40 Fandoms of Lent: 'Secrets' Series by Enid Blyton
'Secrets' Series - Enid Blyton
Jack/Prince Paul
PG13
450ish words
warning of dubious consent
“It seems unfair,” said Prince Paul thoughtfully, “that Peggy has to sleep next door all on her own whilst Mike and Nora are away. It would be better if we could all share one room.”
Jack laughed.
“They wouldn’t allow that. Peggy’s a girl.”
“I know. I’m not ignorant. But I don’t see why that would stop her sharing a room with us.”
“We might be overtaken by our animal desires,” said Jack cynically.
“What?”
Paul looked shocked, as if Jack had said something that had never occurred to him before.
“Really, Paul, you can’t be that innocent. They’re trying to protect Peggy’s virtue. Ours too, of course, but mainly hers.” He smiled sardonically. “What they don’t seem to realise, of course, is that it doesn’t have to be a girl who turns you on.”
“What do you mean?” asked Paul, hoping that he had misunderstood.
But there was little room for misunderstanding in the look that Jack was giving Prince Paul now. His eyes were darkened with desire.
“I’ve always been frustrated that Mike’s had to share my room. Now it’s just you and me, which is far better. I’ve nothing against Mike - he’s like a brother to me - but you…” He trailed off.
“I don’t understand.”
“Paul, Paul, you can’t tell me you’ve never been tempted. What do you think about as you bring yourself off? Have you ever wondered what it might feel like if… someone else did it?”
Paul was shaking his head - no, no - but Jack was taller than him, bigger than him in every way; and he was standing too close. He felt Jack’s hand on his shoulder, pulling him closer still.
“You don’t mean this, Jack. You don’t mean this.” Paul wondered if Ranni, or one of his other bodyguards, would come if he yelled. But what would he say to them if they did come?
“I do. Believe me, I do.”
Jack’s hands were creeping lower, and Paul could feel his body responding, however much he desperately wanted it not to. Jack kissed his mouth firmly, and Paul found his lips parted in half-surprise; but this seemed to be what Jack wanted, for his tongue was now inside Paul’s mouth, and the bad thing was how good it felt.
“That’s right, Paul,” murmured Jack. “You know you’ve wanted this…”
He continued to stroke and touch Paul until the younger boy was panting against his shoulder; and then, as Paul came, breathlessly, Jack moved away, his laugh somewhat shaky.
“You see?” Jack said softly. “It wasn’t so bad, after all.”
Jack/Prince Paul
PG13
450ish words
warning of dubious consent
“It seems unfair,” said Prince Paul thoughtfully, “that Peggy has to sleep next door all on her own whilst Mike and Nora are away. It would be better if we could all share one room.”
Jack laughed.
“They wouldn’t allow that. Peggy’s a girl.”
“I know. I’m not ignorant. But I don’t see why that would stop her sharing a room with us.”
“We might be overtaken by our animal desires,” said Jack cynically.
“What?”
Paul looked shocked, as if Jack had said something that had never occurred to him before.
“Really, Paul, you can’t be that innocent. They’re trying to protect Peggy’s virtue. Ours too, of course, but mainly hers.” He smiled sardonically. “What they don’t seem to realise, of course, is that it doesn’t have to be a girl who turns you on.”
“What do you mean?” asked Paul, hoping that he had misunderstood.
But there was little room for misunderstanding in the look that Jack was giving Prince Paul now. His eyes were darkened with desire.
“I’ve always been frustrated that Mike’s had to share my room. Now it’s just you and me, which is far better. I’ve nothing against Mike - he’s like a brother to me - but you…” He trailed off.
“I don’t understand.”
“Paul, Paul, you can’t tell me you’ve never been tempted. What do you think about as you bring yourself off? Have you ever wondered what it might feel like if… someone else did it?”
Paul was shaking his head - no, no - but Jack was taller than him, bigger than him in every way; and he was standing too close. He felt Jack’s hand on his shoulder, pulling him closer still.
“You don’t mean this, Jack. You don’t mean this.” Paul wondered if Ranni, or one of his other bodyguards, would come if he yelled. But what would he say to them if they did come?
“I do. Believe me, I do.”
Jack’s hands were creeping lower, and Paul could feel his body responding, however much he desperately wanted it not to. Jack kissed his mouth firmly, and Paul found his lips parted in half-surprise; but this seemed to be what Jack wanted, for his tongue was now inside Paul’s mouth, and the bad thing was how good it felt.
“That’s right, Paul,” murmured Jack. “You know you’ve wanted this…”
He continued to stroke and touch Paul until the younger boy was panting against his shoulder; and then, as Paul came, breathlessly, Jack moved away, his laugh somewhat shaky.
“You see?” Jack said softly. “It wasn’t so bad, after all.”