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white, and reveling in the sight of his spunk on Martinsskin and dripping down over his hole. Just as impulsively, he thrustback inside, the way slicked by his semen, and felt his cock jerk afinal satisfying time.Martinhad still not come. He made frantic noises and ground his hips downagainst his hand. Henry tried to continue to fuck him, but his spentcock went soft and slipped from Martins body.Illclean you up, Henry suggested. He spread Martins buttocks withhis hands and looked at the mess hed made with complete possessivetenderness.Martinbegan to breathe in excited gasps. Oh, Henry, are you going to...?Oh, god, thats so dirty!Please,Henry...Henrybent over and put his face between Martins cheeks and licked himthoroughly, licked the white from his skin and his sensitive openhole. Martin shuddered with each stroke of Henrys tongue and begancalling his name with desperate urgency, his hips jerking as Henrythrust his tongue deep in his ass. He stilled and groaned and came,his hole twitching under Henrys tongue.Henryran his hands up and down Martins back and over the globes of hisass. He bent to kiss the back of Martins neck, an open-mouthed,soft bite, and then lay on him a moment, his chest pressed toMartins bony back. Martin rolled beneath him, up on his hip, andslipped his arm around Henrys neck, pulling him down for a kiss.Imade a mess, he murmured. All over the coverlet.Wehave people to do the laundry, Henry reminded him. He pushedMartin over on his back and noted the darkened wet spot on the bedand the sticky shine of semen on Martins belly. Henry bent andlicked him clean, and Martin made breathy, excited exclamations andpetted Henrys head as he did so.Theylay sprawled across the bed, Martin on his back and Henry curledaround him, Martin stroking Henrys hair, until Martin sighed andgently pushed Henry away. I need to take our laundry down toMary.Henrywanted to cling to him, to make him stay, but knew it would onlyannoy him and he would leave anyway. He lay waiting on the bed andlistened to Martin working the taps in the bathroom, first taking aminute to clean himself and then filling his basin.Martinpadded back into the room and Henry propped himself up on his elbowsto watch Martin wash his cock, his touch purposeful yet alsolingering and tender. When he looked into Martins face, Martinsmiled back at him, his expression open yet intimate and sowonderfully fond, and Henry felt things for him hed never felt forany other person, things hed never imagined he was capable offeeling.Martinput on his pajamas and dressing gown and collected the laundry in hisbasket. He kissed Henry and said, Ill be right back.Whilehe was gone, Henry brushed his teeth and then flopped down on thebed, accidentally rolling into the wet spot and then fastidiously outagainit was cold!before returning to it to smell Martin there,feeling like a dirty little animal for doing such a thing.Martinreturned in short order and shed his dressing gown and pajamas assoon as he was inside the door. He went naked to the bathroom andbrushed his teeth and then joined Henry on the bed.Underthe covers, in Henrys
that Martin had been trained to be devoted tohis master, whoever that master might be. The thought that Martinmight have cared so deeply for anyone whod taken him home filledHenry with anxiety. Martin was so special to him, and the thing hewanted most was to be truly chosen by this boy he adored. But therewas no way to separate Martin from his slave status, and Henry wasntsure Martins romantic feelings could be separated from his desireto be the best possible companion, the best possible slave.Theseniggling ideas were upsetting and unwelcome, coming to the forefrontof his mind in quiet moments and draining the enjoyment out of littleintimacies. He didnt want to ask Martin about the truth of hisfeelings because he didnt think it would help. He knew that Martinwould confidently claim he wouldnt have felt so passionately aboutany other young master, and hed probably believe it himself, butHenry wasnt so easily convinced.Buteven if Martins affections were colored by bondage, even if Henrycould never be sure Martin loved him above any other boy he mighthave called master, Henry had to tell him how he felt. The pressureto share his feelings bubbled up in his chest, in his throat,threatening to burst from his lips. He was afraid hed blurt it outin front of his friendsor his father. If he could say the words tothe one person who needed to hear them, then maybe hed be able tokeep quiet in front of everyone else.However,there was some indication of finer feeling on Martins partthered rose painted on his protection stoneand Henry clung to thisproof. At the party, Tom had been firm in his characterization of redroses as symbols of passionate love, not mere affection. With thestone, had Martin already made a declaration? Henry agonized overpossible interpretations and their significance.Therewere other reminders of the uncertainty of love. On Monday afterschool, Martin had a report about the progress of Toms affair withthe stable slaves.Iunderstand that they had a lovely time together Saturday night. Ithink Tom might be falling in love with them, Martin remarked,helping Henry off with his school uniform. He normally prefers afemale partnerHenrydid not believe this for a minute. He likes you,and now he likes them,Henry pointed out. I do believe he likes girls, too, Martin, but Idont think he actually prefers them.Well,regardless, Henry, hes grown so very fond of Jerry and Arthur, andhe seems a little surprised to feel this way. I worry that theyarent taking him seriously and hes going to have his heartbroken.Dontget in the middle of it, Henry advised. No one will thank youfor getting involved. He stood in his underwear before the openwardrobe. The blue suit will be fine, I think. And the waistcoatwith the serpentine stripe.Verygood. Martin handed Henry a clean shirt, which he pulled on andlet Martin button.Theyrequite a bit older, arent they? Jerry, at least.Martinfit a fresh collar around Henrys neck. Well, yes, Henry, theyareolder. Jerry must be 24 or 25, and I know Arthur is 20. But what doesthat matter?Justwhat you were saying about them taking him seriously. To them, hesnothing more than a boy, isnt he?Hesjust as
capable of great feeling as any adult, though, Henry. Just asyou and I are, after all. Martin seemed a little offended atHenrys shortsightedness. He knelt down with Henrys suittrousers and held them ready. It will be difficult to see Jerryand Arthur at dinner and not want to put in a good word for him.Maybe you dont see it, but Tom is a fine person and theyd befortunate to have his love.Henrywas annoyed by this generous assessment of Toms value, as itstirred up his simmering worries about Martins real feelings forTom and Toms intentions toward Martin. Tom might well be in lovewith Jerry and Arthur, but that didnt necessarily diminish hisdesire for Martin. But all he said was, Youd best not sayanything. Let them handle their own affairs.Ofcourse. I know youre right. He bit his lip and buttoned onHenrys braces. Its just that I want his feelings to bereturned. I want happiness for everyone. Dont you want that too?Henrykissed him in answer, touched by Martins sweetness, and thekissing intensified such that Henry soon shed the clothes hed justput on, overcome and giddy with his passion. Martins stateddesire, happiness for everyone, gave Henry hope that Martin might bereceptive of his feelings when he made his announcement.Henryhad signed Martins valentine the evening he brought it home,waiting until Martin went down to dinner before sliding it out of hismagazine. He had written Withall my love. H.and had drawn a little heart. Hed thought that if the card wasfound by some nosy person in the household, it would be better tohave just the initial, but now he felt silly: it was obvious who H.was. Now, on the eve of the fated day, he wondered if four words wereenough, if it would have been better to put a poem, even if he wasjust copying it from elsewhere. But it was too late to make anychanges; hed just have to hope for the best with his uninspiredoffering.Althoughit pained him to do so, Henry decided to forego making anyannouncements in the morning. They wouldnt have any time tocelebrateassuming there was celebrating to be doneso he decidedto hold off on making declarations until they returned from school.Martinwas brisk and chipper and kissed Henry sweetly as he straightened histie. Happy Valentines Day, Henry.HappyValentines Day to you, too.Noneof Henrys classmates had real sweethearts. Some had girl cousinswith whom they were close. A few had casual associations withworking-class girls that they kept hidden from their families.Wendell had his girl, dance hall Betsy, and was meeting her downtownafter school to give her a card, and Freddie was going along in caseshe brought a friend. Louis gave Albert his card to give to Abigail,and when Louis wasnt looking, Albert rolled his eyes.Afterschool, as Martin held Henrys coat for him to put on, Henrynoticed an envelope sticking out of Martins pocket. Whatsthat?Oh,that, Sir. Its from Tom. Martin hurried to add, He gavecards to others, as well, Sir.Henryfelt a surge of irritation. He wanted to snap that Tom should turnhis attentions elsewhere and not get above himself, but all he saidwas, Oh, Tom, and shrugged into his coat.Allthe
way home, Louis chattered manically about the card he had senthome with Albert, about whether or not Abigail would remember himfondly, and whether this gesture would make her more favorablydisposed toward him in the future. Henry caught a glimpse of Petersmirking at Martin as Louis talked and felt a little sorrier forLouis. There was not a single person who believed Abigail would everturn her favor on homely little Mr. Briggs.Billylet them in and took their coats, informing them that they might findcookies for the holiday in the breakfast room. They found a plate ofheart-shaped, pink-iced shortbreads on the sideboard.TellCook thank you, Henry said happily, stuffing a cookie into hismouth. Martin, lets bring the rest to my room.InsideHenrys room, the door locked, they kissed, their spit sugar-sweet.Breaking away, Henry said, I have something for you.Ihave something for you, too, Henry.Really?Henry drew back and looked at him quizzically.Martinlaughed. Let me go get it.Henryhad hidden his card beneath his desk blotter and got it out now. Hehad no reason to feel as nervous as he did. Martin liked him verywell, he knew it, but what if he didnt feel as Henry did? Martinhad said himself that hed wanted his master to like him a littlemore than he ought, and he had certainly gotten that with Henry;maybe everything between them had simply been a ploy to secure betterworking conditions. Maybe Henry was about to make a fool of himself.Martinemerged from his room with an envelope in hand and high color in hischeeks. Its nothing special, really; its just a card.Thatsspecial, Henry insisted. Or I hope it is, since its all Ihave for you, either.Theysat on the side of Henrys bed and exchanged envelopes.Shouldwe open them at the same time?Ready?One, two...three!Henryworked his finger under the flap and popped it open. His hands shooka little. Would it be a friendship card only? He should be preparedfor that, and, after all, friendship was a very fine thing in and ofitself. He would be happy with friendship, he would.With the flap open, he could see a wedge of the card, vivid colors.Itwas a love card. Two cherubs, one dark, one tawny, fishing heartsfrom a stream beneath a canopy of cherry blossoms. To MyValentine. On the back, Martin had written Ibelong to you, Henry, body and souland signed it xoMartin.Henry gasped in relief and felt the heat flood his face.Doyou mean this, Henry? Martin asked urgently. When you wrotelove, did you really mean love?Yes,I meant it, Henry told him. I love you, Martin. It feltwonderful to say so.Martinmade a little noise, sharp and excited and triumphant. He threwhimself into Henrys arms and kissed him, trembling and digging hisfingers into Henrys biceps. Say it again, Henry. Tell meagain.Ilove you.CanI say it back to you, Henry? Do you want to hear it from me?Ido if its true.Itstrue, Henry. I love you.Henryheld Martins beautiful face between his hands and Martin put hishands lightly on Henrys wrists. Henry believed him; Martin didntlook like a liar. He seemed so happy, bright color in his cheeks, hisbrilliant eyes alight. Henry slid Martins glasses from his nose,folded them,
Ithought possible.Yeah?Henry was pleased by this.Yes,definitely. I didnt think Id have a master like you.Henryshook his head. This isnt to do with me being your master,he said. Its just love.Theymade love again, this time up against the wardrobe mirror becauseHenry wanted to see their faces together, to appreciate their pained,adult expressions. He enjoyed seeing how his hands looked on Martinsskin, fingers digging in, holding him in place. His face in themirror over Martins shoulder was dark with passion, his expressionsomber; this was his real self, the face he would show only to hisbeloved.Itwas dirtier this time, rougher, the way Martin liked it. Henryships slammed against Martins ass, jolting his body up against theglass, and Martin gave a hitching gasp with each thrust. When he gaveMartin leave to touch his cock, he came calling Henrys name, andso Henry came, too, collapsing against him, cock jerking in his ass.He never wanted to let him go.Foronce, Martin was in no hurry to clean up, in spite of the spunkdripping down his thighs and the surface of the mirror. He turned inHenrys arms and kissed him deeply, urgently, as if he hadnt yethad his fill of Henry. They kissed and kissed as their ardor slowlymellowed. Henrys blood stopped fizzing and his impulses gentled;he could enjoy their closeness without needing to act upon it.Martinbroke off kissing. Henry?Hmm?Doyou want another cookie?Martinlay on his back on the bed picking the icing off a cookie and gettingcrumbs on the coverlet. This goes against all my training, hesaid happily. My teachers would be so angry with me.Henryate the last bite of his own cookie and licked his fingertips. Whatpart of it goes against your training?Offeringup my feelings without you asking for them. My feelings arentsupposed to matter, after all.Yourfeelings domatter to me, though.Imcertainly glad they do, Henry. But its still wrong, you see? Intelling you I love you, Im encumbering you with my emotionalconcerns and putting them on par with yours. He did not seem atall sorry of this, though, which Henry found gratifying.Well,Im glad you did. Nothing has ever made me happier.Ihoped youd feel that way. It isgood service if it makes you happy, is what I think.Henrypreferred not to consider Martins love a service,so changed the subject. Say, when did you find a moment to buy acard, anyway?Ishould ask you the same. I skipped lunch one daytheyll let usdo that sometimes if we have a legitimate need. I said I needed tobuy you some headache tablets and went to the shop.Theylet you go off by yourself? Henry wasnt sure he liked thatAlgonquin would do this without asking his permission. Henry didntthink Martin had ever had occasion to be out in the world on his ownbefore, and his immediate concern was that someone might haveharassed Martin, interfered with him.Iwas a little nervous, Martin admitted, and I did worry youmight not like it, but I really wanted to get you a valentine.Noone bothered you? Henry worried that peoplethat menwouldhave sought to waylay Martin, to talk to him or touch him.Martinlaughed gently. No one took any notice of me, Henry. I was
just aslave on an errand. Every time we go downtown we see unaccompaniedslaves going about their business and we dont pay them any mind.Thoseslaves werent Martin, though. They hadnt his appeal, his charm.They werent special, and Henry didnt love them. He didntlike the idea of Martin moving unaccompanied and unprotected throughthe world, but he did appreciate that Martin had done it for him,out of love. With effort, he let his worries about Martins safetygo, and returned to discussion of the cards.Thatwas a smart plan. I got yours when I went to buy that magazine,remember?Oh,of course. While I was looking at the peep shows.Hey,show me Toms card, Henry said, suddenly remembering itsexistence.Martinrolled off the bed and brushed crumbs off of his chest as he paddedto his room.Tomscard was an unambiguous friendship card, signed Friendsalways, Tom,with an innocuous little heart drawn alongside. Henry could find noreal fault with it. Martin should have friends, of course. Hedhoped Martin would be close with Peter, and they seemed to like eachother well enough, but their friendship was nothing like the strongaffinity Martin had for Tom.Itwas very thoughtful of Tom, dont you think? And perhaps hecould read Henrys mind, because he added quite casually, Ididnt have one for him.Henryshrugged and handed the card back. Im glad you have a goodfriend, was all he said.Thenext day brought a letter from Uncle Reggie.LittlePrince,Iam writing to you from my charming villa in the Italian countryside,though admittedly it is somewhat less charming at this time of yearthan it will be in the spring when everything is in full leaf. Itsso beautiful in the springI wish you could see it. I regret that Iwont have the opportunity to show the house to you, or to throwyou one of the parties we were known for. I am going to miss thishouse and all the good memories it contains.Iam making progress, albeit slowly. There are furniture dealers comingout from the city tomorrow to look at the contents of the houseIput it off as long as I could, but it has to be done. I am going tohave a few special pieces shipped back home to put in my rooms inGilberts house, but I will have to let go of almost all of it. Iam feeling most crushingly sentimental at the moment and am certain Idont want to sell a stick of it!Iam reluctantly entertaining offers from Mr. Ellsworths formerrivals for the purchase of his antiquarian book business. These are,for the most part, grisly old men, and theyre circling likehideous, moth-eaten vultures. Some of them were quite terrible to Mr.Ellsworth when he was aliveits a business full of back-stabbingand craven behavior, surprisinglyand I am disinclined to sell toany of them. Eventually, however, I will have to choose one, thoughnone is deserving. I have to remind myself that the sooner I am freeof my encumbrances here, the sooner I can come home to my siblingsand my dear nephews.Icant quite get used to the idea that the little boys I left behindare now almost grown men. I had worried that there would be noremainder of the fondness you
had for me when you were children, butIve been delighted and gratified to find that you both love mestill and are willing to forgive my long absence. I love the otherchildren, of course, but you and Jesse have always been special tome, and I cant tell you how pleased I am that you like one anotheras well as you do. I do hope you will try to spend more timetogether. I think youll find Jesse sympathetic, and I hope youboys will be supportive of one another as you grow into adulthood.Ivewritten to my friend Sullivan about your predicament. Sully is theyoungest of my friends. He was only about 15 when I left the city, sohes right between us in age and might have the best idea of wherea boy as young as you could meet the right sort of people. I dontwant you getting mixed up with a bunch of toughs, and I dont thinkyou want to make friends with a bunch of flamboyant types, either.Ihope this letter finds you well. All the love from Benjy and myselfto you and your lovely Martin. Write when you have a moment, darlingboyId be absolutely thrilled to hear from you.R.Henryshowed the letter to Martin. Youll help me write to him, wontyou?Whateveryou need me to do, Martin assured him. But, really, it shouldbe easy enough. Just tell him what youve been up to. Thats allhe wants to know.Imaginingthe letters Jesse must be writing, the poetry and grand descriptions,Henry wasnt sure that a mundane accounting of his schoolboyexistence would be enough to satisfy Reggie. If he were face-to-facewith Reggie, he might be inclined to confess that hed officiallydeclared his love to Martin, but he certainly wasnt going to writethat down in a lettertoo bad, because no doubt his uncle wouldhave found it interesting.Thedeclaration loomed large in his mind. Henry resisted the urge toconstantly tell Martin that he loved him. Since first declaring hislove hed said it only a handful of times more, and surely that waswise, but his heart hammered out the words and they threatened toleave his mouth with every breath. Trying to be mature aboutdeclaring his love was leaving him feeling just as desperate as ifhed not said anything in the first place. Restraint seemedprudent; surely his love would mean more if he wasnt constantlyblabbing it about. He had intended to restrict himself to onedeclaration a day, at nighttime, in bed; he had so little experienceof adult people expressing love that he wasnt sure what was or wasnot reasonable, but that was where he intended to start.Itwas difficult, though, as Martin did so many things that wereeminently lovable. For instance: the affectionate way he straightenedHenrys jackets across his shoulders. The occasional unthinkingnudges he gave his glasses to keep them on the bridge of his nose.The look of intense concentration on his face as he ran a razor overHenrys throat each morning. Mundane, ordinary things transformedby Martin into holy acts.Martinalways said it back, sometimes even said it first. Martin wasactually freer with it than Henry, clearly not worried aboutoverdoing it. He said it when they were