by Brynn Paulin
His lover’s pain pierced Toby. What he’d done! “I’m sorry…”
Wyn shook his head. “No more. No recriminations. We are both to blame. Now…we will be together. Nothing else matters as long as you are by my side—really by my side.”
“Always,” Toby promised.
“Come to bed,” Wyn urged. “I need to feel you in my arms. And you look as if you might fall over any minute.”
“I’m fine,” Toby said though he felt light-headed. He clung to Wyn’s arms to stay upright.
Wyn shook his head. “I know you hate to be carried, but I am afraid you will be on the floor in a moment.”
Toby didn’t bother to protest. This would be the last time Wyn would carry him— ever—and he might as well enjoy the moment. Tomorrow he’d address that he was perfectly capable of walking. At all times. “Maybe later, we can go out. I’ve heard of this club where we can dance. I have a lot to celebrate, you know.”
“You lost your job.”
Toby shrugged. “That’s not a bad thing, and who cares? I found you. That’s a lot more. Whatever comes, I’ll have you with me and it’s just gotta be good. We have an angel on our side.”
“That we do. We are also not going dancing. You are not leaving this bed.” Wyn laid him atop the comforter and Toby wiggled backward onto the pillows.
“Will you stay here with me?”
“Try and stop me.”
Toby smiled, but it hurt. He sighed and tossed an arm dramatically over his eyes. “I fear I’m too weak for that.”
Wyn laughed and settled beside him. “You are a mouthy squire.”
“Yours. So what’re you going to do about it?”
“Whip you soundly and keep you in bed.”
“There might be many such lessons you’ll have to teach me,” Toby teased. He pulled Wyn’s ring from his pocket and held it out to him. His eyes shimmering, though Toby would never insult his knight by calling them tears, Wyn silently took the ring and slipped it on. He bent over Toby and dropped tender kisses on his cheeks. “Love you,” he whispered.
“By the saints, I love you so much…”
As they reunited, this time forever, they heard the tinkling laughter of their angel and as the sound faded away, they knew it was the last they’d hear of her even if she always watched over them.
Epilogue
Toby sat at his work table with his back to the wall, reconciling the inventoried shipment of artefacts to those promised. Despite the often tedious paperwork, he loved his job at the Levey museum.
“I’m leaving for the evening,” David said from the doorway behind Toby. “I’ll lock up and set the alarms on my way out. Be careful not to trigger anything when you leave. You won’t be much longer will you? I have it on good authority you have a very handsome man waiting at home.”
“Wyn’s teaching that sword fighting class tonight. He won’t be home quite yet. I have about a half hour then I’m outta here.”
David came around the table and leant his hip against the edge. “Is he ready for his demonstrations next week?”
“Always. He’s such a perfectionist he drives me crazy. Has he told you he’s using me as a prop?” He grinned. “It’s been nice working for you.”
“Ha. That man wouldn’t hurt you if a knife was to his throat.”
Toby knew that was absolutely true. “He is pretty spectacular, isn’t he? Now, you get out of here and get to your own hot man.”
David’s face lit up as it always did when he thought of Bryant. “Outta here. See you in the morning.”
No sooner had David left than callused hands covered Toby’s eyes.
“You were listening the whole time,” he chided.
“Yes.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be teaching your class?”
“No. It starts next week. I lied so I could surprise you.” He kissed Toby’s neck. “Happy birthday, love.”
Toby turned in his office chair then stood going directly into Wyn’s arms. He’d spent an awful lot of time there in the past months. After he’d lost his job at the college, they’d travelled together to England. Wyn had met Toby’s parents, then the two of them had gone to Wyn’s castle. It seemed no more inviting to them than it had back in the thirteen hundreds. Still, they’d explored all the nooks and crannies and rediscovered the few places they’d secret rendezvoused. The castle was now a bed and breakfast, catering to foreign visitors. That was fine with them both since they didn’t intend to spend time there and it ensured Wyn an on-going cashflow.
Most of Wyn’s things, artefacts from their time, had been moved to be with them at their condo.
All the while, Toby had shown Wyn the world while they’d waited on his position at Levey to eventually come through. Now, Wyn was writing a book about the middle ages while Toby worked, though he did participate in special engagements at the museum as a contracted worker.
“Will you be much longer?” Wyn asked against his lips. His hand strayed down to Toby’s ass, and Toby knew exactly what he wanted—exactly what they both wanted all the time.
“Just a few more minutes work, but I can go now. This will hold until tomorrow morning.”
“Hmm…okay, come with me then.”
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see. David was very helpful since it’s your birthday.” He led Toby to a part of the museum Toby had set up to demonstrate actual rooms within a medieval castle. Wyn didn’t stop until he’d reached the lord’s chamber. There are no real artefacts in this area so neither of them were concerned with setting off alarms. There were none, and no cameras either.
“What are you doing?” Toby asked.
“Something I have always wanted to do.”
“Wait… It’s my birthday.”
“You’ll get your present,” Wyn promised.
“Why do I feel like I’m getting gypped? I get your fine body every day.”
Wyn growled at him then sat in the lord’s chair. “Take off your clothes, squire, and get on the bed.”
“You’ve had me in a bed—probably every way there is to have me,” Toby argued while he took off his clothes.
“You are a difficult servant.”
Toby snorted. “Servant?”
“By the saints, work with me here.”
“Well, I am difficult. You’re right about that.”
Wyn shook his head as Toby stood beside the bed naked. “Climb up.”
“Wouldn’t you rather we went home to our soft cushy bed?”
“No,” Wyn said flatly. “The lord would like to fuck in the lord’s chamber.”
“David knows about this?” That would be a little embarrassing.
“Exact details? No.”
Wyn devoured Toby with his eyes while he took off his own clothes.
“You know,” Toby said, his arms behind his head. “This bed is about as comfortable as a board. Oh wait. It is a board.”
“Difficult…”
“Did you bring lube?”
“Oh course.”
“Wyn, I don’t know what it is that you’ve always wanted but will you hurry? I need you.”
“I’m right here, love.” Wyn’s mouth came down on his. They moved together in a rhythm that had become natural to them in the last months, both now knowing exactly what the other loved most. Toby dampened a finger in his mouth then worked it against Wyn’s anus. Slowly, he slipped the digit inside. It was the extent of penetration Wyn wanted from him. Some might find that strange, but not Toby. He liked being Wyn’s bottom and didn’t have any desire to switch up. Wyn groaned his approval into Toby’s mouth and rubbed his groin against Toby’s.
“Like that?” Toby murmured.
“You know I do. You know everything about me.”
“Except what you want most,” Toby countered, crying out as Wyn’s teeth captured a nipple.
“To make love to you by torchlight in the lord’s chamber. Even in my own castle we could not because it is a part of the castle
’s exhibit and not a private room.”
“Mmm…all so clear now. How will you have me, my lord?”
Wyn nipped beneath his chest moving towards Toby’s navel. “On your back with your legs drawn up. I want to see the face of the one I love most.”
Travelling lower, he pressed a hand to Toby’s belly. Firm pressure kept Toby still as Wyn took his cock in his mouth. Toby’s head came off the pillows, his mouth opening on a groan as Wyn’s heat enveloped him. “Yes, Wyn…”
Wyn pulled off with a pop. “You are going to come, squire. We cannot soil the lord’s chamber. No waiting today.”
Toby would have laughed, but Wyn’s mouth was already on him, sucking forward Toby’s release with skilled lips and tongue. In minutes, Toby was bowing from the bed. His hands clenched into the blanket as his cum filled Wyn’s mouth.
Wyn licked his lips. “So good.”
“You’re so good.”
“I am glad you think so.” He wasted no time coating his fingers with lube and pressing them into Toby. He stroked Toby’s sweet spot while Toby writhed with pleasure. “Hurry Wyn!”
“Always in such a hurry.”
“Don’t tease me. It’s my birthday.”
“So it is. Legs to your chest, squire. Let me in.”
“Always,” Toby promised. He was always Wyn’s. In public. In private. However Wyn wanted. Since making that choice, he hadn’t regretted it. His eyes closed. “You feel so good, Wyn. Deeper. Deeper,” he begged and didn’t stop until Wyn was all the way in.
Though he was all the way in, Wyn jerked his hips forward as if trying to give him even more. The action seemed to open Toby and Wyn slid that extra millimetre, filling him to perfection. “You feel so good,” Wyn moaned.
“I’d feel better if you’d move and really fuck me.”
“Mouthy,” Wyn laughed and gave Toby’s hip a smack.
“Mmm…more,” Toby cried. Unwilling to wait a second longer for his lover, he gyrated his hips. Wyn took up the momentum, and pistoned his hips forward and back, slamming into Toby with unrelenting force.
Toby gathered enough thought to complete his lover’s fantasy. “Yes, my lord. Fuck me. Fuck your mouthy servant.”
Above him Wyn stiffened, and Toby groaned as his knight’s hot cum filled him. This was how he’d always longed to be. In the arms of his knight, his lord. They had a timeless passion, right in thirteen hundred and just right now.
“Dinner?” Toby asked as they left shortly later. He held Wyn’s hand while Wyn reset the door alarm. Then Toby moved closer, snuggling to Wyn’s warmth as the cold of the early fall evening bit into him. He didn’t care that they were outside where anyone could see. He’d always be willing to be seen in public with his lover…as his lover.
“Pizza at home. Naked. And I’ll give you your other present,” Wyn answered. Toby chuckled, thinking they were a lot like a pair of newlyweds…and they kinda were.
The normal skaters heckled them once more as Wyn and Toby passed, but Toby was used to them. He winked at Kent, the leader, who Toby suspected might be gay—but he’d never had much of a gaydar. Toby flipped them off good-naturedly and they chortled.
“You’re a menace,” Wyn laughed.
“Only with you. You like it.” That said, he pulled Wyn into a kiss the likes of which the skaters had probably never seen. And as their heckles turned to catcalls, he realised that everyone could change. If they want to. But his love for Wyn, never would, because it was happily-ever-after-the-end.
About the Author
When it comes to books and movies, Brynn Paulin has one rule: there must be a happy ending. After that one requirement, anything else goes. And it just might in any of her books.
Brynn lives in Michigan with her husband and two children, who love her despite her occasional threats to smite them. They humour her and let her think she's a goddess...as long as she provides homemade chocolate chip cookies on a regular basis. Brynn is president of her local chapter of Romance Writers of America and also hosts a weekly writing critique group. She’s conducted workshops at several writers’ conferences around the country as she enjoys mentoring and meeting new people.
According to Brynn, her writing success can be attributed to 70's music, her local road construction crews, a trusty notebook, and of course, her husband (and willing research subject), AKA Mr. Inspiration.
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