A King's Ransom

by Shawn Bailey

“Yes,” Ae-Jong answered. “My family comes here often to get away and relax.”

  Ah, now he understood. “How about we check out the onsen? What room is mine?”

  Ae-Jong pointed.

  Andy rolled his suitcase to the room on the left. It had a futon and its own bathroom. He suspected Ae-Jong’s room had the same thing. There was a yukata, a summer kimono for him to change into, and it was just his size. The prince, so far, hadn’t missed a lick. Normally he was the one who planned dates, but he could get used to being the pampered boyfriend. Andy showered and put on the navy yukata and a pair of slippers. He went to the door where he heard soothing music. He found Ae-Jong already in the water. The blond wig had disappeared, and the black bangs were back. His flowery red, white, and blue yukata lay on a bench. His slippers were still near the door. There was a tray of cheese, fruit, and crackers on the table near the bench. Ae-Jong looked comfortable. He held a glass of something bubbly out to Andy.

  “You look very good in that. I couldn’t decide whether to order a green or blue for you. I’m glad I chose the blue. Now, why don’t you drop that robe and join me?”

  Andy removed his robe and stood before him.

  “Ooh, I love all of those muscles and other things,” Ae-Jong said.

  Andy stepped into the water. It was hot, but not very. He settled down next to Ae-Jong and accepted the glass of champagne. “This is nice.”

  “I thought you would like it. This inn has actually been here about a hundred years.”

  “What are you wearing under that water, Your Highness?”

  “My birthday suit,” Ae-Jong answered.

  Andy loved that Ae-Jong studied American culture. He knew some things about South Korea, too, but he had so much more to learn. Andy put his free hand beneath the water and found Ae-Jong’s crotch.

  “Did you find something you like?” Ae-Jong asked.

  “Yes,” Andy answered, giving Ae-Jong’s cock a gentle squeeze. Like cold water, it was also impossible to maintain an erection in hot water, but Ae-Jong was trying to give it a try. Andy removed his hand and went back to drinking his champagne. “Tell me about this place. How did your family happen to find out about it?”

  “My mother was from here.”

  “The inn?” Andy asked.

  Ae-Jong shook his head. “No, the neighboring area. I’ll take you there tomorrow. My father used to come up here a lot when they were courting.”

  “You mean you have other relatives around here?”

  “Maybe,” Ae-Jong replied.

  Andy put his glass aside. “This water is very therapeutic. My legs don’t hurt anymore from that climb up the mountain.”

  Ae-Jong laughed at him. “It was a small hill.” He swam in the onsen and then climbed out.

  Andy watched him as he washed under the outside shower. His young nubile body glistened under the spray. He dried off and put on his yukata. He looked absolutely beautiful in it.

  Andy stood. It was nearly six and dinner would be served shortly. He walked over to the shower and washed the salt from his skin. Ae-Jong handed him a bath towel. “Thanks.” He dried, donned his robe and followed Ae-Jong back into their suite. Their food had arrived and waited for them on the table.

  Ae-Jong went back out and got the tray of cheese and crackers, and both glasses. “We can eat this later.” He put the tray in the mini refrigerator and joined Andy at the table. They dined on rice and noodle dishes, and there was plenty of vegetables, both steamed and pickled. Dessert was jjinppang, fluffy steamed buns filled with sweet red beans. South Koreans didn’t normally serve dessert as part of a meal, but he had a feeling Ae-Jong had added this as a special request. Ae-Jong poured wine for both of them.

  “What’s it like to pilot your own jet?” Andy asked during dinner.

  “It’s pretty much like driving except you’re thirty thousand feet in the air. My cousins made sure I took lots of lessons before I was able to fly solo. They wouldn’t have encouraged me if they didn’t think I could do it.”

  “Maybe you can take me up for a ride one of these days.”

  “You wouldn’t be afraid to ride with me?”

  Andy shook his head. “No, you flying alone to Hong Kong and back means you know what you’re doing.”

  Ae-Jong sighed. “The sky is really beautiful at night. You should see it up here.”

  Andy couldn’t wait to see the stars after dinner. He and Ae-Jong finished eating, dressed and then went out for a walk. He was right, the stars looked close enough to touch. They decided to take a dip in the heated pool. The sight of Ae-Jong in his swimsuit was better than seeing the stars.

  Back in their suite later, Ae-Jong ordered more red wine to go along with the cheese and crackers. “You ever do it on a futon?”

  “It will probably be horrible for our knees,” Andy replied.

  “Not if we do it in the missionary position. Of course, we will have to look into each other’s eyes and kiss passionately.”

  “Which room?” Andy asked excitedly.

  “Mine?” Ae-Jong said. “It has mirrors.”

  “Huh?”

  Ae-Jong chuckled. “Don’t ask.”

  Andy didn’t understand. His room was kind of traditional with tatami mat floors. Ae-Jong had mirrors placed on the ceiling and the walls.

  “I thought you said this place is at least one hundred years old.”

  “It is, but the current owner has done some updating. It reminds me of a love hotel, you know something for everyone. This is the suite my father always requests. Now I see why.” He dropped his yukata and stood before Andy in a pair of sheer black briefs. “Can we do it without rubbers?”

  “Yeah. You like it that way?” Andy asked.

  “Yes. It feels more intimate. You know, natural.”

  “Do you have lube?”

  Ae-Jong nodded. “Tropical. It smells like coconut and pineapple.”

  The more he spoke, the harder Andy’s cock got. He took off his robe while Ae-Jong got the lube.

  Ae-Jong gasped when he turned around and saw him. “You poor thing. Don’t worry I will take care of that.” He pulled a sheet out of his bag and covered the futon.

  “What’s that for?”

  “We’re going to use lots of lube. Lay down. I need to prepare you.”

  “You’re going to top me?” Andy asked curiously.

  “Yes, but from the front.”

  Andy lay down on the futon, and Ae-Jong opened the lube, poured some into his palm and massaged it onto Andy’s dick. Then he stripped out of his briefs and straddled him. Andy helped him down.

  Ae-Jong moaned the minute Andy’s dick entered him. He began riding.

  Ae-Jong was right. The view was better in his room.

  “What are you watching?”

  “You,” Andy answered. “The sight of you riding me is terribly sexy.”

  “And you like watching me, do you?” Ae-Jong asked.

  “Very much,” Andy said. He palmed Ae-Jong’s hips and moved him up and down on his greasy shaft.

  “Yeah,” Ae-Jong said. “You have no idea how this feels.”

  “It feels pretty damn good from this end, too,” Andy assured him. He thrust deeper.

  Ae-Jong’s entire body trembled. “So close.”

  “Close? Already?”

  Ae-Jong opened his legs. “See.”

  Andy peeked. Ae-Jong was swollen with desire. Andy gently rolled him out of the saddle and onto his back. He spread Ae-Jong’s butt cheeks and entered him again.

  “Oh lordy,” Ae-Jong cried out as Andy started thrusting hard and deep to bring on Ae-Jong’s climax.

  Andy noticed him staring at the overhead mirror. He was watching Andy’s butt as it shook with each powerful thrust. He smiled. Ae-Jong was into guys with nice asses, too. Andy slowed for a moment and teased Ae-Jong by sliding in and out of him slowly.

  Ae-Jong put his attention back on him. His eyes twinkled like to brown stars. “I’m so close, Andrew.”

 
He’d gotten over trying to get Ae-Jong to call him Andy. “Are you? How bad do you want it?”

  “Very,” Ae-Jong answered. He rubbed his body against Andy’s to make him go faster.

  Andy stopped teasing him, kneed Ae-Jong’s legs further apart and then he thrust his cock in to the hilt.

  “Ah!” Ae-Jong came. Cum spurted like an erupting volcano.

  Andy never grew tired of seeing that. His own orgasm was begging for release. Andy rose over Ae-Jong after letting him recover a bit and then started screwing him again. He showed the little prince that he could make him come again before fully recovering from the first time.

  Ae-Jong looked quite surprised when it happened. “How did you do that?”

  “It’s a secret,” Andy said as his cock emptied into Ae-Jong’s nice, warm ass.

  “You didn’t withdraw?”

  “I’m sure Ra taught you how to handle this.”

  Ae-Jong nodded. His cheeks were stained pink with embarrassment.

  Andy slid his deflating cock out. “Your bathtub or mine?”

  “Mine,” Ae-Jong answered.

  Andy got to his feet. “I’ll fill the tub.”

  “Thanks,” Ae-Jong said.

  Andy smiled. Ae-Jong was now officially a bottom.

  Chapter Eleven

  Breakfast was served around eight the next morning. Because he was afraid that someone would recognize them, Andy decided to have room service brought to their suite, especially when he learned that they served American food. He was in the mood for a hearty breakfast. Along with acorn porridge, Andy ordered waffles with strawberries and scrambled eggs for both of them. He ordered tea for Ae-Jong and coffee for himself. Andy had everything set up on the table before Ae-Jong came out of his room. The jeans and T-shirt today still made him look like a typical Korean teenager. Andy was glad that he had brought along casual clothing, too.

  “Is that a model thing?” Ae-Jong asked.

  “What?”

  “Looking great in anything you wear?”

  “Thanks, but no. I don’t think so.”

  “Women are so going to be checking out your chest today.”

  “Yeah, but only you get to see it up close and personal. I’d let you touch it, but I’m afraid we won’t leave the suite.” He helped Ae-Jong into a seat.

  “I’m not a girl.”

  “I know that. I learned that in manager training.”

  “Someone taught you the difference between males and females at manager’s training?”

  “Luke, Adam, and Tory.”

  “What did they tell you?”

  “That even though your idol is beautiful and has a great ass, he is not a female. Even though your idol wears makeup and his eyebrows are on fleck, he is not a female. And even though they look better than most females, you know that your idol has a cock.”

  Ae-Jong tried to keep a straight face but burst out laughing.

  Andy laughed with him. “I’m gay, and I know the difference.” He kissed Ae-Jong. “You’re all male just the way I like you.”

  “You think I’m pretty?”

  Andy nodded. “Beautiful.”

  Ae-Jong seemed appeased. He lifted the cover off his plate. “Ooh, waffles. I love waffles.”

  And Andy loved him. Darn that Tory. The man was like a matchmaker. How did he know that things would work out between him and Ae-Jong? After breakfast, he and Ae-Jong donned their disguises and checked out of the inn. “Where to now?”

  “Over the hill,” Ae-Jong answered.

  Andy didn’t think he meant it until started walking away from the inn. They had to stop and rest after about an hour.

  “Why are you breathing so hard?” Ae-Jong asked Andy.

  “I haven’t had to climb a mountain for a long time.”

  “It’s just a hill,” Ae-Jong said.

  They continued to the top, and then they headed down. The scenery began to change. More homes and farms began to appear.

  Ae-Jong pulled out his cell phone and dialed up a number. “This is Ae-Jong. We are almost there.” He disconnected the call.

  “Someone is coming to meet us?” Andy asked as they walked.

  “Yes, I planned this date, remember,” Ae-Jong answered.

  A car came toward them several minutes later. It stopped, and the driver got out. “Ae-Jong. Why did you walk all this way?”

  “I needed the exercise.”

  He opened the back door. “This is Andrew. He is my manager slash boyfriend. Andrew, this is II-Sung Kae, a family friend.” He got climbed inside the automobile.

  “It is nice to meet you,” Andy said to the older man.

  “Ae-Jong described you as incredibly handsome and that you had a nice butt,” II-Sung said.

  Andy heard Ae-Jong chuckling from inside the car. He got in. II-Sung did, too, turned the car around and headed in the opposite direction than the inn. After traveling awhile, II-Sung turned off one road and traveled down a gravel one through the woods. A few minutes later a huge three-story building with a high brick fence surrounding it appeared. He also noticed the security towers surrounding the premises. “Where are we?” he asked after the car stopped for the security check.

  “It’s called the White Palace,” II-Sung replied.

  The guards looked at him and then Ae-Jong. He signaled someone in the tower. The gates opened and II-Sung drove through.

  Andy turned to look out of the window just in time to see the gates close behind them. He looked forward again. The place was simply beautiful with balconies on each level, steps leading from the veranda down to a paved sidewalk. They passed a fountain. The water would probably freeze as soon as winter set in. The lawns and trees looked well maintained. There were bushes and what appeared to be a flower garden. Other buildings encompassed the rest of the property. Andy would love to see the whole thing. It reminded him of something designed like a colonial home instead of an Asian palace. He wondered if the place had a pool. “Whose home is this?”

  “Mine,” Ae-Jong answered.

  “What?” Andy asked.

  “It was left to me by my mother,” Ae-Jong said as II-Sung parked.

  “Did you tell him?” II-Sung asked.

  “No,” Ae-Jong answered.

  “Why not?”

  “Because I didn’t want to frighten him off,” Ae-Jong replied as he got out.

  “Tell me what?” Andy asked as he and Ae-Jong got their luggage out of the trunk.

  “That Ae-Jong is the Master of the Land, the only grandchild of King Seok Lee and the only son of his daughter Princess Jooen Lee-Kim,” II-Sung explained.

  “What does that exactly mean?” Andy asked as they headed up the stairs.

  “It means that on his thirtieth birthday, Ae-Jong will become Korea’s only living king.”

  Andy looked over at Ae-Jong, and the singer just shrugged. That just left Ae-Jong six years to have the life he wanted as an R&B star. “Did you ever intend to tell me?” Andy asked him.

  “You’re here, aren’t you?” Ae-Jong said sarcastically. “If I didn’t want you to know I wouldn’t have brought you here.”

  They entered the front door after walking up the stairs. “Did you ever bring Edward here?”

  “No,” Ae-Jong answered. “He wasn’t found worthy.”

  “Of what?” Andy asked as they got out of their shoes. He was so glad he had on decent socks.

  * * * *

  The inside was just as impressive as the outside. It was smaller than the Imperial Palace, but every bit as impressive to a commoner like himself.

  II-Sung took them from the foyer, passed a formal living room and to the receiving room. Ae-Jong walked in and sat in one of the three thrones. He patted the seat next to him.

  Andy left his suitcase next to Ae-Jong’s and sat. “You haven’t answered me. What wasn’t my cousin worthy of?”

  “Of being the royal consort…my Prince Charming,” Ae-Jong answered.

  “In six years, if the two of you are still
together, you will become Prince Andrew Lee,” II-Sung answered.

  “What? Is that even legal here? I mean can two guys get married here in Korea?” Andy asked.

  “This is my domain, and I can do what I want,” Ae-Jong said arrogantly. “But let’s just hope this country gets a clue and joins everyone else in making homosexual relationships legal by then.”

  Andy gazed over at Ae-Jong. “What makes you think our relationship will last that long?”

  “You haven’t run yet,” II-Sung said. He chuckled. “I’ll take your things up to your room. Ae-Jong will show you around the rest of the place.”

  Ae-Jong stood, and Andy followed him. He watched Ae-Jong’s hips sway. He caught up with him. “King? He means queen, doesn’t he?”

  Ae-Jong punched him on the arm playfully. “Very funny.”

  The first room Ae-Jong took him to was the parlor. The walls had paintings of all the past rulers, both men and women, to include King Lee and his wife. There was also a portrait of Ae-Jong’s mother and one of him. “You have her smile.”

  “I think that is a good thing. Had I not resembled my father, I think no one would have believed he fathered me.”

  “Plenty of gay men have kids, Ae-Jong,” Andy reminded him. “How did they meet?”

  “Ah, so you figured him out. It was an arranged marriage. Both my maternal grandfather and Unc thought it would be a good idea,” Ae-Jong said as they walked down the hall to another room. This one appeared to be a conference room. It had huge windows that brought in a lot of light. It made the huge mahogany table and chairs shine.

  “Did they know that your father liked men?”

  Ae-Jong shrugged. “I think he liked my mother and tried to be a good husband, but then she died before he could mess up the situation.”

  “While we’re on the subject, are he and Ra lovers?”

  “Yes,” Ae-Jong answered. “I think he makes the perfect replacement mother even though he’s only a couple of months older than me.”

  “You know that’s kinky on so many levels,” Andy said as they stepped inside the huge grand ballroom.

  “Yes, but they are in love, and I wish only happiness for them.”

  Ae-Jong took him upstairs. “This is where the royal family lived.”