him as if only just remembering that there was someone else in the room with him. “Not you. My cousin.” He said before allowing himself to become distracted again. “Oh.” Alasdair rolled his eyes and continued to wait patiently hoping that Brian would get to the reason he had called him in for this meeting eventually. Brian sat up and began to organise papers again. The porters were loading his carriage at this very moment, with all the files his researchers had compiled for him in the last three weeks. It was the only way he could justify making a short jaunt to the country. Taking work with him meant that it was not a holiday, but simply a change of location where he would be essentially doing exactly the same thing as he would have been doing if he had remained in London. “You’ll join me next week.” He demanded without glancing up, “You might even stay a few nights if you wish but you know that I won't trust anything to written words and you’re the only one I trust to keep your mouth shut.” “You’re assuming that you’ll discover something while you’re away.” Brian slammed the palm of his hand down on the flat of his desk, “I will milk those papers dry until they give me what I want. I want this over with, now! I can't abide having it drag out any longer for I'm sure it will drive me insane if it does. I will have this finished within the next two months or die trying.” Alasdair stared at Brian in wide-eyed surprise while the man in question fumed and packed away the papers he would be needing whilst he was residing at his country estate, into files. Alasdair grinned and opened his mouth to tease his usually fastidious partner in crime. The man seemed so… eager to breathe fresh, country air and leave the tribulations of London so far behind him for the mere incentive of having a boy to warm his bed. Brian was changing and it was a friend’s duty to point that fact out and mock him for it. But Alasdair’s thoughts leapt suddenly in an altogether different direction and he decided it would be best to keep his mouth shut. It would not do to point out to the Baron Talbot that the absence of a certain someone in his bed seemed to be trying his self-control in ways unimagined… well, unimagined to Brian. Alasdair had been expecting it for quite some time already. “Well I assume that if we are to rely on will alone, you, out of anyone can be sure to succeed.” Alasdair placated and was almost disappointed when Brian seemed oblivious to his concession. Brian harrumphed and stood up surveying the room one last time before his gaze finally settling on Alasdair’s face. “I have left you in charge many times before. You are perfectly capable of filling in my very expensive, handmade, out of very good leather - boots during my absence.” He paused for a brief moment before clenching his hand into a fist, “We are so close Alasdair, to tearing this last operation open. There have been two other attempts on my life that require reprisals, Percy’s was hardly worth the attention it generated… but the other two… I must find the man responsible. If this war is ever to be truly finished then I must find him and kill him, send a message back to those French frogs, that they will never get the better of me and they might as well stay on their side of the channel.” Alasdair nodded his agreement. Brian stiffened and began to straighten his cuffs. “I'm leaving within the hour. Tell me you are capable of keeping everything in hand and that I can leave with a light heart.” Alasdair smiled and gave his assurances, “I have everything in hand, My Lord. Hurry off now so that you can be loved out of this foul mood that you’ve been in, ever since your love left you.” Brian looked up startled, “He didn’t leave me…” He froze and glared at Alasdair, “My mood has been nothing out of the ordinary, thank you. I have been perfect, ask anyone.” “Of course.” Alasdair’s voice was dripping irony. Brian didn’t even bother to glance at him as he berated him. “Don’t placate me in that tone of voice Alasdair.” “So if I’d placated you using a different tone of voice, you would have allowed it?” “Alasdair!” “Well it hardly matters either way. As if anyone would dare to do anything other than agree with you… with the terrible mood you’ve been in lately.” Brian rolled his eyes and glanced one last time around his space. “That’s your chair until I get back. I want it in pristine condition… along with the rest of the building… and country, when I return.” He strolled out leaving the door open behind him. Alasdair remained where he was. He really liked his chair and he had the feeling it wouldn’t be long before Brian presented him with the entire room, on a permanent basis. You couldn’t raise a child and a country, with the same sort of dedication. One would doubtlessly triumph over the other and in this particular case Alasdair knew that Brian would have the right priorities. ------- Brian was shown into the parlour by a fat, comely maid and bowed immediately at the sight of the lady of the house. She curtsied and then sat in a high-backed settee, her ankles neatly crossed and her hands on her lap. “It's very nice to meet you, My Lord. Justin has spoken often of you since his return from Town.” “Mrs Taylor.” Brian acknowledged as she gestured to him to take a seat. She called out to the maid just before the door shut behind him. “Mary, fetch Justin. Inform him that he has another guest.” Brian’s brow rose in surprise, ‘another guest?’ He managed to keep himself silent. She turned to face him once more and he had the opportunity to study her. Jennifer Taylor had the appearance of youth, even though her skin was lined as if she spent the greater part of her time outdoors and never worried too much about the sun. They gave her an air of wisdom and self-assured energy. He could tell that she had strength and ran her household and her village with a grip of steel. She had soft, graceful manners but her eyes had a dark edge to them as if she knew better than to believe life didn’t have its difficulties. In that, she reminded him of Justin. They had the same self-possession and he could guess that once committed to a venture it would take an impossible force to make them stray off their path. She had his colouring. The same pale hair, though hers tried mightily to escape from her hair clips as if she’d been dancing with strong winds. And Justin’s eyes were darker, a more unusual blue. When he looked in to Justin’s eyes, he felt trapped by his gaze, turned to stone as if he’d looked upon Medusa and not upon his lover. Well, certain parts of him most definitely did turn to stone when he looked at any part of Justin’s body. But it was the sensation of being inundated in alien emotions that stopped his heart from beating, made him shiver as if suddenly everything had turned cold and dark, made him fear. It usually didn’t last very long a fraction of a second that easily turned warm and welcoming once he remembered how to breathe again. During his perusal it seemed that the silence had grown uncomfortable but he hardly noticed until Jennifer began to speak in a rush of words and opinions and questions that demanded replies. “This time in London has done Justin so much good. He’s come back so happy and energised. I suppose I can thank you for that. He made so many friends while he was with you. Just last week one of them came all the way from Town just to see him. He only stayed a short while. Justin was working so hard trying to catch up on all the changes that were made whilst he was away, so he couldn’t devote much time to entertaining anyone. Though they did go to the Spring dance and I think they enjoyed themselves quite well.” Brian smiled blandly and asked with only a very small indication of curiosity, “Who was it who came to call?” “A… Sebastian. A very nice young man.” She smiled and continued to describe the events of Justin’s homecoming, how welcome Gus was to stay with them, how wondrous it was to have a child, again in the house. Brian tried to respond to the best of his ability but he’d always thought his social skills were slightly lacking so he decided it was best to listen and make the odd comment that suggested he was paying attention. Justin turned as he heard someone call for him. He could see the vague outline of one of the younger maids coming towards him, though it was impossible to tell which one, for the sun was in his eyes. He turned as he heard Molly shriek suddenly, but it soon turned into a giggle of delight. His brow rose as he realised that Gus was enjoying himself far too much trying to make Molly screech as he lifted her skirts and tried to peer under them in a new, slightly wicked version of peek-a-boo. But they seemed to be enjoying themselves and it was entirely innocent so Justin let them be. “Master Justin?” He turned again and saw that it was Angeline who was calling for him. “Molly, watch Gus for a moment.” He started walking towards the girl who was walking as quickly as her long skirts allowed her to, towards him. They met halfway down the width of the small park near the back of the house. “What is it? Does mother need my help with some heavy lifting again?” he smiled easily as he waited for Angeline to catch her breath. “No, Sir. There’s a gentlemen come t’call on ye. Your mother bid me fetch you quick, for she nay have time to be entertaining men folk.” Her country burr was deep and rolled off her tongue like a dark spirit. “Well, who is it?” “A Lord Talbot of Malahide, Sir.” Justin stopped and his heart dropped and flew simultaneously. “A… a Lord Talbot… are you sure, Angeline? Are you certain?” he grabbed her hand and made sure to study her features for any trace of uncertainty. “Aye, Sir. Mary show’d him in and told us all he was mightily handsome. Why, Clara Santon… that would be Joseph Santon’s girl, she rushed straight to the looking-glass to pinch her cheek to give ‘erself some colour. As if a Lord would want anything to do with a mere serving girl.” she uttered with all the superiority that her newly elevated position of parlour maid granted her. Justin tried to look admonishing but couldn’t make his face work to his will, only to his heart. But he couldn’t help the amused thought that flashed briefly through his mind - he doubted very much that Brian would have any interest in a serving maid, parlour maid or any other kind of maid that could be thought of. It cost him to make his voice work for him, “Go back to your duties then. I shall be with you directly.” He spun around and ran back towards Gus and his sister. He grabbed their wrists and tugged them up so that they could walk with him. Molly began protesting immediately at this harsh treatment but Justin was deaf to any sound but the noise of the mantra that was running in a never-ending loop in his head. ‘He’s here, he’s here, he’s here.’ Their progress was too slow so he lifted Gus and rested him on his hip. But after a few minutes he set him down again and turned to Molly. “I'll go on ahead. You make sure to come straight to the house and not let anything happen to Gus. His Papa is here and he must look perfect… not as if he’s just spent three weeks with heathens.” “I am not a heathen, Justin. I'll tell Mama you said so.” “You’re not. You are completely civilised. But before you come into the parlour be sure to change your dress there are grass stains all over it… Oh, most civilised person in all of His Majesties many Kingdoms.” Molly huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. Justin realised this wasn’t the best way to encourage haste so he smiled and knelt down to her height. “You’re beautiful Molly, grass stains and all. The King himself wishes he had a sister just like you. So will you do as I ask and bring Gus to the house so that I can rush on ahead?” he smiled sweetly and hoped it was enough to make her forget that he’d called her a heathen. “What do I get in return?” she bargained. It seemed Justin had been a terrible example to his sister. Justin growled in exasperation and begged, “Anything you want just tell me you will do as I ask.” “Alright. Just remember you said anything.” she made sure to remind him. “Thank you, Goddess.” He stood up swiftly and made to turn away before hesitating. “Molly?” She looked up at him questioningly while her hand searched for Gus’s small fist that was buried in her skirt, trying to lift it again as the boy giggled madly. Justin petted down his clothes and straightened the knot of his cravat. “Do I… do I look alright?” She eyed him up and down assessing, before giving him a very serious, grown-up sort of nod. “You look very well, Justin.” “Thanks!” he turned and ran off at full speed towards the house. Justin slammed his way into the parlour, his cheeks flushed and his eyes glowing with joy and heat. He stepped towards Brian who had stood up as soon as he’d heard the slamming sound of footsteps making their way towards them. “You’re here.” He sounded breathless, gasping as if he were trying to recover his breath after rigorous lovemaking. “Master Taylor.” Brian spoke formally his eyes glittering amusement and caution at the same time. He held his hand out for Justin to shake and Justin flushed and he ducked his head. As his hand rose to meet Brian’s so did his eyes. They looked at him from under lowered lashes and Brian felt his body tighten and his nostrils flare. As their palms met Justin shivered and Brian pressed his thumb over the pulse in Justin’s wrist and rubbed it seductively. Justin snatched his hand away and stepped back quickly, creating distance between them. There was a moment of silence and as Brian made a move to speak, Justin's mouth opened and words spilt out in nervous energy. “Will you be taking Gus with you when you go back to Malahide Court this afternoon?” “Malahide Court?” “It… it’s what we have called your estate, your wife spoke of you as if you were royalty and it stuck. I…” he drifted off as if not quite sure what it was he had meant to say after that statement and flushing slightly in discomfiture. Brian grinned in amusement and answered him, “Yes, you are obviously very welcome to come and visit him. We are so near to one another over here. It's scarcely half an hour on horseback.” Justin nodded readily. “Is… Jane with you? Gus will need a lot of attention. He’s been fussy at night. He misses you and our… your time with him before bed. He’d always expend so much of his energy playing with his father that he would sleep peacefully the rest of the night.” “Yes, Jane is already at… Malahide Court probably making sure that all is made ready for her young charge. We have missed the noise of him disrupting and echoing through our household.” There was a vaguely uncomfortable silence. Brian watched as Justin fidgeted and his hands clenched and released with nervous tension. It was probably all the poor boy could do to keep himself from jumping into his lovers’ arms. Justin bit his lip and focused his gaze over Brian’s shoulder. His head nodded slightly as if he were reciting something dull in his head to keep himself focused on something monotonous. “Your journey?’ Brian smiled lazily. He was enjoying Justin’s torment - could see that his eyes were already a few shades darker and slightly dazed-looking. “It was slow. Anticipation tends to make time stop.” Justin glared at him and bit his lip again as if to stop himself from saying anything he might regret. Jennifer coughed lightly and Justin snapped his head away from him, the sound reminding him again that there was someone else in the room. She smiled with fake cheer as she began to speak, “Of course I imagine you couldn’t wait to see your son and make sure that he was healthy and happy with us. He is such a delight that all the women in the household spoil him terribly, even Molly who can't seem to get enough of him. It's been so long since we’ve had babies in the house, more than ten years already. How time flies by. Gus will be as tall as you in no time.” She was trying to fill in the stuttered conversation with fluid, smalltalk while she puzzled over her son’s strange behaviour. “Yes, my son.” Brian concurred but his gaze never wavered from where it held Justin in his sight. Justin turned towards his mother obviously deciding that not looking at the object of his distraction would somehow help him. “They are on their way back. They have such short legs that it takes longer to get anywhere and I hadn’t the… patience to wait on them. They should be here any moment. I sent Molly up to change her dress and make herself and Gus presentable. They’d been playing in the grass and were covered in stains.” He spoke mechanically as if he were reciting lines, out loud this time. “Would you like some tea?” she said brightly the minute he had finished, already standing up to make her way towards the exit. “I-I'll go and… and fetch it.” he said with barely a trace of exasperation. It was obviously a task he usually performed for his mother in the late afternoons. He glanced at Brian out of the corner of his eye. “No, no Justin. You stay and entertain Lord Talbot. I will be back shortly.” She patted down her dress and opened the door, shutting it firmly behind her. The moment it was closed Justin had his arms around Brian’s neck and his mouth pressed against Brian’s lips. Brian hardly reacted to Justin’s urgency, so surprised was he to find himself with an armful of eager, blond youth. “God, I'm so happy to see you. I've needed you so these past few weeks. Dreaming of you makes me hard every night.” Brian pushed him away. His cheeks flushed and his breathing shallow. “Jesus Christ Justin.” Justin stepped forwards again, arms reaching out to him but Brian evaded him. “Don’t touch me. Your mother will be with us soon.” “No, she’ll take ages.” “How on earth do you know that? Have ye the sight, a chuisle mo chroí? (Pulse of my heart) There’s something you’ve forgotten t’tell me?” his voice deepened, eyes darkened and Justin shuddered with the sudden hint of Irish brogue that laced his words. “She hates society. After having so carefully adhered to everything anyone had ever expected of her and finding herself so unhappy she decided that polite society was over rated. She’s being so proper and courteous because you are a friend of mine. She’ll probably avoid you when you visit and she’ll definitely take her time while she has the tea brewed. She’ll probably decide we need scones and cakes just so that she has to bake them and she’ll take all the longer.” He stepped forward again now that he had proof to back up their alone time. Brian let him touch, “Thank God, I'll have many opportunities to have you on your own then. Many, many times while I am near.” “So you can touch me now.” Brian contemplated a moment and studied the face that was turned up to him. He smiled and curled his hands around Justin’s waist, tugging him forwards. Justin sighed and allowed his arms to settle round Brian’s neck. His hips pressed forward steadily and their mouths joined. His tongue pressed in against Brian’s lips and they parted for him. Brian let him explore first, his tongue traced the contours of Brian’s lips, the crown of each tooth and then began to massage Brian’s own tongue as if to tempt it into its’ own exploration. Brian complied and returned the favour until Justin trembled in his arms, his hard cock rubbing itself against his leg as he moaned and tried to rise up and plaster the entire length of his body against Brian’s chest. Brian pulled back slowly, leaving Justin with a soft kiss as he stood up straight and pushed Justin back until he was at arms length. Justin looked dazed. “Why… why did you stop?” Brian smiled amused, “The sound of footsteps on the gravel nearing the window. I imagine that a little girl is curious. And I heard the kettle whistle.” Justin pouted, “I don’t believe you.” He tried to step forward but the hands on his shoulders kept him from moving. “Why would I tell you anything but the truth?” Justin grinned bewitchingly and his eyes glittered, “Because you doubt that you can contain yourself for much longer. You can't resist me.” “You give yourself far too much credit. You are o’er confident of the power you hold over me.” “I give myself all the credit and I hold all the power. Just as you hold all the power over me.” Brian cleared his throat and suddenly felt that his collar was too tight. “Well, uh… it matters not whether or not you believe me for I see large eyes peering at me through that window behind you.” Justin spun around and glared at his little sister who started and ducked out of sight giggling. He sighed in defeat and reached behind him to grab at Brian’s fingers. He stroked them gently as if just by touching them, Brian's presence behind him was enough. Brian stepped up closer behind him and felt Justin cave in a little against his chest, his weight falling back on him. Brian kissed him behind his ear and inhaled his sweet scent for a moment. Justin sighed again and Brian saw his eyes flutter close. Brian pushed him away again as he heard a door slamming shut echo through the house and footsteps begin to approach. “Justin, we’ll have tea, share meaningless conversation. Start talking of business matters. Your mother will grow bored and beg her leave but before she does tell her you must show me something urgently somewhere and that we shall go riding. Not to expect you till dinner. Then once we are away from everything and everyone… then I shall have you.” Justin turned around slowly to gaze at him in dreamy-eyed lust when his mother walked in followed by a footman carrying the heavy tea tray. Brian was thankful that Justin had his back to her. “There now, Mary had some fresh cakes baked for tea. They’re still warm, Justin, just as you like them.” Justin straightened suddenly with renewed purpose and granted Brian the sight of a glowing smile. It seemed that once Justin had got the desperate need to touch and kiss Brian for the first time in so long, it became easier for him to speak of trivial, pointless, word-consuming things. It wasn’t long before Justin was on the subject of his plans for irrigating the top fields and ruminating on the yield of fruit they would have this season. Justin carried out Brian’s plan perfectly. Jennifer Taylor was very glad to see both men gone. As they made their way over paths and fields Justin actually got a little too carried away and caught up in Brian’s plan. Brian had to remind him what their final goal was whilst Justin was in the middle of pointing out the boundaries of their lands and identifying the different types of fruits in each orchard and grains in all the fields. Justin froze, his arm hovering, extended in the air before and let it drop suddenly as his breath hitched in renewed lust. He turned to Brian and gave him a blinding smile before digging his heels into his horses' side and cantering off at full speed towards a bit of wilderness that began at the edge of his land. Brian caught up with him just as he neared its’ edge. He had waited a moment before urging his own horse forward. He had been too busy admiring Justin’s seat and had allowed himself to become distracted. Justin turned his head over his shoulder towards him. “The locals think that it's haunted. No-one comes here.” “And you don’t?” “My mother is a healer and I once heard someone from the village call her a witch. I believed her and convinced myself that if I were a witch’s son I had no reason to fear a spelled forest. It would be my Kingdom.” Justin’s nose wrinkled endearingly as he grinned coyly. They rode in silence for some time until Justin stopped and swung a leg over Llamrei’s side and dropped to the ground. He hooked her reins loosely over a branch and began to walk deeper into the woods. Brian followed his lead and had to duck much lower under branches to catch up with the boy. “Justin, where are we going? Your Kingdom seems to be a mite larger than I expected and I have no wish to cross it.” “Just a bit further.” He disappeared suddenly into a deep thicket and Brian’s eyes widened in surprise but he followed and found himself within a large clearing, mostly hidden from the outside world. It was rather picturesque and Brian contemplated for a moment how willing he was to find himself there in Justin’s company. He could hear the rustling of birds and animals and the sound of water bubbled nearby. The ground was thick with dark, mossy grass and he couldn’t imagine that it would be easy for anyone to find them here. So it would have to do, especially since he didn’t think he was capable of waiting much longer to have Justin at his mercy. He had already waited far too long. “I found this place. No one comes here any more. It has been lost in memories and now it's overgrown and almost impossible to find. When I was younger I used to think that one could only find it if one was lost.” He grinned shyly and turned to face him, curiously awkward. “It’s beautiful.” Brian stated sincerely. Justin seemed to take Brian’s words as a signal to continue, “It was a place for lovers to come and bless their union. Maidens would brave sleeping an entire night so they could dream of their future husbands. Virgins would visit before their wedding nights to wash their hair in the pool and...” Brian pulled him towards him and bowed his head to kiss him, shutting him up and making him moan. He pulled back slightly and Justin’s eyelids fluttered open to stare up at him enquiringly, “You are not a virgin anymore, Justin.” He spoke lightly Justin pulled back to explain. “It's not about that. It's the history of a place that makes it. You can feel it here. I'd come and hide myself here, away from the world, alone and know I could stay here forever and no-one would ever find me.” “But you just brought me here.” Brian questioned with open curiosity. Justin shrugged and smiled softly, “There will never come a time where I won't want you to find me, Brian.” Brian stood stock-still for several long seconds. He found Justin’s simple, emotional honesty slightly shocking every time he was confronted by it. Justin seemed to feel so freely. His self-expression didn’t trap him or make him fear - it simply was and Brian could truly say that he admired the bravery it took to be so candid. “Come to me, Justin.” He stood very still as Justin turned to face him, his cocked head studying him with a bemused, crooked smile on his beautiful face as if he were contemplating Brian’s own thoughts. He laughed out loud, his eyes glowing and the odd sunbeams that broke through the crowded canopy overhead made him sparkle. Brian returned the smile but still waited for Justin to approach him. He studied the boy’s figure; his legs had breeches once again painted on, too tight… or just tight enough to show off the contours of every muscle. They were a pale yellowish tan, which Brian had to admit was his favourite colour on the boy. They looked like a second skin. Justin began to walk towards him, taking his time, anticipation growing between them. He didn’t stop until his thighs were pressed against Brian. He pushed his crotch up into Brian’s crotch, his hips aligned to his hips. His belly and chest pressed firmly against Brian, until they couldn’t get any closer to each other with their clothes between them. Brian’s hands wrapped themselves round his hips and lifted slightly as if to test the pressure between their hard cocks. Justin moaned faintly, eyelids fluttering as he raised his arms, wrapping his fingers round Brian’s wrists and then stroking up his forearms and biceps across his chest and then up again, to hook them round Brian’s shoulders. Justin stopped then. His body unmoving and still but for his chest, which moved in and out with every breath he took. He stared up at Brian’s face and willed him to make the first move, daring the man that held him, to kiss him. Brian’s nostrils flared and he felt his hair flutter in a sudden breeze. He tugged forward with his arms again, pulling Justin’s hips and grinding them against his own stiff cock. His hands stretched further in an attempt to hold on to an entire ass cheek in each palm and kneaded the strong muscles together making Justin’s eyes widen and his teeth bite his lips to suppress a moan. Brian grinned and felt the thrill of triumph rush through him, as if he had ever doubted his victory. Brian’s thumbs reached up and burrowed their way under Justin’s loose shirt, rubbing over his protruding hip bones and along the line of uncovered skin just above his constricting breeches. Neither of them knew which one of them moved first, but once Brian felt warm skin under his fingers, resistance was futile. Their mouths fastened together and hands began to move. Brian pulled at Justin’s shirt trying to free more of his skin from the limiting material. Justin’s hands buried themselves in Brian’s thick hair, cupping his skull and moaning low in his throat so that all that was felt was a slow, constant vibration that seemed to hum at his throat. They toppled onto the grass, the only thing that stopped them from hurting were Brian’s strong arms that caught them just before they hit the ground. Justin ended up underneath the length of Brian’s body, encircled in his arms. His shirt disappeared and he barely noticed. Only the bruising, tearing need of Brian’s insistent mouth as they feasted on each other’s tastes. Brian seemed to be doing all the work. Justin lay worthlessly incapable of anything. His only initiative was to stay as still as possible so as not to interrupt Brian, or make it difficult for Brian to take off his clothes, or make it difficult for Brian to find his mouth with his lips, or his nipples with his tongue, or his cock with his mouth or his ass with his cock. In Justin’s foggy brain the best way to achieve all these things was to stay as still as possible. So he stayed still, feet flat on the ground and his knees splayed out, arms to his side and head back so that if he wanted to Brian could suck on it… but only if he wanted to. He knew it wouldn’t be long until Brian wanted to. Brian had enough of clothing. He was going to burn it all so that Justin would never be dressed and around him at the same time. Justin was to be naked at all times in his presence so that whenever Brian reached out for him his palm would touch the welcoming heat of soft, bare skin. He knelt up in between Justin’s legs and started tugging at his boots. Justin grinned up at him foolishly and arched his hips up as if that would remind Brian to hurry. Brian had no need to be reminded. He was going as quickly as he could. His fingers fumbled at laces and buttons, stockings got thrown somewhere over his shoulder, as did Justin’s breeches and undergarments. He took off his own jacket, waistcoat and shirt, he was focused on his own breeches when he glanced down at Justin and realised he hadn’t even started taking off his shirt and waistcoat. “Justin.” “Hmmm?” “Get naked.” He said it like it was the most obvious demand in the world and as Justin pondered it dreamily he decided that it really was. Brian stood to take his boots off so that he could lose his breeches. He wanted both of them completely naked to all the elements. He had no desire for a quick, dirty fuck with his pants round his thighs, only just low enough to take his cock out. He wanted them both naked so that every inch of his bare skin could touch every inch of Justin’s. He’d lost his boots and was straightening to lower his breeches when he felt something soft nuzzle under his balls. He looked down to see Justin mostly naked but with his shirt and waistcoat still hanging off one arm as if he’d been in the process of taking it off but become distracted. He couldn’t imagine what it was that had distracted the boy but if his own cock in the youth’s mouth was anything to go by he was sure the distraction was rather worthwhile. Justin seemed to agree with him. He hummed and sucked around his hard shaft and Brian felt his knees begin to buckle. He pushed Justin off him and Justin fell back, sprawling on the grass and grinning stupidly up at him. Brian shook his head and rolled his eyes before falling to his knees and tugging the last of Justin’s remaining clothes off and throwing them to the side. “There you are.” He smiled and stared down at his prize. The soft, white skin glowed ethereal, tattooed with the shadowed movement of leaves and branches, radiated warmth and need. Brian ducked forward. He ran his hands up Justin’s sides and pressed his face into Justin’s belly. He heard Justin sigh and his hands reach out to cup the back of his head and brush his fingers though his hair as if willing Brian never to move from this position of worship. Brian breathed in deeply, Justin’s cock arching up towards him, hard and leaking and Brian inhaled the musky scent of sex and desire. He’d been craving this for weeks now. Ever since he couldn’t have it any more. Now he held everything he wanted in his arms and he didn’t know what to do with it first. Touch… then taste… and then finally he would take. Brian left not an inch of Justin’s body unexplored. His fingers would test the waters first, fluttering over hips and nipples, the pulse in Justin’s wrists and neck. He’d stroke with his palms and then with his tongue. He marked Justin’s body freely, leaving dark, red stains from Justin’s left shoulder, down over his left nipple until he reached his left hipbone. He made a path to his favourite part of Justin’s body; his tongue then tracing lightly along the crease where Justin’s crotch met his thigh until he could taste the boy’s perineum. Justin’s body was coated in a thin film of sweat. It tasted musky and hot and it made Brian’s palms slippery as they stroked up his pale chest and held his shoulders down as his tongue dipped into the tense, clenching hole and lost itself to pleasure in Justin’s flavour. Justin gasped and arched his back. His shoulders and hips pinned to the ground didn’t stop him from trying to shove his ass onto Brian’s tongue. What it did do was stop Brian from shoving his tongue up his ass. He groaned at the loss and reached out without purpose to try and grasp at his climax. Brian pulled away from him and he sighed as his body began to calm itself down. Justin’s eyes were barely open, his cheeks flushed and his nipples were hard, as was his prick. Brian grinned and knew then how he would spend the next half hour. He stretched himself out, his hard sex and heavy balls pressed against individual blades of grass that each seemed to taunt and tease to their own rhythm. His arms reached out on either side of Justin’s waist and the slim, pale legs cradled his torso on either side of his chest. Brian bent to the task of pleasuring Justin orally. A long time passed. Justin wasn’t sure how long but he knew that it was much longer than he wished and he knew that he had been telling Brian so for quite some time. Brian swallowed down his entire length again, Brian’s hands cradled Justin’s balls and measured how near release he was… and kept him just short of actually achieving that release. His head ached in a numb, dull sort of throb, which his entire body seemed to mimic. Each time he felt that rush of near completion begin to pour through his veins Brian would pull back. His muscles were slack and useless and his throat felt raw from begging. He’d been imploring Brian to fill his hole for too many minutes and he’d given in to Brian’s complete and utter control. It seemed that was what Brian had been waiting for. Brian lifted off the hard, dark, wet organ and glanced up Justin’s torso. Justin had his arms folded across his face as if to hide his eyes from the too bright lights that kept firing across his mind. He seemed to be humming a tuneless plea for mercy and Brian grinned and lifted his knees, tucking them under his chest as he bent to the task of making Justin spill. When Justin was screaming in the midst of his orgasm, eyes clenched shut, toes curling, arms flat on the ground to stead his arching back, Brian pushed his own cock into Justin's spasming asshole and began to hammer into his shuddering body. Justin cried out as Brian entered him, forcefully. His sensitive nerves firing out confusing signals of both pain and pleasure, stop and never stop. His cock hadn’t even finished gushing out its thick, milky fluid onto his chest before it was already gearing itself up for another climax. Justin’s arms circled Brian’s neck and brought his mouth down to his so that he could swallow his cries. His legs reached out to hook over Brian’s hips, his ankles crossing at the small of his back, tightening and restricting the length of Brian’s thrusts. Instead, Brian rocked into him, in ever-deepening plunges that never really left him, a constant barrage of pressure in his hot, dark passage that blazed numb chaos through his very being. Brian tore his mouth back from Justin’s lips, leaving him open-mouthed and gasping but he never stopped thrusting into the tight, willing body. “Did you dream of me, Justin? Did you? Those long nights you spent, cradled in the arms of long-lost beliefs. Your ass still virgin-tight, your mind still chaste and innocent of all the wicked things I've taught you. Did you dream of me then as you slept here safe and unspoilt?” Brian buried his fist in Justin’s long hair and pulled back so that Justin’s chin tilted up and he could look down, straight into his eyes. Justin moaned deliriously, head lolling from side to side, eyes fluttering open and staring blank and unseeing up at him. His voice softened into determined certainty, “I’ve ruined you now. You’ve been taken as much as any man can be taken. I’ve touched and kissed and sucked and fucked every inch of your perfect body. You’re mine now. No one else will ever be able to claim you as I have.” Justin sight remained blurred, his heart thudded, resounding in his chest. Words spilled off his tongue as he shivered in mindless abandonment. “Yours! Always yours, Brian. I can only ever belong to you.” Brian sighed in satisfied contentment and then couldn’t help but glare a bit as Justin looked up at him and added with sudden piercing clarity: “As you belong to me.” Brian made Justin pay for that observation. Plunging in much harder than Justin’s had been expecting him, making him scream again as he began to nail his prostate with each and every driving thrust. Justin could barley breathe with the fullness of it all, with the shuddering awe of their mating. His heart beat at the rhythm Brian set and nothing he could do would ever make it beat to a different song. It didn’t take either of them very long to reach their peak; Brian’s, because it was his first since they had begun and Justin’s, because Brian’s fist held his hard sex and was stroking him relentlessly as his hard prick fucked him to within an inch of his life. Brian was first, his essence shooting into Justin’s depths and coating his seizing muscles with his presence. Feeling the flood of wet heat triggered Justin’s orgasm, drowning him in trembling pleasure as his eyes fluttered and his body and mind exploded into oblivion. ----- “Justin.” Brian whispered over the curve of Justin’s cheek, his breath stroking over his delicate ear and through loose strands of messy, blond hair making them tremble as if caught in a gust of wind. “Hmmm?” It was more of a questioning moan than acknowledgment. “Are you awake?” Brian shifted his hips and his soft penis nearly slipped out of Justin’s body. “Nuhuhmm.” Justin denied wordlessly. But his hand moved down to cup one of Brian’s ass cheeks, pressing it up in silent demand, a refusal to allow Brian to abandon his temporary domicile. Brian couldn’t hide the smile that curled at his lips. “It's beginning to get dark.” “No it's not.” Brian felt wet lips press against the side of his face, just to the right of his mouth in a clumsy attempt to aim for his lips. “It is…” He insisted, “and we need there to be enough light so that we can find each item of clothing. I wasn’t paying much attention to exactly where each article landed.” “S’okay. If we stay here, we can stay naked.” “You’ll get cold.” Brian tried to reason. “Not if you don’t move.” Justin smirked, his eyes not even cracking open. “Justin.” Brian admonished as he nuzzled under the sharp angle of Justin’s jaw - he liked it there. “The quicker we dress, the quicker we dine, sleep and wake up. You can come to me tomorrow…. early, for we have a lot of work to do. All those plans we made, papers I signed, land I bought, I must see how it's working now, mustn’t I?” Justin wrapped his arms around his back and his fingers began to trace Brian’s spine. It soothed him and made him even more reluctant to move. He sighed and let the man go. He brought his feet back onto the grass, though they had both been much happier resting on the backs of Brian’s thighs and his arms travelled up the strong back, through his hair manoeuvring until his mouth found Brian’s. Justin sucked Brian’s tongue into his mouth and kissed him until he made Brian moan. Then he released him. It seemed that this time it was Brian who was reluctant to leave the comfort of Justin’s embrace. But he had more willpower than he knew what to do with. They dressed slowly. As Justin tugged on his breeches Brian’s hand got distracted by the white glow of the curve of his ass and just had to touch it. As Brian tried to find the neck and openings for his arms in his shirt, Justin had to suck on both of the man’s nipples and make Brian hiss. When they both looked presentable Brian noticed that Justin had his cravat draped round his neck and decided to tie the knot for the boy, whose mind had obviously melted during their urgent mating and was incapable of completing the task by himself. That delayed them for quite some time, as it seemed that when Brian positioned himself to knot the length of cloth Justin was just the right height to nuzzle, lick and taste his neck. Which then became his jaw and then Brian made the mistake of looking down which left his mouth completely vulnerable to attack… which Justin took advantage of immediately. They walked back towards their horses together. Brian had his arms wrapped around Justin’s chest and yet again their progress was slow. They were in no hurry to quit each other’s company, especially after such a long absence. They made promises for the morrow and finally, the sun almost gone they each went off in the direction of home.