His Lordship's Secret

by Samantha SoRelle

  No more, Alfie decided. When this business with his cousin was sorted, he would ensure Dominick was taken care of and would never have to worry about where his next meal was coming from, never mind resorting to selling his body to pay the rent.

  He cursed aloud and looked away from the mirror, unable to bear his own reflection any longer. All this time he had been so selfish, focused only on himself and his immediate concerns while Dominick had been watching out for him as always, and Alfie had taken it for granted.

  “No more.”

  Aloud, the words seemed even more of a vow. Tomorrow, he would start taking steps to ensure Dominick was the one protected in future, but for tonight, Alfie could show him, with his words and body, that he was safe, cherished, loved.

  Resolved, Alfie nodded to himself and crossed to the fireplace, needing some task to occupy his hands. He had gotten the fire built up with enough logs to last the night and sat back on his heels to admire his handiwork, when he heard a deep voice from behind him.

  “I thought I told you to stay in bed?”

  Dominick stood framed in the doorway. He set the tray in his hands down on the dresser and leaned against it with his arms crossed. Amusement was clear in the quirk of his smile and the glitter in his eyes. Alfie’s breath caught, the image before him so much like his fantasies that he hardly dared move lest he disrupt the moment.

  “Well?” Dominick raised an eyebrow. “Are you going to do what you’re told?”

  Alfie licked his lips. “Make me.”

  There was a moment of stillness like the terrible calm before the storm, then Dominick was upon him.

  Alfie barely had time to rise to his feet before Dominick was there, cupping his face with both hands and pulling him in for a kiss. Alfie gasped into it in shock, before quickly coming to his senses and returning the kiss in full force. He licked against the seam of Dominick’s lips, and was delighted when they parted for him, Dominick welcoming him in.

  He dissolved into the moment, feeling drunk and lightheaded. The room spun, but there was no poison in his system this time, just want and need. He pulled Dominick into him with one arm around his back, while he twisted his fingers of his other hand into Dominick’s hair and pulled.

  Dominick snarled and broke the kiss before diving in to capture Alfie’s bottom lip between his teeth, biting down hard. He laved the sting away with long, soothing laps of his tongue. Alfie whimpered, and his eyes fluttered shut. No fantasy could compare to the feeling of Dominick in his arms, savage and caring in turns; filled with such passion that Alfie could not think, or plan. All he could do was tip his head back to allow Dominick greater access as he moved his biting kisses from Alfie’s abused lips to pepper them along his jaw and throat.

  “We shouldn’t,” Dominick murmured, punctuating his words with a kiss just below Alfie’s ear. But before Alfie’s confusion could turn to worry, he continued, “You were poisoned yesterday.”

  “I’m fine, I swear.”

  “You should be in bed.”

  “I agree,” said Alfie, shivering all over as Dominick found a particularly sensitive spot and began to nibble. “What are you going to do about it?”

  Dominick growled and absently Alfie felt himself being moved backwards, but it was still a shock when the backs of his knees hit the bed. He lost his balance, falling backwards with a startled cry to land with a huff amongst the disordered bed linens. At the sound of Dominick’s laughter, he scowled.

  “Was that really—” the words died in his throat.

  Dominick stood at the side of the bed, the fire behind him casting his features into shadow. With his outline thrown into such a clear silhouette, Alfie realised for the first time exactly how immense his friend really was. For a moment, he felt the same frisson of fear that Dominick’s opponents must feel stepping into the boxing ring and seeing him waiting for them.

  The light gleamed off his eyes and teeth, like he was not a man but a demon here to devour Alfie and drag him down into the pits of sin. Dominick put a hand on each of Alfie’s knees where they hung off the edge of the bed. Slowly he drew them apart, stepping in between them before leaning down and running his hands up Alfie’s bare thighs.

  Any fear Alfie felt immediately turned to excitement. In one movement, he wrapped his legs around Dominick’s waist and knocked his elbows out, twisting their bodies as Dominick fell so that he came out on top. He smiled down smugly from his perch atop his defeated opponent.

  “I see you didn’t forget everything I taught you,” Dominick said cheerfully. “Or do you get in many scrapes with other lords? Fighting over the best seats at the opera perhaps? Or who gets to bring Lady such-and-so a glass of ratafia?”

  He placed his hands back on Alfie’s thighs. Alfie blushed to realise that the robe he had thrown on so quickly had come loose, barely concealing anything at all. He forced himself to remain still as Dominick’s hands moved back and forth along the tops of his legs, not pushing, but simply caressing. As if there was nowhere else in the world Dominick would rather be than lying under Alfie, and he was in no hurry to do anything else. Alfie relaxed and sat down more heavily, only to realise that Dominick might be slightly less composed than he seemed, if the hardness poking into Alfie’s backside was any indication.

  He bit his lip and risked a slight roll of his hips. The effect on Dominick was immediate. His fingers clenched into the meat of Alfie’s thighs and his eyes darkened.

  “You’re a wicked one, aren’t you?” he murmured, voice as deep and powerful as the sea. Alfie had the distinct impression he was about to be wrecked upon it. He found he didn’t much care.

  Slowly, Dominick slid his hands up, and at Alfie’s nod, tugged gently on the end of the belt. The already loose knot unwound immediately and the robe fell open. Dominick kept his eyes locked on Alfie’s as he pulled the two sides apart, giving him a full view. Alfie tried not to squirm under the scrutiny, his nails digging into his palms to fight the impulse to cover himself as the moment dragged on and on.

  He felt Dominick’s gaze on him as hot and heavy as any touch, moving down his chest, following the blush Alfie felt spreading down from his face, his cheeks blazing from the combined sensations of embarrassment and lust. He felt it sweep past his nipples, pebbled in the chill of the room the fire had yet to warm, and continue steadily downwards, past the flat planes of his stomach until it finally rested on his cock, fully hard and throbbing for attention. Alfie choked as a drop of clear fluid slid from the tip, and Dominick’s eyes flared.

  “Perfect,” he said, almost too softly for Alfie to hear.

  Then suddenly Alfie was once more on his back, robe pooling as Dominick leaned over him.

  “Perfect,” Dominick said again.

  That was all the warning Alfie had before Dominick’s mouth was on him, taking him in to the root and sucking hard. He cried out, back bowing off the bed in pleasure. He was distantly glad Dominick had sent Mrs. Hirkins home, because there was no way he was going to be able to keep quiet under such exquisite torment.

  Dominick sucked again, before pulling back to lick and kiss the head of Alfie’s cock as if it was some rare treat. Alfie shuddered. None of his experiences had ever been a fraction as erotic as this. He felt as if he was going to fly apart at any moment from the unbearable sensations. He was unable to take one more moment of Dominick’s mouth upon him, but would die if he stopped.

  “Please, please, please…” he begged. He dug his fingers into Dominick’s hair, the silky strands all that anchored him to the very earth.

  Dominick released him with an obscene pop, moving back just far enough that his breath panted over wet skin, electrifying Alfie’s nerves and sending sparks of lust shooting throughout his body. A thin line of saliva still connected his bottom lip to Alfie’s prick, and Alfie groaned as he licked it off.

  “Please, what?” asked Dominick innocently, cursed devil that he was.

  Alfie was too far gone to articulate his desires any further.

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nbsp; “Please.”

  Dominick pressed his cheek against the inside of Alfie’s thigh, dropping a kiss there so light and sweet Alfie felt his heart rip in two. His stomach caught in his throat, and he croaked, trying to say something, anything of the feelings Dominick awoke in him, but before he could, Dominick dived back down, licking and sucking. Alfie’s eyes closed in bliss as Dominick wrapped his lips around him, taking him in impossibly deep.

  Alfie tried to gasp out a warning, fingers tightening to the point he worried he might be hurting Dominick, but then Dominick hummed and it was too late. Alfie felt the crest of pleasure rising from within his very soul, and with a shout, he came. He felt Dominick swallow around him, drinking down pulse after pulse. The filthiness of it all wrung another jolt of climax from him.

  His shout turned into a sob as he pried his eyes open, unsure of when he had closed them, to take in the sight of Dominick lying fully dressed before him, arms wrapped around Alfie’s hips to hold him down as he licked the last traces of spend from Alfie’s cock. His eyes were heavy lidded and self-satisfied, but still burned with need for his own release. He was wicked. He was debased.

  He was beautiful.

  Too far past words to say any of this aloud, Alfie tugged on Dominick’s hair again, this time trying to pull him upwards. With a chuckle Dominick obeyed, laying his clothed body over Alfie’s bare one. He was in a fine shirt and pair of trousers that Alfie had bought for him, but even the expensive fabrics felt rough against Alfie’s over-sensitised skin. He wrinkled his nose at the sensation, earning him another chuckle, before Dominick’s mouth descended on his.

  This kiss was not the wild, desperate act of before, but was filled with no less passion. Alfie drifted in the blissful haze of his release and let Dominick explore his mouth, charting with lips and tongue like a conqueror discovering as he claimed.

  As he came back to his senses, Alfie responded more thoroughly with licks and even nips of his own, until they reluctantly parted for breath. Dominick rested his forehead against Alfie’s chest, the rise and fall of his body brushing in interesting ways against Alfie’s. Alfie felt himself begin to stir once more and nearly whimpered when Dominick glanced up at him wickedly.

  “How much have you done with other men?” he asked, moving his way down Alfie’s chest to one of his nipples. Never breaking eye contact, he took it lightly in his teeth, giving it the same treatment of sharp bites and soft tongue that he had given Alfie’s lips and neck. It felt like there was a direct line between Alfie’s nipple and his prick, the sensation flooding down his body. He went lightheaded as his cock filled again.

  “I… what?”

  “How much have you done with other men?” Dominick asked again, mercifully pulling back enough that Alfie could think. “There’s more I want to do with you, much more, but I’m not sure how much you’ve done. Though, I’m not sure I should ask. I’m going to be embarrassingly jealous no matter what you say. I just want to be so good for you, Alfie.”

  He looked away as he spoke, and Alfie’s heart broke all over again. Once more, he’d been selfish, taking his pleasure without giving Dominick his own. Because it wouldn’t have always been good for Dominick would it? It might have even been terrible sometimes. But here he was with Alfie, his heart still so gentle that Alfie couldn’t help but love him.

  The wave of love should have been drowning, but instead Alfie felt buoyed by it, letting it raise him above his embarrassment enough to admit the truth.

  “That was it, really. Or rather, I’ve had that once before. A mouth, I mean. A man’s mouth that is, or well, a boy’s really. But not—it was when we were at university you see. And then several times I’ve…” He carefully unwound his fingers from Dominick’s hair to gesture crudely, his courage beginning to fail him. “But with the risk of being caught I’ve never… well.”

  “Go on,” Dominick said, crossing his arms on Alfie’s chest and looking at him with poorly-concealed amusement. “I’m sure I have no idea what you mean. Perhaps if you mime it more fully? Or we could play charades?”

  Alfie cuffed him lightly upside the head. “You’re a beast.”

  Dominick hummed noncommittally.

  “Look in the side table then,” Alfie said. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

  With another more interested hum, Dominick rolled off him and sat up to investigate.

  “Oh,” he said softly. He pulled the contents from the drawer.

  “Yes, ‘Oh’.” Alfie said. The bottle of oil he had hidden away looked small in Dominick’s broad palm. He sat up and placed a hand on Dominick’s arm to get his attention.

  “I haven’t before, but I want to with you.” He whispered. “I want you in me, Nick. Fuck me.”

  He kissed Dominick fiercely and felt him shudder against him.

  “Right,” said Dominick eventually, “Christ, stop that, I need to think. Right. How shall we do this?”

  Alfie lounged back against the pillows, feeling every inch the wanton as Dominick’s eyes raked over his bare skin. It was powerful, this feeling. Intoxicating.

  “I may not be the expert,” he drawled, his confidence returning. “But I believe that for best results it helps if both parties are unclothed?”

  Dominick looked down as if he had never seen a shirt and trousers before in his life and had no idea how they had appeared on his body.

  “Right,” he said again with a long pause before trying to shed all of his clothes at once, tangling himself in his shirtsleeves almost immediately.

  Alfie laughed and kneeled up to help, nearly tearing the buttons off Dominick’s shirt in his haste while Dominick unfastened his trousers. Alfie’s eyes lit up and he reached out for his prize, only to have Dominick gently push him back onto the bed.

  “Money may be no object to you now, but I know what these togs are worth, and I won’t have you ruining them just because you can’t wait two minutes.”

  Alfie huffed and rolled his eyes. He understood, but who would have believed that the boy who had thought that washing clothes meant wearing them out in the rain would now be so careful about removing his shoes and laying out his stockings on a chair so they wouldn’t wrinkle. Although… This was a show Alfie could still enjoy.

  He wrapped his hand around his cock, now fully hard once more. He slid his fingers slowly up and down the length, the touch barely more than a tease as he watched Dominick shrug his shirt from his shoulders and meticulously inspect it for any tears or creases. His back was a thing of beauty, the colossal planes of it rippling with muscle as he bent to lay his shirt upon the chair. His loosened trousers hung low, revealing two dimples just above the swell of his arse. Alfie’s heartbeat thudded loudly in his ears and he tightened his grip.

  “Turn around,” he croaked, licking his suddenly dry lips.

  Dominick glanced over his shoulder at him and went perfectly still, before straightening and turning around, standing tall and proud. It was Alfie’s turn to look his fill, and he took his time. He’d seen Dominick without his shirt before, it was almost becoming a habit now, but he’d never really gotten a chance to look at him.

  He licked his lips in a vain attempt to draw moisture to his suddenly dry mouth. From the front, Dominick’s physique was even more impressive, dark golden hair thick across the heavy muscles of his chest, the rich curls narrowing down his chiseled stomach before tantalizingly thickening again above the waistline of his trousers. It gave an illusion of softness that Alfie knew he wouldn’t find. He had thought before that Dominick was like a bronze statue, but in the firelight, it was clear he was not cold, unfeeling metal, but more like a statue straight from the forge, the bronze still glowing with heat. To touch him would be to invite catastrophe.

  “Come here.”

  Dominick walked over to him without hesitation. Giving himself one last squeeze, Alfie scrambled to his knees on the edge of the bed, putting him almost at a height with Dominick. He draped his arms languidly over his friend’s shoulders and pulled hi
m in for a kiss. He led this time, Dominick responding to his every touch as if Alfie had given him orders aloud. Alfie pulled back to trace his fingers down a length of string knotted around Dominick’s neck like a necklace to the ring that hung in the center of it.

  “What’s this?”

  “Something of mine I found recently.” Dominick hummed, running his nose along the edge of Alfie’s jaw, once again finding that sweet spot that made him shiver.

  “That sounds mysterious.”

  “It is.” He traced the shell of Alfie’s ear with his tongue. “But I want to think on it a bit first.”

  “Very well,” said Alfie graciously despite the breathiness of his voice. “I suppose I shall have to find my distractions elsewhere.”

  He felt Dominick’s grin against his cheek as he released the ring and pushed his hands down further still, taking Dominick’s trousers with him as he went. They dropped loose to the floor, and finally, finally he had all of Dominick revealed to his eager eyes.

  His cock was as impressive as the rest of him, long and thick, standing proudly from a dense thatch of hair. There was already slickness gathered around the head, and Alfie didn’t even realise he was reaching out to touch until Dominick hissed. He pulled back.

  “No, no, keep going. Please, Alfie.”

  Carefully he took the member in his hand, sliding from root to tip. At Dominick’s groan, hot and wet in his ear, he grew bolder. Firming his grip and giving just a bit of a twist at the end, the way he himself liked, while his other hand cradled Dominick’s sac.

  Dominick dropped his head to Alfie’s shoulder and sighed. “Bloody perfect.”

  Alfie gave him a few more long strokes, but could take it no longer. Seeing Dominick like this, touching him, holding him, only made Alfie need him more. His body clenched with desire. He leaned back slowly, guiding Dominick down with him onto the bed.