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the cards, Martin standing over them, light onhis toes. Henry glanced up at him as often as he dared. Martin wasplaying with his eyes closed here, as he always did. Martin playedwaltz after waltz, lush and rhythmic and Henry noted that Louis tookfrequent opportunities to look up and watch and seemed veryappreciative.Henryfared better than usual, but he was still the first one out.Thisis kind of stupid, Louis said. Just me playing Peter. We didntneed to come over here to do this, after all.Henrylay down on his back on the carpet. If youre having fun, keepplaying. Ill just listen to the music.Iamgoing to beat him, Louis pointed out. Itll only take a fewmore hands.Sir?Martin said. Sir, do you think I might play the partita? Not thechaconne,of course, but the other movements?Henryopened his eyes and saw how much Martin wanted to do this. I dontsee why not. Go ahead.Thankyou, Sir. Martin began to play the first movement, the allemande.Thisis different, Louis remarked. Pretty, though.Ilike it, Henry said mildly. In fact, he loved it, and he lovedthat Martin played it now, in front of other people, and that theplaying of it was like a secret message just for Henry. Every noteharkened back to the dozens of times Henry had heard its like playedfor his ears alone, and the particular times that were especiallysignificantlike the times Martin had played in the nude, and thetime Henry had jerked off. In Martins playing here and now, Henryheard the echoes of these memorable occasions, and it was amazing tohim that neither Louis nor Peter could hear that Martin was seducinghim with the violin.Itmust be nice, Louis remarked, peering at his cards, to have himplay any time you want.Itis, Henry agreed. He looked up at Martin, and Martin was lookingback at him, perhaps a little amused. Henry sat up, knees bent andfeet on the floor to hide that his cock was threatening to get hard.He pretended interest in Louis and Peters card game, his eyesunseeing, all of his effort put into listening for Martins musicalmessages. He could hear that Martin was impatient to be alone withhim, could hear a reiteration of all Martin had said before lunch.With visceral clarity, he remembered Martin kneeling over him,Martins heartbeat against his palm, and wanted to be alone withhim so that he could show him all that he felt.Thedance hall wasnt nearly as wild as a slave party, I guess,Louis said, frowning at his cards, but it was still a lot of fun.Im thinking I could go again, but maybe to a different venue.Youdont think you could go back to the same one? Henry asked, justto be asking; he didnt believe Louis could go back to the hallwhere hed treated Miss OMalley so shabbily, either.Idhate to see Bridget with another guy, and her friends would probablykill me on sight, anyway, Louis said glumly. But Id like totry again with a different girl. Those working girls really know howto cut loose and have fun.Dontbe stingy next time, Henry suggested. Buy the girl a drink,take her some flowers.Didyou think I was being stingy? Louis sounded a
little hurt, butalso genuinely curious.Alittle, Henry admitted. You can afford whatever a girl mightask for, especially if shes being so generous with herself.Louislaid his cards down: two pair to Peters flush. Why wont youcome, Henry? Itd be so much more fun if youd come!Henryflushed, his cheeks hot. You dont need me. All the other guyswill go with you.ButI want youthere, Louis insisted. Youre my best friend. When wereold men, I want to be able to remember these times together. Hegestured toward Martin. You say youre perfectly happy to stayhome with him, but thats not normal, Henry, even if he does havesome sort of special skillsHere,Peter snickered and Martin hit an off note, though neither Louis norPeter noticed.andyou should be getting out there and trying things on with girls. Iknow you like to dance, Henry, and Ill bet girls would line up todance with the likes of you.Henryshook his head, rejecting the entire idea. I dont know, LouisTheresnothing to worry about, Henry. These are just practice girls; itdoesnt matter if theyre not exactly what you want.Henrydidnt want to talk about his chances with downtown girls any more.He tried to divert the conversation a little. Are the rest of thefellows still going to the dance hall where Miss OMalley goes?Wendelldefinitely is. Hes got that Betsy he likes. I dont know abouteveryone else. Hey, maybe Betsy would have a friend for you! Somechurchy girl who wouldnt scare you too awfully much.Ha.Henry flopped back down on the floor and shielded his eyes with hisforearm, attempting to head off further discussion of femalecompanionship by feigning fatigue.Iwas wrong to push you toward someone like Bridget, Louiscontinued. Youre too bashful to want a girl like that, I seethat now. He dealt out cards to Peter, then added, I wontpush you anymore, all right? I just dont like seeing you get leftbehind, Henry. You wont do swaps and you wont try to meetgirls, and all the rest of us are just passing you by. I get thatMartins a great slave and you two get along really well, but itseems like youve gotten even shyer now that you have him as anexcuse to stay home.Henrylay on his back, arm blocking out the light, and felt how hot hisface was, imagined how red he must be.Yourenot saying anything. Are you mad, Henry?No.Youre right, I guess. But really, Louis, I dont mind for now.Dontmind what?Gettingleft behind. I-Im not ready to get mixed up with girls, evenchurchy girls.Whatare you afraid of, Henry? Why are you so scared of girls?Henrywas annoyed that Louis would ask this at all, and especially in frontof the slaves. What makes you think Im scared? he saiddefensively.BecauseI dont know what else your problem could be, Louis told him.Youre rich and handsome, you dont say too many stupidthings, and youre nicer than most. Youre the sort of boy girlswant to meet. All youll need to do is make yourself available andthe girls will come to you.Idont know what to tell you, Louis, Henry said. But Im notscared, so stop thinking that I am. He sat up abruptly. Can wetalk about something
else now? Im sick of talking about girls.Fine.Louis sighed and laid his cards down. Three of a kind.Petersaid, Sorry, Ive got a straight, Sir.Louisswore under his breath. Its more fun with more people playing.We need to deal you back in, Henry. And maybe Martin, too, when hefinishes this piece.ShouldI stop playing, Sir? Martin asked, his voice a little constrictedby the angle of his neck.Iwant to hear the rest of it, Louis said, but then you can takea break. He turned to Peter. Count out some pennies for Martin,will you?Ofcourse, Sir. Peter got up and went to the bed to draw coins fromthe pile of money Henry had dumped there while Louis and Henryredivided the pennies that were already in play into three equalpiles.Martinwas halfway through the fourth movement, the gigue,the last one hed be playing. Deal him in, too, Henry said.Hes almost finished. They left their cards face down and satand listened to the last measures of the lilting gigue.Martin lifted his bow from the strings and gave a deep bow as theyclapped.Bravo!said Louis. That was beautiful, Martin. Peter, is it too late foryou to learn an instrument?Ihad no aptitude when I was a boy, Sir; theres no hope of melearning now.Illjust put my violin away, Sirs, and Ill be right back, Martinsaid, seeming pleased by Louis praise.Whenthey were all seated on the floor, having made their first bets,Louis said, I was thinking about it the other day...whateverhappened with that master who was kissing his slave?Sir?Peter asked.Rememberwhen you were telling me slave gossip to cheer me up? You said one ofour friends was kissing his slave, and the slave wanted it to stop.What happened with that?Peterand Martin looked at one another, and clearly neither wanted to talk.Well,Sir... Peter began reluctantly.Hehasnt really talked about it again, Sir, Martin said.Ithink hes probably just going along with it, Sir, Peter saidwith a shrug. He doesnt have much choice, after all, does he?Heshould probably try to enjoy it, I guess, Louis said, laying downhis cards. Full house. What have the rest of you got?Louisfull house beat Martins straight, Peters pair, and Henrysgarbage hand. Louis scooped up the pennies from the pot and Martindealt out the next round of cards.Well,what about that Alex? Louis asked. Davids slave. Is he stillacting crazy?Martinfrowned at the mere thought of Alex. Well, he doescontinue to be very disrespectful of Mr. Maxwell, Sir. He tossedtwo pennies onto the carpet.Whydoesnt David do anything? Louis asked, though he clearly didnot expect the slaves to have an answer. Neither of you would getaway with acting like that. He put in two cents.Henrysuspected Martin might.He didnt know if he had it in him to discipline Martin should theneed ever arise. However, he would not be doing himself any favors ifhe let Louis know of this lack of fortitude.Maybehe thinks hell get somewhere with kindness, Henry suggested,matching Louis bet despite having nothing in his hand. Somemasters might not have it in them to punish a slave.Louissnorted at this, as if to make it clear he would have no suchcompunction.Alexdoesbrag that Mr. Maxwell is very forgiving, Sir, though
I must say hedoesnt respect him for it. Peter made his bet and frowned athis cards.Theyall took their turns discarding and drawing cards.Louisasked, Henry? Has David ever said anything to you about Alex?Me?Ivenever heard him say anything about Alex misbehaving, have you?No...butwere not close, after all. If hes talking to anyone, itsPhilip. David and Philip had always been good friends.Well,Im curious, Louis said. Arent you?Henryshrugged. He could certainly understand a master wanting to keepdetails about his relationship with a slave secret. Not really, Iguess. Hes just a bad slave.Martinand Louis placed their bets. Henry had nothing in his hand, but heplaced a bet anyway.Peterplaced his bet and they all showed their cards. Martin had a flush,Louis had three of a kind, Peter had a pair, and Henry had uselesscards.Whydid you bet? Louis asked him. Why didnt you just fold,Henry?Henryblushed, feeling foolish. It didnt seem sporting to fold when itwas just him and Martin, and with a larger group he never eventhought about it until it was too late. I dont know, hesaid. I dont care about winning anyway.Theyplayed awhile longer, until Henry ran out of pennies, and then Martinand Peter went downstairs to see if there was any cake left fromlunch. They returned with generous slices for all along with glassesof milk.Yourcook makes better cake than ours, Louis remarked, picking up thelast crumbs of his slice with the back of his fork. Dont youthink so, Peter?Peter,who still had a little wedge of cake left, said, I wouldnt sayit anywhere our cook might hear, Sir, but I do agree with you.Henrywas pleased at this praise. Martin, tell Cook how appreciative weall were when you see her again.Illbe happy to, Sir.Henryleaned back against the foot of the bed to watch while the otherthree continued to play poker. Clearly, he wasnt going to have anytime alone with Martin until after his dinner. Martin didnt seemtoo obviously unhappy, laughing with Peter and Louis as they played,but Henry felt confident that he, too, would have loved to spend theafternoon in bed. He remembered what Martin had told him, that hemight have done everything with Richard first,but that Henry had done it better,and he felt compelled to prove it over and over again, just so Martinwould never forget.Henrymust have dozed off, struggling to sit groggily upright out of aglittering dream where he was blindfolded and Martin fed him bits ofchocolate-iced cake from his hand in order to claim him.Welcomeback, Sleeping Beauty, Louis said. Were going home afterthis hand. Peter needs his dinner.Henryyawned and rubbed at his eyes. Im glad you came over. Hewas, too, mostly. Whos winning?Peter.Peterwon the final hand with a flush, all hearts.Henryand Martin went downstairs with Louis and Peter and said theirgoodbyes in the front hall. Paul brought Louis and Peter their coatsand let them out as Henry went back upstairs, Martin close behind.Henrywasnt even aware that he had reached for Martin; they were insidethe room, the door was locked, they were in each others arms.Martins mouth was hot and sweet and liquid, his hands were tightin Henrys hair, his body was molded to Henrys
own.Illhave to go down soon, Martin whispered, clearly regretful. Later,Henry, after your dinner, promise youll take your time with me,please. He nuzzled Henrys neck and rubbed his prick through histrousers. Promise youll fuck me nice and slow.Henryfelt lightheaded. Whatever you want, he promised. He ran hishands up and down Martins back, from the nape of his neck to hisass and back again, tangling in his hair. Martin sighed in his earand clung to him, trembling.Ormaybe I should skip my dinner. I could stay here with you, and wecouldNo,Henry said firmly. No, youve got to eat. He rubbed his cheekagainst Martins hair and pulled him closer still, feeling Martinshard cock pressed against his own. Ill wait for you, hepromised, resolving not to jerk off while Martin was gone. I wontdo anything on my own. Ill just be waiting and wanting you somuch...Theyseparated after a few more kisses and Martin went downstairs, leavingHenry alone with his achingly stiff prick and nothing to be doneabout it. He took off his boots and sprawled on the bed staring atthe ceiling for a few minutes and then, sighing, sat up and forcedhimself to act. He read some more of his detective story; heunderstood that one of the pleasures of such a story was trying tofigure out the mystery for oneself, but he knew he wasnt cleverenough to do so and was content to let the solution be revealed indue time. So far, all of the brilliant detectives deductions hadbeen decidedly non-intuitive, and Henry was simply not believingCharles claims that hed figured out the identity of themurderer on his own before the end of the book.Heheard Martins rapid footsteps in the corridor and sat upstraighter, eyes on the door.Henry,well need to dress you in a hurry. He seemed very apologetic.I hoped to get back to you sooner so we might have time for, well,a littlesomething, but all the others wanted to talk to me about myperformance at the party and I couldnt be rude.No,of course you couldnt, Henry agreed. He stood and unbuttonedhis waistcoat. They were all proud of you, I hope.Martinbeamed and ducked his head shyly. They were, and of Jerry, aswell. The girls in the kitchen did such fine work, too. The wholeneighborhood seems in agreement that it was an especially good party,so were all rather proud of our showing.Henrylet his trousers fall to his ankles and stepped out of them, thenpicked them up with his toe, knee raised, for Martin to take them andhang with the rest of the suit. Are there slave parties often?Youve never mentioned any, but have there been parties that youmight have gone to that you never told me about.Oh,well, yes, Martin admitted. But I havent wanted to go andleave you alone. It wouldnt be right to take you to anotherfamilys party, and Id rather be with you anyway.Henrywondered if this was really true. Really, reallytrue. Even though it pained him to say so, he claimed that, If youwanted to go to a party, Martin, youd just need to let me know soI could be prepared.Martinshook his head and took Henrys
worn shirt from his hands. Idrather be with you. He helped Henry on with his dinner shirt andsaid, You saw what the party was like. Thats what theyre alllike. People go to parties looking for sex, but I dont need to dothat.Youcould just dance, Henry pointed out, although of course he didntwant Martin to go at all.Idont want to dance with anyone, Martin said firmly. Idjust be standing around getting drunk with my friends and theydall be putting pressure on me Here he stopped abruptly andknelt with Henrys dinner trousers. Step in, please.Theydbe putting pressure on you for what? Henry thought he knew,though. He remembered Toms embrace after the dance, Tom whisperingin Martins ear.Myfriends dont have with their masters what I have with you. Theydont understand that my needs are amply met by you, and I cantreally tell them so without telling too much. He buttoned Henrysbraces on in the back while Henry buttoned them in front. I oftenwish I could tell them, though. I want to tell them how happy youmake me. He gave Henry a shy smile and took his waistcoat out ofthe wardrobe.Thisgladdened Henrys heart. I wish that, too. I wish I could tellLouis, especially, but he wouldnt understand at all.No,he wouldnt, Martin agreed. He held up the waistcoat and Henryslipped his arms through.IfI were a slave, too, we wouldnt have this problem, Henry noted.We could be together and no one would think anything of it.They had talked of this previously, though, and Martin had found thesuggestion very impractical.Yes,Martin said, but wed have other problems. Wed likely belongto different households and wed never see one another. Our mastersmight not allow us time on our own. If you want to be with me, thisis the best way. And besides, Ive said it before: I dont thinkyoud be happy as a slave.Youdont think Id be any good at it, you mean. Actually, Henrydidnt believe hed be any good at it, either, but he dislikedthe idea that Martin would think him lazy or shiftless.Martinheld up Henrys dinner jacket and shrugged. If a slave isunhappy, he doesnt do a good job. I dont think youd getsatisfaction from the work, not the way that I do, or that Peterdoes, or any of my friends do. He came around to face Henry andsmoothed the jacket over Henrys shoulders, picking a speck of dustoff the silk lapel. Youre suited to being my master, Henry;take pleasure in that. He kissed Henry lingeringly, a flick of histongue against Henrys lip.Dinnerwas uneventful, Father busy with his paperwork and Mother off in herown world. Afterward, upstairs in the family parlor, Henry slumped inhis chair waiting for Pearl to read, but Pearl did not pick up herbook.Darling,Mother said, I understand you went to the slaves party lastnight.Henryfroze. How did his mother know this? Who had told? Uh, yes, maam,I did. He flushed crimson and shifted in his chair to move out ofthe lamplight.Ivealways wanted to go to a slave party, Mother continued blithely.I understand that theyre quite licentious!Mother giggled at the naughtiness of the idea, which embarrassedHenry further. He had had
no idea Mother was hiding this sort offrisky nature under all her layers of black depression.Er,maybe a bit more so than a society party, Henry allowed, unwillingto share all that hed seen with his mother!Theres some kissing that goes on.Motherlaughed. Youre sparing my sensibilities because Im a lady,arent you darling? I know very well its more than that! When wewere young, my Pearl loved parties and told me allabout them. At this, Pearl blushed to the tips of her ears andlooked down at her hands in her lap.Theidea of the Pearl he knew, a gentle and modest lady, having sex in aback room at some wild party was a little upsetting, but there was noreason to think it couldnt be true.Fathercleared his throat. You understand it was fine to attend thisparty since it was in your own home, Henry, but youre not to go toslave parties elsewhere. If you let Martin go, he goes on his own,understood?Yes,sir.Yourenot to get mixed up with slave girls. Its bad for your reputation,and the consequences are dire for the girl.Yes,sir. I know.Youhave Martin to take care of your needs, Father reminded him.Hell have to be sufficient until youre old enough to marry.Thiswas mortifying beyond belief. Henry shrunk into himself, flushing afurious crimson.Henry.Do you understand?Yes,sir. I understand. Henry hunched in his chair, feeling exposed andpersecuted.Mothersat up straighter and adjusted her shawl around her shoulders. Bythe way, Hiram, why on earth did you allow the party to be heldhere? she asked. I was quite surprised, you know. It would havebeen much more usual to rent a hall.Fathergave her a black look. Perhaps if youd seen your way to give mecounsel beforehand, I would have made a different decision.DidntTimothy suggest?Ithought to do Billy a kindness for his years of service, Fathersaid. I didnt see the harm in having it here. Its a verylarge house and it was no bother to any of us. A few broken glasseswas all the damage. He rattled his paper and settled back behindit.Ourfamily surely has an eccentric reputation, Mother remarked with ahaughty sniff.Henrythought she was right, but just as much for her reclusiveness as forFathers social errors.Downthe hall, behind Henrys locked door, he shook with relief to bealone with Martin at last. They undressed quickly, leaving theirclothes scattered on the carpet. Henry bent Martin over on the bedand dropped to his knees behind him. He parted Martins ass cheeksand spit on his asshole, which twitched as Henrys saliva slid downthe cleft toward his balls. Martin whimpered and shifted his weightback, toward Henrys mouth.Please...Pleasewhat? Henry blew across Martins wet asshole and grinned asMartin sucked in a sharp breath and squirmed.Icant wait. I want your mouth on me.Henryspit on him again and chuckled at Martins frustrated whine. Hecouldnt wait, either, though. He licked Martin, a slow drag of histongue from Martins balls up to his hole, making him wet, flickingand probing and drilling down while Martin shuddered and moaned, hisvoice muffled by the bedcovers.Henrytugged on his own cock while he licked. Martin thrust against thecoverlet, sinuous twists of his hips while he pushed back against thepressure