The return of the master of the house and his guest after their shopping trip heralded a lot of activity amongst the household servants. Both men called for their baths to be filled and Justin went upstairs immediately, trailed by one of the footmen with the hot water. 

Brian followed Justin up the stairs to his own rooms some minutes later after having checked his study for any correspondence that may have arrived in his absence. Upon entering his rooms Brian was already unknotting his cravat when he caught a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye. Leisurely approaching the door that separated their rooms he noticed that it wasn’t shut properly. Brian pushed the door open slowly so that it wouldn’t make any noise and so that sudden movement wouldn’t draw Justin’s attention. He crossed his ankles and relaxed against the doorframe, watching the occupant of the room.

Justin was standing barefoot, with his back to him. He had already removed his tails and waistcoat and they were casually laid over the back of a chair. His hands seemed to be fiddling at his neck when finally he sighed his relief and unravelled his cravat. Pulling on one end until his arm was outstretched the length of white material held between Justin’s hand and neck finally floated down, free. He was taking his linen shirt off, the material gradually rising, revealing his soft pale skin when Brian decided to make his presence known.

“The open door, does it mean something?” Justin spun round at the sound of Brian’s voice and found him propped up on the doorframe, his arms folded across his chest, watching him intently. 

“I hadn’t realised it was open.” Justin answered hastily but then, taking note of Brian’s casual pose he calmed.

“I shall leave you then.” Brian replied lightly turning to hide his grin when, as he had expected Justin hurriedly stopped him.

“No, I… I did not mean that you had to leave.” Brian turned back

“You want me to stay then?” Brian asked, reverting his attention back to where he wanted it. Justin stood rigidly, unsure of how to respond, all possible answers having suddenly fled from his mind.

Brian waited. He knew that unless Justin pointedly asked him to go he would be viewing a youthful body in but a few moments. He ventured further into the dressing room and made his way over to a corner of the room where he knew Elisabeth had left perfumes that she used for her bath last time she had visited. He examined them knowing that Justin was watching him intently but taking his silence as permission. Making his choice Brian turned towards the hot bath and met the blue-eyed gaze that was directed at him. Without losing eye contact he poured his selection of oils into the hot water.

Justin’s breath hitched audibly and Brian smiled softly as he returned the small bottles to their previous positions. “I can help you undress, if you need.” Justin remained silent and his anxiety increased as Brian began to approach him. 

Slowly, as if he were attempting to stroke a frightened animal Brian’s hands rose. Barely touching he began to undo the four buttons that held the flap of Justin’s breeches up. Justin stared up at him his eyes wide and slightly apprehensive. His lips parted so that he could breathe easier, his breath escaping in shuddering, half pants. 

Brian made sure that he touched Justin as little as possible. He was reluctant to push him too far. He couldn’t risk making Justin so nervous that he’d call the whole thing off. No matter how much he wanted to kiss those lips, stroke that chest or place his hands round that slender neck he would not force the boy.

As steam rose from the bath the smells from the oils that Brian had added to the water began to infuse the air. Brian hooked a finger into Justin’s remaining clothes, on either side of his hips and began to pull everything down in one go until he knelt before his guest, his gaze never wavering from Justin’s face.

Justin’s lips felt so dry that his tongue peeked out to sweep its moisture over his lips. He felt a pressure at his ankle and he lifted one foot in reaction and felt his breeches being removed from one leg. Then he lifted the other until he stood naked once again in front of Brian. Unlike this morning, this time it felt completely different. Even though Brian’s gaze had not left his face, had not lowered to sweep down over his body, Justin felt as if he were completely on display. 

Brian stood up and brought both his hands up to curve over Justin’s cheeks, a thumb swept back and forth over his parted lips. After a moment it finally dipped into Justin’s mouth and was met with heat and wet tongue. Brian drew back and rubbed his now wet thumb over Justin’s dry lips, the movement was enough to return Justin to his reality. His heart beat again and he could hear and feel Brian’s breath across his face. Brian’s hands dropped and he took a step back, tilting his head towards the bath.

Justin finally broke the stare that they had been holding and glanced towards the tub. Without looking back he approached it. Lifting one leg he let it drop over the edge testing the water as he lowered it in. He hissed as the heat made itself known but it was tolerable so he lifted his other leg in. Feeling pressure on his shoulders he lowered himself into the hot water.

Brian had watched as Justin got into the bath, the expanse of creamy skin, blond hair and his beautiful ass making his mouth water with desire. He took off his waistcoat and undid a few of the buttons on his linen shirt and rolled up his sleeves. He approached Justin from behind aligning their bodies but allowing no contact. Lifting his hands he stroked the air up along Justin’s legs, over his hips and waist, over his arms until finally he let them rest on his shoulders and pressed down so that Justin would sit in the heat of his bath.

Brian knelt down behind him on the padded kneeling block which the servants used to protect their knees whilst they washed their masters. For Brian the advantage was twofold for the block meant that he was taller kneeling than he would have been, easier for kissing or reaching lower, farther.

His voice hushed and tense, Justin tried to voice his unease. “It is not right that you – My Lord – should cater and kneel to me.” He decided to dwell on the simple breach of propriety - a Baron kneeling down for a common youth - to distract himself from the fact that he was naked in front of another man. A man who was bent on seducing him, a man who induced within him the most desperate conflict. 

“Lay back.” Brian spoke softly pulling him back until Justin’s head rested on the rim of the tub beside Brian’s right shoulder. Brian began to stroke his fingers along Justin’s jaw. As Brian’s fingers traced over Justin’s delicate features his eyes scanned the rest of Justin’s body, which was so openly displayed before him. His attention returned to Justin’s face and he noticed that his eyes were shut as if he were afraid of what he would see or feel if he opened them. Justin’s legs were bent up slightly in an attempt at modesty. His hands lay within the vicinity of his sexual organs in an attempt to conceal himself without blatantly covering. His body was coated in a sheen of moisture, a mixture of steam and sweat and Brian couldn’t resist bending down to trace his tongue up from his collar bone to his jaw savouring the salty mixture. Justin gasped and his lips parted.

Curving his fingers under Justin’s chin Brian forced his head up, tilting it towards him, their lips meeting in a bruising open-mouthed kiss. Justin’s right arm came up behind him to grip at Brian’s head, to pull him in closer.

Brian pulled back and Justin’s eyes fluttered open and gazed at him waiting for whatever occurred next. Brian took the opportunity to look over Justin’s body once again now that it had been left uncovered when Justin had lifted his arms. Justin’s cock was mostly hard, anticipation and that one kiss having played their part. But it was not yet at that point of hardness, which could so easily be attained in youth. Hardness that could not be ignored, that demanded attention.

Brian lent over and picked up the sponge and soap that was kept on the lip of the tub. Dipping it in to the hot water he rubbed them together until he had worked up a nice lather and began to wash down Justin’s chest. Justin gasped with the first contact of the soft sponge on his skin.

Brian’s left arm stroked Justin’s chest, and over his nipples whilst his right hand played with the short hairs at the back of Justin’s neck. The long blond hair flowed over his hand as his fingers threaded through and pulled occasionally at a strand just so that he could hear the quick intake of breath that usually followed. 

As Brian’s attentions continued down Justin’s sides and up again to the pits of his arms, which were sensitive, Justin kept his eyes closed. Brian returned to his chest and started to wash in a circular pattern, each circle getting larger, and inching lower on his abdomen. Every pass of the sponge over his nipples made it harder to contain his whimpers. Justin shifted his hips higher in the hope that it would shorten the length of time it took for Brian to descend all the way down his front, water lapped at the sides of the bath as a result of his movement, wetting Brian’s sleeve.

When Brian finally reached his target he dropped the sponge and picked up the soap making Justin wait again and making him moan in frustration. When his hands were sufficiently soaped he lowered his arm and slowly started to wash Justin’s genitals. Paying close attention to his balls, pulling at them till Justin gasped and grabbed his wrist and half-heartedly attempted to pull him back. His hand ventured even lower and briefly rubbed soapy fingers along the crack of Justin’s ass and swept over the knot of flesh he found there. 

Brian, not yet prepared to introduce Justin to those particular pleasures, continued up but it didn’t stop Justin’s whole body from going taut with tension and the loose grip on Brian’s arm tightened until Justin’s knuckles turned white. Once Brian’s hand returned to caress his shaft Justin relaxed again and sighed his appreciation.

Brian picked up the sponge and Justin lamented the loss of his hand. Smiling softly, Brian kissed Justin’s temple. “Sit up.” Justin looked at him for a moment until he complied and Brian repeated the procedure, washing his back, stroking over his shoulders and down his spinal cord.

Sitting up, legs crossed like he was, Justin reached over and picked up the copper jug, that hung over the edge of the bath, the half-handle allowing it to be hooked over the lip. Dipping it in to the hot water Justin lifted it and arching his back and tilting his head back poured its contents over his head.  

Brian drew his hands back and watched the water weave its way through Justin’s hair and over his face and down the length of his exposed neck. The contrast of Justin’s pale, delicate form in the large copper tub, back arched and head tilted all the way back, with his arms raised above his head, water pouring down in a stream over his body made Brian think of art and waterfalls, Gods and humanity, virginity and seduction. 

“A chuisle, tá tú go h-álainn.” He breathed shaking his head in admiration.
(My pulse – as in pulse of my heart) (you are beautiful)

Justin turned his head and grinned slightly, lowering his hands. Picking up the soap from where it had fallen he washed his hair while Brian watched. Once Justin finished Brian filled the copper jug once more and he poured the warm water over Justin’s head stroking his fingers through the long hair and caressing his forehead to keep the soap from his eyes. Once all the soap had washed away Brian hooked the jug back on the rim of the bathtub and settled down on his ankles.

Justin turned to face him, studying him and then meeting his gaze shyly with the faintest of flushes on his cheeks he said, “Your shirt is wet.” Brian stared back at him and an eyebrow rose in question, waiting. Closing his eyes Justin barely whispered, “Take it off.” Justin missed the vague grin that Brian let escape when he heard the command. Lifting an arm Brian grabbed at the collar of his shirt, just behind his neck and pulled it off, over his head.

Justin’s breath hitched and he raised his hand to touch immediately but he hesitated and let it drop. As it fell he touched his cock and his eyes widened, the fleeting caress reminding him of his affliction. He glanced down at himself and then suddenly as if remembering he was not alone, glanced back at Brian and blushed. Pausing a moment to gather himself Justin slowly uncurled his legs and lay back against the side of the tub again, his eyes maintaining Brian’s gaze. 

They were again in the same position they had started - Brian admiring as Justin displayed his body and Justin’s need heightened tenfold. “Please?” Brian looked up when the breathless plea registered in his mind to see darkened eyes gaze up at him. Justin’s licked his lips and his gaze fixated on Brian’s mouth. Brian’s fingers began to stroke the length of Justin’s neck, softly.

“What do you want? What is it that you beg me for?” Instead of answering Justin turned his head and body to the side so that he was facing Brian slightly, resting on his hip in the water. He pulled Brian’s head down towards him and their mouths met in renewed fury. Justin had Brian occupied so grabbing his hand he tugged it down until it rested on his hard sex, half emerged in water.

Brian stroked gently and felt the vibrations of Justin’s moan in his mouth. He pulled back and waited until Justin’s eyes opened and focused on him. Brian stopped stroking, removing his hand and bringing it up to hold Justin’s. 

“I want you to do it.” Justin’s breathing started to quicken and Brian brought his hand down, his own covering Justin’s and curled their fingers around Justin’s cock and began the upwards and downwards movement that would eventually bring Justin to completion. “Show me how you like it. How you touch yourself.” Brian studied Justin’s face carefully until the glistening lips distracted him. He bent down and licked along them. As his tongue passed over them Justin’s tongue flicked out to meet his. Brian continued but once he had traced over the length of his lips he returned to the centre where Justin’s lips parted and sucked Justin’s tongue into his mouth. 

Justin’s hand started to move of its own volition, his movements speeding up. Brian slowed him down and swiped his fingers over the head gathering the moisture that leaked from the slit. He brought his fingers up and pressed them against Justin’s mouth until he opened and sucked them in, licking his own flavour from Brian’s skin.

Brian lifted his other arm and brought it over Justin’s other shoulder propping Justin’s head in the crook of his arm and began to stroke and play with his nipples. He settled down on to his ankles and rested his forehead against Justin’s temple. Sucking and nipping at Justin’s ear lobe Brian began to whisper dirty things in Justin’s ear.

“So beautiful to watch you take your own pleasure. Your eyes darken with lust, you know? Turn a shade of blue so deep… they taunt me. Your eyes make me want to take my pleasure from your body.” Justin’s head tilted back and he moaned, licking his lips. Brian’s gaze swept over his body once more. He was divided, his gaze flicking between the boys dark cock disappearing within furious hand movements and his beautiful face, caught rapt in pleasure. 

“Stop! I want to see how your hand caresses and fondles… Go lower, cup and pull at your balls.” Justin switched hands his right coming up to touch Brian’s face as his body turned a little more, drawing his knees up slightly for balance and faced his host. Brian bent forward, their lips meeting. Brain’s own right hand dropped over Justin’s body. He started to stroke his abdomen as they kissed lazily, tongues playing and often, Justin so distracted by his own pleasure, would forget to move his mouth and Brian played on his own until a sudden nip or tug of Justin’s lips would force him to turn his concentration back to the activity.

Finally when Brian had enough of kneeling he commanded, “Justin, find your release.” Justin pulled back and tried to keep his eyes open as his hand sped up and his fingers became more insistent. 

Brian’s hand crawled up his chest and pinched and pulled at one of Justin’s nipples. He bit his lip and felt the burning at the pit of… everywhere… become acutely unrelenting. He whimpered and he felt his body shake in that… inward way that he suspected was such an internal vibration that the only proof that he had that his body did actually shudder and tremble with pleasure… was the fluttering of his eyelashes.

He gasped and his fingers clamped down on the rim of the bath, his knuckles turning white as he emptied himself, gushing onto his chest and stomach.

“Good boy.” Brian kissed his forehead and sat back combing his fingers through darkened, wet hair. Justin lay still, resting and taking deep breaths, smiling softly at his achievement and decided not to be embarrassed this time and hoped that his skin would not colour and betray his resolve.

Justin turned his body so that his front now rested within the curve at the head of the bath and placed his forearms on the edge, resting his chin on them and studied Brian’s face carefully.

“What would you call two men who… well us?” Justin ventured as he recuperated, the satisfaction of release seemingly gave him more courage to question and demand. Brian glanced down at him and stood up quickly. He turned towards the chair that had most of their clothes draped over its back. Lifting a foot and placing it on the seat, he began to unhook the laces that drew the bottom of his pantaloons tight. Then turning to sit, he pulled his boots off.

Finally, when Brian could not, in all courtesy remove any more of his clothing without leaving himself totally bare and naked he turned towards Justin. Seeing him in the position he had taken, patiently awaiting a reply, head resting on his arms in such a child-like manner, the pale globes of his ass floating visibly, he sighed. 

“For the utter lack of a better word I'd use… and it in no way should define or constrict, as words so often do… but I suppose I would have to use the term… lovers.” Brian fought the urge to wince. Justin nodded his understanding and turned his attention back to his surroundings, searching for something to dry and cover himself with.

Brian sat still for a moment holding his boots, until he stood and reached for the towelling with his thumb and forefinger, handing it to Justin. He turned to leave with one last parting command. “Dress.”

Justin stood up to obey, stepping out of the tub and drying himself as Brian walked towards his own bed and placed his clothes on it. Leaving the door that separated their chambers open they each began to ready themselves for dinner. 

The fact that Justin couldn’t see Brian for the moment helped him garner the courage to further question things he was still unsure of and curious about. He carefully thought out his next avenue of interrogation as he dressed quickly. Having spent so long washing Justin, Brian did not have time to bathe so he washed at the basin hoping to get the opportunity after dinner. 

Once he was dressed Justin walked towards the doorway that separated them and pushed it shut a bit more and leant against the wall beside it, hiding himself slightly as he asked softly, “Is it wrong?”

In his own room Brian paused, as he began to retrieve the clothes that had been set out for him. Knowing exactly what was being asked of him and casting a quick glance at the barely open door, Brian answered him, “No, but people, the church, the monarchy, they do not understand… they think it is a crime - the most serious of sins.”

”Then why do you do it? Is the risk worthwhile?” His shoulders resting against the wall he let his head drop back and closed his eyes.

“Only you can answer that question for yourself. For me – it is the pleasure of it. The risk and danger do not take but add to the experience. It is who I am and I refuse to compromise my basic instincts because of the judgment of others. It is also possible that everyone else is wrong and I am right.” Brian paused, grinned and huffed a laugh, “Actually when you consider it… it is exceedingly probable that everyone else is wrong and I am right… I am mostly always right.” Brian heard Justin laugh in the next room, and he grinned further as he finished dressing. “Not to mention that it hardly matters either way… it is just one more thing on a long list of sins.”

He approached the door and pushed it open slightly. Grabbing hold of the hand he knew would be right next to the frame he pulled Justin into his room and pushed him towards the door that led into the hall. Following in his wake and shutting both doors behind them, they headed down to dinner.

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Justin was first to seek out his bed some hours later. Due to their shopping trip Brian had work to do and left to spend an hour or so in his study. As Justin undressed he stared at the door that divided their chambers. 

At the moment he wanted… well truth be told he always wanted, he was young. It was an affliction of youth to feel unsuppressed desire constantly and he hadn’t yet learnt the control of it. The problem was that now he had a focus for his desire, a cause, and a person to want and to crave. Not to mention imagining the prospective pleasures that could ease his tension made the need ten times more insistent. 

He finally stood naked facing that doorway which so taunted him. He frowned, approached it cautiously and slowly inched it open until it stood wide. He deliberated carefully, all the things that an open door between two rooms could possibly signify. Brushing his fingers through his hair he bit his lip and tugged it as he thought. Straightening, he took a step back, turned and looked at his bed, wrinkling his nose in frustration. Seduction was a much more complex and scientific art than he had first assumed it to be. He went and stood beside it, stroked the coverlet of his bed that the maids had turned down during dinner. Finally deciding, he grasped the sheets, lifting and folding down the corner in a triangle, trusting that the blatant invitation was as unmistakable as he hoped it was. Walking round to the other side of his bed he crawled in.

Justin wasn’t waiting up… exactly. It was due, more to nerves and anticipation rather than a specific desire to remain awake whilst waiting for his… lover. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep and settled for a light doze.

Brian entered his rooms quickly, using the door that led into his dressing room for he knew that hot water awaited him in his bath. He washed and dried and was walking towards his bed, naked by the time he noticed the door which he knew he had closed earlier.  It was wide open as if begging for further exploration. Entering Justin’s bedchamber, his eyes adjusting to the dark Brian saw the bed sheets folded back as if summoning him.

“The open door, does it mean something?” Brian asked for the second time in one night and watched as a shadowy figure sat up in bed.

“Yes!” the soft, hesitant voice that replied was husky with sleepiness.

Brian slid in between the bed covers, lay his head down, closed his eyes and decided to wait patiently. He felt Justin lie back down beside him and lie still. He could feel the tension radiating off the boys’ body. He was barely breathing and Brian realised that he couldn’t expect Justin to make the first move this time. These were different circumstances, not spontaneous bouts of pleasure but planned, in a bed. It seemed to mean something… something more.

Brian opened his eyes and stared ahead in the darkness. Finally he turned onto his side. He raised a hand and laid it down on Justin’s bare chest and saw the movement of a head turning to face him. He lent forward and kissed Justin’s forehead. He could guess where it would be in this darkness and worked his way down towards his mouth. 

When their lips met Justin moaned and lifted a hand to thread his fingers through Brian’s hair. His other hand grabbed on to Brian’s shoulder and pulled him closer so that his long hard body lay almost entirely on top of him. When Brian lowered his hips and Justin felt the heat and hardness of his sex on his thigh, he stopped breathing.

Brian pulled back when he felt Justin freeze and rested on his elbows as one of his hands stroked over the crown of Justin’s head, through his hair in a reassuring gesture. “Do you know what you want from this?” Brian asked, quietly unsure why exactly it was that Justin seemed suddenly so tense again. Silence enveloped them as Brian awaited an answer.

Finally Justin ventured tentatively, “Your pleasure, My Lord.” It was strange, Brian was used to being called “My Lord” by everyone, everyday and yet in this situation with Justin it made his body harden and his heart race. It felt intimate, like reverence and respect, love and worship. Such a public, universally used term turned into something private, exclusive, personal.

Brian shifted to lean on one side, resting on one elbow, his head supported in his hand. He spread his legs slightly and aligned his cock against Justin’s waist. He hitched up his leg and fitted his hip and upper thigh under Justin’s balls and along his cock making Justin’s breath hitch and his hands move to clutch at his biceps. 

The glow of glistening ebony pupils looked up at him as he placed the width of his hand on Justin’s hip and watched as he swept it up Justin’s torso. His large hand covered half of the expanse of soft, milky skin as it rose up Justin’s body, stroking, feeling warm skin. It made Justin seem frail but Brian knew that men were strong and that this perceived frailty was only temporary, a fleeting moment where delicate and fragile became a different sort of power. For he knew that this body held a great deal power.

Brian waited, wanting to see how long it took until Justin became impatient and took the initiative to move against him.

Looking up at the man before him Justin tried to make out his individual features in the darkness. Brian’s leg, pushed against him a constant pressure, a torture made headier by the fact that Brian’s entire naked length laid against him. His hand itched to explore the hard heat, which he could feel, insistent, pressed along the curve of his belly. He had not yet seen Brian unclothed. He yearned for that reward so that he could look and memorise and immortalise the image on paper. Justin was very aware that so far in these games Brian had never reached his own peak. He had been attentive to Justin’s pleasure but not to his own and Justin wanted to grant him this. It was not an entirely selfish endeavour.

Justin’s hand left its finger marks as it left Brian’s arm and slowly he moved it down, stroking over Brian’s chest. Wide eyed, biting his lip in slight apprehension he paused at a nipple, exploring. Taking Brian’s up-tilted chin as the challenge that it was he tugged and a shy gratified smile emerged in response to Brian’s sigh. Justin continued on his downward journey and when his fingers met the hot wet head, it was partly surprise that made him withdraw. But Brian caught his hand in his own and drew it back into place.

Brian dropped the hand that held his hand to thread through Justin’s hair as he ducked down to explore Justin’s mouth as Justin explored the length of his sex. He had waited too long for Justin’s touch. Self-gratification was not nearly as satisfactory as tentative fingers that grew confident and more insistent with every passing moment.

Justin shifted his hip up to rub against Brian’s balls but at the same time the movement swept his own cock against Brian’s abdomen making him gasp and lose himself in the taking of his own pleasure.

Brian watched as Justin seemed to forget everything but himself. He looked debauched and lost in heady sensuality. Brian lifted his lower body up and Justin grabbed at his waist trying to pull him down. When this failed he lifted his own hips in an attempt to continue rubbing up against him. 

Brian grinned. “Such desperate wantonness.” Brian bent his head down under Justin’s jaw and stroked his nose up his neck inhaling the scent of sex and sweat that had begun to infuse the air around them. Brian settled back down, much to Justin’s relief.

Softly, fluidly they both began to move against each other, taking and giving pleasure. It was Justin who forced Brian’s lips down to meet his own, kissing fiercely. When pleasure consumed and breathing became heavy, lips hovered, barely touching, open mouths sharing air. Brian grabbed Justin’s hand and curved it around his length and Justin began to pump and stroke.

Both were nearing completion when Justin stopped, letting go suddenly and almost tempting Brian to strangle the boy in frustration. Opening his eyes to see what the problem was he found Justin staring at his hand. Their breathing slowed and Justin suddenly looked up at him and raised his hand to his mouth and began to suck on his fingers.

“Jesus!” Brian swallowed, closed his eyes and rested his forehead against Justin’s shoulder.

“It tastes different, your flavour from mine.” Justin stated simply. Brian shook his head and huffed a laugh.

“A Mhuire… BHeirim Dia Uilechumhachtach, Aingeal (Jesus Christ! …I swear by Almighty God, Angel) …if you don’t move I'll kill you!” 

Tugging Brian’s head down again Justin began to tease, almost kissing yet pulling back at the last moment.- His tongue danced over Brian’s lips until Brian had enough and forced their mouths together, tongue stroking the depth of Justin’s mouth, sucking and tugging, bruising.

Justin gasped and started moving urgently, the aggression urging him on and bringing him closer to the edge. Without prompting this time, Justin began to sweep his fingers lightly over the head of Brian’s cock.

Both slipped over the brink into bliss, their hands clutching, bruising, their bodies shuddering. Brian rested heavily over Justin. Lifting and curving his leg over Brian’s thigh, Justin held him tight trying to recoup. Brian finally lifted on to his knees and began to lick and suck at the cum that had gathered on his belly. Leaning forward he fed Justin this new taste, the mixture of them both and then settled on to his back ready to sleep.

Justin licked his lips and sighed. Then impulsively and without thinking he shifted over onto his side and laid his head on Brian’s chest, hooked a leg over one of Brian’s and curved his arm round his waist. Brian froze in alarm, totally unaccustomed to this closeness. By the time he remembered to breathe again and looked down to inform his rather presumptuous bedmate to move, Justin was asleep. Surrendering, he rested a hand on Justin’s head and threaded his fingers through the blond hair that seemed to constantly beg for his attention, closed his eyes and slipped into a blissful sleep.