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is,Martin said, slightly affronted. Igot very lucky when you chose me, but when you chose Ganymede youwere guaranteed good sex.Henrydidnt believe he could have been truly satisfied with any otherslave, Ganymede or otherwise. I doubt I would have been as happywith Stuart, or Charlie, or whoever else, though, Martin. I wouldnthave gotten from them what I get from you.Well,no, Martin conceded. But Im especially good with you.Thatsbecause you love me. Henry kissed his neck again, and Martintilted his head to the side to expose more of his throat for Henrysmouth.Perhapsits the other way around.Hmm?Henry eased Martin down onto his back and got on top of him.MaybeI love you because Im so much better with you than with anyoneelse, and its been that way from the beginning. It was natural tofall in love with you, Henry. It was obvious that I would.Werethese things different? Henry wasnt sure what Martin was tellinghim. Ultimately, though, Martin loved himhe was definitely hearingthat. They kissed and groped one another, Martin writhing beneath himand whimpering. They shed their clothing in fits and starts,frequently halting their efforts to give attention to the body partsmost recently bared. Martin was breathless and trembling, high colorin his cheeks, as he shucked off his trousers and drawers. Henrykissed him and stroked his pretty cock like it was a little animal hewanted to tame. Martin gasped against his mouth and shuddered in hisarms.Martinsbreath was hot in Henrys ear as he said, Fuck me, Henry. Pleasefuck me.Henrygot the oil out of the drawer and stuffed a pillow beneath Martinsass and fucked him, and they wereso good together, so amazingly good. He believed that Martin wastelling the truth when he said he was better with Henry than withanyone else. Whoever else Martin might have been with, he was withHenry now, and it was Henrys cock filling him, and it was Henrymaking him come.Oh,god, Henry, Henry!Henrywas so familiar with how Martin came, how he looked and how hesounded and the way his body reacted, but he never tired ofexperiencing it. Feeling Martin go still just before hed begin tospurt was like being given permission to come himself, and he feltsuch gratitude as he let himself go and let the pleasure wash overhim as his cock jerked in Martins ass.Helay on top of Martin a little longer than usual, if only to keepMartin with him and prevent him from getting up and running to thebathroom to fetch his basin. Henrys entire skin was numb andbuzzing, and he wanted to be in contact with Martin as long aspossible.Henry,I cant breathe, Martin said, pushing gently but insistently atHenrys chest. Get off me, please.Sighing,Henry relented and rolled to the side. Martin sat up, then leanedover and kissed him before sliding from the bed and padding into thebathroom. Henry lay with his forearm over his eyes to block out thelight and listened to Martin splashing around as he washed up andthen filled his basin. Martin came to sit on the side of the bed andHenry moved his arm so he could open one eye and look at him.Hey.Heyyourself. Martin smiled at him,
dancing lessons. Theyd be married by a judge in hischambers, simple and legal, without a church ceremony. Louis wasnteven sure if the bride would have a bouquet. He apologized to Henryfor not inviting him.Itsnot like I want to go, either, Louis told him. Everyonesgoing to be sad and embarrassed. Itll be the worst wedding ever.Imsorry, Henry said, since he was, though he was mostly sorry forMiss Babcock and her unborn baby. James would be a lousy husband anda lousy father. Suddenly, it occurred to him:Louis?Does she even have a slave?Louissnorted. Of course not! My father is trying to find some suitablegirl in a hurry, but I doubt hell be able to get one before thewedding. Shell have to have one of the chambermaidsserve her. Ugh! He sighed, disgusted. I cant believe I everwanted to be like him, he lamented. Hes absolutely theworst. First he ruined Christmas, and now hes ruining everythingelse.Atleast you have the ball to look forward to, Henry pointed out. Hecant ruin that, can he?Iguess not. Louis thought a moment. I willdance with Abigail, no matter what, Louis said, determined. Thatwill make up for stupid James and his stupid shotgun wedding.Henrypatted Louis on the back a little stiffly, trying to be supportive,and Louis slumped into his touch.Louisleft school at lunchtime on Wednesday, and Henry claimed ignorancewhen the other boys asked if he knew where Louis had gone. Wednesdayevening, he called the Briggs house, but Patrick informed him thatthe family were not taking calls unless there was some emergency, andHenry didnt believe his curiosity was an emergency, so just leftthe message that he had called.OnThursday, there was neither time nor opportunity to talk to Louisduring the school day, but they dawdled behind the rest of the groupon the way to dance class and Louis was able to inform him in afurtive whisper that the wedding had been a disaster.Jameswas drunk, Louis said in disgust. He was practically fallingdown and he kept laughing. It was so embarrassing!Buthes married now?Oh,yes. And he and the new Mrs. Briggs are living with us until Dad getsJames a place at another school...and she might be living with usforever,actually, because Dad doesnt trust James to take care of her, andI dont blame him.Doyou like her all right?Louisscrunched up his face in a way that implied his feelings werecomplicated. Shes very nice, not too brightobviouslyandkeeps wanting to do things that we have slaves for. Like, she wantsto bring people tea and clean up after herself, but hopefully shellget out of the habit. I think I told you shes pretty, right? Well,she does have that going for her. I think Mama is looking forward todressing her up, even if its just maternity clothes.Youregoing to have a niece or nephew, Henry pointed out. Thatllbe all right, wont it?Louisfrowned. Itll be a baby,he reminded Henry. With screaming and crying and diapers. Rememberwhen Edward was born?Henrydid remember and winced.Babiesare no fun, Louis said grimly. No fun at all.Theyhadnt ridden much over the winter because it had been so cold andwet, unpleasant for both riders and horses, but the weather had beenimproving such
that by mid-March riding conditions were excellent.Henry told Martin to call the stables to have the horses readied.Theycrossed 5th to the park, Henry letting Martin ride a little ahead, ashe always did, so he could admire his ass moving over the saddle. Itwas a bright, overcast day, the sky a uniform white, and the treeswere gauzy with bright green buds and new leaves. The air smelledfresh and clean and vegetal. There were a fair number of riders onthe bridle path, but it was far from crowded. They rode west, thennorth. Martin turned his face up to the pale sun, smiling, eyesclosed, then looked at Henry with such frank desire that Henry felthis astonished heart skip a beat.Martintilted sideways towards him. Sir, he said in a conspiratorialtone, Sir, isnt this just a perfect day?Henryblushed, but grinned at him. Yes,he said. Yes, it is. For a moment, he dared to ride near enoughto Martins side that their knees touched, but, as always, thehorses didnt like being in such close proximity, snorting andtossing their heads until Henry moved Marigold away.Henrystill held onto his earlier idea of finding a secluded place in thepark where he might share some intimacy with Martin, just somethingsmall. He had not discussed this much with Martin, as he knew Martinwould be reluctant to do anything that might expose Henry to publiccondemnation, but he thought he could get Martin to cooperate if hewere presented with such a situation suddenly, without time to talkHenry out of it. With this in mind, Henry scanned the trees to eitherside of the path for likely places, hidden pockets of privacy. Ofcourse, the sort of place he was looking for was the kind thatwouldntbe visible from the trail; theyd have to go into the woods to findit.Letstry one of these side trails, Henry suggested, reining Marigold toa halt by an indistinct path leading off into the trees.Martinwheeled Partita around and came back to Henrys side. I dontthink were supposed to ride on that, Sir. I dont think itseven a real trail.Oh,come on, Henry said, wheedling. If it doesnt lead anywhereinteresting, we can always come back.Martinhesitated. He really did mostly like to follow rules. Well...Please,Martin? Itll be fun.Verywell, Sir. Lets see where it goes. He let Henry ride ahead andfollowed him off the bridle path with a worried glance around.Itquickly became difficult to stay on horseback. Bushes encroached uponthe trail and the lower branches of the trees smacked them in theirfaces. Henry could no longer hear the sounds of the bridle pathtraffic; nothing but birdsong and the sounds they themselves mademoving through the forest. Henry slid from Marigolds back and ledher through the trees, and Martin did the same.Sir?I dont want to get lost, Sir...Wewont get lost, Henry assured him. We can follow this sametrail right back out. Martin seemed appeased and followed Henrywithout further complaint.Afterperhaps ten minutes without seeing another soul in the forest, Henryfound exactly what he wanted. The faint trail dissolved into a brightlittle clearing full of waving long grasses. He turned and grinned atMartin.Itold you we could find a private place in the park,
do you remember?He reached for Martins hand and pulled him into the meadowtheirmeadow, secluded and perfect.Martinhesitated, pulling back on his hand. What are we doing here, Sir?Ijust want to be with you somewhere that isnt my bedroom, Henryexplained, a bit of pleading in his tone. We dont have to domuch, all right? I just want a little closeness.Martinfrowned and shook his head. No. Were in public,Sir.Notreally, Henry insisted. He took in the little meadow with a sweepof his arm. This is our private place. Just you and me. Heimagined it was a refuge, a secret island just for them, a placeoutside of rules and expectations.Martinlooked around the clearing, arms crossed over his chest, unconvinced,but he wasnt arguing.Wehavent seen or heard anyone since we left the bridle path,Henry pointed out. Its such a big park, Martin. No one willfind us here.Martinsfrown deepened. Sir, I dont think we should risk it.Henryfelt a little desperate. He wanted so badly to kiss Martin here, thebreeze stirring their hair, the loamy smells of the forest mixed withMartins vetiver. Please,he begged. Please, Martin. He put his hands on Martinsshoulders. It would mean so much to me. If he could make Martinunderstand how much it meant, he knew Martin would agree to whateverhe wanted. Just a little closeness. Please.Martinsbrow furrowed and he seemed conflicted. Sir... he beganhaltingly.Henryput his hand around the back of Martins neck, ruffled the hairs athis nape with the side of his thumb. Use my name while werehere, he suggested. Do that at least. Itll make me sohappy.Martinmet his eyes and gazed at him a long moment, and then his facerelaxed as he seemed to come to some sort of decision. He gave Henrya fond, tender smile, a smile that made it clear he could deny Henrynothing. All right, Henry.I do want to make you happy. It really does seem private enough,doesnt it? Besides, the horses will enjoy grazing.Theyturned the horses loose and Henry sat down in the grass. It wasntreally warm, but Henry shrugged out of his jacket and waistcoat andbade Martin help him with the rest until he was bare to the waist. AtHenrys request, Martin did the same, his reluctance slowlyeroding, and they sat side by side in the filtered sun, bare-chested,nipples tight in the chill, braces tangled at their hips.Theresenough sun I might freckle, Martin remarked, brushingineffectually at his shoulders.Ilike freckles, Henry told him. He lay back upon his shed clothingand tugged at Martins elbow. Lie down with me.Witha glance around, still concerned they might be observed, Martin layback at his side, shoulder to shoulder.Henrylooked up at the sky, so pale that blue was only a suggestion, and itwasnt so different from the color of his ceiling at home, but itwas different in every other dimension, open and vast and endless,and he thrilled at the feeling of limitless freedom that coursedthrough him as they lay half-dressed in the tall grass.Martinmight have been feeling this sense of possibility, too; he reachedfor Henrys hand and held it tightly, and Henry loved that Martinhad done this, that it had been Martins impulse.Henryrolled up onto his
side and leaned over Martin, his breath warmingMartins lips a moment before they tilted their heads and kissed,their first public kiss. At the touch of Martins lips, Henry feltlike a switch had been flicked and he was now buzzing on, on, on. Thebare skin of his torso was sensitized to the movements of the air andhis cock sent him increasingly-urgent messages, his body cravingtouch.Martinmoaned and arced up against Henrys weight, his arms tight aroundHenrys back, and Henry felt flush with joy, so happy that Martinhad come around to seeing things his way.Theyrolled over and over in the grass, taking turns holding each otherdown. Martin straddled Henrys hips and leaned forward to pin hiswrists to the ground. Henry made a show of struggling, lifting hiships against Martin's weight and squirming to free his hands, butgave up all pretense of wanting to get away when at last Martin bentand kissed him. Henry pulled against Martin's grip and this timeMartin let go his hands, which Henry ran over his shoulders and backwith fond possessiveness. He loved the way Martin's shoulder bladesfit beneath his palms, the long channel of his spine, the silky whorlof hair at the nape of his neck. Martin moved over him, rubbing hiscrotch along the length of Henrys hard prick while they kissed.Youcould fuck my mouth, Henry suggested.Martingroaned and said, Sir...Henry,Henry corrected.Henry.I dont think we shouldNo,Martin, it will be all right. Henry went to work on Martinsbuttons, feeling and shaping the hard cock beneath the breeches as hedid so, and Martin let out a nervous whine but did nothing to stophis hands.Iwant to do it someplace besides my room, Henry told him, drawinghis cock out of the vee of his drawers. I want to do what normalpeople do.Martinscoffed. Normal people dont do this,Henry!Henrynoted that while Martin was clearly uneasy, he wasnt stoppingHenry touching his cock and he wasnt buttoning his breeches.Ijust Henry didnt know how to explain it. If he wasntgoing to be allowed to walk down the street arm-in-arm with Martinand have his feelings acknowledged and respected by all of society,then he deserved to be free with him somewhere.It was only fair.I just want to suck your cock. I know you like it, Martin. Hesqueezed Martins cock and ran his thumb over the wet slit.Martinshuddered and sighed. Oh, Henry. You know I love it. You know itsnot that.Wereall alone here, Henry insisted. Were already half-naked.Just come up here and let me suck you, all right? Just a little bit.Martinlooked around the clearing, brow furrowed. He was very hard, andHenry knew he wanted to let Henry do it.Comeon, Martin. Itll make me so happy.Witha last worried glance around, Martin said, All right, Henry, butdo it fast.Thatssort of up to you, Henry pointed out. Get up here.Martinmoaned as he fed Henry his cock. Henry shuddered, overwhelmed. Thegreen smell of grass mingled with the intimate smells of Martinsbody, Martins prick. The bitter-salt flavor of him spreadthroughout Henrys mouth. The globes of Martins ass flexed inHenrys hands as Henry tried to cram Martins prick further,deeper into his throat. Martins hand cupped the back of Henryshead,
worse. The men might havebeen more affronted and caused a scene. It could have been worse, butit was bad enough: theyd called him a fairy, an invert, and theyddone it with such casual contempt. The shame he felt wasoverwhelming, and it made things even worse that Martin had heard thestrangers disparaging words.Theyled their horses back they way theyd come in silence. Where thetrees thinned out nearer the bridle path, Henry got on Marigoldsback and Martin mounted Partita. They rode at a trot back to the parkgate, quickly crossed 5th , and made their way back to the stables,still without words.Atthe stables, Jerry said, Are you all right, Sir? You look pale.Imfine,Henry snapped at him, immediately feeling bad for punishing Jerry forsomething not his fault. If it was anyones fault, it was obviouslyHenrysMartin wasnt the one pushing to have sex in public.Sorry, Henry said to Jerry, mustering some fairness. Thankyou for taking care of our horses, by the way. I appreciateeverything you do for them.Jerrysmiled with surprised pleasure. Youre quite welcome, Sir.Theywalked home in silence. Henry didnt know what to say. He washumiliated. Martin had to think him a fool. Martin had thought it wasa bad idea, but hed insisted, and hed been wrong. Hed beenstupid.Sir?Henrywaved him off angrily. Not yet, Martin. Hed have to talk toMartin eventually, but he hoped to put it off as long as possible,hoping that hed come up with something to say that would make itall better.Athome, Randolph let them in.D-doyou want your lunch, Sir? Martin asked tentatively. I can gotell Cook.Theywere back early; no one would be expecting them for another hour, atleast.Imnot hungry, Henry said, which was a first. If you want to eat,we can.Martinshook his head. No, Sir. We can eat later.Theywent upstairs to Henrys room. I need to take a shower. Hisimpulse was to wash the experience away. Martin helped him to undressin a tense silence, and Henry gritted his teeth and shuddered atMartins touch. What if he couldnt ever be close to Martin againwithout being reminded of this humiliation?Hehad Martin run the water scalding hot and let it rush over him,streaming from his hair and over the planes of his body. He could seeMartin out of the corner of his eye, standing by the door with atowel, his face very white, eyes wide and frightened. As he watched,Martin put the towel down and started to undress.Whatare you doing?Imgetting in with you, Sir.No,Martin, I dontPlease,Sir. I need you. Ive had a bad scare and I need you.Henryfelt ashamed anew. He needed to take better care of Martin, toconsider what he might be going through. Hed done this to Martin,after all. Come in, then. He opened his arms and Martin steppedinto them, holding him tight. Martins body was both familiar andmiraculous, sleek and tender and sensitive, his back feeling just asgood here under Henrys hands as it had in the meadow at the park.Martin bent his head and pressed his face against Henrys wet neck.Theydont know the first thing about you, Henry, Martin saidangrily. Belittling what we have...they just dont know.Untiltoday, of course, no one
had known, and Henry understood this wassafest, but how he wanted to live in a world where his feelings couldbe shared openly! How he wanted what he had with Martin to beacknowledged and respected! But, I shouldnt have taken therisk, he admitted. He smoothed Martins wet hair back from hisface and looked into his olivine eyes.Ishouldnt have let you, Henry. I should haveHenrykissed him to quiet him. No, Martin. It was my fault. I wouldntlisten to you.Ishould have tried harderHenryshook his head. I wasnt in a mood to listen, Martin. I wantedit too much.Yourewillful, Martin agreed. Youre romantic.He sounded disapproving.Isromantic so bad?No,but its not always practical. Its not realistic.He shifted position, turning his face out of the spray, his bodypressed up against Henrys. Im crowding you, arent I?There wasnt really room enough for the both of them in the shower.Yes,Henry admitted, but he held Martin tighter. It was your idea,though. See it through.Hekissed Martin while the water rained down. They necked beneath thespray until the water started to cool and left the bathroom withoutdrying off, dripping across the carpet and onto the bed. Martinclung, trembling, his fingers digging into Henrys back. Thecoverlet absorbed a spreading damp spot beneath their wet bodies.Henry held tightly to Martin, desperately needing closeness. Hedimagined theyd make love when they got to the bed, but now thatthey were there, his cock was soft and he was cringing and fearfuland just wanted comfort.Doyou think maybe he wont contact Father? Henry asked hopefully.Martinlooked as though he regretted having to say, No, I dont thinkthat at all, Henry. I think he wants to be paid off.Fatherwont take you away from me, Henry said, feeling less confidentthan he would have liked.Hemight not, Martin agreed in a small voice.Whatdid that reporter even see, really? What can he tell Father, afterall?Wewere half-naked in a public place, Martin pointed out. Hedefinitely saw that much, and thats scandalous enough. Hethought a moment more. But they werent nearby when you weresucking me. They cant actually accuse you of anything more thanbeing a slave owner and taking advantage of my services. Yourewell within bounds to have me service you, after all. You justshouldnt have done it in a public park.Thatswhat I should tell Father, Henry decided.Ifhe tells your father we were kissing, you can deny it, Martinsaid. The grass was very tall, and he couldnt have known whathe was seeing.Iwish you could talk for me, Henry said with a sigh. Imworried Ill tell it wrong.Youwont, Martin said firmly. He gripped Henrys arm and gave hima little shake. Its a simple story and youll tell itperfectly.Iwill?Yes,you will. Martin kissed him hard and stroked his cheek. Youlldo it for me.Henrythought he could do that. The idea of doing something for Martin, toprotect Martin, had a calming effect and gave him resolve.Theydressed and lay quietly on the bed in each others arms, well outof the enormous damp spot, waiting for a summons. They went down fora quiet lunch with still no word from Father, and returned to Henrysroom once again to wait. Henry surprised himself by actually dozing alittle, exhausted by