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Copyright ©2008 by Jade Falconer
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CONTENTS
Once in a Lifetime
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Epilogue
About the Author
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Published by Phaze Books
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Sanctuary
Wicked Game
The Perfect Gift
Back to the Past
Unexpected Connections (print collection)
The Best Laid Plans
Survival
Eye of the Beholder
Time Again
Santa Please
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Once in a Lifetime
a novel of homoerotic romance
JADE FALCONER
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Once in a Lifetime copyright 2008 by Jade Falconer
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Chapter One
Percival wasn't doing well with his studies. His father had invested a fortune in various tutors, and until the new one arrived he'd fared all right. Now, however, he was one season shy of being shipped off to University, and he couldn't seem to concentrate on anything.
The problem was Mr. Thatcher, that everyone could agree on. Of course, Percy knew it wasn't because he was a poor tutor. He came highly recommended. The problem was that he was simply the most handsome man Percy had ever laid eyes on. Of course, he hadn't seen very many men, other than the elderly servants that inhabited Castle Elgin, and the occasional boy from town. But they were nothing like Mr. Thatcher. He was tall, and ... large. All over.
When Mr. Thatcher stood in the classroom, Percy had a difficult time doing more than gazing adoringly at the man. Percy knew he had to make more of an effort, although he wasn't sure how he could manage it. He tried to read his texts when the tutor wasn't around, but as soon as Thatcher returned, the questions he had flew right out of his head.
"My lord?” Mr. Thatcher said patiently. “Would you like me to repeat it?” He stood before a small blackboard covered with writing.
Percy sighed. “Yes, would you please, Mr. Thatcher? Something about the Crimean War, was it?” His gaze stole down the length of the other man's body before snapping back up to his face with a faint blush.
The teacher frowned and set the chalk down, brushing the dust onto his trousers before approaching Percy. He stopped in front of the desk and looked down with evident concern. “My lord. Are you unwell? You look flushed. Shall I fetch a doctor?"
Percy stared at the tutor's crotch, enticingly at eye level, then looked up slowly. “I, I'm quite well, Mr. Thatcher. I,” He bit his lip. “My apologies. I am only distracted. I shall try harder.” He swallowed audibly. Clearly the poor man had no clue about the effect he had. Percy had half a mind to tell him precisely what distracted him.
The tutor leaned down and put his hand on Percy's shoulder. “If you are having some sort of personal issue, my lord,” he said softly, “I am not much older than you, and I do understand the distractions of a man your age. If there is anything I can do to help..."
Percy's eyes widened. “Pardon me, Mr. Thatcher, but I really don't think you would understand my problems.” He took a deep breath and sighed. “Have you ever studied the Greeks?” he asked, feeling reckless.
"Extensively,” the teacher answered, pulling up a chair to sit next to Percy. “What does that have to do with your problems, my lord?"
The man was either impossibly innocent or deliberately discounting what he was saying to save his potential reputation as a peer of the realm. “I suppose you know, then, that they preferred the company of other men to women,” he said, being as obvious as he could. “Unfortunately, such sensibilities are frowned upon these days.” He pouted slightly.
After a moment's hesitation, the teacher finally spoke. “Though they are frowned upon, those sensibilities have not altogether ceased to exist.” He raised his eyes to Percy's.
Percy had to smirk at that. “No indeed, as I am here to attest,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “So you can see my difficulty. I do hope you're not offended, but I would likely be better at my studies if you were not so...” He looked his tutor up and down slowly. “Young and healthy. And male.” He held out little hope that the older man shared his predilections. He was used to people being patient with him, no matter how outrageous he was.
The teacher smiled and raised an eyebrow. “You would prefer a tutor who was old and decrepit?”
he asked, leaning closer. “Perhaps he would still be attracted to you, however. For you are quite lovely to behold."
Percy blinked. “I would undoubtedly be less distracted with such a tutor, though I wouldn't say that would be my preference.” He started to see a glimmer of hope. He smoothed his thick hair down. “Lovely? Do you really think so?"
"I would never say such a thing were it not true,” the older man said, licking his lips. He looked around. “I wonder if we are truly alone,” he breathed.
Percy glanced at the door. “No one ever comes up here, but the ghost and us,” he said. He turned back to his tutor with a coy smile. “We can lock it, though, if you are concerned."
"The ghost?” Mr. Thatcher asked in surprise.
Percy got up and walked over to the door, turning the lock. “It's nothing. It's just a legend,” he said quickly. He returned to his desk, sitting on the edge of it, gazing into his tutor's eyes. “Now, you were wondering if we were alone?"
The teacher sat back in his chair, looking up at Percy. “Perhaps you should come here, my lord. And tell me what it is about me you find so distracting."
Percy approached him slowly, letting his hips sway. His heart pounded. He couldn't believe this was happening. He moved closer. “Well,” he said, licking his lips. “Where to begin? You're tall. Handsome..."
The teacher beckoned him closer. “Go on, pretty lord,” he whispered. “What did you think you wanted to do with me?"
Mr. Thatcher's lap seemed to call to him. He lingered for a moment before closing the distance. He settled himself on the man's lap. “I don't know. What did you think I could get you to do to me?” he asked, arching an eyebrow. He didn't really know what he was asking, but he wanted to know.
Moaning softly, the teacher suggested, “Perhaps a kiss to begin, my lord? If I could be so forward..."
It was all Percy could do not to gasp at the feeling of his tutor's stiff cock against his thigh. He didn't want to seem completely unsophisticated. He leaned against Mr. Thatcher's chest, turning his head to stare into his eyes. “That sounds lovely,” he said.
The teacher slid one hand into Percy's shoulder-length, wavy hair and pulled his mouth to his. He pressed his lips gently against Percy's. Percy's eyes drifted closed and he kissed back. He was prepared to do anything with the handsome man. His hands rested lightly on his broad chest. He didn't know quite all that was involved, but he had an idea. He wriggled in his lap, rubbing against him.
Mr. Thatcher leaned into the kiss, his free hand coming up to rest on Percy's thigh. His lips parted against the boy's. Percy followed his lead, parting his own lips. That such a handsome man would understand, and appreciate the same things, was awe-inspiring to him. His hands moved slowly around the tutor's neck.
The teacher's hand moved up Percy's thigh, slowly, as he parted the boy's lips with his tongue. Percy was painfully aroused at this point. He opened his mouth further, touching Mr. Thatcher's tongue with his own. His knees slid farther apart, inviting the scandalous touch. The teacher stroked his tongue against Percy's, and his hand slipped higher. His thumb stroked upward, seeking the hot bulge in the boy's trousers.
Percy sucked in a sharp breath. He pulled back from the searing kiss, panting hard. “Well, I suppose you do understand, then,” he whispered. He could see he had much to learn from this gorgeous man, and he wanted it all. “I much prefer these lessons.” He kissed him again, threading his fingers into Mr. Thatcher's hair. The teacher kissed back more forcefully, hands sliding around to Percy's firm buttocks. He squeezed them with his large hand, plundering the boy's mouth thoroughly.
Percy whimpered and shifted around on the larger man's lap until he straddled it, facing him. He moved as closely to him as he could, encouraging his touches. He was nearly frantic for him now.
Mr. Thatcher's hands were on Percy's ass now, and they ground together as they kissed. Two hard cocks rubbed together through trousers, and the older man pulled back. “My lord, have you ever..."
Percy had to pause a moment to decide what to say. Ultimately, he thought that it would be painfully obvious. “No,” he murmured, nuzzling Mr. Thatcher's cheek. “But I want to. Please?"
That made the older man groan. “I don't mean to deny you anything, my pretty lord,” he purred, one hand slipping under Percy's shirt. “I just wanted to be certain."
"You can call me Percy.” He shrugged off his coat and started unknotting his tie. “Under the circumstances,” he said, his lips twitching. His hips rocked, forcing a moan from his throat.
The teacher raised an eyebrow. “In that case you must call me William.” He helped the boy unbutton his shirt, touching him as much as possible.
"Mmm, William. That's a lovely strong name,” he said, humming quietly. He tugged off the fine linen shirt haphazardly, letting it fall to the floor. “I'm to understand that you know what you're doing, while I do not?” he asked, panting.
William smiled widely. He ran his fingers lightly over Percy's pale chest, pinching a nipple gently. “Oh yes, Percy. I know exactly what I am doing."
Percy gasped, licking his lips. He arched his back. “Oooh, does ... does everything feel so good?” he asked. He wanted more. He wanted to try everything. His fingers found William's buttons and opened them one by one.
"Many things feel even better,” William promised, hands dropping to Percy's trousers.
His fingers traveled down to the buckle of William's belt. “Mmm, like fucking?” he asked in a whisper. He enjoyed shocking people, yes, but more than anything he wanted to try the word out, taste it on his tongue before he got to actually experience it.
William's breath hitched. “You are a bold one, Percy,” he growled, yanking open the fastenings of the boy's trousers too quickly, tearing one of them. “Be careful what you ask for."
Percy bit his lip, but he smiled. “Ooh, impatient, William?” He stood up slowly and sat back against the desk, still facing him. “You've torn my trousers. Was there something you wanted in there?” He loved making the other man want him. It was exhilarating. His trousers gaped open and his cock strained against the loosened fabric.
William stood quickly, towering over the smaller man. The teacher was easily half a foot taller than Percy and much broader. He grabbed him by the shoulder and by the hair, growling, “Don't think your title will help you now, boy. I'm in charge here.” He pinned him against the desk with his strong body.
Percy's cock throbbed when his formerly mild-mannered tutor suddenly turned into a snarling Greek god. “Of course you are. I'm hardly more than a boy, after all. You are most definitely a man,” he purred, his head tipped back and held there by William's grip in his hair. “There's nothing I can do but let you take what you want."
William groaned, grinding against Percy. “I want your pretty little arse, my lord,” he purred, emphasizing the title. “And I will take it.” He spun Percy's slight frame around easily, so he was bent over the desk.
Percy let out a helpless yelp as he caught himself from hitting the desk face first. He felt his trousers yanked down and the cool air hitting his naked ass.
William held Percy down with one hand as he opened his trousers with the other. He pressed his hot, hard cock against the younger man's ass and growled, “Is this what you want, boy?"
Percy gasped at the feeling of it. He finally had a dawning awareness of the fact the William was extremely large. He couldn't help but wonder if it was going to hurt. He knew men did this for pleasure, so he assumed it would be all right. And he needed to know what it was like. “Y-yes,” he panted. “I want you."
William reached around, roughly groping at Percy's hard cock. “Yes, you do, don't you,” he said, tone softening slightly. He rubbed his arousal up and down the younger man's cleft, moaning. “If I'd known this before, your lessons would have been far more interesting."
Percy relaxed slightly, whimpering when William touched him. “I ... maybe I shall be able to concentrate more, after,” he panted. He did want
to excel at his studies. William was simply too distracting.
"Or perhaps you just need the proper motivation,” the teacher replied. He parted Percy's buttocks, tracing his fingers down the untouched cleft. “We'll need some oil."
Percy whimpered loudly. “Oil?” he asked dumbly. He arched his back, straining for more touch, more of something. He felt so dirty and naughty and wanton. It was more than he'd dared to hope for.
"Do you know what it is that you're asking for, Percy?” William breathed, running his finger over the smaller man's entrance. “Do you know what I mean to do with you?"
Percy knew. At least, he knew the basics. He'd read every scrap of information he could about buggery, frequently of a moralistic tone. “You, you're going to p-put your cock ... up my arse,” he panted.
"Very good,” William said approvingly. “Now I know what it is you've been studying rather than history.” He stepped back then, walking around to the side of the boy. “Look at me,” he ordered. He held his cock in his hand, sticking out of his trousers. “Do you think it will fit easily?"
Percy's eyes widened as he stared at the other man's cock. It was most definitely larger than his own. “I ... no. It doesn't look like it would fit at all,” he said quietly, licking his lips.
William smiled. “If I just shoved it in you right now, it would hurt you quite a bit,” he nodded. “That's why we need oil. And I need to prepare you, since you've never done it before.” He ran his hand down Percy's back, over his ass.
Percy licked his lips. “I, um, there might be some bath oil in my grandmother's room,” he said quietly. He felt like he was in good hands, and he was vastly reassured that William wasn't going to actually hurt him. “Shall I go get it?"
"Yes,” William nodded, stroking himself slowly. “Do hurry back. I'm quite looking forward to it."
Percy didn't waste any time. He fixed his trousers up and grabbed his shirt. If he actually ran into his grandmother she might forgive dishevelment, but not a state of obvious undress. He stuffed his shirt down into his waistband unevenly, and knotted his tie haphazardly. “I'll be right back.” He unlocked the door and slipped out, sprinting to his grandmother's room.
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