Page 9 of An Earl's Bet
“Yes.In my private journals.”
“But someone might read them?”
Earnest snorted.“I don’t think there is much of an audience for them.”
“Why not?”
“His trousers hid the glory
Of a thick cock most ample
A mouth might stretch around it
And a cunt or ass should sample.”
Hugo didn’t get it.“Huh?”
“What about?I miss his thick hard length, I miss his rigid smile, I miss the way he spurts, long strings across me.I want his ...Never mind, these are terrible.I can’t make poetry this early in the morning.”
“I don’t understand.I thought this was from your journal?”
Earnest laughed, a loud barking noise.“No.I can’t remember any of those.They were probably sappy about broken hearts and the inability of mending myself.”
“You said you wrote about my ...”
“Oh, I did.Probably in very purple prose, waxing lyrical about the rigid display of manhood, stiff and glorious, leaking like ...no, with desire.Ohh and something like stretching your trousers tight with the raw length of masculinity, welcoming me, beckoning me...”
“Don’t stop.”Hugo wanted Earnest to keep talking.It didn’t even matter what he was saying, but the way he played with words, and the shimmer of joy dancing in his gaze as he made fun of himself was beautiful.Could he call a man beautiful?
“That was terrible.”Earnest kissed Hugo’s cheek.“Fun, but terrible.I speak so much nonsense before I’ve had breakfast.Someone should stop me.”
“Excuse me?”
“Kiss me.Stop me talking.Fill my mouth with yourself.Please.I can’t bear my own incompetence.”
Hugo gulped.He wanted but he also didn’t want Earnest to stop talking.There was something delightfully fun about it, something free, and he desperately wanted to be free.
“Earnest.You are not incompetent.”
“No?”
“You are ...infuriating, fun, free.”Everything he couldn’t be.
“If I annoy you enough, you could always kiss me to keep me quiet.”
But he didn’t want Earnest to be quiet.“Would you like a kiss?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”And then Earnest kissed him and he forgot about the rules or about his father, or anything he was worried about before, because kissing Earnest was more than any of that.Better than anything.For the first time in his life, Hugo didn’t want to get out of bed.