Sneakily, Deklan had been tipping the carafe over Oakland’s goblet every chance he could get, a sure sign Deklan was trying to get him tipsy on wine.
“I’m a little hungry. Are you?” Deklan asked.
“I could munch.” Oakland had never eaten a meal in front of Deklan before except a pear or maybe a cracker crisp. The idea would be strange, as though he was really about to eat with a Prince. Would his etiquette show proper? He’d find out soon enough.
“How about we sneak out of here to see if we can raid the kitchen without getting caught?” Deklan had acted like he was a young teenager on a sole assignment to rob the place. “There should be plenty of food in there tonight.”
“No way. Somebody in the kitchen will recognize me.” Oakland stood stiff, his eyes bulging.
“It’ll be fun, like we’re on a secret mission.” Deklan grabbed Oakland’s hand and started walking like a crouched tiger before they even left the bedroom.
Prowling already? What was that about?
Lightening up about the idea, Oakland laughed at Deklan’s prowling technique.
Even though they were both in their twenties and should be acting like adults, Deklan felt like a child and loved it, especially with Oakland holding his hand.
They crept through the hallway like burglars, tiptoeing most of the way until they had come to a wall of bookshelves where they stopped. Deklan reached for a lever that was secretly placed behind a book and pulled it forward. There was a click, and Deklan tugged the entire wall open like a door. They squeezed through the small opening where Deklan had taken Oakland down a back stairway that was a private passage only the owners knew of. It was extremely dark as well as narrow, obviously used for escape purposes mainly, and whomever used it had to move along in a single file through the dark tunnel by touch alone.
Deklan stopped abruptly with a childlike chuckle and Oakland tripped down to the same step he was standing on.
Turning in the tight dark spot, Deklan kissed Oakland. Their tongues engaged while Deklan mumbled that he loved him. He slid his hands downward along Oakland’s abdomen until they reached the growing bulge in his pants. He squeezed and grumbled, “I have never wanted anybody as badly as I want you, Oakland.”
Oakland’s reaction indicated he was certain of what Deklan was after—His chocolate kisses? His gripping black sex hole? A black man donned in a light brown mustache? It had gone unnoticed in the darkness that Oakland was blushing and even though their tongues were tied, Oakland was still able to fluently return his testament that he loved him too. They separated and Deklan patted Oakland on the bottom before he’d given it a squeeze.
Deklan whispered, “Ready? Let’s move.”
Before Oakland had a moment to think about an answer, their mission was on again.
Reaching the stairwell bottom, Deklan pressed a hand and ear against the door. Hearing nothing on the other side, he pressed an eye to the small peep hole at the top of the door, standing on his toe tips even though he was an inch or two over six feet tall.
“I don’t see anyone.” Deklan whispered, turning back and kissing Oakland one more time. It was so dark his lips caught a feature other than Oakland’s lips. He hoarsely whispered, “Oh. Was that your eye?”
Oakland replied, “I hope those were your lips?”
Deklan clicked the latch and slowly opened the door, peeked around the corner as if it would have made a difference to anybody on the other side. He slinked through the small opening like a prowling cat, propping a sack of potatoes against the casing to hold the door open.
Back stepping in Deklan’s shadow, Oakland appeared meek. He’d been staring at the unit of shelves that were similar to the ones they’d come through upstairs. He spun back around and bumped into Deklan. They stood a moment in that small cupboard—the outside walls were lined with shelves and hanging baskets, all stocked with odds and ends, such as pots, pans, utensils, nonperishable foods, books and plenty of other items used for preparing meals.
Oakland commented, “Despite I’d been in the kitchen countless times before, I had no idea this room was here.”
Deklan grabbed Oakland’s hand and led him across the small pantry to the real door that would open up into the real kitchen. “You ready to invade the place, my brave spy?”
“Unh… I guess so,” Oakland warbled.
“Then, let’s do this.” Deklan’s grin had spread out across his face, curling up his cheeks.
Suddenly, Deklan burst through the door like a barren soldier, ready to stab anybody who stood in the way of his only meal. He swiftly plucked a knife from the cutting block and stuffed it under the door as a prop for the quick getaway. He looked heroic in a dangerous sort of way, a stud on a masculine rampage. His blood pumped faster.
Oakland mumbled, “Jeez, Dek. Excellent maneuvering. Your heroic beastliness had just given me an erection.”
Grinning, Deklan replied, “Then I’d say my mission has been accomplished. Keep it up. I’ll be after that later.”
They moved in like warriors of the wasteland. In and out. Fast and quick. Practically undetectable. Missed at a blink of an eye. The faster they moved, the blurrier they were.
Deklan took to the cupboards and Oakland shot over to the cooler. They were sleek and feline fast, like thieves in the night.
The few people prepping food or whatever they were doing in the kitchen were probably too shaken by the sudden outburst to register who it was doing the stealing.
Like a whirlwind gone unnoticed, Deklan and Oakland were in and out of the kitchen within a few seconds, that of which included the disengagement of doorstops by Deklan as they charged back through the pantry and up the secret stairway. The doors closed behind them with a bang and the delayed squawking out of somebody in the kitchen had Oakland and Deklan laughing at the late screamer.
Big houses with secret passages were made for kids.
They’d made it back to the second floor in record time, Oakland displaying signs of being out of breath by the time they reached the bedroom.
After their full arms spilled food to the table near the wine, Deklan jogged back to the door and locked it.
“Omigawd, I was fitting out.” Oakland breathed heavily as he dropped to the floor and laid face up in front of the fireplace. He looked microscopic lying next to the stone structure. It towered massively high as well as stretched across most of the entire wall.
Overhead of Oakland, Deklan crawled toward him across the floor on all fours. When he reached Oakland’s head, he stopped and leaned down to kiss him from above. The sensation of an upside down kiss felt strange, but since it was Oakland who had kissed him back, it hadn’t mattered how the love was received.
“We did it,” Deklan said, his lips lightly brushing Oakland’s.
“You were a beast. I was completely turned on by your crafty maneuvers. Especially the way you burst through that door. Every muscle was bulging from the seams. I thought for sure that shirt of yours was going to shred and become history.”
“You liked that, did you? I’ll keep that in mind the next time I bust through your door. Promise me you won’t yell for help when I bring you down and take what’s mine?”
Oakland put a hand over his stiffening dick. “Wouldn’t happen.”
“What wouldn’t? Me busting up your door, or taking you down and taking what belongs to me?”
“Me screaming for help wouldn’t happen. Chute, I’d gag-tie my own mouth shut if I knew it was you coming through that door to rough me up.”
“No struggling, then?”
“Maybe a little. I need to see those bulging muscles having a go at me.”
Deklan laughed, “Oh, I’m sure you’ll see THE muscle, and you’ll be feeling every bit of it as I break down that back door.”
“Omigawd. Maybe we should eat.” Oakland rolled over onto his elbows and faced the food on the table top, groaning when his erection pressed into the wooden floor under him. He grinned and rubbed his hands together like
a greedy banker would do when touching money. “Let’s eat.” He beamed.
Deklan wanted their last night together to be one of the best, avoid wallowing in despair and misery of what was about to occur, and what better way to lift the emotional state than by reminiscing about good times the two of them had. He dug in and reminded Oakland of some finer moments that included laughter, kissing, holding hands and making love. Like the time they met in the clover field unexpectedly, both unaware they were a few days shy from falling in love, as well as the first time they shared a glance in the grand hall on his birthday—their pivotal point in life. Plus, he mentioned when he politely asked Oakland if he could have a moonlight kiss. That was outstandingly romantic and a moment Deklan would never forget.
Oakland had come back with a few memories of his own, bringing up how much he enjoyed their first dance in the Garden by the pool even though he wasn’t much of a dancer. There was a grin that had come across Deklan’s face when Oakland mentioned how boundless the sensation was the first time his body had accepted Deklan, and at that soul connecting moment, knew they would always be together. Undeniably, there were many good moments, a few eccentric, but the most memorable, which had come with laughter and will never be forgotten, was the shock he encountered the first time he witnessed a horse being given a thorough bath.
By far, their latest adventure through the kitchen taking food was the most adrenalin rushing moment. One that’ll truly be remembered.
After making more good memories while sitting with his one true love in front of the fireplace drinking wine and eating stolen snacks, Deklan tugged Oakland by the hand and had taken him straight to bed without cleaning up. They carried on the way they always had when they slept together—in and out of slumber, kissing, loving, swapping semen.
They shared their bodies about five o’clock that morning, and it seemed to have been the most intimate moment they’d ever had. Deklan was sure it had a lot to do with what day it was and his belief it might possibly be the last time they would ever bond in the comfort of each other’s arms without the need to sneak off into a dark corner.
During their nighttime sessions of affection, Deklan had ruled the dominant position, sliding his fertile erection in and out of Oakland for hours, fully ejaculating every time. He valued being inside him, and could tell by Oakland’s bodily and verbal reactions, he equally loved getting penetrated by the man he adored. But, for the first time, Deklan had an overpowering urge to really take Oakland’s semen into his body and hold it there, to feel the man he loved become part of him, to be as close as possible. That night was the night. He opened himself like never before, taking Oakland so deeply, every bit of that man had reached his heart—the strongest sensation ever had burst his soul wide open. It was a moment in time he would treasure—never forget or ever wanted to.
Channeling his self-seeking desires, Deklan flipped their positions, putting himself back on top of Oakland, his erection sliding right inside him without effort. At that moment, Oakland let out a whimper, one that sounded of pleasure beyond ecstasy. It turned to verbal begging, ordering Deklan to flood him with as much semen as he was able, that he needed his ultimate gift to take with him.
Without refuting, Deklan had given himself to Oakland throughout the night, satisfying him and making certain he kept his man’s sex hole well soaked as if it had to last him the rest of his life. There hadn’t seemed to be a better sensation than being snuggly tucked inside Oakland for those long lengths of time, ejaculating deeply, over and over again, plugging him until the daylight hour had abruptly come.
After the final dynamic release that morning, Deklan remained deeply submerged while holding Oakland tightly from behind. The desire to remain connected to the one he loved was stronger than it had ever been. He needed to stay attached, never wanting to separate.
Chapter 30
The notorious wedding day had arrived, and the Royal Family’s only son was getting married. To a lady. With a vagina. Not a dick.
How perfect. For everybody but Deklan.
Oakland had woken, spotting Deklan sitting on the edge of the bed facing him with a hot cup of tea, a stirring spoon coated in sugar, and a few fancy fans of sliced strawberries arcing the edge of the plate.
Oakland needed him as his wedded. Badly. Would he survive without the man he loved?
Oakland blinked away the bright light and sat up, making more room for Deklan beside him. The blanket fell to Oakland’s lap and Deklan reached out and rubbed his dark chest with the back of his hand. His gentle stroke felt good to Oakland. He liked his touch, wasn’t sure he’d be able to live without it. It was warm and gentle, even when the caress was just a few fingers tracing his skin.
“I brought this for you, my sweetheart.” Deklan set the tray on the edge of the bed next to Oakland. It wobbled, making Oakland nervous sitting there, but if Deklan was okay with it, so was he.
Oakland wasn’t much for putting his stomach through a workout so soon after he’d woken up, but he enjoyed a good cup of tea from time to time, and told Deklan that, but it was necessary for him to be honest as well. He remarked, “I don’t usually eat straight out of bed in the morning, but thank you for what you’ve done. I could, however, start with the tea.”
“We can share the strawberries later.” Deklan pushed the tea toward Oakland.
Oakland purred as he sipped its goodness.
“I’d like to tell you how much I’d enjoyed being with you these past few days,” Deklan conveyed while he repositioned himself closer to Oakland. The saucer of strawberries clattered on the tray as it rocked between the two of them.
“I as well loved being with you. Every moment. But enough talk of that. It all sounds too final.” Oakland sipped the hot tea carefully, his true emotions remained hidden. The scalding heat helped keep him from breaking down.
They both knew what was taking place later that day and neither one of them liked it or wanted to think about it.
Oakland set the cup back down on the tray and reached for Deklan’s hand. He sat quietly for a minute just looking into his boyfriend’s eyes. He thought it before and it had come to him again. “Omigawd, he’s extremely beautiful. I’ll miss him so much.”
As if he’d read Oakland’s thoughts, Deklan gently placed his palm under Oakland’s chin, moving it to his jaw, and softly commented, “You are so precious and beautiful. I’m going to miss you so much.”
They’d only known each other for a very short time, but fused so strongly that thoughts on the others mind could practically be read. With that, Oakland could tell Deklan’s heart was tortured and knew the Prince was identifying his was too. All of it was unnecessary heartache and could so easily be prevented.
Deklan appeared strong, but Oakland knew he was crying behind his smile.
There was a moment of silence before Deklan leaned over the strawberry plate and gave Oakland the biggest hug he’d probably ever given, hanging on as long as he could, unable to let go. In time, he’d broken the bond, easing the situation by mentioning the tea was going to spill if they kept crowding the breakfast tray as they had been.
As though he agreed, Deklan pulled away.
Before too much time had passed, Oakland nudged the breakfast tray, making room to get out of bed.
“Allow me.” Deklan lifted the shaking tray and carried it to the table near the fireplace. A bit of tea had spilled, but he hadn’t cared.
Oakland lifted his trousers from the floor and started to put them on.
“Let me help you with those.” Deklan walked toward him with watery eyes.
Oakland stopped midway and waited for Deklan’s help. He could have done it himself, but he wanted to need him.
They carried on with minimal chatter as if they had just met for the very first time. Thinking about it, Oakland couldn’t remember if Deklan had ever asked him what his role was at the Manor, so he answered the long overdue question with, “I feed the smaller livestock—the goats and chickens, mainly the ones
who live with me in the carriage house. I also pick the vegetables, gather eggs and keep the kitchen stocked with whatever is needed for that day’s meals. The same routine every day. That rarely changes.” He strayed as far away from wedding talk as possible. In fact, he hadn’t mentioned it at all. Likewise for Deklan, he was sure.
Just as Oakland thought, Deklan refrained from bringing up the wedding blues too—that was obvious by the joke Deklan made about how big and heavy Oakland’s black dick was in the palm of his hand. He roared like an elephant while lifting it into his britches, tucking it neatly down Oakland’s inner thigh and giving the monstrous member a gentle pat when he was finished playing with it.
“Where’s your shirt?” Deklan shakily smiled.
“Over there.” Oakland pointed to the chair by the fireplace.
Deklan had gone to get it and on his way back, held it against his face and inhaled deeply. His eyes closed as if embedding the memory of the man who would soon walk away from him forever.
Oakland quietly told him to keep that one and asked, “Give me one of yours to wear.”
“I’d like that.” Deklan put Oakland’s shirt on and went to the wardrobe to select one of his own. “I chose white because I like how it looks against your skin. This is my favorite one. I’ll always think of you each time I search to put it on.”
Oakland put the shirt on with Deklan’s help. The scent of his boyfriend covered him. It was as if Deklan’s body was wrapped around his and having it so close had helped ease his splitting soul.
Deklan buttoned Oakland up in his quirky manner, from bottom to top. He laid his palms to Oakland’s chest and brushed the fabric flat. “Good as gold,” he quietly said. “You look nice. Like an angel who can’t be missed.”
Oakland kissed Deklan with his mouth closed, holding it for quite a while, not moving or expanding his jaw to take him in. He just stood motionless, softly and quietly connecting with Deklan. Oakland’s eyes closed and a tear found a way to break free. He couldn’t hold it back. He was crumbling and on the verge of bursting if the melancholy continued to mount inside him.
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