The Duke of Tremont

Chapter 10

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Three candle marks had passed since Michael had summoned Brian to his wife’s suite of rooms and still there was no word. Though he proclaimed not to love his Lady wife, Justin could tell by Brian’s nervousness that he cared for her very much and was worried.

Another loud groan came from the bedchamber and Brian stood gripping the mantle of the fireplace tightly until it passed. Justin moved to the older man running his hands up and down his arms in comfort; “I do not know much about childbirth My Lord,” he said quietly, “but I think this is normal.”

Brian smiled down at the earnest young man; “aye, that it is Justin, but it is hard to know someone you care about is in such pain.” This time a scream came from the room and both men winced; “even if you know the pain is bringing something wonderful with it,” Brian continued softly.

“Yes, I understand,” Justin replied.

Brian pulled Justin closer to him breathing in the scent of his soft, blonde hair; “I am glad you are here with me.”

Before Justin could respond Michael entered the room again with Bishop Vic in tow; “has it happened yet?” Michael eyed Brian and Justin oddly but the Bishop just smiled.

“Not yet,” sighed Brian, but Deb came out a little while ago and said it would be soon. He let go of Justin and moved to the window to stare into the night as yet another loud call came from Lindsay’s room.

The Bishop smiled fondly at Justin then moved to Brian’s side; “they will be fine Brian.” he said so only the two of them could hear.

“Yes, I know,” Brian replied, grateful for the Bishop’s kind words. “Thank you for coming in the middle of the night. It was important to Lindsay to bless the child right away.”

“Of course,” Vic replied. “He is a wonderful young man,” Vic said, changing the subject.

Brian did not have to ask whom it was he spoke about; “yes I am finding that out.”

“Please don’t hurt him Brian.”

Brian snorted softly; “you say that as if I have a choice. Somehow I seem to hurt everyone who loves me; without even trying.”

“It doesn’t have to be that way.”

Vic’s thoughts were interrupted by another loud yell and then the soft wailing of a baby’s cries. Soon Deb poked her head out of the room; “it’s a boy! Brian you have a son! Let us get them cleaned up and then you can come see him.” She closed the door on them once again.

“Son,” Brian said as if in a daze, “I have a son.”

“Oh Brian, congratulations!” Justin threw his arms around Brian’s neck, and then Michael and Vic were offering their congratulations as well.

Soon Deb came back out and ushered the men into the room. A tired but beaming Lindsay was sitting up in her large bed with the babe in her arms. Mel sat beside her while Deb and Daphne bustled around the room cleaning.

“Daphne?” Justin questioned softly, “what are you doing here?”

“I helped Mel Justin. It was so amazing.”

“She would make a wonderful healer’s apprentice,” Mel interjected.

“Thank you,” Daphne blushed and turned back to her job while Justin stared at his friend with new respect.

Meanwhile Brian had taken his new son into his arms. “What shall we name him?” He asked his wife.

“Well Mel preferred Abraham, but I was thinking Augustus,” she smiled at Brian and winked.

Brian looked at the baby and then to Justin; “what do you think?”

Justin stared back at Brian and then turned his attention to Lindsay who simply smiled at him as if it were perfectly normal that he be part of this decision. Mel didn‘t look quite as comfortable with it, but she held her tongue; “well Abraham would cause teasing when he is older, but I think Augustus would be all right. You could call him Gus.”

“Ah, yes, Duke Gus, how very noble,” Mel said under her breath, but Lindsay elbowed her.

“Augustus it is then;” stated Brian handing the baby back to Lindsay, “now Bishop Vic if you would do the honors, I’m sure Lindsay would like to get some rest.”

Vic stepped forward; “certainly Brian.”

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Brian danced Justin back into his bedchamber and kicked the door closed behind them. “I have a son Justin!” He pulled the young man in for a hearty kiss; “can you believe I have a healthy son? Is he not the most handsome babe you have ever seen?”

Justin gazed up into Brian’s eyes still a bit dazed by the elated man before him and the kiss he had just received; “a truly handsome boy My Lord,” he agreed softly.

Brian met Justin’s gaze and brushed a lock of hair from his forehead; “as are you, young Justin,” he replied before taking his lips with his own in another passionate kiss.

The fire between them was instantly ignited as the kiss lingered on and on. This time there was no gentle removal of clothing followed by tender kisses. This time clothes were ripped from one another with no regard for the fine fabrics or propriety.

Brian picked Justin up and flung him across his bed; “I’m going to have you now Justin. Would you like that?”

Justin reached up to pull the man into another kiss; “yes,” he whispered breathlessly.

“Roll over,” Brian helped to push him onto his stomach. Brian kissed the back of his neck and let his tongue trace its way down his spine. Brian gently spread the cheeks of Justin’s splendid ass letting his tongue gently touch the pucker of his hole. He smiled at the surprised gasp that was emitted from Justin’s lips, then went back to work teaching the boy about pleasure.

When he finished he rolled Justin gently to his back grinning widely at the expression of bliss on the younger man’s face; “surely that is horribly wrong and a sin My Lord, but I must confess I care not.”

Brian laughed and leaned down to press his lips to Justin’s; “I am glad you feel that way,” he whispered, “and you must stop calling me your lord. It makes me nervous.”

“Sorry,” he punctuated with a kiss, “Brian;” he reached for Brian’s cock and squeezed gently, “My Lord.”

Brian grabbed both his hands and pinned them over his head; “you are an imp aren’t you?” He asked playfully. They began to kiss earnestly again until Brian could wait no longer to be inside this beautiful young man. He nudged Justin’s legs apart and gently wrapped them around his waist. “I’m going to be inside you now,” he said reaching for a jar on his nightstand.

“Yes,” Justin answered simply as he gazed at Brian with nothing but trust and raw lust in his eyes. Suddenly he jumped and squirmed; “oh, it’s cold!” He exclaimed, “what is that?”

“It’s an oil that Mel makes; though I don’t believe this is the purpose she had in mind.” He continued to work his fingers in Justin’s hole, “don’t worry,” he smirked, “it will warm up.”

Justin smiled and nodded as he reveled in the feeling of Brian’s fingers inside him. Brian then moved his legs up to his shoulders and positioned his cock at his hole; “does it hurt?” He asked nervously.

“Yes,” Brian replied with a quiet intensity, “but that’s part of it. It will pass.”

With that he began to push in and Justin tensed at the blinding flash of pain; “hurts,” he gasped.

Brian stroked the hair at his temples; “I know, just relax and it will get better, I promise.”

Justin nodded and tried to relax and then Brian was in all the way. He waited for a few moments to let Justin adjust and then began to move slowly. Then Brian hit a spot and Justin saw stars; “oh, oh God, Brian,” he muttered.

“Yes, that’s it Justin,” Brian whispered, “I want you to remember this always, remember me inside you always.”

Justin answered his words with a passionate kiss. Justin was the first to reach completion followed closely by Brian. They lay sated in each other’s arms for a few moments neither wanting to break the spell with words.

Finally Justin crawled on top of Brian, straddling the older man; “I suppose it could work this way as well,” he said as he ground down on Brian’s hardening cock.

Brian laughed out loud; “you are an imp!” He exclaimed joyfully as he realized that Justin was as insatiable in bed as he himself was. He leaned up to take the boy’s lips in yet another searing kiss.

They continued to make love throughout the night.

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The next morning they lounged in Brian’s bed feeding each other the breakfast Deb had brought them. They had jumped up in shock when the woman had burst into the room this morning carrying a tray laden with finger foods.

“Of course I knew where you were;” she responded to Justin’s question, “I saw the way Brian was looking at you last night. There was no mistaking that you would be in his bed this morning.”

“Oh,” Justin had replied, ducking his reddened face.

“Hey,” Deb said, gently chucking him under the chin; “they are hardly ever still in his bed by morning,” she said quietly while Brian was busy using the garderobe; “you are special young Justin.”

“Thank you,” he responded with a huge smile.

“You are very welcome Sunshine,” Deb grinned back.

She had left quickly then, leaving them to their breakfast and each other.

“So,” Justin said as he lazily fed Brian a piece of cheese, “you must have slept with Lady Lindsay to make her with child. What was it like?”

“That’s awfully rude,” Brian responded giving Justin’s bare butt a light smack.

“I want to know,” replied Justin.

Brian tipped his head back in thought; “it was like dancing, nice but no feelings behind it. I did my duty and she did hers. I suppose it does help that we have been friends forever and genuinely care about one another.”

“Why did you marry her? I mean if you do not love her?”

“You are very idealistic aren’t you?” Brian asked as he pulled Justin to him for a kiss. Justin settled against his chest rubbing gentle circles around his nipple and Brian sighed. “We were both past the accepted age of marriage. I was the youngest son of the King and her father was one of my father’s most trusted advisors. We had been friends since childhood and a match was often suggested between us. We are stubborn however and knew what we wanted out of life. I wanted men and she wanted women, it was simple to us, but obviously not something we could share with our families. My father already knew but refused to acknowledge that part of my life.

“King Jack knew about you?” Justin asked in awe, having heard things about the King that were less than friendly.

A painful expression passed over Brian’s face; “yes, he found me with one of the servant boys when I was fourteen. The boy was lashed and I was beaten and then I was to be sent to the monastery.”

Justin sucked in a painful breath; “the monastery,” he repeated quietly.

Brian kissed the top of his head; “yes, the monastery. I can relate to your life more than you know Justin.”

Justin nodded; “then what happened?”

“Well, let’s just say I never made it to the monastery. I ran away from the guards who were escorting me there. I ran and ran until I found an inn in a small village. I was so tired and hungry I would have done anything for something to eat and a soft bed. Luckily it was Deb who ran the place and she gave me a job in the stables in trade for board and meals. Michael lived there with her and the two of us became friends.”

“I think Michael loves you,” Justin said matter-of-factly.

“You are very cheeky,” Brian responded, “he is in love with the idea of me. I love him like a brother and that is all;” Justin nodded in his arms, “I think now he has your Benjamin to distract him.”

“Really?” Justin sat up to stare at Brian.

“Yes, really,” Brian kissed his nose and settled him back into his arms.

“So you did not stay away from home did you?” Justin resumed their previous conversation.

“No, my brother Jonathan finally found me. We have always been close and he looked for me for months, he was so angry with father. He persuaded me to come home and he persuaded our father to accept me as long as there was never any mention of my deviant lifestyle. I think he managed to make father realize that it would be better than a huge scandal in the royal family. So we lived like that for a long time. My father, mother and sister, Princess Claire all hated me and my only salvation was my brother.”

“I’m so sorry,” Justin said softly as he kissed Brian’s chest.

“It’s all right; I grew used to it. Anyway as I said Lindsay and I were pressured to marry and we finally gave in. We realized it was the only way we could live our lives how we truly wanted to. I suppose that made my father dreadfully happy at the end of his life. It was not long after my father died when my uncle, who was the Duke of Tremont, passed with no heir and my brother bestowed me with his title.”

“That is quite a story Brian,” Justin said as he sat up, “I suppose princes do not have such easy lives after all.”

“No, they do not,” Brian agreed, “I think it is sometimes harder to be a prince. Though, you are an heir in your own right and may be forced to wed some day as well.”

“No,” Justin replied with certainty, “I shall never wed a woman;” he slid his arms around Brian and kissed him tenderly.

“We shall see about that, Earl of Westlake; we shall see,” answered Brian.

‘And I will never be Earl of Westlake,’ Justin thought to himself as Brian pulled him down to the bed, covering him with more hungry kisses, ‘how could I and remain here with you?’

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