by John Simpson
“History, my arse! You came here to get into my trousers. I know you now!”
“Well, maybe a little bit of me wants that.”
“Finish eating. We’ll watch some television and then shower before bed.”
“Cool. Is there anything cold we can take to the room to drink?”
“There’s already an ice bucket in the bedroom with your favorite soft drinks. If you want something heavier, we have a bar in the apartment as well.”
“No, just soft drinks are fine. You see, I get thirsty when I work.” Darren smiled wickedly.
“What work would that be?” Michael asked.
“You’ll find out!”
They finished eating, blew out the candles, and went back to the bedroom, where they set up their drinks, took off their clothes, and had a quick shower. After walking to the bed naked, Michael pulled one of his bags over so it would be handy later. They got under the sheets, turned on the television, and snuggled.
“What are you in the mood for?” Michael asked.
“It’s still early, so why not try to find a movie to watch?”
Michael clicked through the channels and found a World War II movie called The Desert Fox: The Story of Rommel.
“I love this movie! It stars one of my favorite English actors, James Mason! And it just started!” Darren exclaimed.
Michael smiled because he’d found something that pleased Darren. As they watched the movie, occasionally sipping their drinks, they grew more comfortable with each other in bed. When the film was over and they turned off the television, it was just after eleven.
Michael shut off the lights, and they began to make out. They kicked the covers off as they grew more passionate. There were long bouts of kissing that neither man was inclined to cut short.
“God, I love being able to be with you, Michael. You’re so good in bed, and you kiss like a dream. I love it.”
“It’s easy with you. You’re so bloody sexy, I want to eat you up,” Michael replied.
They kissed more, and Michael made it plain he was taking control of their lovemaking. He gently pushed Darren back onto the pillows as he kissed his neck, making Darren moan. He tweaked Darren’s nipples before sucking them one at a time. Darren ran his hands through the prince’s hair and rubbed his back.
When Michael licked his way down Darren’s treasure trail, Darren moaned loudly.
“Suck me!” Darren urged.
Michael took his time and resisted the erection that bobbed at his face as he got closer and closer. As he fondled Darren’s balls, he ran his tongue down the underside of Darren’s shaft. He kissed each testicle and then licked his way back to the head of Darren’s dick.
Darren placed his hands on the back of Michael’s head and pushed his face down. He let out another loud pant as Michael tightened his mouth around his cock and began to suck. Darren thrashed in total ecstasy as Michael used his tongue and mouth to pleasure him. When Darren’s balls begin to tighten, Michael withdrew and let Darren’s dick flop down on his stomach with a loud smack.
Darren attempted to return the attention, but Michael took command once more. He pushed Darren back down and straddled Darren’s chest as he forced his erection down far enough to fit in Darren’s open mouth.
Darren sucked eagerly as Michael rocked back and forth, fucking his mouth. He was able to take Michael’s full length without gagging, and he grabbed a double handful of Michael’s ass, urging him to let go.
Michael was surprised how quickly this brought him to the point of no return, and he pulled out of Darren’s mouth. Sliding down until he was beside Darren, he kissed his chest.
“I’m so tight now, it hurts!” Michael said.
“Then let’s get off! You’ve given me blue balls, too, so let’s rock it.”
“I want to shag you, okay?” Michael said.
“How about I ride you instead?”
“Outstanding, mate. I have a condom and lube in my bag. Let me get them.” Michael reached over the side of the bed and fumbled around in his bag.
He retrieved the needed items and lit a candle on the nightstand so they could see each other while they fucked.
Darren rolled the condom onto his lover’s cock and liberally applied lube to Michael’s erection as well as his own entrance. He eased down onto Michael’s shaft, and Michael got a grip on his hips.
Darren stopped halfway. “Damn, that hurts tonight for some reason.”
“Just take it slowly. I’m in no hurry,” Michael answered.
Slowly, Darren lowered himself until his balls were pressed against Michael’s. “Ah, that’s better,” he said.
After a few moments, Darren began to flex his thigh muscles, raising and lowering himself onto Michael’s hard cock. While Michael stroked Darren’s hard-on, Darren played with Michael’s nipples, pinching and twisting them slowly.
“Fuck, that feels great! Ride my cock!” Michael exclaimed.
As Darren increased his speed, Michael pumped Darren’s cock in the hope that they would come together. When both men reached the point where there was no stopping the building orgasm, they looked into each other’s eyes as they climaxed. Darren shot his load on the prince’s chest, face and hair, while Michael pumped shot after shot into the condom. Finally, when they both finished, Darren stopped, and all that could be heard was heavy breathing.
When the climax began to fade, Darren gradually pulled off Michael’s softening cock until it popped out. He went to the bathroom for a wet washcloth and brought it to the bed. He tenderly wiped Michael’s face, chest, hair, and cock before he took the used condom, wrapped it in tissue, and threw it into the trash can. When he was done, he returned to the bathroom and rinsed out the washcloth.
“That was fantastic,” Michael said when Darren returned. “You’re just as good in bed as I am. I’d say we make a good couple, my friend. Our desires complement each other, don’t you think?”
“Sure, as long as I get to bang you once in a while.”
“Would you mind if I took top position most of the time?” Michael asked.
“No, if that’s what you like the best. As long as I get to do it once in a while, too, I’m fine with it.” Darren began to chuckle. “I came so hard that time my nuts hurt!”
“I know what you mean. Mind if we just go to sleep now?”
“Not at all. It’s been a long day with a great ending. Good night, my prince.”
THE NEXT morning the phone by the bed woke the lovers at nine o’clock for a day of exploring the palace. They got out of bed, smiling and chatting happily as they dressed and went down to breakfast.
Once more, they helped themselves at the sideboard and poured coffee and orange juice from carafes on the table. They practically inhaled the food as though they hadn’t eaten in a month. After a second cup of coffee, they declared themselves stuffed and left the table.
“Are you ready to explore?” Michael asked.
“Sure am. Are there tourists on the property today?”
“Yes, they don’t close a place like this just because of me, but it’ll be fun. We can blend in with the crowd, and no one will be the wiser,” Michael said.
“What about our security?”
“I’m sure they’ll be able to blend in, as well.”
“Okay, then, let’s go!”
They joined the second tour group of the morning. To the visitors, they looked like two typical young men on holiday. The bodyguards were discreet, and no one looked twice at them. They toured the kitchens and heard the history of how they were added to the original structure, before they moved on to the state rooms. The area that most awed Darren was the private chapel where both Cardinal Wolsey and King Henry VIII had prayed and attended Mass.
“The stained glass windows are so beautiful, Michael! Could we come back here early this evening to just sit and think?”
“Certainly, if that would make you happy. Are you religious? We’ve never really talked about it.”
“I
’m not sure I’m religious, but I am a spiritual person. I believe in God and in the teachings of Jesus.” Darren looked around. “I can almost see the royals of Wolsey’s time sitting here in prayer. It’s truly inspiring!”
Michael smiled at having learned something new about the man he was dating.
When the tour was over, they took their time leaving the gardens. They sat on one of the benches to enjoy the breeze and the perfume of the flowers.
“Do you think you’d be comfortable living in a place like this?” Michael asked.
“It’s beautiful, and it really does appeal to me. I suppose, as long as I didn’t have to pay the utilities, I wouldn’t say no.”
They laughed as they stood and headed back into the palace, where they were approached by one of the staff.
“Excuse me, Prince Michael. What time would you like to have dinner this evening?”
Michael looked at Darren, who shrugged.
“How would six o’clock suit?”
“Very good, Your Highness,” the servant said. He bowed his head and left quietly.
“Is there anything else you’d like to see? We have all afternoon,” Michael said. “What about Canterbury Cathedral?”
“How long would it take us to get there?”
“About an hour and a half, each way. We’d be back in plenty of time for dinner.”
“Sounds like fun, and it’s another place I’d love to see!”
“I’ll make the arrangements, then. If you need anything from the bedroom, get it now, and I’ll meet you in the car park in ten minutes.”
Michael notified the staff that he and Darren were leaving for four or five hours and would be back for dinner. Security readied the vehicles, and they drove away as soon as Darren joined them. Michael and Darren chatted about the lovely scenery as it swept by them, and before Darren knew it, they were pulling in to the quaint village of Canterbury. Their security radioed ahead to the Canterbury police, and they were allowed to drive through the main arch gate to the cathedral. When they got out of the car, Darren was awestruck once more.
“Incredible, Michael! Look at the size of it.”
“Wait until you see the inside. Come on, I’ll show you where Thomas Becket was murdered for defying the king,” said Michael. He smiled excitedly and practically carried Darren to the entrance.
They entered the cathedral and squeezed past the tourists. Michael led Darren to an inscription on the floor where Becket had been murdered. Darren stared at it for a bit before he bent down and touched the spot. After another moment’s reflection, he walked on to the high altar.
“This place is amazing, Michael!” Darren said. “My God, your country has history everywhere you look.”
“I’m glad you like learning about my people and their history.”
“Spoken like a royal.” Darren laughed.
“Keep your voice down. If I’m recognized, we’ll be mobbed by both royalists and anti-royalists.”
“Let’s get out of here and take a walk around the town. It looks so quaint. It reminds me of Bath a little.”
They walked to the exit with their bodyguards behind them. When they were outside, Michael turned to the security men.
“We’d just like to take a slow walk through the town. You can follow us in the vehicles,” Michael said.
“So long as we don’t lose sight of you,” one of the security men replied.
They walked down the narrow streets and in and out of various shops. Long past lunchtime, they found a restaurant on the second floor of a building directly across from the street that led to the cathedral.
“This looks interesting,” Darren said.
“Are you hungry?”
“Sure. Wanna eat?”
“Why not?”
Michael pointed to the restaurant, and the closest member of security nodded. After the bodyguards went in and looked around, Michael and Darren followed them into the building. It was crowded, but a couple of tables were pushed together, and they all had shepherd’s pie for lunch. Afterward, they walked around some more before they went to the vehicle.
“Ready to go back?” Michael asked.
“Why not? I feel like I could use a little nap,” Darren replied.
On the way back, Darren’s cell phone rang, and he looked at the caller’s number.
“It’s my mom,” he said. “Hi, Mom.”
“Darren? How are you?” President Victoria Wilson asked.
“I’m fine. We just visited Canterbury Cathedral, and it was like walking back in time. It’s a really cool place.”
“Are you with Uncle David or Uncle Shane?” she asked.
“No, actually, I’m with Prince Michael. We’re spending the weekend at Hampton Court Palace, just outside London.”
“I’m assuming you have a security detail with you.”
“Relax, Mom, of course we do. We know the rules of the game, and we follow them,” Darren answered.
“Okay, just checking. Do your uncles know where you are?”
“Of course. They’re fine with it.”
“I have a bit of news for you, but we need a secure line. Call me when you’re back at Winfield, okay?”
“Sure, Mom. If it’s real important, I can always go back now.”
“No, no need for that. Just call me when you’re home.”
“Okay, Mom, love you.”
“I love you too. Bye, dear.”
“Bye, Mom.”
“Do we need to go back to Winfield House?” Michael asked in concern.
“Nah. She said it can wait. I have no idea what it is, but I’ll find out soon enough.”
“I hope you’re not being transferred. I would hate to hear that.”
“You would? You’d hate my leaving London?”
“Yes, I would, and you know it!”
“Michael, are we really like… boyfriends?”
“As far as I’m concerned, we are. You’re a breath of fresh air, and one that I’ve needed for a long time. It’s so nice to get away from all the stuffy royal business and be with someone who isn’t aware of who I am every moment I’m with them.”
“Likewise.” Darren grinned.
They enjoyed the ride back to Hampton Court and jumped out of the car as soon as they arrived.
“We’ve got about an hour before dinner. What shall we do?” Michael asked as they walked inside.
“It’s kinda late now for a nap. The tourists are gone, so we can walk around as we like, right?”
“Yes. But I figured we’d go back to the chapel after dinner, if that’s agreeable with you.”
“Sure is. Why don’t we change for dinner and just hang out until then?”
“Sounds good. I’ll let the staff know we’re back. Wait here, okay?”
“Gotcha. I’ll look at the paintings in this corridor.”
Michael ran off to tell the staff they would be on time to dinner. By the time he returned to the hall, Darren had worked his way up one side of a hallway and down the other, drinking in the beauty of the various oil paintings. Darren was so engrossed, he was reluctant to leave them.
“Everything’s set,” Michael said. “Shall we change?”
“You bet!” Darren laughed. “Any chance to see you naked!”
Chapter 5
MICHAEL AND Darren hurried to the royal apartments, laughing and pushing each other like a pair of schoolboys. They entered their apartment and fell on the bed, panting from their exertions.
“I have so much fun when I’m with you, Michael. I’ve never felt like this about anyone before. You’re kinda special, besides being damn cute.”
Michael rolled over and kissed Darren.
“That was so bloody nice of you to say. I feel the same way. God, you make me feel like a kid again and that wasn’t all that long ago.”
“Can’t we just stay here for the rest of our lives? We can eat, sleep, make love, and watch television. We can even go to church without having to leave the palace if we want!
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“I truly wish we could, but reality is waiting for us tomorrow. However, until then, this is our life. Now let’s get changed for dinner. The staff have prepared something special for us.”
“Sounds great.”
They changed into more formal clothes, with many admiring comments on body parts and a little horseplay. They checked themselves out in the mirror and then checked each other out. As they smiled approvingly, they saw it was time to leave.
Michael and Darren made the short walk to the dining room hand in hand, not letting go until the last second. Tall white candles lit the beautiful room, and at one end of the table, white linen and formal dinnerware and silver were laid out.
“Michael! It’s beautiful. Now I feel like we should be wearing suits or even tuxes.”
They sat down, and Michael smiled at Darren’s reaction to a touch of elegance. The candlelight reflected off the crystal chandelier and the mirrors as a door swung open, and three liveried footmen entered carrying silver trays of food. Serving from the left, the servants offered their trays to each man. Once Michael and Darren had chosen the food they wanted, the men placed the serving trays on the sideboard, and one of them left the dining room. The other two took up stations against the wall in case Michael or Darren needed something more.
“This looks incredible, Michael. I’m so hungry looking at this!”
“Just wait a moment, there’s more.”
The third footman returned with wine, poured each man a glass, and set the bottle on the table.
“You may all go,” Michael announced. “If we need something, I’ll ring the table bell.”
The three footmen stepped forward, bowed slightly, and left silently.
“I want as much privacy with you as I can get. Now let’s toast each other and our weekend together,” Michael said, as he raised his wine glass.
“To us,” Darren said, as he too raised his glass, and they both took a sip of the delicious wine.
They had been served a cut of beef, potatoes and gravy, and carrots, along with dinner rolls. Both were very pleased at the quality and taste of the food as they ate, and Michael noticed that Darren was almost done with his plate and smiled.
