Page 20 of An Earl's Bet
“Do it.I bet nothing bad will happen.”Earnest’s grin radiated around him, pulling him over there, and before he could think too hard, he sat on his father’s desk.Ass on the surface, legs hanging over the side.Earnest laughed, leaning towards him and kissing his cheek.“Is that so bad?”
“No.”He wanted more kisses like that.“Logically I know he can’t hurt me anymore, but my stomach is sore and...”Before he could say more, Earnest placed one hand on his stomach and the churn turned instantly to heat.He shivered.“More, please.”
Earnest’s smile widened.“My pleasure.”And before Hugo could retort, something about mutual pleasure or his pleasure, Earnest straddled him and kissed him, frying his ability to speak or think.Earnest’s knees gripped Hugo’s hips and every thought was replaced with the need to remove all the fabric between them.He wanted his hard cock to touch Earnest’s, not this frustrating closeness with the barrier of their clothes between them.But Earnest was kissing him and one of them, maybe both of them, was moaning, and he didn’t want to stop the kiss so he could talk.Instead he leaned back on his elbows, and Earnest chased his mouth until they both collapsed on the desk.If he turned his head slightly, he’d be staring at his father’s sheet-covered chair, so he didn’t.He kept his gaze on Earnest’s amber brown sparkling eyes and poured all his worry and wonder into the kiss.Suddenly Earnest sat up.
“Shall we?”Earnest pulled a small bottle from the pocket on the inside of his jacket.The tiny brown bottle with a small cork in the top looked like it’d been designed for eau de toilette.
“Is that?”Hugo remembered that Earnest had mentioned oil would make it better for him.
“Yes.”
“But when did you get it?”
Earnest blushed a little.“This is my personal supply.I keep it in my jacket just in case.”
“And you didn’t think to mention this earlier?”
“Hugo, my precious Earl, you should hear the disdain in your question.Perhaps you ought to take great pride in the knowledge that I was so distracted by you that I forgot.”
His own cheeks bloomed with heat.“What nonsense you talk.”He wanted more.The very idea that his presence had Earnest unable to remember his own stash of oil was enough to help him forget that he was here in his father’s office.
“I am a poet.”
Except he couldn’t forget and he couldn’t suppress the shudder that made his shoulders shake.
“What’s the matter?”
“This place.It’s ...”
“Very boring?”
“Excuse me?”Boring was not how he would have described it.Tortuous, painful, scary.
“Oh come on, Hugo.This office looks like your father visited the offices of ten other Earls and made an exact replica.I bet even the books are precisely what anyone would expect an Earl to read.Homer, agricultural tomes, a few other Classics so he could pretend he was well read.Nothing interesting and most of them with the pages still uncut.”
Hugo glanced around the room, as if he was seeing it for the first time, and it did look like every other aristocratic office he’d ever been in.“I think the Duke of Ervington has that exact painting above his fireplace.”
“The exact one, or a similarly dull landscape?”
“No.I think that one exactly.”
“Oh this is too perfect.Don’t tell me your father had such little imagination that he copied the Duke of Ervington’s office right down to the paintings?Is this desk even original or just a replica?”
Hugo didn’t know, but something about the tone of Earnest’s voice made him want Earnest more than anything else in the world.He didn’t care about the stupid desk anymore or his mean father or the things he’d said or done to Hugo years ago.Hugo pushed Earnest off his body and Earnest squeaked.Then Hugo stood on the floor, stripped off his pants, and held his cock, stroking it once.
Earnest’s eyes widened and his mouth hung open.“Oh, Hugo.You are magnificent.”
“This?You want this?”He gave himself a lazy stroke and the sound Earnest made was decadent.He stood there to defy his father’s words—he was a molly, and damned if he wasn’t going to enjoy himself—and he lifted his chin and breathed in, filling his lungs with the slightly musty air.
“I thought you’d never ask.”Earnest slipped off the desk and tore off his clothes, tossing them away and making a mess of Hugo’s father’s office in a way that made his suck his breath in between his teeth, until he reminded himself—again—that his father was gone and nothing bad would happen.Something good might happen instead.