Page 18 of Sacred Virtues
“So, about the village. . .” Sean starts and I sigh.
“I said there is no village.”
“But could there be? I know a few of the other monks would like to settle somewhere quiet with you as our leader. We don’t need much, just a small cottage, and a garden to grow some fruits and vegetables. We can make our own community, even help build the cottages.”
I think on his words. Emmett has already ridden the boundaries, and between us we’ve reconfigured the map. It isn’t much different, but it does make sure the Brookes’s cottages are now outside the abbey grounds, and there is enough space for theinfirmary and several more cottages. Even a small garden for growing food. It’s an attractive thought. I could see myself there—a safe, stable, and quiet future.
“I can’t make any promises right now. Emmett has tried to buy us time, which will be tight enough already. If his plan fails, we’ll be out of time and won’t be able to do anything. Hopefully we’ll know more within a couple of days, and then I’ll consider it.” It’s the best I can offer and they know that I won’t make any false promises.
“Thank you, Father. We know you’ll make it work, and we’d be happy to follow you anywhere,” Francis says.
I only hope I can be worthy of their confidence.
The sky is startingto lighten when I hear the door to my room open. There’s a rustle of clothing being removed and then I feel Emmett slip into the bed beside me. His skin is cold and his hair is damp where he’s washed off the dust first. Even though it chills me, I want to warm him up, so I pull him close and wrap my arms around him, enjoying how he burrows his face into my neck.
“How did it go tonight?” I whisper into the darkness.
“Good, the infirmary is nearly ready. We’ve started on the first cottage. We still have a lot more stone to move, but I’ll do what I can until I have to leave.”
“Well done,” I murmur and hug him closer, wanting to spend every moment I can with him.
I don’t think this plan to steal abbey stone to start a small village a couple of miles down the lane would have happened without him. He did manage to gain us an extra couple of weeks to do what we can, but in doing so he’s been recalled to his uncle’s house. He’s been working hard at helping us, but we only have a couple of days left.
“You’re sighing,” he says, pulling his head away from where it was resting against my chest and looking at me.
“Am not,” I grumble.
“I can hear every breath you take.” He chuckles and I sigh, proving him right.
“I don’t want you to go.” I push back a lock of hair that has fallen into his eyes.
“I don’t want to go either. But I’ll find out what my uncle wants and I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
“You don’t know that. What if you’re sent elsewhere?” A cold dread pools in my belly at the thought of losing him forever.
“What? Like being sent to another monastery and meeting another handsome abbot to fall for?” The early morning light makes the teasing glint in his eyes shine like rare gemstones.
“And he wouldn’t be able to resist your beauty and charm.” I try to add levity but it comes out flat, and his smile fades.
“Theobald.” He places his hand on my chest over my heart. “I choose you. Can you not accept that God paved a way for me to find you and he will make sure we can be together? I will come back.”
“I don’t think God works like that,” I reply. “We do good deeds on this earthly plane so we might be rewarded in heaven.”
“Heaven can wait. I’m taking my rewards now.” Emmett smiles and trails his hand down my chest and across my belly until he reaches my cock. It twitches as he wraps his hand around it, already getting hard. He pulls away and reaches for the jar of salve. He coats his fingers and returns them, stroking me to full hardness. I want to feel him too, so I take the jar and dip my fingers in, and I rub salve along his dick as he shuffles closer until our hands are clashing with each other. I pull his hand off my cock.
“Come closer,” I encourage him, and he wriggles again until we’re lined up together. I place his hand back around both of us and then wrap my hand over his.
“Fuck that feels good,” he groans, as I move my hand and his up and down our lengths. The pressure is wonderful. He suddenly moans and starts thrusting his hips, his cock moving against mine adding extra friction. His hips buck and his eyes lose focus as he comes thoroughly undone. I kiss the long column of his neck.
“That’s it, my good little dove,” I breathe onto his skin as I feel his body tighten.
“I want to come, Father,” he gasps, and I tighten my hold on us both, speeding my hand up with a relentless rhythm.
“Tell me when, Father, please?” he whimpers. His need to be told, the trust he has in me, makes me almost lose control, and my back tingles as my balls tighten. But I want to see him come first.
“Come for me, my son. You’re a good boy. Come for me,” I croon, and he thrusts into our hands a couple more times before I feel him jerk and his warm release spills over my hand. It triggers my own orgasm and I cry out loudly as I spasm and add my cum to his. His eyes lock onto mine and he smiles triumphantly, with such joy that I have to lean forward and kiss his rosy lips.
I find a linen square that I’ve taken to keeping near the bed and clean us up before climbing back into bed. I curl around Emmett with his back to my chest. My cock is sated but still semi hard and I know it’ll be a while before I’ll be able to sleep, so I let it press lightly against Emmett’s arse. He seems to have the same thought I did as he twists back to look at me.
