Catalan Holiday Part 4
TITLE: Catalan Holiday (or What Did Stephen Get up to When Let Loose On Shore in Catalunya Unsupervised?) Part 4
AUTHOR: ozfille
RATING: Mostly NC-17
FANDOM: Master & Commander (Book rather than Film)
PAIRING: Stephen/Miquel (Male OOC)
WARNINGS/SPOILERS: One or two scenes in Master & Commander, the Novel. Major warning, there is one scene in Part 3 that some may find extremely blasphemous and the concept of a RC priest having sex with a man throughout may offend others. Don’t read if it is likely to offend.
DISCLAIMER: The following is a work of fiction. It never happened. The author makes no money from it.
They retired to their separate rooms and both were up early, eager to be on their way. They bade farewell to Pedro and took the road following the Ebro upstream to the northwest until they reached Móra la Nova and crossed the Ebro to explore the ruins of Miravet. The castle stood at the top of a cliff overlooking the river. They climbed the narrow winding path up the cliff face and in the almost deathly silence that seemed to blanket the castle explored the Templars’ chapel, the dormitories and refectory and finally climbing the spiral stair to the tower to view the surrounding countryside. Miquel pointed down to a patio saying, “Do you know what that place is called Esteve?”
Stephen shook his head.
“It is the Patio de la Sang. It was where the last of the Templars of Miravet were beheaded after they resisted the order to disband.”
“The Church at its most forgiving I see.” Stephen commented.
“That was many centuries ago Esteve and well you know it,” Miquel argued.
Stephen nodded and then smiled as he sighted a vulture and bringing his glass to his eye followed the long soaring glides of the fulvous vulture as it navigated the thermals rising from the plain and swung his glass round to see more taking off from the cliff tops adjacent to their eyrie overlooking the river and surrounding plains. Miquel seeing that a protracted period of bird watching was threatening tugged Stephen’s sleeve and urged him down the steps.
They recrossed the river and turned off the road towards the northeast, heading back to the coast and toward Tarragona. At mid-afternoon they stopped at a bodega in Falset to quench their thirst with the good red wine of El Priorat and pushed onto Tarragona considerably enlivened by their stop at the bodega. Miquel bought a few more bottles to take with them, as a present for Felipe. They passed the remnants of the ancient walls of Tarragona through the Portal del Roser and made their way to the Carrer Cavallers and Felipe’s house.
The maidservant who opened the door looked at the slightly tipsy Miquel with some shock and peered dubiously at Stephen when Miquel introduced himself and asked for Señor de Riquer i Inglada. “The master is not at home sir.”
“Then we would like to speak to your mistress,” Miquel replied employing his most charming smile.
The mistress herself came down the hall, “Núria who is that at the door?” As she reached the door she saw who it was and with a broad smile launched herself at Miquel kissing his cheeks, “Miquel, dear Miquel how are you? What a surprise, Felipe will be so glad to see you. He was wondering the other day when he would see you next.” She stepped back and looked enquiringly at Stephen.
“Anaïs, this is Esteve Maturin i Domanova, an old school friend of mine and Felipe’s. He has been living in France and Ireland for many years and has come home for a visit and we thought we would come and visit you both, since he was so remiss in missing your wedding,” Miquel looked at Stephen with a look of studied disapproval.
Anaïs laughed and turned to Stephen, holding out her hand, “Welcome Señor Maturin, I have heard Felipe talk about you. He has told me of his old school friend, Esteve, the melter of young girls’ hearts.” She smiled and lifted her eyebrows to challenge him, “Is that true or was my husband exaggerating. Perhaps I should be careful of you.”
“Not true at all. You’re perfectly safe with me Señora de Riquer.” Stephen bowed formerly.
“Oh please, it is Anaïs,” she smiled as he touched his lips to her hand.
Miquel, standing beside his horse was extracting the bottles they had bought. “Don’t believe him my dear. He was the Casanova of our class. See Esteve is working his charms on you already,” he called as he walked back to them a bottle in each hand, laughing at Stephen who was scowling at him, “Here is a present from us, so we may drink to the happiness of you both. We were passing through Falset and thought you and Felipe may like some wine. A gift to the house from us!”
“Miquel you will create a scandal. You should not have drunk so much this afternoon,” Stephen looked at him sternly.
“Now he is calling me a drunkard.” Miquel exaggerated his stagger as he approached them.
“You are drunk Miquel, come into the house. Esteve, please come in too.” She turned to call for the man servant, “Pau please take the gentlemen’s horses around the back of the house and stable them with the master’s horse and take their baggage to the front bedroom.” She turned to them urging them into the house again.
Miquel sobered somewhat as they entered the house and she ushered them into the parlour. “I’m not really that drunk. Esteve was just taking his revenge for my comments about his reputation. Well deserved at the time I may add.”
“You speak such nonsense at times Miquel,” Stephen shook his head, trying to look stern but could not help smiling at him. “I have no idea how this rascal ever came to be a priest?”
“Can I offer you some refreshment? Tea, coffee …?” She looked enquiringly at Stephen.
“Coffee might be the wisest choice,” Stephen replied.
“Núria bring some coffee for the gentlemen,” she called.
They were chatting amiably, Anaïs telling Stephen of her wedding and he, of his studies and a selective history of his time in France and Ireland as Miquel dozed quietly in his chair. “Miquel is such a lively young man, I wonder that he was accepted into the Church, but he is very charming. Felipe has told me you and Miquel were the best of friends at school and that the two of you led the others on many a wild escapade. Were you really so bad?”
“Worse, even worse than I described him to you my dear,” Felipe, standing at the doorway laughed. “How are you Esteve? It is good to see you after so long.” He enveloped Stephen in his arms and kissed his cheeks. “So have you returned for good, Esteve? Or is this just a flying visit like the last time you came home?”
“Just a holiday unfortunately. I have to return in a week or two weeks. It can only be a short stay.”
Miquel roused from his slumber, stood up and hugged Felipe, “How are you? Have you discovered all the secrets of happily wedded bliss yet? If you say you have not, I will say that you are lying, with such a charming and beautiful woman as Anaïs as your wife.”
“Always the same Miquel,” Felipe shook his head. “Have you had something to eat? How long are you staying in Tarragona?”
“No, not yet. Esteve, how long?”
“A few days and then I think we should turn back to return south. I do not wish to be late.”
“He has a ship he must meet.”
Anaïs stood up, nodded to them, “I’ll see about the supper.”
Miquel drew closer to Felipe and whispered, “An English ship.”
Felipe looked at Stephen, “I see. I thought you were in Ireland these last few years Esteve?”
“I have been in England for a year or two and then came out here and through various circumstances am now a surgeon in the English navy. And to forestall the next question, no I am not a spy for the English.”
“But you would be interested to hear news that would help the English, would you not?”
Stephen nodded, “If it did not jeopardise Catalunya, yes I would be interested.”
“Then perhaps you should stay till Sunday. I know you will enjoy Palestrina’s Missa Brevis and I will introduce you to Ramon Mateu i Cadafalch. I think you may be interested to hear what he has to say.”
“In relation to …?”
“There is a ship, a little brig that has been creating quite a lot of havoc among our merchant fleet, perhaps you know of her?”
Miquel laughed out loud at that. Stephen just nodded.
“I believe they have struck upon a plan to rid themselves of her and her piratical crew.”
“You are not aware of the specifics?”
“No, he said he was seeing his cousin this afternoon when he came back from Barcelona where all the merchants have met and agreed on a plan. He may say something about it at Mass with a little encouragement. He was never discreet and is totally trusting.”
“Thank you, I am most indebted.” Stephen replied smoothly and frowned again at Miquel to quell any further outburst as Anaïs returned to the room to announce that supper was ready. They followed her out.
The evening flowed smoothly with Miquel providing a continuing stream of good natured talk and occasional nonsense. Teasing Anaïs and Felipe endlessly about connubial bliss and playacting, as with melodramatic sighs he bemoaned the lonely celibate life of the priest in comparison.
Felipe replied, “And you did have to give voice to those same complaints at our wedding, I recall. My aunt was so shocked. She questioned your vocation and wondered what the world was coming to with young priests like you. She still mutters darkly about you when I visit.”
Stephen sipped his wine and arched his eyebrow and commented acerbically, “My dear, the sooner they bundle you off to the New World the safer the Church will be in Catalunya.”
“Where would you have them send me Esteve?” Miquel replied his voice challenging him now, his face serious.
“Wherever it would make you happy, my dear,” he replied.
“Perhaps then to England, with you where I can reconvert the heretical Protestants to the true faith,” Miquel replied.
“You did not say you had been in England?” Anaïs turned to Stephen, a worried expression on her face.
“No my dear, it would not have been wise for him to mention it and it certainly was not wise for Miquel to, just now.” Felipe looked severely at him. “It may get Esteve in trouble if anyone found out. So you will not mention it to anyone, will you my dear?”
“No, of course not. Oh Felipe, this does not involve … you know … those meetings you used to attend where all those firebrands got up to speak about breaking away from Castile?” She asked.
“It is related. Nothing to concern you, my dear. Esteve is very careful, I’m sure and no harm will be done.”
Miquel looked chastened and stood up, “I’m sorry Felipe, I have drunk too much. I should go to bed. Are you coming Esteve?”
Stephen nodded and stood also, “Good night Felipe, Anaïs.” He placed a hand on Miquel’s shoulder, “Come my dear, it has been a long day and you need to rest.” He led him from the room and smiled at Núria who was holding a candle and had come to light the way to their room. “Lead on my dear.” She bade them goodnight and hurriedly left the room as she saw Miquel attempting to pull off his robe.
Stephen turned and helped him, as his movements were still uncoordinated and he was still a little befuddled by the wine. He pushed him down onto the bed, “Miquel you should really learn to hold your drink.”
“I suppose so. Since it is the only vice that I am permitted,” Miquel muttered sulkily as he glared up at Stephen.
Stephen removed his coat and vest and stood there looking down at him for a few minutes, trying to measure his mood and then sighing moved across to him and kissed his forehead. “Miquel it was only a joke. I did not mean that I wanted you to be sent away.”
Miquel wrapped his arms around Stephen’s waist and grabbing his shirt with his teeth, pulled it from the waistband and buried his head under the shirt kissing and licking Stephen’s stomach. Stephen unbuttoned his shirt so he could see Miquel’s face, reaching down to cradle his face, drawing his thumbs along his jaw line. Miquel ignored this for a while continuing to kiss and lave him. He unbuttoned Stephen’s breeches and pushed them down his thighs and took hold of Stephen’s cock and planted a single kiss and looked up at him, as if to ask permission. Stephen nodded and Miquel opened his mouth over his cock, sucking and licking and laving the length of him. Stephen began to caress his hair, the other hand still gliding along his jaw line, his eyes widened, enjoying the sight of his cock surrounded and engulfed by Miquel’s lips. He began to push forward wanting Miquel to increase the pace. Miquel’s eyes looked up, a mischievous glint all too obvious and continued his slow even sucking and swallowing, ignoring Stephen’s attempt to increase the friction. His other hand slipped down from Stephen’s waist skimming his bottom, circling the left cheek first and then switching to the right, moving closer to the cleft with each circle. His other hand he dropped down to squeeze and tease Stephen’s balls, alternatively gently squeezing and brushing them with his fingertips. Then with his index finger he drew it up and down the length of his cleft, up and down, stopping for a few seconds at the tight, hungry puckered opening, gently circling and pressing there, teasing him, teasing him. Stephen trapped by his breeches could not move forward or back, held by his breeches, held by Miquel’s mouth and when attempting to push forward again was held firmly by those teeth, holding his cock now, a slight nip warning him to be still, the hand squeezing on his balls applying a little more pressure. Stephen held his breath and glared down at Miquel who continued his slow rhythmic teasing and glared right back at him.
“Miquel please,” Stephen pleaded and the expression on Miquel’s face changed, triumph felt when he heard Stephen’s desire for him in his pleas. He pulled his mouth back and the same spurt of joy seared him again as he heard Stephen’s deep-throated groan at the withdrawal of his mouth from him. He smiled and as he stood, pushed Stephen down on to the bed and covered him immediately with his body, kissing him, his lips, his eyes, his cheeks, a rapid fire of nipping and kissing over his face and down his neck. He held Stephen tightly allowing him no movement, totally controlled him and only eased his hold when he felt the urgency in Stephen’s attempts to move and heard a degree of panic in his now laboured breathing. A part of him enjoyed controlling his friend this way. He could do anything and Stephen couldn’t stop him. He thought, ‘I could fuck him now, take him and he couldn’t do a thing.’ Shocked at the thought he released his hold and rolled off Stephen, looking quickly at his face searching for the fear he dreaded to see there.
“I’m sorry Esteve, I’m sorry my dear. Have I hurt you?” Miquel murmured as he sat up beside Stephen looking down at him. He reached and gently rubbed Stephen’s arms and then caressed his face, bending to kiss him and lifting his head to see Stephen relax again. “Come let’s get your shirt off,” Miquel murmured, untying and loosening his neckcloth and helping with his shirt and then slipped off the bed to bend down and remove his shoes and stockings and take off his breeches. He stood up and stripped, watching Stephen’s face and smiled when he saw the look of desire on his face as his eyes swept up and down Miquel’s body and smiled even more broadly when he started to stroke himself and he saw Stephen’s eyes concentrated there, his breathing hitching with excitement, his eyes widening with desire when he saw Miquel’s cock stiffen and grow. He was licking his lips, panting lightly. Miquel looked at Stephen’s cock that was now rigid, his whole body quivering slightly. Stephen was totally aroused at the sight of him and his arousal. Miquel closed his eyes and gloried at the knowledge that Stephen lusted for him. The whisper touch of Stephen’s fingers down his cock and across his hip made him open his eyes and smile down at Stephen and ask, “Do you want me Esteve? Does your cock want to be inside me? Do you want to fuck me my love?’ He bent down and held Stephen’s face and drew his mouth close to his cock. Miquel stared at that pink tongue reaching out to taste his cock, lick him, and scoop up the drops of fluid leaking from him. That pink tongue that he longed to have licking other places, delving and opening him up. “Will your tongue taste me in other places Esteve? Will you make me ready for that cock of yours with that tongue?”
Stephen nodded fervently.
“Tell me Esteve. I want to hear it.” Miquel urged him.
“Yes, I want to fuck you, oh yes,” Stephen buried his face in Miquel’s crotch rubbing his face against Miquel’s cock. “Please, oh please Miquel, I want to take you.”
Miquel smiled again and lifted Stephen’s face, “Yes, my dear, you shall. You beg so sweetly Esteve.” He pulled away and Stephen groaned again in frustration. “A minute my dear, so impatient,” he shook his head at him teasingly. “I just need to get the oil to ease your way.”
He picked up the phial and returned to the bed, handing the phial to Stephen. “Coat yourself Esteve. I want to watch you coat that sweet hot cock of yours.” He flopped down on his back and splayed his legs wide, languidly caressing his own cock as he watched Stephen spread the oil over his. “How do you want me Esteve?” He asked breaking his concentration.
“On your hands and knees, I want to take you from behind,” Stephen muttered.
Miquel smiled and turned over rising on his hands and knees and looking impishly at him. He wiggled his bottom, “My turn Esteve, don’t you want to make me ready for you?”
Stephen smiled back, “Don’t you want me to lick you there, open you up with my tongue as you asked?”
Miquel shivered and moaned at the thought of that tongue buried inside him and rocked back and forth. “Oh yes, please Esteve, oh yes.” Stephen now feeling more in control bent over him and kissed his shoulders, his hand reaching round to brush Miquel’s cock, rubbing his own cock against the back of Miquel’s thigh. “Hurry, hurry Esteve.”
Stephen purred in return, “Patience my dear is a virtue I believe.” He sniggered and then moved back and his thumbs widened the cleft to expose the puckered orifice and experimentally touched the hole and with fascination watched it spasm. He then brought his face close to him and circled that spasming hole with his tongue, little laps, circling, circling, extending his teasing of him. Miquel’s groans grew louder. “Shh! My love, you must be quiet. You will wake the household.”
“Then push that god damned instrument of torture inside me,” Miquel gasped.
Stephen pushed his tongue in lapping him, trying to push in as far as possible, listening to Miquel’s now stifled cries. He was biting into the pillow to muffle his cries. Stephen’s cock jerked and he knew he would not hold for much longer. He blindly felt for the phial and poured oil into his palm, all the time lapping at Miquel, laving him. He pulled back to groans of protest from Miquel. He shushed him, “Be patient my dear, my fingers, you want my fingers inside you?” Miquel nodded frantically, still rocking. Stephen separated his cheeks and circled, circled the spasming hole and dipped inside, pushing in fast and as far as he could. He brushed the prostate gland and pulled the finger all the way out and pushed in again brushing at that same place wringing gasps from Miquel, his other hand reaching around to lightly touch his cock, eliciting another groan and increased rocking.
“More Esteve, more please, oh hurry, please. I’ll come before … “ He groaned again as Stephen pushed a second finger into him widening him further, massaging him, stimulating him till he thought he could not bear it any longer. “Oh God, your cock Esteve, please jam it into me. I want you, fill me, oh God, fill me with your cock!” He demanded.
Stephen needed no further encouragement and he put his cock against him and nudged until the head of his cock was inside Miquel, swallowed and massaged by that ring of muscle. He looked down at their joining excited by the sight of his cock part-buried inside Miquel. No longer able to control he pushed all the way in. He bit down on Miquel’s shoulder to stifle his moans as he felt the heat and pressure of Miquel’s muscles flutter around his cock, squeezing him, squeezing him so tight. Stephen pulled almost all the way out, Miquel now totally aroused, all control lost pushed back, his incoherent cries, pleas for Stephen’s cock all jumbled together. Stephen pushed in again, in and out, in and out; the rhythm building as he blindly pushed and shoved his way into Miquel’s body. Undulating under him, no longer able to control Miquel grabbed Stephen’s hand and pushed it against his cock as he came, calling his name. This triggered Stephen’s release and he pushed in one last time, spurting hot cum, bathing Miquel with his cum. He collapsed onto Miquel’s back, as Miquel collapsed onto the bed.
A little while later Stephen lifted his head and looked down at Miquel’s face. He caressed his face and kissed his cheek. He got off him and lay down on his back for a while listening to the noises of the sleeping house, Miquel’s even breathing. He then noticed the sounds of steps, someone pacing back and forth. It seemed like it was just outside their room. He got up and wrapping a towel around his waist peeked out the door onto the veranda that they shared with the adjoining room. Felipe was pacing back and forward as he smoked a cigar. He looked up, “Oh Stephen, did I disturb you?”
Stephen blushed but the darkness was not sufficient to hide it from Felipe. The moonlight was strong enough and the difference from the usual paleness of his skin was obvious. “Did we disturb you?” He asked in a whisper.
Felipe looked steadily at him, “So Miquel has finally gotten what he has always wanted, at last. He’s always wanted you, Esteve.”
Stephen stared at him, “You knew?”
“Yes, it was obvious from the way he always looked at you, no matter all the girls he pretended to be chasing. But then you and Josep were the only ones oblivious to that, even Tomas was aware of Miquel’s desire for you. We were both somewhat relieved he joined the Church, it would have led to scandal of some sort if he had not I believe. But then perhaps not, he had a marked preference for you. I don’t believe other men interested him that much, but he would not be happy as a married man. You obviously found out only recently.”
Stephen nodded and looked down. “Was it so obvious? Truly was it so Felipe?” He asked.
“Yes, and you have responded to him Esteve. Why? That is not like you. I know your interest in women was unfeigned and I don’t believe you have had experiences with other men before Miquel, have you?”
“No, no I have not.” He shrugged and looked uncertain and walked to the edge of the balcony holding tightly to the metal filigree work. “I don’t know why … Well yes I do, in a confused way. I have always loved Miquel as the closest and dearest friend of my youth. I have always treasured in my heart the memories of my youth when everything seemed to go right. There was happiness, there was love, there was pleasure and joy. My life has become so dark since then. My memories of Miquel and our times together in Barcelona had become to me like a fantastical dream I could not believe I had been so carefree, so open and that life was so good then. I couldn’t refuse him, I couldn’t. How could I? It would somehow be a betrayal, a rejection of those memories, if I rejected him. Then I admit I was made curious by my body’s reaction to his first attempts of seduction. I had not felt love, physical love for so long. I needed …” He looked at Felipe as if pleading for understanding. “Then after I had allowed him to make love to me that first time, I found that I didn’t want to refuse him. I am surprised, but yes I enjoy touching him and being touched by him. Perhaps it has always been that way with me.” He shrugged again. “I’ve never had a distaste or horror of men touching each other. I never saw anything wrong with men showing their love for another in a sexual way, I had just never considered it for me, until now.”
“But unlike you Miquel has no desire for women and Miquel would have you exclusively his, if he could. This is dangerous for you, Esteve and dangerous for Miquel. I heard the two of you from my study. I was working late. What if it had been a servant or someone else had overheard you, if you were staying at an inn? The scandal would destroy him and his family and if as I suspect that you are working for the English, a liaison with a man would open you to blackmail and endanger you. I saw how volatile Miquel’s response to you was at dinner. You may be able to control your responses to him in public, I am not sure Miquel is so controlled. He was always more open, more free than you in the expression of his feelings.”
Stephen nodded, “I have not promised him anything more than our time together on this brief sojourn. He is aware I must return to my ship and the English. I have not made false promises to him.” He defended himself.
“I did not accuse you of that Esteve, but do you think this relationship wise? I do not.”
“True, true, you and Tomas were in many ways more practical and sensible than Miquel and me. I have the feeling from what his Bishop has said and what the Lord Abbot of Montserrat has implied that Miquel will soon be posted to some position in the New World. If that is the case, if I return to Catalunya there will be no relationship to worry about. No scandal, no danger.”
“Oh yes, quite convenient for you Esteve, I’m sure,” drawled Miquel, the bitterness of his tone all too obvious. Stephen closed his eyes, regretting his words. “I’ll be conveniently tidied away in the New World so you can get on with your work and your life.” Miquel glared at him.
“And did you overhear my words, Miquel?” Felipe asked sharply.
“It is none of your ….” Miquel was fuming.
“It is my business when two of my friends’ behaviour brings danger to themselves, me or my family. Miquel I have a wife and a child to think of. You only have yourself to worry about. If you were betrayed to the Castellanos as a result of your dangerous and risky behaviour and they could link me to you, then what Miquel? Think about that.” Felipe snapped back.
“Then I would advise you not to be involved in the fight for Catalan freedom, if you don’t have the stomach for it,” Miquel sneered.
“That’s enough Miquel,” Stephen snapped. “He was being a friend to both of us. He is just pointing out the dangers of our position if we were caught. There is no need to throw insults, like some impetuous thoughtless child.”
“Is that what you think I am Esteve? A child easy to manipulate and use and too caught up with his desires to think about what he does and says. Do you have such contempt for me?”
Stephen walked up to him and reached up and placed his hands on Miquel’s shoulders and stared up at him, holding his eyes, commanding him with the force of his being, “No Miquel, I do not. You heard too what I said about why I agreed to make love with you. I love you my dear friend, but yes in your passion for me you may take risks that are unacceptable, pointless that would endanger others. If we were caught and tortured, how long do you think you could hold out before you would give them names? I don’t know that for myself and so I would rather not take the risk of getting caught. My problem my dear Miquel is that I am too easily led by you. My heart negates every warning my brain sends me to stop when I am overcome by my desires for you. Tonight was a perfect example. Can’t you see this?” Stephen stretched up and lightly kissed Miquel’s lips.
“But I would have you Esteve,” Miquel’s voice was now plaintive.
“My dear, I am not refusing you. I cannot. I can only stress again we must be careful, not only for your reputation as a priest but for our safety and that of our friends.” Stephen held him close.
Miquel looked up and at Felipe, “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said that. I know you are only concerned for our safety.” His face broke into a smile, “And what is this about a child?”
“Well Anaïs believes she is pregnant, but she does not want to announce it. She is being superstitious; she lost a child last year and dreads it may happen again if she announces her state to the world too early.” He looked to Stephen, “Esteve could you examine her, see that she and the baby are healthy. I don’t have much of an opinion of our physician but I can hardly offend him by moving to another.”
“Yes, I will do so, if she will permit me.” Stephen agreed.
“I’ll bid you good night then gentlemen,” Felipe bowed and returned to his study and then to his wife’s bed.
Miquel pulled Stephen back into the bedroom, kissing and caressing him. Stephen shook his head, silently laughing and whispered, “Miquel, Miquel have you learnt nothing?”
Miquel kissing him, laughed back, “But there is no one near now to hear your screams of passion when I make love to you. We are perfectly safe and well I may just have to gag you next time to ensure no one hears us.” He pulled him down onto the bed and rolled on top of him, biting and kissing him.
“What if it is you that needs to be gagged,” Stephen gasped in between kisses.
“Well you have my permission to gag me, then,” Miquel laughed and determinedly followed the path he had plotted down Stephen’s body. He removed the towel and kissed and caressed Stephen until he was erect and began sucking his cock with pleasure, licking and sucking with appetite, nibbling at the base of his cock, licking its head, teasing him and revelling as always in Stephen’s undisguised pleasure at his attentions. He groped around the bed to find his phial and holding it up to the light, “Just enough left for tonight my dear. I shall get some more tomorrow.” Stephen looked at him and collapsed in giggles, squeaking and gasping.
Miquel frowned and asked, “What is so amusing Esteve?”
“I am just pondering the reason that you will give to the priest when you request some of the sacramental oil. I do not think anointing my insides will be the appropriate response,” Stephen laughed.
“Of course I won’t tell him that. Would you prefer that I baste you with olive oil?”
“Does it matter?”
With impatience, Miquel turned him over and quickly coating his fingers pushed them impatiently into Stephen. Stephen stopped laughing and flinched in pain. Miquel stopped and murmured an apology and kissed his back and took it more gently. He lay beside Stephen kissing him and languidly pushing his fingers in and out, building a slow arousal in him, watching his face, lit by the moonlight. Stephen was now undulating on his fingers, murmuring to Miquel; soft pleadings for Miquel to enter him and Miquel sat up behind him and pulled his hips up, rubbing his cock along Stephen’s cleft watching with satisfaction Stephen’s attempts to impale himself on him. Holding his hips more firmly he placed his cock at the entrance and entered him pushing himself in with one firm stroke. Stephen stopped his undulations, adjusting to being stretched, feeling some pain at the sudden stretching and gasping. Miquel hearing his gasp of pain and feeling his breathing change stayed still inside him as he kissed his back, murmuring comfort to him, waiting for Stephen to get used to him inside him before thrusting again. He pulled out slowly, feeling Stephen shuddering with the pleasurable stimulation of his cock pulling out and looking down at their joining pulled as far as the tip of his cock and plunged quickly in again, a series of slow withdrawals and quick plunging into Stephen setting the rhythm and when he felt he could not hold much longer reached around to take Stephen’s cock in his hand massaging and squeezing him as he plunged in and pulled out, in and out, the speed of his thrusts accelerating with the squeezing of his cock and both came in a shuddering climax. Miquel rolled off Stephen and gathered him into his arms and fervently kissed his face, murmuring his love for him until Stephen calmed and they fell asleep, Stephen’s head pillowed on Miquel’s shoulder, Miquel caressing his back and bottom and shoulders in long strokes with one hand and the other gently clasped Stephen’s penis, cradling it.
Catalan Holiday 5
AUTHOR: ozfille
RATING: Mostly NC-17
FANDOM: Master & Commander (Book rather than Film)
PAIRING: Stephen/Miquel (Male OOC)
WARNINGS/SPOILERS: One or two scenes in Master & Commander, the Novel. Major warning, there is one scene in Part 3 that some may find extremely blasphemous and the concept of a RC priest having sex with a man throughout may offend others. Don’t read if it is likely to offend.
DISCLAIMER: The following is a work of fiction. It never happened. The author makes no money from it.
They retired to their separate rooms and both were up early, eager to be on their way. They bade farewell to Pedro and took the road following the Ebro upstream to the northwest until they reached Móra la Nova and crossed the Ebro to explore the ruins of Miravet. The castle stood at the top of a cliff overlooking the river. They climbed the narrow winding path up the cliff face and in the almost deathly silence that seemed to blanket the castle explored the Templars’ chapel, the dormitories and refectory and finally climbing the spiral stair to the tower to view the surrounding countryside. Miquel pointed down to a patio saying, “Do you know what that place is called Esteve?”
Stephen shook his head.
“It is the Patio de la Sang. It was where the last of the Templars of Miravet were beheaded after they resisted the order to disband.”
“The Church at its most forgiving I see.” Stephen commented.
“That was many centuries ago Esteve and well you know it,” Miquel argued.
Stephen nodded and then smiled as he sighted a vulture and bringing his glass to his eye followed the long soaring glides of the fulvous vulture as it navigated the thermals rising from the plain and swung his glass round to see more taking off from the cliff tops adjacent to their eyrie overlooking the river and surrounding plains. Miquel seeing that a protracted period of bird watching was threatening tugged Stephen’s sleeve and urged him down the steps.
They recrossed the river and turned off the road towards the northeast, heading back to the coast and toward Tarragona. At mid-afternoon they stopped at a bodega in Falset to quench their thirst with the good red wine of El Priorat and pushed onto Tarragona considerably enlivened by their stop at the bodega. Miquel bought a few more bottles to take with them, as a present for Felipe. They passed the remnants of the ancient walls of Tarragona through the Portal del Roser and made their way to the Carrer Cavallers and Felipe’s house.
The maidservant who opened the door looked at the slightly tipsy Miquel with some shock and peered dubiously at Stephen when Miquel introduced himself and asked for Señor de Riquer i Inglada. “The master is not at home sir.”
“Then we would like to speak to your mistress,” Miquel replied employing his most charming smile.
The mistress herself came down the hall, “Núria who is that at the door?” As she reached the door she saw who it was and with a broad smile launched herself at Miquel kissing his cheeks, “Miquel, dear Miquel how are you? What a surprise, Felipe will be so glad to see you. He was wondering the other day when he would see you next.” She stepped back and looked enquiringly at Stephen.
“Anaïs, this is Esteve Maturin i Domanova, an old school friend of mine and Felipe’s. He has been living in France and Ireland for many years and has come home for a visit and we thought we would come and visit you both, since he was so remiss in missing your wedding,” Miquel looked at Stephen with a look of studied disapproval.
Anaïs laughed and turned to Stephen, holding out her hand, “Welcome Señor Maturin, I have heard Felipe talk about you. He has told me of his old school friend, Esteve, the melter of young girls’ hearts.” She smiled and lifted her eyebrows to challenge him, “Is that true or was my husband exaggerating. Perhaps I should be careful of you.”
“Not true at all. You’re perfectly safe with me Señora de Riquer.” Stephen bowed formerly.
“Oh please, it is Anaïs,” she smiled as he touched his lips to her hand.
Miquel, standing beside his horse was extracting the bottles they had bought. “Don’t believe him my dear. He was the Casanova of our class. See Esteve is working his charms on you already,” he called as he walked back to them a bottle in each hand, laughing at Stephen who was scowling at him, “Here is a present from us, so we may drink to the happiness of you both. We were passing through Falset and thought you and Felipe may like some wine. A gift to the house from us!”
“Miquel you will create a scandal. You should not have drunk so much this afternoon,” Stephen looked at him sternly.
“Now he is calling me a drunkard.” Miquel exaggerated his stagger as he approached them.
“You are drunk Miquel, come into the house. Esteve, please come in too.” She turned to call for the man servant, “Pau please take the gentlemen’s horses around the back of the house and stable them with the master’s horse and take their baggage to the front bedroom.” She turned to them urging them into the house again.
Miquel sobered somewhat as they entered the house and she ushered them into the parlour. “I’m not really that drunk. Esteve was just taking his revenge for my comments about his reputation. Well deserved at the time I may add.”
“You speak such nonsense at times Miquel,” Stephen shook his head, trying to look stern but could not help smiling at him. “I have no idea how this rascal ever came to be a priest?”
“Can I offer you some refreshment? Tea, coffee …?” She looked enquiringly at Stephen.
“Coffee might be the wisest choice,” Stephen replied.
“Núria bring some coffee for the gentlemen,” she called.
They were chatting amiably, Anaïs telling Stephen of her wedding and he, of his studies and a selective history of his time in France and Ireland as Miquel dozed quietly in his chair. “Miquel is such a lively young man, I wonder that he was accepted into the Church, but he is very charming. Felipe has told me you and Miquel were the best of friends at school and that the two of you led the others on many a wild escapade. Were you really so bad?”
“Worse, even worse than I described him to you my dear,” Felipe, standing at the doorway laughed. “How are you Esteve? It is good to see you after so long.” He enveloped Stephen in his arms and kissed his cheeks. “So have you returned for good, Esteve? Or is this just a flying visit like the last time you came home?”
“Just a holiday unfortunately. I have to return in a week or two weeks. It can only be a short stay.”
Miquel roused from his slumber, stood up and hugged Felipe, “How are you? Have you discovered all the secrets of happily wedded bliss yet? If you say you have not, I will say that you are lying, with such a charming and beautiful woman as Anaïs as your wife.”
“Always the same Miquel,” Felipe shook his head. “Have you had something to eat? How long are you staying in Tarragona?”
“No, not yet. Esteve, how long?”
“A few days and then I think we should turn back to return south. I do not wish to be late.”
“He has a ship he must meet.”
Anaïs stood up, nodded to them, “I’ll see about the supper.”
Miquel drew closer to Felipe and whispered, “An English ship.”
Felipe looked at Stephen, “I see. I thought you were in Ireland these last few years Esteve?”
“I have been in England for a year or two and then came out here and through various circumstances am now a surgeon in the English navy. And to forestall the next question, no I am not a spy for the English.”
“But you would be interested to hear news that would help the English, would you not?”
Stephen nodded, “If it did not jeopardise Catalunya, yes I would be interested.”
“Then perhaps you should stay till Sunday. I know you will enjoy Palestrina’s Missa Brevis and I will introduce you to Ramon Mateu i Cadafalch. I think you may be interested to hear what he has to say.”
“In relation to …?”
“There is a ship, a little brig that has been creating quite a lot of havoc among our merchant fleet, perhaps you know of her?”
Miquel laughed out loud at that. Stephen just nodded.
“I believe they have struck upon a plan to rid themselves of her and her piratical crew.”
“You are not aware of the specifics?”
“No, he said he was seeing his cousin this afternoon when he came back from Barcelona where all the merchants have met and agreed on a plan. He may say something about it at Mass with a little encouragement. He was never discreet and is totally trusting.”
“Thank you, I am most indebted.” Stephen replied smoothly and frowned again at Miquel to quell any further outburst as Anaïs returned to the room to announce that supper was ready. They followed her out.
The evening flowed smoothly with Miquel providing a continuing stream of good natured talk and occasional nonsense. Teasing Anaïs and Felipe endlessly about connubial bliss and playacting, as with melodramatic sighs he bemoaned the lonely celibate life of the priest in comparison.
Felipe replied, “And you did have to give voice to those same complaints at our wedding, I recall. My aunt was so shocked. She questioned your vocation and wondered what the world was coming to with young priests like you. She still mutters darkly about you when I visit.”
Stephen sipped his wine and arched his eyebrow and commented acerbically, “My dear, the sooner they bundle you off to the New World the safer the Church will be in Catalunya.”
“Where would you have them send me Esteve?” Miquel replied his voice challenging him now, his face serious.
“Wherever it would make you happy, my dear,” he replied.
“Perhaps then to England, with you where I can reconvert the heretical Protestants to the true faith,” Miquel replied.
“You did not say you had been in England?” Anaïs turned to Stephen, a worried expression on her face.
“No my dear, it would not have been wise for him to mention it and it certainly was not wise for Miquel to, just now.” Felipe looked severely at him. “It may get Esteve in trouble if anyone found out. So you will not mention it to anyone, will you my dear?”
“No, of course not. Oh Felipe, this does not involve … you know … those meetings you used to attend where all those firebrands got up to speak about breaking away from Castile?” She asked.
“It is related. Nothing to concern you, my dear. Esteve is very careful, I’m sure and no harm will be done.”
Miquel looked chastened and stood up, “I’m sorry Felipe, I have drunk too much. I should go to bed. Are you coming Esteve?”
Stephen nodded and stood also, “Good night Felipe, Anaïs.” He placed a hand on Miquel’s shoulder, “Come my dear, it has been a long day and you need to rest.” He led him from the room and smiled at Núria who was holding a candle and had come to light the way to their room. “Lead on my dear.” She bade them goodnight and hurriedly left the room as she saw Miquel attempting to pull off his robe.
Stephen turned and helped him, as his movements were still uncoordinated and he was still a little befuddled by the wine. He pushed him down onto the bed, “Miquel you should really learn to hold your drink.”
“I suppose so. Since it is the only vice that I am permitted,” Miquel muttered sulkily as he glared up at Stephen.
Stephen removed his coat and vest and stood there looking down at him for a few minutes, trying to measure his mood and then sighing moved across to him and kissed his forehead. “Miquel it was only a joke. I did not mean that I wanted you to be sent away.”
Miquel wrapped his arms around Stephen’s waist and grabbing his shirt with his teeth, pulled it from the waistband and buried his head under the shirt kissing and licking Stephen’s stomach. Stephen unbuttoned his shirt so he could see Miquel’s face, reaching down to cradle his face, drawing his thumbs along his jaw line. Miquel ignored this for a while continuing to kiss and lave him. He unbuttoned Stephen’s breeches and pushed them down his thighs and took hold of Stephen’s cock and planted a single kiss and looked up at him, as if to ask permission. Stephen nodded and Miquel opened his mouth over his cock, sucking and licking and laving the length of him. Stephen began to caress his hair, the other hand still gliding along his jaw line, his eyes widened, enjoying the sight of his cock surrounded and engulfed by Miquel’s lips. He began to push forward wanting Miquel to increase the pace. Miquel’s eyes looked up, a mischievous glint all too obvious and continued his slow even sucking and swallowing, ignoring Stephen’s attempt to increase the friction. His other hand slipped down from Stephen’s waist skimming his bottom, circling the left cheek first and then switching to the right, moving closer to the cleft with each circle. His other hand he dropped down to squeeze and tease Stephen’s balls, alternatively gently squeezing and brushing them with his fingertips. Then with his index finger he drew it up and down the length of his cleft, up and down, stopping for a few seconds at the tight, hungry puckered opening, gently circling and pressing there, teasing him, teasing him. Stephen trapped by his breeches could not move forward or back, held by his breeches, held by Miquel’s mouth and when attempting to push forward again was held firmly by those teeth, holding his cock now, a slight nip warning him to be still, the hand squeezing on his balls applying a little more pressure. Stephen held his breath and glared down at Miquel who continued his slow rhythmic teasing and glared right back at him.
“Miquel please,” Stephen pleaded and the expression on Miquel’s face changed, triumph felt when he heard Stephen’s desire for him in his pleas. He pulled his mouth back and the same spurt of joy seared him again as he heard Stephen’s deep-throated groan at the withdrawal of his mouth from him. He smiled and as he stood, pushed Stephen down on to the bed and covered him immediately with his body, kissing him, his lips, his eyes, his cheeks, a rapid fire of nipping and kissing over his face and down his neck. He held Stephen tightly allowing him no movement, totally controlled him and only eased his hold when he felt the urgency in Stephen’s attempts to move and heard a degree of panic in his now laboured breathing. A part of him enjoyed controlling his friend this way. He could do anything and Stephen couldn’t stop him. He thought, ‘I could fuck him now, take him and he couldn’t do a thing.’ Shocked at the thought he released his hold and rolled off Stephen, looking quickly at his face searching for the fear he dreaded to see there.
“I’m sorry Esteve, I’m sorry my dear. Have I hurt you?” Miquel murmured as he sat up beside Stephen looking down at him. He reached and gently rubbed Stephen’s arms and then caressed his face, bending to kiss him and lifting his head to see Stephen relax again. “Come let’s get your shirt off,” Miquel murmured, untying and loosening his neckcloth and helping with his shirt and then slipped off the bed to bend down and remove his shoes and stockings and take off his breeches. He stood up and stripped, watching Stephen’s face and smiled when he saw the look of desire on his face as his eyes swept up and down Miquel’s body and smiled even more broadly when he started to stroke himself and he saw Stephen’s eyes concentrated there, his breathing hitching with excitement, his eyes widening with desire when he saw Miquel’s cock stiffen and grow. He was licking his lips, panting lightly. Miquel looked at Stephen’s cock that was now rigid, his whole body quivering slightly. Stephen was totally aroused at the sight of him and his arousal. Miquel closed his eyes and gloried at the knowledge that Stephen lusted for him. The whisper touch of Stephen’s fingers down his cock and across his hip made him open his eyes and smile down at Stephen and ask, “Do you want me Esteve? Does your cock want to be inside me? Do you want to fuck me my love?’ He bent down and held Stephen’s face and drew his mouth close to his cock. Miquel stared at that pink tongue reaching out to taste his cock, lick him, and scoop up the drops of fluid leaking from him. That pink tongue that he longed to have licking other places, delving and opening him up. “Will your tongue taste me in other places Esteve? Will you make me ready for that cock of yours with that tongue?”
Stephen nodded fervently.
“Tell me Esteve. I want to hear it.” Miquel urged him.
“Yes, I want to fuck you, oh yes,” Stephen buried his face in Miquel’s crotch rubbing his face against Miquel’s cock. “Please, oh please Miquel, I want to take you.”
Miquel smiled again and lifted Stephen’s face, “Yes, my dear, you shall. You beg so sweetly Esteve.” He pulled away and Stephen groaned again in frustration. “A minute my dear, so impatient,” he shook his head at him teasingly. “I just need to get the oil to ease your way.”
He picked up the phial and returned to the bed, handing the phial to Stephen. “Coat yourself Esteve. I want to watch you coat that sweet hot cock of yours.” He flopped down on his back and splayed his legs wide, languidly caressing his own cock as he watched Stephen spread the oil over his. “How do you want me Esteve?” He asked breaking his concentration.
“On your hands and knees, I want to take you from behind,” Stephen muttered.
Miquel smiled and turned over rising on his hands and knees and looking impishly at him. He wiggled his bottom, “My turn Esteve, don’t you want to make me ready for you?”
Stephen smiled back, “Don’t you want me to lick you there, open you up with my tongue as you asked?”
Miquel shivered and moaned at the thought of that tongue buried inside him and rocked back and forth. “Oh yes, please Esteve, oh yes.” Stephen now feeling more in control bent over him and kissed his shoulders, his hand reaching round to brush Miquel’s cock, rubbing his own cock against the back of Miquel’s thigh. “Hurry, hurry Esteve.”
Stephen purred in return, “Patience my dear is a virtue I believe.” He sniggered and then moved back and his thumbs widened the cleft to expose the puckered orifice and experimentally touched the hole and with fascination watched it spasm. He then brought his face close to him and circled that spasming hole with his tongue, little laps, circling, circling, extending his teasing of him. Miquel’s groans grew louder. “Shh! My love, you must be quiet. You will wake the household.”
“Then push that god damned instrument of torture inside me,” Miquel gasped.
Stephen pushed his tongue in lapping him, trying to push in as far as possible, listening to Miquel’s now stifled cries. He was biting into the pillow to muffle his cries. Stephen’s cock jerked and he knew he would not hold for much longer. He blindly felt for the phial and poured oil into his palm, all the time lapping at Miquel, laving him. He pulled back to groans of protest from Miquel. He shushed him, “Be patient my dear, my fingers, you want my fingers inside you?” Miquel nodded frantically, still rocking. Stephen separated his cheeks and circled, circled the spasming hole and dipped inside, pushing in fast and as far as he could. He brushed the prostate gland and pulled the finger all the way out and pushed in again brushing at that same place wringing gasps from Miquel, his other hand reaching around to lightly touch his cock, eliciting another groan and increased rocking.
“More Esteve, more please, oh hurry, please. I’ll come before … “ He groaned again as Stephen pushed a second finger into him widening him further, massaging him, stimulating him till he thought he could not bear it any longer. “Oh God, your cock Esteve, please jam it into me. I want you, fill me, oh God, fill me with your cock!” He demanded.
Stephen needed no further encouragement and he put his cock against him and nudged until the head of his cock was inside Miquel, swallowed and massaged by that ring of muscle. He looked down at their joining excited by the sight of his cock part-buried inside Miquel. No longer able to control he pushed all the way in. He bit down on Miquel’s shoulder to stifle his moans as he felt the heat and pressure of Miquel’s muscles flutter around his cock, squeezing him, squeezing him so tight. Stephen pulled almost all the way out, Miquel now totally aroused, all control lost pushed back, his incoherent cries, pleas for Stephen’s cock all jumbled together. Stephen pushed in again, in and out, in and out; the rhythm building as he blindly pushed and shoved his way into Miquel’s body. Undulating under him, no longer able to control Miquel grabbed Stephen’s hand and pushed it against his cock as he came, calling his name. This triggered Stephen’s release and he pushed in one last time, spurting hot cum, bathing Miquel with his cum. He collapsed onto Miquel’s back, as Miquel collapsed onto the bed.
A little while later Stephen lifted his head and looked down at Miquel’s face. He caressed his face and kissed his cheek. He got off him and lay down on his back for a while listening to the noises of the sleeping house, Miquel’s even breathing. He then noticed the sounds of steps, someone pacing back and forth. It seemed like it was just outside their room. He got up and wrapping a towel around his waist peeked out the door onto the veranda that they shared with the adjoining room. Felipe was pacing back and forward as he smoked a cigar. He looked up, “Oh Stephen, did I disturb you?”
Stephen blushed but the darkness was not sufficient to hide it from Felipe. The moonlight was strong enough and the difference from the usual paleness of his skin was obvious. “Did we disturb you?” He asked in a whisper.
Felipe looked steadily at him, “So Miquel has finally gotten what he has always wanted, at last. He’s always wanted you, Esteve.”
Stephen stared at him, “You knew?”
“Yes, it was obvious from the way he always looked at you, no matter all the girls he pretended to be chasing. But then you and Josep were the only ones oblivious to that, even Tomas was aware of Miquel’s desire for you. We were both somewhat relieved he joined the Church, it would have led to scandal of some sort if he had not I believe. But then perhaps not, he had a marked preference for you. I don’t believe other men interested him that much, but he would not be happy as a married man. You obviously found out only recently.”
Stephen nodded and looked down. “Was it so obvious? Truly was it so Felipe?” He asked.
“Yes, and you have responded to him Esteve. Why? That is not like you. I know your interest in women was unfeigned and I don’t believe you have had experiences with other men before Miquel, have you?”
“No, no I have not.” He shrugged and looked uncertain and walked to the edge of the balcony holding tightly to the metal filigree work. “I don’t know why … Well yes I do, in a confused way. I have always loved Miquel as the closest and dearest friend of my youth. I have always treasured in my heart the memories of my youth when everything seemed to go right. There was happiness, there was love, there was pleasure and joy. My life has become so dark since then. My memories of Miquel and our times together in Barcelona had become to me like a fantastical dream I could not believe I had been so carefree, so open and that life was so good then. I couldn’t refuse him, I couldn’t. How could I? It would somehow be a betrayal, a rejection of those memories, if I rejected him. Then I admit I was made curious by my body’s reaction to his first attempts of seduction. I had not felt love, physical love for so long. I needed …” He looked at Felipe as if pleading for understanding. “Then after I had allowed him to make love to me that first time, I found that I didn’t want to refuse him. I am surprised, but yes I enjoy touching him and being touched by him. Perhaps it has always been that way with me.” He shrugged again. “I’ve never had a distaste or horror of men touching each other. I never saw anything wrong with men showing their love for another in a sexual way, I had just never considered it for me, until now.”
“But unlike you Miquel has no desire for women and Miquel would have you exclusively his, if he could. This is dangerous for you, Esteve and dangerous for Miquel. I heard the two of you from my study. I was working late. What if it had been a servant or someone else had overheard you, if you were staying at an inn? The scandal would destroy him and his family and if as I suspect that you are working for the English, a liaison with a man would open you to blackmail and endanger you. I saw how volatile Miquel’s response to you was at dinner. You may be able to control your responses to him in public, I am not sure Miquel is so controlled. He was always more open, more free than you in the expression of his feelings.”
Stephen nodded, “I have not promised him anything more than our time together on this brief sojourn. He is aware I must return to my ship and the English. I have not made false promises to him.” He defended himself.
“I did not accuse you of that Esteve, but do you think this relationship wise? I do not.”
“True, true, you and Tomas were in many ways more practical and sensible than Miquel and me. I have the feeling from what his Bishop has said and what the Lord Abbot of Montserrat has implied that Miquel will soon be posted to some position in the New World. If that is the case, if I return to Catalunya there will be no relationship to worry about. No scandal, no danger.”
“Oh yes, quite convenient for you Esteve, I’m sure,” drawled Miquel, the bitterness of his tone all too obvious. Stephen closed his eyes, regretting his words. “I’ll be conveniently tidied away in the New World so you can get on with your work and your life.” Miquel glared at him.
“And did you overhear my words, Miquel?” Felipe asked sharply.
“It is none of your ….” Miquel was fuming.
“It is my business when two of my friends’ behaviour brings danger to themselves, me or my family. Miquel I have a wife and a child to think of. You only have yourself to worry about. If you were betrayed to the Castellanos as a result of your dangerous and risky behaviour and they could link me to you, then what Miquel? Think about that.” Felipe snapped back.
“Then I would advise you not to be involved in the fight for Catalan freedom, if you don’t have the stomach for it,” Miquel sneered.
“That’s enough Miquel,” Stephen snapped. “He was being a friend to both of us. He is just pointing out the dangers of our position if we were caught. There is no need to throw insults, like some impetuous thoughtless child.”
“Is that what you think I am Esteve? A child easy to manipulate and use and too caught up with his desires to think about what he does and says. Do you have such contempt for me?”
Stephen walked up to him and reached up and placed his hands on Miquel’s shoulders and stared up at him, holding his eyes, commanding him with the force of his being, “No Miquel, I do not. You heard too what I said about why I agreed to make love with you. I love you my dear friend, but yes in your passion for me you may take risks that are unacceptable, pointless that would endanger others. If we were caught and tortured, how long do you think you could hold out before you would give them names? I don’t know that for myself and so I would rather not take the risk of getting caught. My problem my dear Miquel is that I am too easily led by you. My heart negates every warning my brain sends me to stop when I am overcome by my desires for you. Tonight was a perfect example. Can’t you see this?” Stephen stretched up and lightly kissed Miquel’s lips.
“But I would have you Esteve,” Miquel’s voice was now plaintive.
“My dear, I am not refusing you. I cannot. I can only stress again we must be careful, not only for your reputation as a priest but for our safety and that of our friends.” Stephen held him close.
Miquel looked up and at Felipe, “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said that. I know you are only concerned for our safety.” His face broke into a smile, “And what is this about a child?”
“Well Anaïs believes she is pregnant, but she does not want to announce it. She is being superstitious; she lost a child last year and dreads it may happen again if she announces her state to the world too early.” He looked to Stephen, “Esteve could you examine her, see that she and the baby are healthy. I don’t have much of an opinion of our physician but I can hardly offend him by moving to another.”
“Yes, I will do so, if she will permit me.” Stephen agreed.
“I’ll bid you good night then gentlemen,” Felipe bowed and returned to his study and then to his wife’s bed.
Miquel pulled Stephen back into the bedroom, kissing and caressing him. Stephen shook his head, silently laughing and whispered, “Miquel, Miquel have you learnt nothing?”
Miquel kissing him, laughed back, “But there is no one near now to hear your screams of passion when I make love to you. We are perfectly safe and well I may just have to gag you next time to ensure no one hears us.” He pulled him down onto the bed and rolled on top of him, biting and kissing him.
“What if it is you that needs to be gagged,” Stephen gasped in between kisses.
“Well you have my permission to gag me, then,” Miquel laughed and determinedly followed the path he had plotted down Stephen’s body. He removed the towel and kissed and caressed Stephen until he was erect and began sucking his cock with pleasure, licking and sucking with appetite, nibbling at the base of his cock, licking its head, teasing him and revelling as always in Stephen’s undisguised pleasure at his attentions. He groped around the bed to find his phial and holding it up to the light, “Just enough left for tonight my dear. I shall get some more tomorrow.” Stephen looked at him and collapsed in giggles, squeaking and gasping.
Miquel frowned and asked, “What is so amusing Esteve?”
“I am just pondering the reason that you will give to the priest when you request some of the sacramental oil. I do not think anointing my insides will be the appropriate response,” Stephen laughed.
“Of course I won’t tell him that. Would you prefer that I baste you with olive oil?”
“Does it matter?”
With impatience, Miquel turned him over and quickly coating his fingers pushed them impatiently into Stephen. Stephen stopped laughing and flinched in pain. Miquel stopped and murmured an apology and kissed his back and took it more gently. He lay beside Stephen kissing him and languidly pushing his fingers in and out, building a slow arousal in him, watching his face, lit by the moonlight. Stephen was now undulating on his fingers, murmuring to Miquel; soft pleadings for Miquel to enter him and Miquel sat up behind him and pulled his hips up, rubbing his cock along Stephen’s cleft watching with satisfaction Stephen’s attempts to impale himself on him. Holding his hips more firmly he placed his cock at the entrance and entered him pushing himself in with one firm stroke. Stephen stopped his undulations, adjusting to being stretched, feeling some pain at the sudden stretching and gasping. Miquel hearing his gasp of pain and feeling his breathing change stayed still inside him as he kissed his back, murmuring comfort to him, waiting for Stephen to get used to him inside him before thrusting again. He pulled out slowly, feeling Stephen shuddering with the pleasurable stimulation of his cock pulling out and looking down at their joining pulled as far as the tip of his cock and plunged quickly in again, a series of slow withdrawals and quick plunging into Stephen setting the rhythm and when he felt he could not hold much longer reached around to take Stephen’s cock in his hand massaging and squeezing him as he plunged in and pulled out, in and out, the speed of his thrusts accelerating with the squeezing of his cock and both came in a shuddering climax. Miquel rolled off Stephen and gathered him into his arms and fervently kissed his face, murmuring his love for him until Stephen calmed and they fell asleep, Stephen’s head pillowed on Miquel’s shoulder, Miquel caressing his back and bottom and shoulders in long strokes with one hand and the other gently clasped Stephen’s penis, cradling it.
Catalan Holiday 5