Leaning forward he kissed the plump lips that had so recently pleasured his organ. The heady scent of his own emission made his nostrils flare. He sought and found Bernard's prick, erect and pulsing. He swallowed any protests Bernard had planned by the simple expedient of slipping his tongue into the waiting cavern of his mouth and devoured it. Sucking Bernard's tongue, he stroked the prick in his palm, cupped the man's buttocks through his trousers and urged him closer. His touch slid higher, then shoved down the loosed trousers into the waist of Bernard's small clothes, burrowing until he touched skin.

Bernard whimpered into his mouth, but made no move to pull away, and Gavin stroked the smooth skin softly for a few moments, gentling any sense of panic that might have arisen. The lean muscles flowed smoothly and he gently eased down until he cupped a naked curve of buttock and stroked the man's cock with the other hand.

Bernard twisted and moaned, head tossing, golden curls becoming a tangled mess as sweat beaded on his forehead and dampened his skin and hair. Avidly, Gavin continued his blatant seduction, stealing every response he could, crowing over every one of them.

At last, the young man trembled, his body tightened, Gavin pulled away from the kiss to stare down the length of his body. "Yes" he urged, "Yes, come for me. Give me your release."

A shocked little cry issued from perfect pink lips, and then the tension melted from the slim figure in a burst of creamy seed. Gavin milked the prick of every drop of release, slicking the sensitized organ with the semen as it spurted forth. Bernard collapsed against him panting softly.

"You're very wicked, my lord." He ventured at last.

"You might have known that by the place in which we met." He chuckled, rubbing Bernard's back soothingly as he allowed a finger to slip between the cheeks of the man's ass

At that Bernard finally made some movement of protest. "I don't—"

"Your tutor never?" Gavin asked gently.

"It was the curate." Bernard flushed charmingly. "He did...but it hurt so, and I cannot bear it again."

"I can make sure it does not hurt a bit, my dear."

"I don't want..."

"You want to pay your debt, don't you? Or shall I apply to your father in person for the money?" It was cruel, he knew it, but he persevered. Hoping to make Bernard more comfortable, he removed his hand from beneath the linen smalls and rubbed little circles in the tender dip at the base of his spine instead.

"No! He'll force me to return to the country."

He quite understood that rusticating would be a horrid fate for any lively young man. "Which would not be at all to your liking, I understand that entirely. I'll tell you what. We don't have to, but your debt would be paid off much quicker if you allowed me to bugger you."

"I thought this would pay my debt?"

Laughing, Gavin tipped the shorter man's face up so he could meet his eyes. "What? You think that was worth two thousand pounds? You place quite a high value upon your person!"

The flush that had charmed him turned to a deep blush. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that the most skilled courtesan in the King's court doesn't command that price for a French kiss. No, this is just the start. If you will allow me only these liberties, it will take you a full forty nights to fulfill your debt."

Bernard jerked in dismay. Gavin pulled him back, let his finger dip down again to rub over the puckered opening. "But if you allow me further liberties with your person, it would be fully half as many days."

A fearful frown pulled the corners of that delicious mouth down.

Gavin forestalled the imminent refusal by rudely speaking over Bernard. "How about a small wager on it? I'll wager you that you will enjoy this act with me very much, as opposed to your cloddish curate."

Golden curls slid over the linen shirt and shoulder of the jacket the man had yet to discard as he shook his head.

Appreciating the debauched picture they must present, pricks out, clothing present yet askew, Gavin continued, ignoring that negative. "If you do not, then our debt is cancelled."

Ah. That lure attached the young man's interest. "That hardly seems logical my lord. I can promise you already that I will not like it."

"And I am quite confident that with me you will. Confident enough to clear your debt if you don't, but if you do..."

"I won't."

"But if you do, then you will owe me the forty nights and full liberties. Double or nothing. Come, the terms are quite favorable. I stand to lose two thousand pounds. You lose nothing, and might gain much enjoyment. If you are so certain that you will not enjoy the act, then you are assured of winning the wager."

He waited, impatient for acquiescence.

"Yes, I agree to your terms."

Elated, Gavin stole another kiss, allowing his hands to wander back down to the firm backside. He stroked and massaged the firm muscled buttocks, feeding the attraction between them with kisses and caresses until once more they were erect and ready for another bout. Shifting, reluctant to release Bernard, he moved them until Bernard rested against the smooth cool mahogany of the desk.

Gasping for breath, he leaned back, thrusting their pricks together. Capturing the organs in a rough grasp, he stroked briskly, watching them slide against each other, enjoying the way his dark curls caught and clung to the fine gold curls at Bernard's groin. Glistening drops of fluid seeped from the slit of Bernard's cock, and Gavin swiped his thumb through it, using it to slick his touch until his palm glided with ease over the taut flesh.

Soon his lover arched and twisted, thrusting into his grip, panting with effort. Judging the moment to be right, Gavin released them and turned Bernard.

"Brace yourself on the desk." He murmured, guiding the slim figure into position. Bernard glanced back at him over his shoulder wariness in his eyes.

"I..."

Gavin pushed his shirt up and inched his trousers down, then urged Bernard's thighs apart. "No fear, I'm not a cloddish curate, I know what I'm about. You can trust me, you know."

He pressed his slick cock into the exposed channel, squeezed the tight buttocks close around it and thrust a few times, sighing as blissful pleasure coursed through him. Humping up close, he reached around Bernard and began working his prick as well. When the tense figure relaxed a bit, Gavin brushed his hair aside and mouthed his neck, between cravat and ear, licking up until he could nibble and suck on the lobe.

A squeak of surprise was followed by a low moan of pleasure as the tell tale fluid began to smooth the path of his hand once more. In short order, Bernard was once again ripe and urgent in his grip, pushing into his palm, riding the length of his cock in that crease.

Deftly, Gavin reached between them to bring the tip of his now slick cock to bear upon the puckered hole. Bernard seemed so lost in passion that he was at first unaware of the change in direction. Gavin pressed his way gently forward, shuddering, holding himself ruthlessly in check as he felt the tight flesh quiver and then give way slightly. Keeping a smooth, steady inward pressure, Gavin continued his caresses, skillfully leading Bernard closer to culmination.

The involuntarily clenching and quivering of his muscles aided Gavin's invasion as much as Bernard's jerky movements in response to his rising passion.

"Ah!"

He froze at Bernard's soft cry. "Are you all right?" His cock swelled in its tight prison of flesh and he bit back a groan, quelling the urge to thrust.

"You...you're inside me."

"Yes, I told you I meant to be."

"It didn't hurt..." The wonder in his voice underscored his innocence, and Gavin felt a niggle of guilt and no small amount of pride.

Thrusting forward slightly, he felt Bernard quiver beneath him. "No, it burns a bit, stretches you, but it shouldn't actually hurt. Your curate was a fool."

"He was, wasn't he? Do that again."

Chuckling at the arrogant command, Gavin retreated slightly then surged forward again. Bernard moaned appreciatively. "Touch yourself." Gavin whispered, releasing his grip on the man's prick to clutch at his hips.

"I'm not going to help you make me lose this wager!"

"Insolent pup. You've already conceded defeat." Gavin thrust smoothly again, adjusting his angle to find the man's pleasure gland. Bernard bucked into him with a shout.

"What?"

"That, my dear one, is the reason this particular vice is so popular on the continent. Come now, you can admit that I've won this wager of ours, can't you?" He kept up a steady pace, bumping into then rubbing over that little knot of nerves with each stroke.

"I haven't spent," Bernard pointed out logically between panted breaths and strangled moans. "And am not likely to, no matter how delightful this vice, without a touch upon my prick."

The rippling channel clutched at him, sweat dripped from his brow to sting his eyes, but the naïve challenge fired his resolve, and Gavin tamped down his own rising desire to spend. He'd bring the whelp to pleasure and make him eat those words first. "Hold on to the desk. I'll show you just what is possible without a touch."

Bernard obeyed, clutching the desk in a white knuckled grip. Gavin stooped over him, closing his hands over Bernard's, driving forward until his prick was buried completely in the tight ass. Bernard wriggled, and Gavin groaned at the unwitting caress. Bernard learned quickly, as he stilled, and then repeated his movement. Gavin tightened his grip on the lean hips, holding him still. "No. You...don't."

Boldly, the young man glanced back again over his shoulder. Sweat dampened golden hair clung to his brow, his lips were swollen and gleaming. He was a picture of debauched innocence, and just the sight of the fire in his eyes was enough to push Gavin into motion.

"Ungh. How about..."

Reaching forward, Gavin traced the plump lower lip. Bernard nipped his finger with shiny teeth, and then licked it in remorse for the sting of pain. "Sh..." Gavin muttered.

"A new wager?" Bernard panted.

Chuckling, Gavin increased his pace, forging forward, pausing, then withdrawing only to slide home again. "Now you think you're going to set new terms, now that you know you'll have to concede. You're enjoying this, we both know it. You don't want to renege on this wager."

"No, I don't. But...if you spend first...then I get to do this to you at some point during those forty nights."

Exhaling hotly, Gavin surged forward again, stilling as the lithe form beneath him stiffened, clamping down around his prick. Bernard released his grip on the desk and bit into his palm, muffling a cry as his body convulsed and once again the air was doused with the rich scent of seed and sweat. His ass clenched, tightening and milking Gavin's prick mercilessly in his release. Throwing his head back, Gavin gritted his teeth and bore the increased sensation for a few moments before surging into motion again, plunging deep and holding still as his prick swelled.

Release was imminent, the unbearable pleasure built higher still. His ballocks drew tight and hard. His chest burned with the effort of drawing breath, his thighs ached with the tension. Jerking, he froze, thrust again, felt the ball of tension burst and sweep through him in a buzz of ecstasy. Limbs trembling, he shoved forward into the moist passage and held still, shooting burst after burst of seed deep into his lover's body. Bernard quivered again beneath him, around him.

Slowly recovering his breath he became aware of Bernard's restless movements, and withdrew from the warm haven of his lover's body. Reluctantly he let his hands fall to his sides and stepped back, giving Bernard space to stand, to retreat from the intimacy if he so desired.

Silently, he adjusted his own clothing, then wiped the sweat from his brow with a handkerchief. He watched Bernard right his garments from the corner of his eye, but the tension of waiting grew to be too much and spinning about, he crossed the room to a small console table. "Would you like that port now?"

"Whiskey." Bernard's voice was slightly raspy but he seemed fully confident now, no longer hesitant.

Pouring two tumblers well over half full, Gavin took stock of the situation. Guilt, a faint dissatisfaction threatened to steal his pleasure in the act, in the moment. "Bernard," He began only to be cut off by astonishment as warm lips pressed to the side of his neck, just under his ear. His pulse beat in response, his body relaxed just a bit. This was not the act of a resentful man.

"My lord, I must confess something and I do hope that it will not change things between us."

Nearly sagging with relief, Gavin turned and passed one of the tumblers of golden amber liquid to Bernard. "This sounds quite serious. Please, won't you sit?" He waved to two upholstered arm chairs in front of an unlit fireplace.

Bernard accepted the glass and took a sip before seating himself facing Gavin. Gavin opted to lean against the mantle in what he hoped was an elegant, relaxed pose. Only he knew the fear that eased a pike of ice down his spine, the chill that encased his heart. His actions this afternoon had been foolhardy, risky. Was Bernard about to turn the blackmail tables upon him?

"My Lord, I..." Another faint blush brightened pale creamy cheeks. "This is difficult. Please, don't think ill of me." The young man reached into his jacket and held out a packet.

"What's this?" Gavin stared at the white paper wrapped bundle with suspicion.

"Two thousand pounds in payment of my debt from last night." Bernard waved the packet again, urging it on Gavin.

Setting his tumbler on the mantle beside the ticking clock, Gavin accepted the packet. He stared at the blushing man in disbelief. "I am afraid I do not understand. Why did you..." He trailed off in confusion, not sure how to ask what he wanted to know.

"I said I have to confess, and I do. I felt something between us last night, a connection, and an attraction. Call it what you will. I could see in your speculative glance that you wanted me, and... I apologize most sincerely for my game. It seemed a harmless enough ploy to lose a few pounds to you in order to bring us together like this."

"You knew what I had planned?" He weighed the packet in his hand, unable to tear his gaze away from suddenly pleading blue eyes. A weight of sorts seemed lifted from his shoulders, but he had no desire to examine the cause of it more closely. It sounded like blackmail and exposure were far from young Bernard's mind, and Gavin found he harbored hope that their liaison might prosper after all.

"I did not. I thought that in the privacy of the meeting, after the debt was paid, we might...find common ground. I very much enjoyed the little game, it added a certain spice, and...I don't mind such things as a rule. It excites me, you see, to be controlled thus."

"Does it now? So you were playacting with me the whole time?" He wanted to resent the manipulation, but found he could not. Bernard had served him a dose of his own medicine with his little trick, but if it allowed them to continue without the taint of money changing hands, then Gavin would not cavil at it. "What now, Bernard?"

Hesitation showed in the tilt of the golden head, in the way the blue gaze skittered away to stare intently into the flameless fireplace at the cold grate. "I hope, my lord, that we can enjoy as many nights, be it forty, twenty, or a hundred, of one another's company as are mutually satisfactory. If it meets with your approval that is."

Satisfaction and an unexpected surge of amusement, possibly even a minor affection, warmed his breast. "I believe I would enjoy furthering our acquaintance on those terms, sir. Tell me, do you enjoy the theater?"

The atmosphere between them grew expectant, Bernard abandoned his determined contemplation of the iron grate and met Gavin's gaze steadily. "I haven't yet attended the theater. I've only just arrived in London a few days past, and haven't had the opportunity to attend. With you," he continued, smiling seductively, "I'm certain I'd enjoy the experience."

"I can guarantee that you will, you scoundrel. This Friday night? I have a private box. We'll make an intimate little party and have supper afterwards."

"My Lord, I place myself entirely at your disposal. I trust you to see to our entertainment."

The ticking clock on the mantle seemed to draw the young man's attention. "I must take my leave of you. I have an appointment with my tailor. Let us hope he doesn't propose some obscure method of payment as well." Having launched that artful jibe, Bernard placed his glass on the marble topped table near his chair and rose. "I will see you at the theater on Friday evening, my lord."

Left sputtering over the thought of Bernard making payment in kind to his tailor, it occurred to Gavin that he had a fine tale indeed for Marcus. Perhaps, in time, Marcus and Bernard might enjoy meeting as well, he mused.