by John Simpson
“I’ll grab some iced tea and go on up. No more than an hour, you promise?”
“Yes, I promise,” David said, and he kept his word.
Chapter 2
DARREN AND Michael got into Michael’s Land Rover with a security car following and drove through the gates of Winfield House. The drivers already knew where they were going and had sent an advance man to the club to have a look around.
The boys held hands in the back seat and watched the scenery go by. Since it was not an official or royal motorcade, the cars stopped at all traffic lights and signs and pulled up at Heaven, the club that included the G-A-Y Bar, just after nine. On the other side of a velvet rope, a line was waiting to get in. Two of the security men spoke to the bouncers at the entrance, and Darren and Michael were waved in.
The people waiting in line began murmuring as they tried to guess who the two young men with the bodyguards were. One guy in particular wanted to know, loudly.
“Oy! Who were them blokes?” he shouted at the security man who’d remained outside.
Security ignored the shouts, and the bouncers wouldn’t reveal who they were either. The last thing the club wanted was problems involving the royal family or the son of the president of the United States.
The club was fairly crowded, but management made a table available in an area that could be easily watched by security. When Darren and Michael sat down, a waiter came over to take their orders.
“What can I get you?” he asked.
“A bottle of your best champagne!” Michael replied.
“That’s quite expensive, sir. Are you sure?”
Michael saw the club manager watching and called him over.
“Yes, sir, is there a problem?” the manager asked.
“Not really, but I would appreciate it if you would tell your waiter not to worry if I can afford a bottle of champagne or not.”
“Of course, sir, and the first bottle is on the house. Raymond, get them the best we have,” the manager said to the embarrassed waiter.
As they were walking away, the manager was chewing the waiter’s ear off, shouting over the music. “Anyone who comes into this club with bodyguards, especially American or Scotland Yard, you serve them what they want! Do you understand?”
“Of, course, sir, I’m sorry. Who are they anyway?”
“Never mind. Just do your job, and make sure you pay attention to that table! If I get a complaint from either of those men, you’ll be looking for another job.”
Darren and Michael watched the scene unfold.
“I hope you didn’t just get him fired, Michael. We do look young, and maybe it’s his job to make sure we can pay for an expensive item like you ordered. You didn’t even ask how much it cost!”
“I didn’t want to spend the entire night trying to make the waiter believe we have money. Now, it won’t be an issue.”
“Okay, I would just hate to see him lose his job. He’s kinda cute.”
“If you like that type, I suppose. Me, I like your type. Thank you for spending the night at my place. I hope you know that I intend to take full advantage of you.”
Darren laughed. “I hope you’re not too disappointed when you find out that you’re the one who’ll be facedown in the pillow tonight. I want some royal ass, and I won’t take no for an answer.”
Michael laughed, but before he could retort, Raymond, the waiter, was back. He popped the cork and poured two glasses.
“I apologize if I offended you gentlemen by asking if you could pay for this. We’ve had guests slip out on rather large bar tabs, and when that happens, the waiter has to pay the bill.”
“Don’t give it a second thought. We understand,” Darren said before Michael could open his mouth.
The waiter walked away, and Michael turned to Darren.
“You really wanted to make sure I didn’t read him again, didn’t you? You Americans, all for the common man and all that. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not some stuck-up member of the royal family. I care about the people just as much as you do. But I’m on a date with a very important man, and I want you to enjoy yourself tonight without some bloke cocking it up.”
“Michael, no one could fuck up my time with you. Just being with you, whether it’s here or on the moon, makes me happy.”
Michael looked around to see if any paparazzi were near before giving Darren a quick kiss on the cheek.
“That was nice of you to say. It’s really nice to date a man who doesn’t give a toss that I’m royalty, even if I am only minor royalty.”
“I wouldn’t care if you worked behind that bar over there. It’s you, not who you are, that attracts me. The same holds true for myself. I’m someone’s kid, too, and I know you don’t care about that. Now let’s sip some of this expensive champagne and dance our asses off!”
They spent the rest of the night dancing, drinking, and otherwise having a great time. They made friends with a couple of cute guys who had no clue who they were, and the twosome became a foursome.
“I gotta say, mate, you know how to dance!” Barry told Michael.
“Cheers! When you have a beautiful partner, it’s easy,” Michael replied while looking at Darren.
“So are you two lovers?” Andy asked.
“Let’s just say we’re dating and in no hurry to put any labels on it,” Darren said.
“Blimey, a Yank and a Brit! You Yanks have been stealing our women since World War II and now you’re after our men!” Barry said.
Everyone laughed but Darren. He had to think about what was said.
“He’s joking, love. Don’t take it seriously,” Michael said.
“I just don’t really get it,” Darren replied.
“Ah, he’s busting your bollocks, mate. The old stories were that during the war, a lot of our women dumped their British boyfriends and took up with Yanks,” Andy said.
“But, why?”
“Because you Yanks had money in your pockets, and the girls loved something different. You know, a lot of women went home at the end of the war with their Yanks. They were called ‘war brides.’”
“Really never thought about it. But if I’m gonna steal anyone, it’s going to be this man,” Darren said, smiling.
“So you live here, then?” Barry asked.
“Yeah, for a while.”
“What do you do?” Andy asked.
“I’m in the US Air Force.”
“Another Yank soldier! Figures!” Barry said, and they all laughed.
“What about you, mate? What do you do?” Andy asked Michael.
“I work for a large PR firm here in London.”
“Well, you’re a hot couple. Don’t suppose you and your Yank would like to come back to our place tonight for a little slap and tickle, eh?” Andy asked.
Darren chuckled. “Slap and tickle? I won’t ask.”
“Actually,” Michael said. “While we may not be lovers in name, we don’t share each other with anyone.”
“Too bad. I’ve never had a Yank. Wanted to see if they have big cocks.”
Everyone laughed again.
“Come on, Darren, dance with me,” Barry said.
“No, thanks, but I appreciate it.”
Barry wasn’t about to take no for an answer.
“I’m borrowing your Yank to dance with,” Barry said, grabbing Darren by the arm and knocking over the drinks.
When security started to move in, Michael waved them off. Darren let Michael know he was all right.
“So, how about you ditching your mate and coming out back with me? I’ll give you something you won’t forget for a while,” Andy said to Michael.
Michael was watching Darren and Barry intently.
“Did you hear me?”
“Fuck off. You need to take your mate and go somewhere else.”
“Wow, you’re quite the bitch! You and the Yank are made for each other.”
Michael ignored Andy when he saw Barry’s hand slip down to squeeze Darren’s ass. He sho
t out of his seat and hurried onto the dance floor.
As Darren tried to break away, Barry aggressively pulled him back.
Michael grabbed Barry’s arm to pull him off Darren. When Barry drew back his fist, security moved in fast. Before Barry knew it, he was on the floor looking up at the ceiling.
“You’re bloody lucky they got to you first!” Michael yelled at Barry, as Andy swiftly approached from the rear.
“Look out!” Darren yelled.
An agent gut-punched Andy, and he went down as well. Club management came over and asked what had happened. Once everything was explained to them, Barry and Andy were banned from the club.
“That took all of the fun out of the evening. Can we just go to your place now?” Darren asked.
“That’s a brilliant idea.”
Security advised the driver to be ready as they weaved their way thought the curious crowd. They neared the entrance, and the people made a path for the couple surrounded by security. The locals recognized security men when they saw them and assumed them to be police or agents guarding VIPs. They stared, but no one tried to hinder the departing pair.
When they got outside, a line was still in place as were Barry and Andy.
“Bodyguards, eh? Good thing. You need them!”
“Get bent, tossers,” Michael shouted.
The two cars loaded up and took off for one of the royal houses near Buckingham Palace.
“I’m sorry that happened, Darren. One minute we’re laughing and drinking and the next we’re in a brawl.”
“Never mind, it’s fine. I’ll still go back there. It’s a great club, and those assholes are banned. So, now that I have my ‘war bride,’ let’s just enjoy the rest of the night.”
Michael chuckled as they pulled up in front of one of countless, white row homes with black trim and two pillars at the door.
“Thank you, guys. Sorry you had to get busy tonight,” Darren said to the security men.
“No problem, Darren. Scotland Yard will be here shortly, and then we’ll be gone. Do you want us to come get you in the morning?”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll have my men take him home,” Michael said.
“Good night, then, gentlemen,” said the detail leader.
As the couple approached the front door, it was opened by house personnel who’d been alerted.
“Good evening, Your Highness.”
“Hello, James. We won’t be needing you, so you can retire, if you like. But please make sure we’re all locked up, nice and secure.”
“Very good, sir.”
“Let’s go into the living room,” Michael said.
“This is nice, very nice,” Darren said as he looked around.
“It’s not bad. I’m comfortable here, but it’s certainly not like my relatives’ homes.”
“I’d be happy here,” Darren replied.
“Drink?”
“Something soft, please. I think I had enough alcohol at the club.”
“This will be the only soft thing you encounter tonight,” Michael replied with a smile.
“Promises, promises,” Darren said as he accepted a glass of orange juice with ice.
As they sat down, Michael apologized again.
“Darren, if I overreacted to that arsehole putting his hands on you, I’m sorry.”
“Well, I am a big boy, and I think I could have handled him. This isn’t my first rodeo.”
“Rodeo? Isn’t that an American thing where they ride wild horses or something?” Michael said facetiously.
Darren chuckled. “I mean, this isn’t the first time I’ve encountered a man who wouldn’t take no for an answer. If I had really needed help, I would have signaled security.”
“You wouldn’t have signaled me?” the prince asked.
“No, I would have signaled the men whose job it is to handle exactly these types of situations. A prince of the royal household of Great Britain is not usually called upon to be a bouncer. Besides, if you had intervened and gotten hurt, the palace would have been pissed, and the story would be all over the place.”
“Okay, as long as you know I would have come to your aid. You’re right about the reaction from Buckingham Palace, if it had gotten out of hand.”
“I know. My mother wouldn’t have been pleased either, let alone Uncle David and Uncle Shane. If anything like this happens again let security handle it, please?”
“Agreed. Come here, Yank.”
Darren chuckled. “But I don’t wanna be accused of stealing a British man from other Brits!”
Michael swallowed any more words with a deep, passionate kiss that lasted for what seemed like a lifetime to Darren. It literally took his breath away.
“Damn, you’re a good kisser. You’re pretty good with your mouth, you know that?” Darren said with an evil grin.
“I’ve never had any complaints. Not that there have been that many blokes I’ve bedded, but they were well pleased. I’m doing far more with you than I’ve ever done with any other man. I think you’re quite special, Darren. I just wish you weren’t in the damn military.”
“Thank you, but why? What’s wrong with my being in the Air Force?”
“It’s the thought that you could receive orders tomorrow and be off to some faraway place in the world. Even worse, if your country was pulled into another war, you could be in danger. I wouldn’t deal with that very well.”
“Neither my mother nor the Air Force would ever permit me in a war zone, so that’s not gonna happen. As for a transfer, technically, it could happen, but Uncle David would get me assigned here because of us. He really likes you, which means a lot in my book. Uncle Shane is very hard to impress. Of course, if you were to hurt me by breaking my heart, I wouldn’t want to be you with Uncle Shane on your trail.”
Darren chuckled, and Michael pretended to be shocked.
“I’ve got a smashing idea. Why don’t we go up to my bedroom, shower, and climb in bed?”
“I can make that idea even better. Why don’t we shower together and save on the royal water bill?”
“Brilliant. Bring your drink!”
Michael took Darren’s hand, and they went up to the second floor to a bedroom. It was modestly appointed compared to the rest of the house, but it was spotless and had its own bathroom.
“Nice, but I’m surprised it’s so simple.”
“Why? What did you expect? Queen Elizabeth I’s bed?” Michael laughed.
“No, the room is nice but not overdone. The rest of the house is more formal.”
“Once in a while, we have official guests staying here, and the house has to be prepared for that. You’re the first date who’s ever seen this room. Now get your clothes off or I’ll rip them off you. Unless you want to let me have you with all that sweat on your body.”
“Ew, no way, mister. Not into that at all. I have to be clean, and so do you, in order to play.”
Both men stripped and took a few moments to kiss with their naked bodies pressed together. With erections bouncing, they went to the large bathroom, which featured a Jacuzzi tub and an enormous shower stall.
“Which would you prefer?” Michael asked.
“The shower. I want you in bed as quickly as possible, and the tub is for relaxing.”
Once the water temperature was right, they squeezed under the rainfall showerheads and sighed in contentment as the water rolled down their bodies and the sweat slid off.
“Turn around, and I’ll soap you up,” Michael said.
Darren did as asked and felt Michael’s hands slipping and sliding all over his back and ass. Michael knelt to go down Darren’s legs and back up to his crack. When he started to work a finger into the opening, Darren spun around so fast his dick slapped Michael in the face.
Darren laughed so hard he slid down the wall to sit on the floor of the shower. Michael took the chance to go down on what was left of Darren’s hard-on. Laughing turned into moaning, and soon Darren was fully erect once more. After a minu
te or so, Darren pushed Michael off his dick and stood. They embraced and kissed, their erections sliding against each other’s stomachs.
Darren turned Michael around and soaped up his back, ass, and legs. He inserted his finger into Michael, expecting him to protest, but instead found Michael riding his finger. Darren had to fight the urge to take Michael then and there.
“Let’s rinse off and get into bed. I wanna fuck you so bad, it hurts.”
“I have to tell you something.”
“What? I’ll use protection.”
“It’s not that. I’m a virgin there. I’ve never wanted another man to take the top position with me. It goes against my grain. But for you, I will.”
“Do you think it makes you less of a man or something Victorian like that?”
“Funny that you use that expression under these circumstances, but yeah, something like that.”
They rinsed off, dried each other, and combed their hair. Michael grabbed Darren by the dick and led him into the bedroom.
Chapter 3
MICHAEL TOOK the lead and went down on Darren slowly, using lots of tongue. Darren moaned in appreciation as jolts of pleasure ran through his body. Michael worked his way up until he reached Darren’s chest and suckled on each nipple, making Darren moan even louder. Finally, he licked his way back to Darren’s mouth, and they kissed for what seemed like hours.
“You’re driving me fucking crazy, you know that, right?” Darren asked.
“Good. I want you to really enjoy this. Even though I’ve never bottomed before, if that’s what you want, I’ll give it to you,” Michael answered.
“I want.”
Darren now became the aggressor, flipping Michael onto his back. Darren ran his tongue up and down Michael’s washboard abs as he tweaked both nipples. He then traveled down to Michael’s cock and proceeded to give him the same treatment he’d enjoyed—a nice, slow blowjob.
Michael’s head thrashed around on the pillows as Darren’s tongue went lower, running repeatedly over Michael’s balls. He would take one in his mouth, roll it around, gently sucking, before moving on to the other one. Finally, he released them, and they lay between Michael’s thighs. He twisted Michael’s legs so Michael was forced over onto his stomach, revealing his best feature.
