The Duke of Tremont

Chapter 9

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Two evenings later Justin sat amongst the other guests in the great hall of Duke Brian’s castle. Though stuck in bed for the last few days Justin had a steady stream of visitors to his room. Daphne, of course spent a good amount of time with him every day as did Ben, Duchess Lindsay, Mel and Deb. Perhaps his most interesting visitor had been Bishop Vic, who had made a point to spend a few hours a day with the young Lord.

Justin had been shocked when the Bishop had revealed to him that he was fey as well and had enjoyed the company of men before he had taken his vows of celibacy. They had several enlightening conversations about God’s love and Vic’s theories on the Church and The Bible. All of this had thankfully made Justin a little surer of himself and also sure that he hated Father Ronald even more than before.

One person who had been noticeably absent from Justin’s room was Brian. Justin had yet to see the man since the all night vigil at his bedside that first night. The young man had been too shy and hesitant to ask about the Prince’s whereabouts so he had suffered in silence wondering when he would see the handsome man again.

Justin once again craned his head to the entrance of the great hall seeing who was coming in now. Daphne tugged his head back around; “Justin I was trying to talk to you. What on earth are you doing?”

“Sorry Daphne,” Justin said sheepishly as he adjusted the sling on his right arm, “I’m just excited to finally be around people again.”

Bishop Vic leaned into his ear on the other side; “relax son; he’ll be here soon. He always likes to make an entrance.”

Justin blushed and nodded whispering his thanks to the older man. Just then Brian, Lindsay and their entourage swept into the hall and seated themselves. Brian declared the festivities to start and the meal was served. His eyes moved down the table as he silently greeted each of his guests with a polite nod. His gaze stopped on Justin’s and held for a few moments, both men unable to break away. Finally Lindsay leaned over to tell her husband something and Brian broke contact with Justin. The younger man felt himself flush with yearning and guilt as he continued to watch Brian and his wife.

Soon the meal ended and the tables were cleared away to make room for dancing. Justin gratefully used the excuse of his injury and sat in a chair along the wall watching his friends. After a few hours of the fun and merry making Justin noticed Brian slip out onto a patio just off the dancing area. Justin got up to follow and arrived outside just in time to see the Duke disappear behind an ivy covered wall. Justin moved to the wall and peeked around finding an almost hidden, narrow staircase. He gingerly began to climb the stairs.

As he reached the top step he noticed the stairway opened onto another sizeable balcony. Brian was leaning forward on the stone railing looking pensively into the night; “I see you followed me,” he spoke to Justin without turning around.

“I...uh...yes,” was all Justin could think of to say.

Brian turned making Justin’s breath catch at the sight of his attractive features in the moonlight. He smiled sardonically at the boy; “I had thought that your lack of speech skills had been due to your injury before. Perhaps you are simply dim?”

Justin turned bright red; “I am not dim,” he snapped, insulted.

“That is good to know,” Brian moved closer drinking in the sight of the young man who had plagued his thoughts and dreams these past nights. “Why are you here young Justin?” He asked softly.

“I wanted to see you,” replied Justin; “I wanted to thank you for your kindness.”

“What else did you want?” Brian cupped his chin with a gentle hand.

Justin trembled slightly under the touch; “I don’t know what you mean.”

Brian leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on Justin’s lips; “I believe you do know what I mean,” he answered softly.

Justin regained control of his senses and pulled away turning from the older man; “My Lord we cannot do this.”

Brian moved behind Justin and pulled him against his chest; “why?” He asked the young man softly in his ear; “I’ve tried to avoid you these past few days, knowing that I want you. I’m not good for you, but I can’t stop myself. I want you Justin Taylor. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone or anything.” He spun Justin around in his arms and brought his mouth down to Justin’s in a searing kiss full of passion and promise.

Justin felt his knees go weak as he responded to the kiss, opening his mouth to let Brian’s tongue in. Once again his common sense took over and he pulled away backing up a few steps; “but your wife and child,” he said breathlessly. “I am a man of honor My Lord. I have come to respect Duchess Lindsay too much to do this to her.”

“Oh Justin,” Brian laughed out loud, “you are such a treasure.” He moved forward and took Justin’s hand pulling him toward the edge of the balcony. “Look down below and over to that next balcony.”

Justin looked and was startled to see a scene lit by a dim oil lamp. Lindsay was sitting on a chaise with her feet in Mel’s lap. Mel gently massaged the pregnant woman’s swollen feet stopping every once in awhile to kiss a toe. “What does this mean?” Justin asked in wonder.

“It means, dear Justin, that my wife and I are married in name only. A match made so that our parents would finally leave us alone to live our lives how we see fit. Mel and Lindsay have been together for many years.”

“But the child?”

“The child is mine. I do need an heir after all and Mel and Linds want to raise a baby.”

Justin stared at Brian for a few moments absorbing what he just heard, then pulled the older man to him in one swift movement crashing their lips together. “I want you Brian,” he gasped in between kisses, “want you so much.”

Brian began to back them up toward the door leading inside; “my bedchamber is this way. Do you want to come in with me?”

Justin hesitated a bit and then gathered up his courage; “yes,” he responded, groaning as Brian kissed his neck. He pushed the older man away just a bit and looked into his eyes, “just be careful please. I have never done this before.”

“I promise,” Brian responded brushing a lock of hair out of Justin’s eyes and following his finger with a gentle kiss. He took Justin’s hand and led him into the bedroom.

Justin stopped and stared in awe at the enormous four poster bed that filled the room. It was covered in midnight blue velvet and piled high with pillows. Curtains of matching blue velvet also hung at each post to keep the morning light out. “It’s beautiful,” Justin spoke in awe.

Brian moved behind Justin starting to untie the ribbons of his cuffs; “you are beautiful Justin;” he kissed down the side of Justin’s neck making the young man moan again. He undid Justin’s belt, pulling the blue velvet tunic over his head, then he untied his collar, leaving his cream colored silk shirt open to reveal the ivory skin of his chest. Brian could not help but to stop and taste the beautiful clear skin, placing gentle kisses and nips along the way. He finally moved to loosen Justin’s matching blue velvet pants and hose letting them fall to a heap on the floor.

Brian just stood for a moment to drink in the beauty of the young man, but Justin had other ideas. Soon he was removing Brian’s similar black outfit in much the same fashion until both men stood in their loose silk shirts and nothing else. Justin pulled Brian in for another passionate kiss and Brian knocked them both to the bed, being careful not to hurt Justin’s shoulder. Hands were searching and touching with aching needs as both shirts were removed gently and they began to explore each other’s naked bodies in earnest.

Brian found himself straddling Justin as he gently pulled on his cock; “so have you never done anything like this at all?” He asked softly, enjoying the look of pure pleasure on Justin’s face.

“No,” Justin gasped out, “what do we do next?”

Brian smiled and was about to respond when he heard a frantic knock at the bedchamber door; “Brian!” Michael called out; “Brian!”

“What is it Michael? I am busy;” his hand never left Justin’s cock.

“I’m sorry Brian,” Michael responded, “but Mel told me to come get you. It’s time. Lindsay is going to have the baby.”

Justin chose that exact moment to cum, spilling his seed all over Brian’s hand; “Oh, I’m so sorry,” he apologized profusely turning bright red.

Brian laughed softly and brought his forehead down to touch Justin’s; “it’s all right. You are young, that was only the beginning of what we will do together, but now I’m afraid I must go to Lindsay,” Brian moved off the bed and began to pull on his clothes. “Do you want to come with me?”

Justin stared at the duke; “what?”

Brian wasn’t sure why, but he wanted Justin to share this with them; “would you like to come with me to see my child? I would like you to.”

Justin smiled and it made Brian’s heart soar; “I would love to.”

“Good. Hurry and get dressed then,” he opened the door to reveal a grinning Michael. When Michael saw Justin follow the Duke out of his room his smile fell a bit, but Brian wrapped an arm around each of the men as they moved down the corridor; “let us go and meet my new child gentlemen,” and all three laughed with glee.

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