Justin found himself naked in bed a few hours later hardly knowing how he got himself there. He could scarcely remember what he had eaten for dinner, let alone taking his clothes off and putting himself to bed. He sat up and rearranged all his pillows behind him so that he could sit comfortably while he thought.
He felt… oddly hollow as if the deed in which he had been a participant had emptied him of something important that had not yet been replaced. He was extremely aware that he knew nothing about this… these sexual acts. He was barely knowledgeable of what one did with women let alone men. The little he knew of what happened between men and women was garnered from the other boys his age boasting of their conquests or the gossiping females, who debated the respective failures and successes of their own men.
He frowned and moved his legs so that he could sit cross-legged on the bed and rest his elbows on his knees. Brian had brushed him off without a thought. It made him feel cheated of something, like a town whore who hadn’t been paid for her efforts – as if he had given something valuable away and its’ value had barely been acknowledged.
Justin got up and made his way to the window of his room, looking out onto the streets of London, watching the stillness of the encroaching night. He wouldn’t permit himself to be taken advantage of. If he let himself to be pitied he would be a person worth pitying. He frowned, annoyed with the fact that his thoughts were as jumbled up as his heart.
The one thing he was certain of was that he knew nothing and if he allowed himself to be easily manipulated and trampled over there would be no reason for Brian to take him seriously. Justin felt as if his entire future rested upon this one decision. He either let himself be led or became an active part of this equation - of which he readily admitted he knew very few of the components. He didn’t want to be weak. It wasn’t who he was in essence; he had always stood up for himself. Justin was proud and he had every right to be.
His decision partly made, he now had to think of a way to level the playing field. He wanted to surprise the man, to tempt him yet still be just out of reach. The only problem was that he was too eager to be seduced and he knew it would take very little effort on Brian’s part to persuade him to give in.
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After abandoning Justin in his study Brian had gone swiftly to the club. He had handed over the pile of letters to Alasdair who was proficient at solving encryptions. Alasdair had been thrilled to have something challenging to do and had been almost disappointed when Brian had told him that the cipher had already been solved and all he needed was the translations. They had spent the better part of five hours deciphering the twelve or so letters that he had in his possession.
Now it was two, maybe three in the morning and he was anxious to get to bed. While he sat waiting for his carriage to arrive home Brian contemplated the evenings’ proceedings. Justin was doubtlessly supremely curious now. Irritated too at having been abandoned in such a way. Brian smiled to himself. The night had been a success after all. Justin had succumbed to him – in a manner of speaking. Even though technically he had been left unsatisfied, his own frustration somehow paled in comparison to having Justin wanton and begging in his arms.
They arrived and once he had been let into the house and handed over his hat and coat Brian made his way to his quarters. Whilst he stood in his room as he slowly divested himself of his clothing, he found himself staring at the door, which was supposed to lead to his late wife’s chambers. It had been locked for a very long time now and he had the sudden urge to see if he could find the key. He shuffled through the drawers in his small writing desk, looking for it, at the same time taking off his cravat. He hated having to wear it; ever since he was a child it had been nothing but a nuisance. All that white cloth tied around his neck was suffocating and it was always the first thing he took off.
He found the key buried at the back of the smallest drawer, the last one he had looked in. It was obvious that he had wanted to lose the thing last time he had hidden it. Well… he was glad he had found it now. He walked towards the door, slid the key into its’ lock and twisted it. It barely made a sound as he turned the knob and pushed the door open.
He entered, taking his candle with him and approached the large bed in the middle of the room. The drapes that hung from the bed were not drawn and he could see Justin, in the glow of candlelight, lying tangled amongst his sheets. It was warm in the room and the hair at Justin’s temple was dark with sweat. Brian could barely contain his automatic desire to brush away the strands from the boy’s face.
He had a meeting early the next morning and he probably wouldn’t see Justin until evening or late afternoon. He smiled to himself as he thought of a way to mark his presence. He went back into his rooms and shuffled through his things searching for something. Once he found what he was looking for he snatched up a quill and quickly left Justin a note. Then he returned to Justin’s bedside and placed it on the small table to his left. He opened one of the windows to allow some fresh air into the room and throwing a last glance over his shoulder; he left and shut the door behind him.
He stared a while at the big brass key that he had used to open the door. His hand rested lightly on it until finally he dropped it to his side. The decision was made to leave the key in the door and he got rapidly ready for bed, leaving the door closed but unlocked behind him.
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When Justin opened his eyes the next morning the light shone through his open window and the smells of London were beginning to make their presence known. He got up and shuffled over, yawning to close it. Looking out he realised it was extremely early. It was going to be a lovely day and he was eager to be dressed and to wake Gus so that they could go to the park for the morning.
More awake now, he made his way to the china bowl to wash and brush his teeth. He tugged on his drawers and breeches and started looking for the rest of his clothing. It seemed that last night he had left everything lying about in the most horrendous disarray. He was tugging on his shirt when he noticed that there was something on his nightstand, which had not been there when he had gone to sleep the night before. He approached it slowly, eyeing it warily and then turned himself all the way around to assure himself that there was no one in the room. He sat down on the edge of his bed and picked it up carefully.
It was a thin pamphlet, just a few pages long. Both cover and back were strangely devoid of any writing or image to indicate what it was. He flicked through it and his breath caught in his lungs and his heart stopped as he caught a glimpse of a sketch on the last page. He snapped the book shut and looked up quickly as if to assure himself again of his own seclusion. Reassured Justin turned to the first page again and realised that there was a note written in a careful and beautifully fluid hand.
‘A contribution to the arts, for your research! B’
The first thing that entered his mind was that Brian was giving him something, a gift of some kind. The second thing was suspicion because if Brian was giving him something it was probably, most definitely wicked and the third thing was –
“He was in my room.” Justin barely whispered. He looked at the window and realised that he hadn’t opened it last night before going to bed. His heart beat faster and he decided that he needed to get a good look at the drawing that he had glimpsed on that last page.
It was not a very good print; some of the lines were blurry especially near the edges. But Justin could easily make out the dark lines that made up the bodies of the two men who were depicted in the illustration. Justin’s breath caught as he gazed at the crude renderings. The sketch was of two men seen from a higher perspective and looking down, as if the artist had been sitting at the head of the bed. One could only see the crown of the first man’s head and the profile of his face as if the artist had caught him, his head thrown back in the midst of passion. The rest of his body was laid out with his legs hanging down off the foot of the bed while the second man stood between them. Both men were naked, their sex standing dark and proud against their stomachs. The second man was fully displayed, facing the artist but his gaze focused on the cock he held in his hands.
Justin shut the book quickly and carefully stood up, the sheaf of papers clutched to his chest. He crept over to Gus’s room and peered in hoping that Gus was still sound asleep. He was, so he inched the door shut leaving only the smallest of gaps. Justin then made his way to his door so that he could lock it but when he turned the key he realised that it was already locked and it made him pause, his brow furrowed in confusion. Suddenly his eyes widened and he turned slowly until he faced the third door, which he had tried the first day he had slept in here. His heart began to beat rapidly as he realised what it was for, ‘for the Lord to visit his Lady wife’. He froze not knowing what this meant.
After staring at the unmoving door for sometime as if it would reveal some great secret, his thwarted anticipation got the better of him and he moved towards his bed. He made himself comfortable amongst his pillows and opened the book to its first page of text and began to read.
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It was evening by the time Brian returned home just in time for dinner. He went to his rooms to change and wash off the grime of the day. As he stood, shirtless before a large china bowl he sighed his frustration. He placed his hands on the table on either side of the basin and dunked his entire head into the warm water. Grabbing the towel he kept on hand he dried his face and reflected on everything that had occurred today.
The letters were obvious correspondence between his mole and a ‘lady’ in Paris, although truthfully his ‘lady’ could in all possibility be a man or a one legged donkey. All he knew was that; his mole went under the name Monsieur Espion, that hidden within the letters were the positions of three of his best agents, one of which had been Freddie, and that there were at least five new French agents already sequestered away somewhere on English soil. Although truth-be-told he wouldn’t be a very good spymaster if he didn’t suspect that the French already had agents in England. He knew that they did. He knew who six of them were but these were five new ones, who had been placed recently and it made him worry. The war was supposed to be coming to a close. What was the necessity of going to the trouble of placing five new agents?
He slammed his hand against one of the posts of his bed – it hurt. He was hardly closer to finding his mole and now he had a whole new set of problems. He had spent the afternoon with Alasdair reassigning positions in France, calling Jonathan and Conwell back to England and then trying to see if they could try and locate any spies that could be amongst them.
It had been a long and tiring day and he felt as if nothing had been accomplished. He began to get dressed hoping that a night of flirtation would put him in a better mood. He almost smiled when he remembered that he had left Justin a present last night. He couldn’t wait to see whether the boy would mention it or not. Whether he would blush and duck his head in avoidance or tilt his chin up and face him.
He rushed down the stairs tying the knot in his cravat. He decided to get a drink before entering the dining room. As he opened the sitting room door he saw a dark back and blond hair swing around to face him. It made him pause for a second but once he registered Justin’s presence he continued to make his way towards his drinks cabinet. He retrieved a decanter and gestured to Justin silently asking him if he too wanted a drink. Justin nodded his assent and made his way towards him, retrieving the glass from his hand.
Brian walked towards the fireplace and lent against the mantelpiece with his glass in his hand. He took a sip then looked back at Justin who hadn’t moved from where he was standing. Brian noticed that Justin was eyeing him and tried to prevent a smirk from emerging.
Justin had been surprised when Brian had invaded his small sanctum. He liked to sit in here before dinner to avoid bumping into Brian accidentally. He had accepted his drink and when Brian had turned to walk towards the mantle his eyes had been drawn towards his figure.
Brian was clad in the short ankle shoes, which were worn when a person was not expecting to go out in the evenings. He was not wearing his accustomed black breeches – for Justin refused to use the word pantaloon, it offended his practical sensibilities. Brian’s long legs were wrapped in soft tanned breeches, his tails were a green so dark and intense that Justin’s fingers itched to replicate it.
After some minutes of examining the form that was presented Justin noticed Brian’s hips turn to face him and his eyes automatically lowered and traced the folding material that fell and hugged the man’s sex. Realising that no conversation had been shared yet Justin lifted his gaze and met the raised eyebrow of his companion.
The silence began to unnerve him and Justin felt inclined to break it, “Were my instructions of any help to you? Did you finish translating those letters?”
Brian took another sip before replying, “Yes, thank you. Your help was greatly appreciated. I returned late last night. Those letters took the better part of five hours to decipher.”
Justin stared back at him impassively, “I would have helped.”
“There are some things that you are better off not knowing.” Brian replied seriously
“I thought you fully supported my fascination with acquiring knowledge.” Justin’s lips curved up in a small smile and gazed up at him through his lashes in that way he had that reminded Brian of decadence and innocence simultaneously and made the blood sing in his veins.
“Of course, knowledge in any form is well worth exploring in all its depths.” Brian paused, willing Justin to lift his gaze again. Once Justin looked up he decided to explore his reaction to the small gift he had given him. “What did you think of it?”
It took a moment for Justin to realise what it was that Brian was referring to and it was more the wicked light in Brian’s eyes that gave it away. “It was… vague, attempting to paint me an ambiguous impression of the possibility that there’s probably something worthwhile that I do not know. But I was aware of that after all - ‘True knowledge exists in knowing you know nothing’ Socrates.” Justin paused briefly then he grinned and said, “I enjoyed it very much – your gift.”
“It wasn’t a gift. I was letting you borrow it briefly for research.”
Justin grinned slyly, “Oh well if it was for research… as you have obviously taken the position of being my tutor… I may ask you some pertinent questions, no?” Brian blinked rapidly then tried to hide his surprised elation by taking a large swallow of his drink.
“I was curious… I always assumed that umm… intercourse could only occur between a man and a woman. Now I understand that it may also be between two men… so two people must be involved, am I right?”
“Not necessarily, more than two may be involved if there is the want for it.” Brian retorted casually hoping to throw him off balance.
“More…? Than two…? I do not understand the logistics.” Justin argued with unsuppressed curiosity.
“Since you can barely comprehend the logistics between two I think it is safe to assume that any more than that number can, for the moment, be left for another time.” Justin blushed with the proof of his ignorance but his eyes did not lose their curious light.
“And also I was wondering…” he began again eagerly.
Brian interrupted him calmly, “Justin there is time.”
“But in the picture – it wasn’t very good, the picture that is – they were doing what I… we…” Justin blushed and couldn’t find the words to describe what he meant but he was sure that Brian knew what he was talking about. Brian’s eyes got a far away look in them as if he were remembering. “Is that all there is? After that is it finished?” his nose wrinkled with curiosity and he tilted his head expectantly.
Brian stepped closer so that Justin had to look up at him and in a low, husky voice he countered Justin’s fear and then increased them tenfold. “Justin, sex is never finished. There’s always something else, something more, something different. It's never over, there’s always something new – new peaks to reach, more pleasure to attain.”
Justin’s voice hitched and he blinked once, slowly and licked his lips. In the distance he heard someone knock on the door. The sound echoed through the room and Brian took a step back, casually as the door opened and a servant walked in to usher them to dinner.
Dinner was a strange affair. Justin was tense throughout, brimming with curiosity but unable to pose any questions due to the presence of the servants. Brian was polite and distantly amused, unwilling to quench any of Justin’s inquisitiveness. Justin went to bed unsatisfied. He felt restless. His body throbbed with anticipation. His fingers itched.
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Brian woke early, as was his wont and knew immediately that something was different. He sat up quickly and his gaze took inventory round his room until it landed on his writing desk where he noticed his inkstand had been moved and now stood holding down a piece of paper.
He got out of bed and made his way towards it unashamedly naked, running his fingers through his hair. He lifted the inkwell off the sheet and stared down at it in astonishment.
It was a sketch, firm lines and beautifully rendered with soft pastels to occasionally hint at colour. A naked boy, viewed from the back, his upper body turned slightly so that the youth could look over his shoulder, directly at the artist, Brian imagined. But it was a self-portrait; long slim legs with a light dusting of hair, skilfully drawn as his legs swelled into a perfectly plump ass. The curve of his back, the vertebrae in the spine occasionally visible as it arched, one dark nipple barely discernible. Justin had coloured in a faint blush in his cheeks – both sets – and Brian could see where light reflected off his shoulder. It was a serious face; his mouth barely curved in to a smile a faint tinge of blue in his piercing gaze as his eyes peeked out from under his lashes, his pout painted red.
Along the bottom of the page was written, ‘I am a much better artist and significantly more attractive! J’
“So you are.” Brian murmured as his fingers carefully traced the edges of the sheet he held. Quickly making up his mind he propped the sketch up against his desk, washed and got dressed and barged into Justin’s room without a care for silence.
“Get up. I thought I was taking you shopping. It won't be possible if you laze the day away in bed.” Justin sat up rapidly and peered about tired and bleary eyed from the middle of his bed. When their eyes finally made contact Justin yawned and he blushed. He tried to hide his flushed cheeks raising a hand to his face to rub the sleep out of his eyes. Brian eyed the boy’s strong, pale chest, imagining what it would be like when he finally stroked the soft skin and sucked on those dark nipples and wandered whether Justin slept in the nude.
Justin shook his head gently to clear it and then spoke, “I am not quite awake yet. What is it that you said? Is Gus crying?” Justin moved his hand to the top of the sheets that covered him, to pull them back and get out of bed but froze his hand hovering.
“You need to dress for we are going to go and meet my tailor. Jane will worry about Gus this morning. You are a free man and you are mine for the day.” Brian’s smirk crept up as he saw Justin stop and his breathing quicken. Justin’s eyes flew up to his face, slight panic evident as he realised he was completely naked and that Brian didn’t seem to be leaving. With a conscious effort he slowed his heartbeat and tried to think of a way that the next few minutes of his life could proceed without him demonstrating any fear, nerves or his desperate shame in front of Brian.
Justin crossed his legs and rested his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands, in the hope that it would buy him some time. Brian watched as Justin’s large blue eyes pinned him down and blinked innocently and inquiringly up at him.
Finally Brian crossed his arms in front of his chest and raised an eyebrow casually, waiting, challenging.
Justin’s eyes narrowed and he glared. He felt like sticking his tongue out in a most childish way, Brian was annoying. Painting on a highly superior and carefully blank expression on his face he clutched at the other corner of his sheets, the one furthest from Brian, and slowly folded it down. Swinging his legs out of bed and trying his best not to blush, or look at Brian, or die of mortification, he strolled towards the wardrobe as quickly as he could. He tried to do this without making it appear that he was in a hurry and tried his best to use the bed as cover to partially hide his nakedness.
It hit Brian, moments before it happened that Justin was taking up his challenge and throwing down a gauntlet of his own. His heartbeat stuttered in surprise. His gaze swept over the tight pale body that was revealed to him and he quickly flicked a look at Justin’s face, assessing him. It took all his self-control not to sweep the boy off his feet, dunk his ass back into bed and have his way with him.
God he was beautiful. His mind ran away with scenarios; Justin naked and under him, Justin naked and riding him, Justin with Brian’s tongue up his ass, Justin on the floor, on the bed, bent over his desk. Justin all pale, white, smooth skin and large blue eyes glazed with lust. He wanted him spread out for him and to spend hours running his hands over the soft, supple flesh.
But it wasn’t time yet so he settled for moving towards the bed and propping himself on one of the posts that held up the beds' canopy. He watched silently as Justin began to tug on his clothing. As he was putting on his shirt he paused as if he had just remembered something. Justin turned slightly towards the washstand and then flicked his gaze towards him, making eye contact and finally blushing. He closed his eyes as if his strength and the courage it took to attempt being brazen and outwardly sexual had run out. He walked towards the basin and dipped his hands into the clean water. He brushed his teeth and then grabbing the scented women’s soap from the side of the basin he began to wash.
Brian’s breath hitched as he focused on the water, which threaded through Justin’s fingers, the shirt which gaped and exposed Justin’s skin as he bent over to wash. His ass clad in those too small breeches which Brian adored but was about to go and replace. He couldn’t resist walking over towards him. Justin had done the work all morning, been bold, defiant then stood up to him. Now Brian could give him something in return.
Brian approached him from behind just as Justin bent over the water and raised his hands to his face, water trickling through his fingers. He aligned their bodies and pressed himself against Justin’s ass, curling his hands over his hips. Justin gasped, jerking his pelvis forward in reaction to Brian’s closeness and his upper torso sprung up to stand taut and straight against him.
Water began to drip down his body and Brian ducked his head so that he could brush his lip over the curve of his right shoulder and up his neck, taking in Justin’s scent and proximity. Justin gasped and moaned, tilting his head to automatically give Brian more access. Brian smiled secretly at this simple admittance and, letting go of one of Justin’s hips, reached over to pick up the hand towel so that Justin could dry himself.
Justin felt so completely overwhelmed by the heat of his emotions. His elation and fear, hope and despair, a study of contradictions boiling over, leaving him numb and receptive. His heart beating loud and heavy was all he could hear, the brush of lips along the curve of his neck, all he felt. Brian’s lips sucking gently at the pulse in his throat, his tongue tickling over the skin and when it stopped sound rushed back and the loss of those lips were all he could feel.
Justin stared ahead taking inventory and breathing heavily. He savoured the uneven feeling of layered material against his back, warm breath across his cheek, hard cock against his ass. He closed his eyes and turned around within Brian’s hold. He looked up hesitantly, raising one of his hands to rub his fingers along a dark cheekbone and waited.
Brian didn’t move, didn’t breathe as Justin’s eyes flickered over his face, tracing every part of it as if he were attempting to memorise it. Raising the hand that held the towel he began to dry Justin’s neck and then finally, gently he ran the material over his cheeks and across his brow, Justin’s eyes closing as he passed over them. Once Justin was dry Brian dropped the towel to the floor and stood still.
Hesitant to break the silence Justin finally asked quietly, “Why don’t you kiss me?”
Brian looked at him intently as he replied, “Because you need to decide that you want me to. You want me to kiss you and in doing so take away your choice and I cannot do that. An dtuigeann tú? (Do you understand?)”
“I understand.” Brian blinked back his surprise that Justin had managed to comprehend the meaning of his Gaelic words.
“When you’ve decided what it is you want, you know where to find me.” Brian turned to go, taking a slow step away. Justin’s hand traced down the side of his face, across his shoulder and down the length of his arm as he turned. When he reached his hand, at the last possible moment Justin clutched it tightly and pulled Brian back towards him. Raising himself up on his toes, placing one arm across the top of Brian’s back and the other cupping the back of his head he pulled him down to meet his lips.
Brian’s surprise allowed Justin the opportunity to explore the depths of his mouth. The kiss was hard and fervent but slow, an exploration, a discovery. Justin tasted and savoured and moaned with the intimacy. Brain’s hands returned to Justin’s hips, clutching at the loose material there and jerking him towards him. As their kiss deepened, tongues warring for space and dominance, Brian’s hand crept up Justin’s back until he was cupping his head. He pulled back and sucked on Justin’s soft lower pout as Justin’s tongue poked out and traced the outline of the curve of Brian’s upper lip.
Finally Brian pulled back, opening his eyes and watching Justin as his eyelashes fluttered in pleasure. “What was that for?” Brian whispered as he watched Justin’s eyes open and the deep blue peek out from under his lashes.
“To aid me with my decision.” Justin flushed with heat and shame, his heart beating wildly as he fixated on the movement of Brian’s lips, dark, red and wet. Justin continued to crave them.
Brian shook his head in confounded amusement, “Hurry up. I'll be waiting in the carriage.” Brian turned and left briskly. Leaving Justin standing alone half dressed, to regroup.
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The carriage ride had been silent. Each of them lost in their own thoughts. Brian’s had little to do with Justin and a lot to do with work and Justin’s had everything to do with Brian and nothing else. Once they arrived at Old Bond Street where the best tailor in London resided, Schweitzer and Davidson, Brian prepared to grant his complete attention to their venture.
Schweitzer was an elderly man, a relation of the original and though he always supervised the dressing of his best clients, such as Lord Talbot, it was a younger boy, a grandson or nephew who took Justin’s measurements. As Justin was sequestered away in the fitting rooms Brian discussed colours and materials with the old man. When Justin finally emerged between them they decided how many of each item they would need.
“Linen shirts and cravats we shall get at the seamstress. You need waistcoats, tailcoats and pantaloons. You should wear blues at all times although your pantaloons will likely be in different shades of browns, blue and black if you’re feeling particularly morose…” Brian trailed off in thought.
“You think I should have pantaloons fitted?” Justin asked curiously
“Yes” Brian replied as he searched through the materials that he thought would best flatter the blond beauty he was dressing.
“Why? They sound awfully… billowy… almost puffy, as if a gust of air could whisk me away on all the extra material.” Justin joked lightly enjoying the simple trivialities of the day. Brian’s exasperated sigh was heard and acknowledged by the old man who shook his head, amused by the young boy’s antics. He then turned to follow his protégé so that he could double check all his measurements leaving Brian and Justin alone.
Brian turned to look at him, “Pantaloons are tighter then breeches.” He said as he lent back against the wall to watch Justin.
“But my breeches are already tight.” Justin stated with a furrowed brow as he turned his back towards the mirror and looked over his shoulder in an attempt to see his ass.
Brian huffed his laughter and took the opportunity to look Justin over while Justin’s own concentration was fixed temporarily on himself in the mirror. Brian noticed the similarities between Justin’s position in the mirror and his stance in that sketch he had given him this morning. Sadly there were some obvious and disappointing disparities between the two, one of which was that at the moment Justin seemed overdressed. Brian’s eyes darkened with lust as he pictured Justin naked, remembering the flashes he had glimpsed a scant hour ago before Justin began to get dressed this morning.
“Tight!” Brian acquiesced “You need not worry about drawing my attention to that particular fact. I am very, very aware of it. But they are still breeches. If you get pantaloons they will be just as tight but more comfortably so.” Brian’s voice was husky and Justin tensed for a moment, inhaling sharply before turning slowly to look at him. Justin’s eyes widened when he noticed the intensity of the look, which he was receiving and his breathing quickened.
“I…” he began but stopped when Brian began to approach slowly and to speak in hushed tones as if he were trying not to scare away his prey.
“You looked for a moment just like you did in that sketch you drew for me. The same position as you looked over your shoulder to make sure your ass was beautifully clad in your too old and too tight breeches. It made me regret taking you shopping. Now you will have new clothes in which to hide all that skin from me.” Justin stood unmoving and tense as Brian stood close, but not touching. He shut his eyes and took in his scent. He was too young and too easily stimulated to play these games. He did not know how to control his desires yet. He looked up imploringly at Brian, hoping to convince him to stop playing with him, at least not in public where his shame was greater and his desire for some unknown reason intensified.
Brian nodded his acknowledgement and put some distance between them. Justin responded with a shy gratified smile and it was enough. The tailors returned with the first set of clothing and all their concentration returned to the matters at hand.
After a few hours of immersing themselves in clothes with assurances that the first of their purchases would be sent on the morrow, Brian and Justin returned to the house.
As they sat opposite each other contemplating the day within the crowded confines of the closed carriage, Justin’s barely contained excitement was evident. Suddenly he asked, “Do you think I need to cut my hair?”
“No!” Brian said sharply then winced at his exclamation. A corner of Justin’s mouth curved up in amusement at Brian’s outburst and Brian hurried to explain himself. “You are lucky that longer hair is in fashion at the moment but even if it were not I would not allow it.”
Justin raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow and responded casually while he fingered a piece of cloth. “You would not allow it? I was not aware that it was your decision to make.” Brian returned his gaze intently and suddenly lent forward raising one of his hands. Justin didn’t flinch as Brian’s fingers began to play with the strands of hair that fell over his ears.
Their gazes met again and in a low voice, which made Justin shiver Brian requested, “Don’t cut it… as a favour… for me.” Brian’s fingers fell and began to trace along his jaw and over his lips until his thumb was rubbing along the seam where his lips parted. Instinctively Justin’s tongue flickered out to taste this foreign flavour and new pressure. Flicking over the meaty flesh of Brian’s thumb until he opened his mouth and his lips gathered around, to suck in the appendage.
Brian’s breath caught in his chest as he watched those soft pink lips move over the tip of his thumb in innocent exploration, which easily became heady wantonness. Brian’s palm curved over Justin’s soft cheek and his fingers tangled in his hair. Brian’s other hand grabbed his waist and he pulled Justin towards him hauling him on to his lap and kissing him.
Justin found himself suddenly straddling Brian’s thighs, kissing, Brian’s thumb caught between their mouths as both their tongues sucked and licked, tantalised, tortured and teased. Brian’s other hand stroked his side until it finally came to rest under one of his ass cheeks and pulled him closer, making Justin lose his breath and moan.
Justin dislodged Brian’s hand as he placed both his arms around Brian’s neck and tugged him closer, deepening the kiss. Wet heat, Brian’s scent and the pulsing erection, which Justin could feel under him, so close to his own allowed Justin to immerse himself in sensations. He began to subtly shift his hips, his balls rubbing Brian’s cock through the tight material of their clothing. Both Brian’s hands were filled with his firm muscled buttocks. Brian kneaded and his fingers ran over Justin’s crack through the fabric. The barely felt caress tickled and taunted making Justin’s body tremble. Their pleasure was peaking when Brian pulled back.
“Why’d you stop?” Justin asked breathless, confused and aching as Brian pushed him back in to his seat.
“Carriage stopped. We are home.” He stated, “Try and control your breathing. It sounds as if you ran behind the carriage instead of riding in it.” Brian berated gently and then laughed softly as Justin blushed. “Now you just look guilty. Take a deep breath.” Brian instructed, placing one of his hands over Justin’s heart as if the pressure would encourage it to slow its rhythm.
Justin pushed him off. “If you want me to slow my breathing and take the heat from my body then you cannot touch me.” he exclaimed, almost annoyed with the effect the man had on him but his body too excited to mean it. The carriage door opened and Brian took one look back as he stepped out. Justin took a deep breath and followed him into the outside air hoping that the cooler temperatures would help tone down his flush and help shrink his cock to a more tolerable hardness.