Fill - Beneath Me 12/?
anonymous
August 31 2011, 04:30:16 UTC
In the morning it occurs to Charles that if his father ever discovers that he's fucking a servant, he'll be livid. It'd be bad enough if it was a housemaid, but the stable hand? Charles shudders at the thought of his father's displeasure. It's all too easy to picture. It should make him stay away from Erik. It should make Charles take care that nothing like last night ever happens again.
It should not make him get dressed, skip breakfast and head to the stables.
Erik's currying the chestnut mare when Charles enters. He glances up, pauses for a moment and then continues.
“Thought I'd go for a ride.” Charles says casually.
Erik nods, but says nothing. He's silent as he saddles the horse. Treading carefully, Charles thinks. Perhaps Erik has also realized the possible consequences of their actions.
“There's a stile near the river path.” Charles remarks as though he's telling Erik the sky is blue.
“I know it.” Erik waits, his eyes curious.
“Good.” Charles reaches for the reins. “Wait for me there.” He swings up into the saddle.
The slow, half-startled smile that spreads over Erik's face does nothing to him. Nothing at all, Charles tells himself blithely.
Charles rides through the woods, enjoying the early morning breeze. He takes his time, but eventually turns his mount down the river path. When he's in view of the stile, for a moment he thinks Erik didn't come. Disappointment settles over Charles like a damp shirt. He'd really thought...
And then Charles sees him, leaning against the fence, tossing his cap lazily in the air. Charles swings down from the saddle, ties the reins loosely to the fence. His heart beats rapidly in his chest, his cock is already aching between his legs.
“Here now,” Erik starts but that's as far as he gets because Charles is kissing him, his mouth hot on Erik's. His fingers pull at Erik's shirt. Charles wants to feel skin under his fingertips.
Erik's half laughing, half kissing him. Charles should care, but he doesn't. He pulls Erik's shirt open, wide enough for him to be able to bite at Erik's throat before pressing his open mouth wetly to Erik's chest. Now Erik isn't laughing, no, he's half groaning under the assault of Charles's mouth on his bare skin.
“Come on,” Erik manages, “Come on.”
Charles pushes him up against the steps of the stile. Erik hits the step with a thump, grinning up at Charles. “I like you like this.” He tells Charles appreciatively.
“Shut up and turn round,” Charles pants. He's got his trousers open at last, cock out. He runs his hand down the length of it, priming himself. Erik complies, dragging his trousers down over his hips before he kneels on the middle step. One of these days Charles wants to watch the man's face as he fucks him. But not today.
Today he wants just this. Barely any spit on his cock as he pushes the head against Erik's hole. He doesn't bother with fingers, not today. Erik hisses at the first thrust, but then he's pushing back against Charles, ass begging for more. Charles sinks into the tight delicious heat of Erik's hole, savoring the feeling of it. His hands pull at Erik's thighs, pushing his trousers down further. Skin, he wants skin. Erik's thighs are well-muscled, covered with fine hairs that Charles wants to rub his face against and cover with kisses. He wants to touch all of Erik, examine his body in great detail until he knows it inside and out. His hand moves to fist Erik's cock, tugging it roughly. Erik's moaning aloud.
Charles pulls at his hair, making Erik turn his head so that Charles can suck at his neck. Then his mouth is on Erik's and they're kissing, tongue and teeth, as they fuck right there on the stile where anyone who chanced along could see. Erik's cock strains, thrusting needly through Charles's fingers, and then he's coating Charles's hand with his come. Erik gasps as his body still moves against Charles's. Charles's hand slips down to cup his balls. He rubs his knuckles over overly sensitive flesh, causing Erik to cry out. Charles comes at last, riding out every last swell of his orgasm until he's spent and gasping, resting his head on the back of Erik's neck.
Fill - Beneath Me 13/?
anonymous
August 31 2011, 06:33:05 UTC
Charles slips out of Erik, stepping back from the stile. He cleans himself off, cock and hand, with his handkerchief before refastening his trousers.
Erik straightens up, wincing slightly. “I'll feel that for a few days.” He pulls his trousers up, eying Charles as he does.
“Good.” Charles murmurs. He likes the image of Erik, sore with remembering the stretch of Charles's cock throughout his day. The very thought of it sends a fresh surge of lust to his groin.
Erik buttons his shirt. “You kiss well enough for a lord's son at any rate.”
Charles slaps him automatically. The blow leaves a flat red imprint on Erik's cheek.
“Now look here,” Charles steps closer into Erik's space. “I want your body, not your mind, such as it is. I want your mouth, not your words. So keep any such thoughts you have to yourself. Is that clear?”
Erik slaps him back casually. The sting of it takes Charles's breath away. No servant has ever dared touch him in such a fashion.
“I'll say what I like,” Erik says bluntly. “You want the use of my body,” He shrugs, “All right then, but if you ever,”
“Shut up!” Charles spits thickly.
Erik's jaw tightens. In an instant he's pulling Charles closer by his collar, dragging him in for a harsh, bruising kiss. The force of it, the rough drag of Erik's tongue on his leaves Charles gasping for air, let alone thought.
“Admit it,” Erik whispers. “You like the way I kiss.”
“It's not entirely without its merits.” Charles murmurs. Erik's hand moves between his legs, cupping his spent cock, teasing him. “I...like your mouth.” He does. He likes Erik's mouth far more than he should, and it hasn't even touched his cock yet.
“That's fair.” Erik strokes him, “I like yours.” He leans in to pull at Charles's lower lip with his teeth. “I want to fuck you."
The words make Charles's skin hot all over. He can't...but, oh god, the thought of it cause his knees to turn weak. He'll never get Erik to obey him if he lets him, but Charles wants it all the same.
“You'll have to earn it.” The words are as much a surprise to him as they are to Erik.
“What if I took you right here,” Erik murmurs. “On your knees in the grass, that perfect ass of yours, all white and pure against the dirt.” He leans in, his eyes gazing heatedly at Charles, “What if I fucked you here here and now, you begging for my cock to fill your ass?”
“That's enough.” Charles cries out. His face is red; he can't stop picturing it. He wants, god, he wants it. It takes every last inch of his willpower to pull away from Erik and head for his horse. “Return to your duties.” He orders.
“Yes, sir.” Erik bows his head mockingly.
Charles's temper breaks. He grabs his riding crop from the saddle and lashes Erik across the cheek.
Erik's head snaps back. He raises his hand to his face in surprise. His eyes are dark as he looks up at Charles as he mounts.
“If you open your mouth once more to say anything other than “Yes, my lord, I'll whip you so hard you'll be begging for my cock instead.” Charles pushes the tip of the crop under Erik's chin, forcing his head back. “Understood?”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Good. See that you're not late returning to the stables.” With that, Charles wheels his horse around and rides off.
Fill - Beneath Me 14/?
anonymous
August 31 2011, 06:44:23 UTC
The rest of the day passes in a slow, dull haze. The duties Lord Xavier has assigned to Charles are monotonous. He's bored to tears as he oversees the supposedly idle gardener mending the fence. He can't help replaying the morning's events while pretending to pay attention. Charles doesn't know what he wants more, for Erik to continue his insolence, so that Charles can punish him, or for Erik to behave and prove that Charles can control him. Occasionally at least.
When he thinks of Erik's words, his cock stirs instantly. Charles wants it. His father would despise that even more, his son spreading his legs for a servant. Charles knows this to be true. And he knows, for good or for bad, that's helped decide the matter. He'll let Erik fuck him. But not just yet. Let the man sweat a while longer.
At dinner that night, the meal is silent except when Lord Xavier remarks upon some topic and Charles murmurs a response. He pushes a piece of ham across his plate, wondering if his father would notice if he threw it across the room. At last Lord Xavier pats his mouth with his napkin and pushes his chair back.
“Fetch the stable hand in.” His father interrupts Charles's silent sigh of relief as the servants clear away the plates.
“What?” Charles starts. His father can't have discovered them. He wouldn't have been so bloody calm all through dinner. Unless he was waiting for Charles to confess. Guilt coils in Charles's stomach, making him queasy.
“I wish to speak to him about the horses.” His father gazes at him disapprovingly. “Don't dally, Charles. Fetch him into the study.” He strides ahead.
“Sir.” Charles goes out. He tells the butler to fetch Erik. He doesn't want to venture into the stable just now. Instead he joins his father in the study.
Erik's rap is quick at the study door.
“Enter,” Lord Xavier moves to the sideboard where he keeps his liquor.
Charles sits back, enjoying the sight of Erik here amongst his father's private lair. Erik stands uneasily in the middle of the room. He's out of place with his rough clothes and dirty hands. The scent of leather and horses follows him. Yet the force of his presence is undeniable. Charles can't deny the pull he feels, even here, right under his father's nose.
“What happened to your face?” Lord Xavier pours himself a glass of port.
“A branch caught it earlier, my lord.” Erik says, carefully not looking at Charles.
“Hmph, well, then. We shall be attending the Shaw hunt this coming weekend. We'll need the horses well exercised in preparation. See that you measure their feed carefully. Don't want them getting bloated.”
“Yes, my lord.” Erik waits to be dismissed, but Xavier's gaze has moved to his son.
“Shaw's daughter will attending the hunt. We've considered pairing the two of you before the hunt is over.” He takes a sip of port. “She can ride damn well they say. Maybe she can teach you to keep your seat better.”
“Very well, sir.” Charles keeps his hands flat on the arms of his chair. He knows Erik is watching this, but he refuses to acknowledge his gaze.
“You can go, the both of you.” Xavier dismisses them without another glance.
Erik follows Charles out into the hall. For a second there's only silence, heavy and awkward between them.
“Is that the way of it then?” Erik's voice is soft.
Charles glares at him. “I told you.”
“So you did.” Erik leans in, his mouth grazing Charles's jaw, kissing him right there in his father's hallway.
Fill - Beneath Me 15/?
anonymous
August 31 2011, 06:54:53 UTC
The walk to the stables takes too long. Charles reaches for his riding crop as soon as he enters it. Erik's waiting, eyes dancing with anticipation with what is to come.
“Shirt off, trousers down.” Charles orders. Erik obeys readily enough. As his skin is revealed, Charles swallows painfully over the rush of lust in his throat. “Bend over the bench.”
For the first time, there's a touch of embarrassment in Erik's face. Still, he obeys, if rather slowly.
“Hands on the ground.”
Erik rests his palms flat on the stable floor. His ass is displayed splendidly over the bench. Charles moves in, kicking his legs further apart. He thinks of how he fucked Erik this morning and brings the crop down across Erik's bare ass. Erik grunts, but doesn't cry out. There's a lovely red stripe against the paleness of his skin. Charles admires it, then adds another. He studies the way Erik's hips jerk forward with each blow, then tense in readiness for the next. Charles glances between his legs. Erik's hard, already leaking slightly, his pre-come dripping to the stable floor.
“Looks as though I'm not the only one enjoying this.” Charles lays another blow.
This time Erik doesn't stop himself from groaning low in his throat. “Please.”
“You know full well when it will stop.” Charles tells him. “When you beg for my cock.”
Erik grimaces, but another blow across his already sensitive ass makes him whimper. “Please, sir.”
“Yes?” Charles hits him across the thighs just for variety.
Erik moans. “Your, cock, fuck, just...”
“How badly do you want it?” Charles brings the crop down again.
“Enough that I'm begging,” Erik grits out. Charles laughs. He lands another blow before walking around to stand in front of Erik.
“Open up.” Erik does so reluctantly. Charles slips the tip of his riding crop inside, resting it lightly on Erik's tongue. “Suck it.”
Erik's glaring at him; he knows what Charles is planning, but he does it anyway. Finally Charles pulls the crop from his mouth and returns to his former position. Parting Erik's reddened cheeks, Charles pushes the tip of the riding crop just inside his hole. Erik hisses sharply between his teeth, his hands pushing at the floor in a vain effort to steady himself. Charles pushes the crop further, forcing another whimper from Erik's tongue.
Charles reaches down between Erik's legs to take hold of his balls. “Stroke yourself off, do it.”
Erik's breath sounds forced, and ragged, but his hand reaches down to ease over his shaft. His rhythm is awkward, his fingers brushing against Charles's as Charles caresses his balls lightly, squeezing tenderly. Erik's moans are louder as Charles fucks him with the riding crop. It doesn't take long at all. Erik comes with a faint cry, his balls tightening in Charles's hand as he spills shamelessly over his own fingers.
Charles pulls the crop out of him, and walks around to face Erik once more. Erik looks up at him. There's sweat on his brow, and his cheeks are warm with lust.
“Clean it off.” Charles holds the crop out. Erik licks it tentatively, his eyes still on Charles. His tongue rasps over the leather bit. “There,” Charles says at last. He hangs the crop up and cricks his neck slightly.
Erik stands slowly. He'll be even more sore tomorrow, Charles wagers with no certain amount of personal satisfaction.
“Will you be wanting to ride in the morning, sir?” Erik asks at last. His tone is respectful, but his eyes look at Charles like they're a storm waiting to unleash its thunder.
“Yes,” Charles smiles. “Have my horse ready.”
“As you please.” Erik murmurs.
Charles leans in. “You'll dream of me tonight, won't you?” He cups one of Erik's cheeks, squeezing. Erik moans delightfully, lips parting in a mix of pain and pleasure. Charles can't deny himself a final kiss. He slides his hands over Erik's ass, pulling him closer as his mouth claims Erik's.
Re: Fill - Beneath Me 15/?
anonymous
August 31 2011, 13:31:49 UTC
OMFG! I LOVE HOW ERIK IS SUCH A SLUT FOR CHARLES'S COCK. UNFFFFFFFFFFFF!
ERIK JUST CAN'T SAY NO TO CHARLES EVEN THOUGH HE KNOWS THAT CHARLES WILL SOON BE MARRIED OFF -- AND TO SHAW'S DAUGHTER, EVEN. (Truly, my heart breaks for Erik. He does not show it but maybe he'd like to be more than a stable boy who bends over for Charles every time Charles gets an erection.)
THIS IS SO HOT, ANON! AND I LOVE THE SPANKING AND THE FRIGGING USING THAT RIDING CROP. THIS IS WHAT A STABLE BOY AU SHOULD BE.
YOU HAVE MADE ME SO HAPPY TODAY -- SO HAPPY IN MY PANTS! :DDDDDD THANK YOU! PLEASE UPDATE SOON. (I CANNOT WAIT FOR CHARLES TO BOTTOM!)
Re: Fill - Beneath Me 15/?
anonymous
September 9 2011, 05:13:53 UTC
Oh my God, this is amazing. Just amazing. I have such a huge kink for master/servant and this is PHENOMENALLY HOT. You are unbelievable. Just...OH MY GOD. The sex in this is incredible. *incoherent noises*
Fill - Beneath Me 16/?
anonymous
September 19 2011, 03:08:22 UTC
Charles leaves Erik standing there in the stables and goes back into the house. Once safely away in his bedroom, he strips off all his clothes and falls into bed naked. There's a slow satisfied sort of heat spreading all over his body. God, it had been tempting to just toss his crop away and fill the delicious hole of Erik's with his own cock.
Even now his cock stirs, wanting it. Charles groans lazily and rolls over to lie on his stomach. If he had any strength, he'd just rub against the sheets, but he's too tired even for that. His cock will have to wait. His father's words from earlier return to his mind and Charles buries his head under a pillow, drawing the coverlet up over him. Those aren't the only words haunting him though.
I want to fuck you...
He closes his eyes and tries to sleep.
It's late. The house is still, bathed in the silence of sleep. Yet, something rouses Charles from his dreams. He blinks in the darkness. There's something's tickling along the inside of his thigh. It's nothing worth moving for, only soft whispering brushes along his skin. He doesn't stir. The touch doesn't go away though, tracing lightly over his body. Charles stretches slightly, but that doesn't stop it either. Now the touch is ghosting over his ass, still barely there. It's a dream...but then the touch dips between his cheeks.
Charles opens his eyes as the bed creaks softly.
“I think maybe it's you dreaming of me.” Erik's voice is there at his ear. Charles freezes. He wants to turn and flip the man off of him, but Erik's fingers are gliding over the intimate skin, right down to his hole, stroking across it lightly.
“I like finding you like this,” Erik murmurs. “As though you're waiting for me...” The tip of his forefinger traces around Charles's entrance.
Charles tenses. He wants this; oh god, he wants it. Yet at the time, he's afraid of what it will mean, what Erik will do if Charles lets him touch him like this.
Erik's hand withdraws, resting on his thigh. “Tell me to go.”
The words startle Charles into speech. “What?” He half turns on his side to look up at Erik.
“If you tell me to go, I will.” Erik says this softly, watching Charles's face carefully in the shadows of the room.
Charles sits up in bed. Erik's just sitting there beside him, eyes bright in the dark. Hesitantly, Charles raises his hand to to trace the line of Erik's jaw. “Now why would I tell you that?”
Drawing Erik in for a kiss is the easiest thing in the world.
Fill - Beneath Me 17/?
anonymous
September 19 2011, 03:11:26 UTC
Charles draws Erik down among the covers, kissing him fiercely. He's completely naked and Erik is still dressed, smelling of the night air and the woods. Charles nips at Erik's mouth hungrily.
“Take your clothes off.” He pulls at Erik's collar hurriedly. “Off.”
Erik sits back, fumbling with his trousers. He kicks them off onto the floor, then pulls his shirt over his head. Charles reaches out to touch his cock and Erik stills, letting him. Charles drags his hand over Erik's length, looking up at him.
“Well?”
“Well, what?” Erik asks.
“Are you going to fuck me or what?” Charles loves the way Erik's face looks at this moment. Surprised and pleased and eager, as his cock is swelling in Charles's grasp. He gives it a little squeeze and sits back, waiting.
Erik sits back, resting his hands on his knees. “I....” He half-laughs. “Didn't really think you'd let me...”
“Well, I haven't yet.” Charles points out.
“But you didn't tell me to go.”
“No,” Charles admits, hiding a smile. “That's true.”
Erik leans in. “What am I supposed to call you?”
It's on the tip of Charles's tongue to say, 'Sir,' like he should. But...here, in the dark of his bedroom, with Erik naked beside him...it feels different.
“Call me Charles.” He says softly.
Erik cups his chin, letting his thumb caress the curve of Charles's lower lip. “Charles...”
“Yes?”
“I'm going to fuck you now.” Erik kisses him then slow and sure and confident, his tongue possessing Charles's mouth like it's always belonged to him. When he pulls away finally, his breath is ragged.
Charles blinks, trying to regain himself. "I...yes..." He licks his lips in anticipation. “Oh, wait,” Leaning over to his bedside table, he he reaches into the drawer where he has some oil. He holds out the bottle.
Erik takes it speculatively. “You've done this before...right?”
Charles flushes, but nods. “Yes...but I was a lot younger...” Maybe this is a mistake. He can still tell Erik to get out of his bedroom. If the stable hand laughs at him, he'll...
But instead of laughing, Erik smiles. It's not teasing, it's not cruel, it's not mean-spirited in any way. It leaves Charles breathless, this beautiful wide smile on Erik's lips.
Re: Fill - Beneath Me 17/?shelledwalnutSeptember 19 2011, 06:55:33 UTC
I just re-read Better Outrun My Gun and I was wondering where you were, anon. I AM SO HAPPY THIS WAS UPDATED!
AND I CANNOT WAIT FOR MOOORE! ERIK BEING SO TENDER WITH CHARLES AFTER CREEPING IN HIS BED AND TAKING LIBERTIES WHILE CHARLES WAS STILL ASLEEP -- IT'S SO WRONG BUT HOT! AND CHARLES FINALLY SAYING YES AND TELLING ERIK TO CALL HIM BY HIS NAME.
OMG, THEY HAVE FEELINGS! (I feel like crying now from the angst that will surely come.)
Re: Fill - Beneath Me 17/?
anonymous
September 19 2011, 20:59:46 UTC
Stupid real life being stupid. Also, I have this long section of BOMG typed up, but not the very next scene and every time I think I can update the story, I realize I still haven't written it. *headdesk* But SOON, I PROMISE.
THEY HAVE FEELINGS, BUT THERE WILL BE MORE SEX. I SWEAR IT ON MY ANCESTORS, WHO ARE PROBABLY ASHAMED OF WHAT I AM DOING...BUT THEY'RE DEAD, SO I DON'T CARE.
It should not make him get dressed, skip breakfast and head to the stables.
Erik's currying the chestnut mare when Charles enters. He glances up, pauses for a moment and then continues.
“Thought I'd go for a ride.” Charles says casually.
Erik nods, but says nothing. He's silent as he saddles the horse. Treading carefully, Charles thinks. Perhaps Erik has also realized the possible consequences of their actions.
“There's a stile near the river path.” Charles remarks as though he's telling Erik the sky is blue.
“I know it.” Erik waits, his eyes curious.
“Good.” Charles reaches for the reins. “Wait for me there.” He swings up into the saddle.
The slow, half-startled smile that spreads over Erik's face does nothing to him. Nothing at all, Charles tells himself blithely.
Charles rides through the woods, enjoying the early morning breeze. He takes his time, but eventually turns his mount down the river path. When he's in view of the stile, for a moment he thinks Erik didn't come. Disappointment settles over Charles like a damp shirt. He'd really thought...
And then Charles sees him, leaning against the fence, tossing his cap lazily in the air. Charles swings down from the saddle, ties the reins loosely to the fence. His heart beats rapidly in his chest, his cock is already aching between his legs.
“Here now,” Erik starts but that's as far as he gets because Charles is kissing him, his mouth hot on Erik's. His fingers pull at Erik's shirt. Charles wants to feel skin under his fingertips.
Erik's half laughing, half kissing him. Charles should care, but he doesn't. He pulls Erik's shirt open, wide enough for him to be able to bite at Erik's throat before pressing his open mouth wetly to Erik's chest. Now Erik isn't laughing, no, he's half groaning under the assault of Charles's mouth on his bare skin.
“Come on,” Erik manages, “Come on.”
Charles pushes him up against the steps of the stile. Erik hits the step with a thump, grinning up at Charles. “I like you like this.” He tells Charles appreciatively.
“Shut up and turn round,” Charles pants. He's got his trousers open at last, cock out. He runs his hand down the length of it, priming himself. Erik complies, dragging his trousers down over his hips before he kneels on the middle step. One of these days Charles wants to watch the man's face as he fucks him. But not today.
Today he wants just this. Barely any spit on his cock as he pushes the head against Erik's hole. He doesn't bother with fingers, not today. Erik hisses at the first thrust, but then he's pushing back against Charles, ass begging for more. Charles sinks into the tight delicious heat of Erik's hole, savoring the feeling of it. His hands pull at Erik's thighs, pushing his trousers down further. Skin, he wants skin. Erik's thighs are well-muscled, covered with fine hairs that Charles wants to rub his face against and cover with kisses. He wants to touch all of Erik, examine his body in great detail until he knows it inside and out. His hand moves to fist Erik's cock, tugging it roughly. Erik's moaning aloud.
Charles pulls at his hair, making Erik turn his head so that Charles can suck at his neck. Then his mouth is on Erik's and they're kissing, tongue and teeth, as they fuck right there on the stile where anyone who chanced along could see. Erik's cock strains, thrusting needly through Charles's fingers, and then he's coating Charles's hand with his come. Erik gasps as his body still moves against Charles's. Charles's hand slips down to cup his balls. He rubs his knuckles over overly sensitive flesh, causing Erik to cry out. Charles comes at last, riding out every last swell of his orgasm until he's spent and gasping, resting his head on the back of Erik's neck.
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Erik straightens up, wincing slightly. “I'll feel that for a few days.” He pulls his trousers up, eying Charles as he does.
“Good.” Charles murmurs. He likes the image of Erik, sore with remembering the stretch of Charles's cock throughout his day. The very thought of it sends a fresh surge of lust to his groin.
Erik buttons his shirt. “You kiss well enough for a lord's son at any rate.”
Charles slaps him automatically. The blow leaves a flat red imprint on Erik's cheek.
“Now look here,” Charles steps closer into Erik's space. “I want your body, not your mind, such as it is. I want your mouth, not your words. So keep any such thoughts you have to yourself. Is that clear?”
Erik slaps him back casually. The sting of it takes Charles's breath away. No servant has ever dared touch him in such a fashion.
“I'll say what I like,” Erik says bluntly. “You want the use of my body,” He shrugs, “All right then, but if you ever,”
“Shut up!” Charles spits thickly.
Erik's jaw tightens. In an instant he's pulling Charles closer by his collar, dragging him in for a harsh, bruising kiss. The force of it, the rough drag of Erik's tongue on his leaves Charles gasping for air, let alone thought.
“Admit it,” Erik whispers. “You like the way I kiss.”
“It's not entirely without its merits.” Charles murmurs. Erik's hand moves between his legs, cupping his spent cock, teasing him. “I...like your mouth.” He does. He likes Erik's mouth far more than he should, and it hasn't even touched his cock yet.
“That's fair.” Erik strokes him, “I like yours.” He leans in to pull at Charles's lower lip with his teeth. “I want to fuck you."
The words make Charles's skin hot all over. He can't...but, oh god, the thought of it cause his knees to turn weak. He'll never get Erik to obey him if he lets him, but Charles wants it all the same.
“You'll have to earn it.” The words are as much a surprise to him as they are to Erik.
“What if I took you right here,” Erik murmurs. “On your knees in the grass, that perfect ass of yours, all white and pure against the dirt.” He leans in, his eyes gazing heatedly at Charles, “What if I fucked you here here and now, you begging for my cock to fill your ass?”
“That's enough.” Charles cries out. His face is red; he can't stop picturing it. He wants, god, he wants it. It takes every last inch of his willpower to pull away from Erik and head for his horse. “Return to your duties.” He orders.
“Yes, sir.” Erik bows his head mockingly.
Charles's temper breaks. He grabs his riding crop from the saddle and lashes Erik across the cheek.
Erik's head snaps back. He raises his hand to his face in surprise. His eyes are dark as he looks up at Charles as he mounts.
“If you open your mouth once more to say anything other than “Yes, my lord, I'll whip you so hard you'll be begging for my cock instead.” Charles pushes the tip of the crop under Erik's chin, forcing his head back. “Understood?”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Good. See that you're not late returning to the stables.” With that, Charles wheels his horse around and rides off.
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When he thinks of Erik's words, his cock stirs instantly. Charles wants it. His father would despise that even more, his son spreading his legs for a servant. Charles knows this to be true. And he knows, for good or for bad, that's helped decide the matter. He'll let Erik fuck him. But not just yet. Let the man sweat a while longer.
At dinner that night, the meal is silent except when Lord Xavier remarks upon some topic and Charles murmurs a response. He pushes a piece of ham across his plate, wondering if his father would notice if he threw it across the room. At last Lord Xavier pats his mouth with his napkin and pushes his chair back.
“Fetch the stable hand in.” His father interrupts Charles's silent sigh of relief as the servants clear away the plates.
“What?” Charles starts. His father can't have discovered them. He wouldn't have been so bloody calm all through dinner. Unless he was waiting for Charles to confess. Guilt coils in Charles's stomach, making him queasy.
“I wish to speak to him about the horses.” His father gazes at him disapprovingly. “Don't dally, Charles. Fetch him into the study.” He strides ahead.
“Sir.” Charles goes out. He tells the butler to fetch Erik. He doesn't want to venture into the stable just now. Instead he joins his father in the study.
Erik's rap is quick at the study door.
“Enter,” Lord Xavier moves to the sideboard where he keeps his liquor.
Charles sits back, enjoying the sight of Erik here amongst his father's private lair. Erik stands uneasily in the middle of the room. He's out of place with his rough clothes and dirty hands. The scent of leather and horses follows him. Yet the force of his presence is undeniable. Charles can't deny the pull he feels, even here, right under his father's nose.
“What happened to your face?” Lord Xavier pours himself a glass of port.
“A branch caught it earlier, my lord.” Erik says, carefully not looking at Charles.
“Hmph, well, then. We shall be attending the Shaw hunt this coming weekend. We'll need the horses well exercised in preparation. See that you measure their feed carefully. Don't want them getting bloated.”
“Yes, my lord.” Erik waits to be dismissed, but Xavier's gaze has moved to his son.
“Shaw's daughter will attending the hunt. We've considered pairing the two of you before the hunt is over.” He takes a sip of port. “She can ride damn well they say. Maybe she can teach you to keep your seat better.”
“Very well, sir.” Charles keeps his hands flat on the arms of his chair. He knows Erik is watching this, but he refuses to acknowledge his gaze.
“You can go, the both of you.” Xavier dismisses them without another glance.
Erik follows Charles out into the hall. For a second there's only silence, heavy and awkward between them.
“Is that the way of it then?” Erik's voice is soft.
Charles glares at him. “I told you.”
“So you did.” Erik leans in, his mouth grazing Charles's jaw, kissing him right there in his father's hallway.
Charles pulls away. “Stables. Now.”
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“Shirt off, trousers down.” Charles orders. Erik obeys readily enough. As his skin is revealed, Charles swallows painfully over the rush of lust in his throat. “Bend over the bench.”
For the first time, there's a touch of embarrassment in Erik's face. Still, he obeys, if rather slowly.
“Hands on the ground.”
Erik rests his palms flat on the stable floor. His ass is displayed splendidly over the bench. Charles moves in, kicking his legs further apart. He thinks of how he fucked Erik this morning and brings the crop down across Erik's bare ass. Erik grunts, but doesn't cry out. There's a lovely red stripe against the paleness of his skin. Charles admires it, then adds another. He studies the way Erik's hips jerk forward with each blow, then tense in readiness for the next. Charles glances between his legs. Erik's hard, already leaking slightly, his pre-come dripping to the stable floor.
“Looks as though I'm not the only one enjoying this.” Charles lays another blow.
This time Erik doesn't stop himself from groaning low in his throat. “Please.”
“You know full well when it will stop.” Charles tells him. “When you beg for my cock.”
Erik grimaces, but another blow across his already sensitive ass makes him whimper. “Please, sir.”
“Yes?” Charles hits him across the thighs just for variety.
Erik moans. “Your, cock, fuck, just...”
“How badly do you want it?” Charles brings the crop down again.
“Enough that I'm begging,” Erik grits out. Charles laughs. He lands another blow before walking around to stand in front of Erik.
“Open up.” Erik does so reluctantly. Charles slips the tip of his riding crop inside, resting it lightly on Erik's tongue. “Suck it.”
Erik's glaring at him; he knows what Charles is planning, but he does it anyway. Finally Charles pulls the crop from his mouth and returns to his former position. Parting Erik's reddened cheeks, Charles pushes the tip of the riding crop just inside his hole. Erik hisses sharply between his teeth, his hands pushing at the floor in a vain effort to steady himself. Charles pushes the crop further, forcing another whimper from Erik's tongue.
Charles reaches down between Erik's legs to take hold of his balls. “Stroke yourself off, do it.”
Erik's breath sounds forced, and ragged, but his hand reaches down to ease over his shaft. His rhythm is awkward, his fingers brushing against Charles's as Charles caresses his balls lightly, squeezing tenderly. Erik's moans are louder as Charles fucks him with the riding crop. It doesn't take long at all. Erik comes with a faint cry, his balls tightening in Charles's hand as he spills shamelessly over his own fingers.
Charles pulls the crop out of him, and walks around to face Erik once more. Erik looks up at him. There's sweat on his brow, and his cheeks are warm with lust.
“Clean it off.” Charles holds the crop out. Erik licks it tentatively, his eyes still on Charles. His tongue rasps over the leather bit. “There,” Charles says at last. He hangs the crop up and cricks his neck slightly.
Erik stands slowly. He'll be even more sore tomorrow, Charles wagers with no certain amount of personal satisfaction.
“Will you be wanting to ride in the morning, sir?” Erik asks at last. His tone is respectful, but his eyes look at Charles like they're a storm waiting to unleash its thunder.
“Yes,” Charles smiles. “Have my horse ready.”
“As you please.” Erik murmurs.
Charles leans in. “You'll dream of me tonight, won't you?” He cups one of Erik's cheeks, squeezing. Erik moans delightfully, lips parting in a mix of pain and pleasure. Charles can't deny himself a final kiss. He slides his hands over Erik's ass, pulling him closer as his mouth claims Erik's.
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ERIK JUST CAN'T SAY NO TO CHARLES EVEN THOUGH HE KNOWS THAT CHARLES WILL SOON BE MARRIED OFF -- AND TO SHAW'S DAUGHTER, EVEN. (Truly, my heart breaks for Erik. He does not show it but maybe he'd like to be more than a stable boy who bends over for Charles every time Charles gets an erection.)
THIS IS SO HOT, ANON! AND I LOVE THE SPANKING AND THE FRIGGING USING THAT RIDING CROP. THIS IS WHAT A STABLE BOY AU SHOULD BE.
YOU HAVE MADE ME SO HAPPY TODAY -- SO HAPPY IN MY PANTS! :DDDDDD THANK YOU! PLEASE UPDATE SOON. (I CANNOT WAIT FOR CHARLES TO BOTTOM!)
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AND DEAR GOD WHY DID I CHOSE TO READ THIS IN A PUBLIC PLACE.
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Even now his cock stirs, wanting it. Charles groans lazily and rolls over to lie on his stomach. If he had any strength, he'd just rub against the sheets, but he's too tired even for that. His cock will have to wait. His father's words from earlier return to his mind and Charles buries his head under a pillow, drawing the coverlet up over him. Those aren't the only words haunting him though.
I want to fuck you...
He closes his eyes and tries to sleep.
It's late. The house is still, bathed in the silence of sleep. Yet, something rouses Charles from his dreams. He blinks in the darkness. There's something's tickling along the inside of his thigh. It's nothing worth moving for, only soft whispering brushes along his skin. He doesn't stir. The touch doesn't go away though, tracing lightly over his body. Charles stretches slightly, but that doesn't stop it either. Now the touch is ghosting over his ass, still barely there. It's a dream...but then the touch dips between his cheeks.
Charles opens his eyes as the bed creaks softly.
“I think maybe it's you dreaming of me.” Erik's voice is there at his ear. Charles freezes. He wants to turn and flip the man off of him, but Erik's fingers are gliding over the intimate skin, right down to his hole, stroking across it lightly.
“I like finding you like this,” Erik murmurs. “As though you're waiting for me...” The tip of his forefinger traces around Charles's entrance.
Charles tenses. He wants this; oh god, he wants it. Yet at the time, he's afraid of what it will mean, what Erik will do if Charles lets him touch him like this.
Erik's hand withdraws, resting on his thigh. “Tell me to go.”
The words startle Charles into speech. “What?” He half turns on his side to look up at Erik.
“If you tell me to go, I will.” Erik says this softly, watching Charles's face carefully in the shadows of the room.
Charles sits up in bed. Erik's just sitting there beside him, eyes bright in the dark. Hesitantly, Charles raises his hand to to trace the line of Erik's jaw. “Now why would I tell you that?”
Drawing Erik in for a kiss is the easiest thing in the world.
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Charles draws Erik down among the covers, kissing him fiercely. He's completely naked and Erik is still dressed, smelling of the night air and the woods. Charles nips at Erik's mouth hungrily.
“Take your clothes off.” He pulls at Erik's collar hurriedly. “Off.”
Erik sits back, fumbling with his trousers. He kicks them off onto the floor, then pulls his shirt over his head. Charles reaches out to touch his cock and Erik stills, letting him. Charles drags his hand over Erik's length, looking up at him.
“Well?”
“Well, what?” Erik asks.
“Are you going to fuck me or what?” Charles loves the way Erik's face looks at this moment. Surprised and pleased and eager, as his cock is swelling in Charles's grasp. He gives it a little squeeze and sits back, waiting.
Erik sits back, resting his hands on his knees. “I....” He half-laughs. “Didn't really think you'd let me...”
“Well, I haven't yet.” Charles points out.
“But you didn't tell me to go.”
“No,” Charles admits, hiding a smile. “That's true.”
Erik leans in. “What am I supposed to call you?”
It's on the tip of Charles's tongue to say, 'Sir,' like he should. But...here, in the dark of his bedroom, with Erik naked beside him...it feels different.
“Call me Charles.” He says softly.
Erik cups his chin, letting his thumb caress the curve of Charles's lower lip. “Charles...”
“Yes?”
“I'm going to fuck you now.” Erik kisses him then slow and sure and confident, his tongue possessing Charles's mouth like it's always belonged to him. When he pulls away finally, his breath is ragged.
Charles blinks, trying to regain himself. "I...yes..." He licks his lips in anticipation. “Oh, wait,” Leaning over to his bedside table, he he reaches into the drawer where he has some oil. He holds out the bottle.
Erik takes it speculatively. “You've done this before...right?”
Charles flushes, but nods. “Yes...but I was a lot younger...” Maybe this is a mistake. He can still tell Erik to get out of his bedroom. If the stable hand laughs at him, he'll...
But instead of laughing, Erik smiles. It's not teasing, it's not cruel, it's not mean-spirited in any way. It leaves Charles breathless, this beautiful wide smile on Erik's lips.
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AND I CANNOT WAIT FOR MOOORE! ERIK BEING SO TENDER WITH CHARLES AFTER CREEPING IN HIS BED AND TAKING LIBERTIES WHILE CHARLES WAS STILL ASLEEP -- IT'S SO WRONG BUT HOT! AND CHARLES FINALLY SAYING YES AND TELLING ERIK TO CALL HIM BY HIS NAME.
OMG, THEY HAVE FEELINGS! (I feel like crying now from the angst that will surely come.)
BUT MORE HOT STABLE BOY SEX, PLEASE, ANON!
I LOVE THIS!
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THEY HAVE FEELINGS, BUT THERE WILL BE MORE SEX. I SWEAR IT ON MY ANCESTORS, WHO ARE PROBABLY ASHAMED OF WHAT I AM DOING...BUT THEY'RE DEAD, SO I DON'T CARE.
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And beloved author, your ancestors are prolly reading this and finding it incredibly hot as well. NO SHAME! NONE WHAT SO EVER!
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ALSO, ANON, I LOVES YOU. I WANT TO BUILD YOU A CAKE, OR SOMETHING
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and soooo hot @_@ can't wait for the sexy times to start (again) :D
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