Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
I t turns out, there was nothing for Theo to fear. Brooks Manor was just as calm and solidly built as its owner.
The lot at the end of the street was surrounded by trees and Theo had spotted a lake in the distance when he went to check the view at the window. He hadn’t heard a honk or a car door slam since they arrived and he was looking forward to disturbing the peace and rocking Dewey’s tranquil, tidy world.
“I bought this tie the last time I was in London.” He loosened it as he advanced on Dewey, planning a thorough, yet gentle, attack. He’d allow Dewey time to explore and play, but Theo was in the mood for something spicier than sun dried tomatoes and awful pasta. “It’s a Holderson Original.”
“I love it,” Dewey said, winding it around his hand and raising it to his lips. He brushed them against the silk, inhaling loudly as he followed the thin strip to Theo's jaw. “And I love the way you smell. You always smell like heaven, Theo.”
“Ford’s Beau de Jour. I…borrowed it from Teo, but I think it smells better on me.”
Dewey nodded as he kissed Theo’s neck. “It drives me nuts every time I smell it.”
“I’ll wear it every day.” Theo sifted his fingers through Dewey’s hair, encouraging him to let go and go wild. He grabbed Theo’s coat by the lapels and attempted to strip it off of him but it barely shifted. “Einen Moment.” Theo sighed at the tediousness. “This takes a bit of practice, when a coat is cut so close,” he explained and rolled his shoulders as he lifted the coat up and off so it would slide down his arms. He caught it by the collar and tossed it at the dresser.
“Wow! You even move like James Bond. Or a prince,” Dewey said with an eye roll. “If we had met a few hundred years earlier, you’d still be a prince and I’d probably be a peasant,” he said as he circled Theo, tracing seams and pleats and examining the mother-of-pearl buttons on the front of his shirt.
“That’s silly, but you wouldn’t be a peasant. Maybe something noble and sexy… Like a blacksmith!”
“A blacksmith?” Dewey looked dubious as he raised Theo’s hand for a closer look at the cufflink. “How much did these cost?” he asked, making Theo wince.
“About as much as new plumbing and a resurfaced parking lot,” he said sheepishly and Dewey dropped his wrist, glaring at Theo.
“I don’t even own cufflinks. My shirts have basic-ass buttons, because I’m just a blacksmith.” he said flatly. “Every time I start to get my head around…us, you remind me of how ridiculous all of this is. Why the hell would a prince want a blacksmith?”
“Bist du bescheuert?” Theo spluttered incredulously at him. “Blacksmiths were vital in a world before cars and technology! Weapons, horseshoes, tools, armor… That’s so much more useful than a royal and far more respected by the common man, I’d say.”
Dewey grunted thoughtfully. “Maybe…”
“Ja! I like this fantasy,” Theo insisted. “I would have noticed you, working in your forge and I would find any excuse to ride by on my horse at least once a day. I might even be concerned about one of his shoes and stop in one evening…”
“I’d have to be strong to be a blacksmith.” Dewey’s mouth twisted into a grimace as he considered, then shook his head. “I’d still be a peasant.”
Theo gave his chest a swat. “Stop that! You can imagine yourself as a peasant but you can’t pretend you don’t have myasthenia gravis? I refuse to imagine you as a peasant and you’re strong in a hundred other ways, even if your arms or legs are being difficult.”
A grin twitched beneath Dewey’s mustache. “Being difficult? That’s a nicer way to put it,” he said and Theo shrugged.
“Sometimes, you’re incredibly strong. Much stronger than me. Other times, your arms or legs decide to be difficult and then, you are not as strong. That’s why you need me,” he said simply.
“I do.” Dewey nodded, capturing Theo’s cheek. “Theo, I lo—” His jaw stuck and Dewey’s eyes flared as his neck and ears turned red.
Theo kissed him, humming softly. “I think I lo— you too, but we can save the rest for later. It’s already been a big weekend,” he suggested.
“You always know,” Dewey said and kissed Theo tenderly. Gratefully. “Because you always care and you’re always thinking about what other people need. That’s what Matteo meant when he said that you were the boss. I thought he was picking on you when he said you didn’t work, but I think he meant that you always know what the people you care about need. And it’s not work for you, it’s just what you do,” he added, causing Theo to draw back.
“When did you talk to Matteo and your first assumption was probably correct. He knows I can be a wee bit… Ein Faulpelz.”
“What’s a Faulpelz?” Dewey asked, making Theo smirk.
“It means lazy fur or fluff. It’s a kinder way of calling someone lazy auf Deutsch.”
“Ah.” Dewey shook his head. “I still wouldn’t consider you a ein Fuzpuz.”
“No, the ‘ein’ is your ‘a’ and it is Faulpelz. But, thank you!” Theo pressed a firm kiss to his lips. “When did Matteo tell you I was lazy?”
“It was the day I answered your phone. While you were rinsing the Microban out of your eyes.”
“Ach so!” Theo laughed dismissively. “He cannot decide if I am being held for ransom or if I have joined a cult. Either way, I’ve done it all to spite Teo,” he said facetiously.
“Um…” Dewey set Theo away from him. “You two should clear that up before I’m charged with something,” he said, causing Theo to laugh even harder.
“Quatsch! He is always so dramatic. Although…” Theo paused and winced. “Leo’s butler was recently arrested.”
“What?”
“It had nothing to do with us, but it seems he was a con man and involved in a murder. You’ll be fine. You’re a blacksmith,” Theo reminded him. “A big bear of a blacksmith who’s just about to head home, after a long day at the forge.”
“You’re really into this,” Dewey noted.
“You’re not?”
Dewey nodded. “I am. Just can tell that you’re really into it. What brings you by the forge, Your Highness?” he said and Theo cringed, not enjoying that bit of immersion.
“Technically, it would be ‘Your Imperial and Royal Highness,’ but that’s fine.”
Dewey frowned, looking confused. “What’s the difference?”
“Naja…” Theo’s cheeks puffed and his eyes crossed because he was about to bore himself to tears. “I’m not a British royal, I’m a Habsburg and our titles are extra…etepetete.”
“Fussy,” Dewey chuckled as he raised Theo’s hand and kissed his knuckles. “Wait. Why do we have to meet here at my forge? Why can’t it be in your castle?”
“Why would a blacksmith be in my castle?” Theo asked and shook his head. “That wouldn’t make much sense.”
“Dunno.” Dewey shrugged. “You’re the prince, aren’t you? Who’s going to tell you no?”
Theo’s face twisted. “I don’t want to be a tyrant, though. Or gross...” He had a feeling that Dewey was being difficult, but paused to recalibrate the scenario. “I am very obsessed with my horse and it’s after hours so you’re making a house call. Because I’m a…caring prince.”
“That’s still going to cost you extra,” Dewey said, causing Theo to throw up his hands as he grew exasperated.
“Do you want to have sex?”
“Are we bartering now, Your Imperial and Royal Highness?” Dewey asked with a wink, pulling Theo to him. “I owe you, after all the shit you and Keith have put me through.”
“That is a fair point.” Theo slid the vest off and it joined his coat on the dresser. He loosened the knot, but allowed Dewey to pull his tie free. It fell to the floor and Dewey groaned as his hands spanned Theo’s chest and dragged to his waist.
“Do the buttons for me? I’m too nervous and my fingers are too achy and clumsy.” He looked embarrassed as a shaking hand trailed along Theo’s belt.
“Heast!” He cupped Dewey’s jaw, raising it so he would see Theo’s face. “When you tell me, it makes me feel so proud because you are trusting me. That is very sexy, Brooks.” He guided Dewey’s hand lower, to his hard-on, and Theo hummed as he widened his eyes. “I am going slow for your sake,” he whispered.
“Christ, the way you make me want you!” Dewey swore as his mouth crushed Theo’s for a desperate, starving kiss. Theo laughed as they fell back onto the bed and rolled them so he was on top and went to work on their belts and flies. “I’ve done…stuff to myself, but I’m scared I’ll chicken out!” Dewey admitted shakily, but Theo clicked his teeth as he fell forward, bracing his hand next to Dewey’s shoulder.
“Trust me: you won’t,” he promised, then shimmied out of his trousers and briefs and kicked them away. He pressed a kiss to Dewey’s lips before sliding down his body.
Dewey rose on his elbows, thanking Theo and obediently lifting his hips when prompted. “How do you know?”
“Moment mal…” Theo had to scoot off the bed and it took a few good yanks to get Dewey out of his jeans and boxers. But Theo was ready as he dusted off his hands, taking stock of the feast before him. “Remember: I always know. And I know what I’m doing with this,” Theo said as he pointed at his mouth, then gave his cock a loose stroke. “And this.”
“I’ve noticed,” Dewey said, nodding jerkily and smothering a whimper when Theo bit the inside of his knee. “You’re good at everything.”
“Because I’ve tried everything,” Theo boasted as he spread Dewey’s thighs and lowered into position between them. “This is like coming home,” he said, growling softly as he dragged his lips through the hair on Dewey’s thigh and nuzzling his sac. He licked and Dewey’s back bowed off the bed.
“Fuck!” he gasped and Theo chuckled in agreement.
“You are in the hands of a connoisseur, Brooks. I’m about to open you up and make you sing like a violin.” He paused and lifted his head. “Condoms and lube?”
“Here!” Dewey swatted blindly at the bedside table to his right until he found the knob. He grabbed a box of condoms and lube and dropped them on the bed.
“Danke,” Theo whispered, swirling his lips around the end of Dewey’s shaft. He gave it a greedy lick, moaning loudly when he was rewarded with a slick burst of pre-cum. “Danke sehr!” He opened wide, taking Dewey deep into his throat and pumping his shaft.
It wasn’t long before Dewey was writhing and begging, his legs kicking and his heels digging into the mattress as Theo licked and sucked to his heart’s content. “Holy fuck!” Dewey’s head lolled on the pillows and his hips bucked off the mattress with every slide of Theo’s lips. “You’re so, so good!”
That was Theo’s cue to move on to phase 2: Dewey’s backside. He eased Dewey onto his stomach and pushed his left knee toward his elbow. Theo crooned softly as he dragged his lips back and forth along the cleft of Dewey’s ass, giving him a moment to adjust and relax.
“Do you remember why you enjoy doing this to me?” Theo asked him, earning a rapid nod from Dewey. “Think about that and tell me,” he urged.
Dewey hissed and arched when Theo’s tongue swept along the inside of a cheek. “You’re so sweet and soft and you make the most beautiful sounds. It’s like I’m setting all of you on fire, just by licking you down there.”
“Exactly. Now, it’s your turn to burn, Brooks.” He lapped and sucked on Dewey’s puckered flesh, proud of how good and wet he already was. Theo had drooled all over Dewey’s cock and balls and he was a mess! Theo spit on Dewey’s hole, getting it even wetter before drilling with his tongue. “Lecker!” he declared, flicking and sucking at the soft skin as Dewey panted and gasped.
“Oh, fucking God! Theo! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fucking God, Theo!”
“Mmmhmm… Onto your back, bitte!” Theo didn’t want Dewey putting any unnecessary weight on his limbs or straining any muscles. He licked and nibbled his way back into the cleft of Dewey’s ass. “How about this?” he asked, tracing Dewey’s hole with the pad of his finger. He nudged gently and Dewey nodded.
“Please!” It was weak and gravelly as Dewey tugged at his shaft frantically with stiff, trembling hands.
“Let me.” Theo kissed them out of the way as he slid the end of a finger past the tight ring of Dewey’s ass. He wrapped his lips around Dewey’s cock and sucked hard as he slowly stroked back and forth.
“Theo!” Dewey’s hands wrapped around Theo’s head and he began to sing. “Oh, God! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Theo!”
It was music to Theo’s ears and it wasn’t long before he had eased two fingers into Dewey. He twisted his hand as it sawed back and forth, winding Dewey tighter and tighter until he was sweating and frantic. Theo thought Dewey was beautiful, with his thick, tattooed arms and wide, furry chest that glistened as it heaved.
“Fucking God, Theo! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!”
Theo gave the head of Dewey’s cock one last parting suck, then rose onto his knees and reached for the condoms and the lube. “Do you think you might be ready?” he asked, quickly sheathing and coating his length, then settling over Dewey.
“Now. Please, Theo. Now.”
The teasing smile faded from Theo’s face as he slowly slid into gripping heat. But once again, Theo was more attuned to Dewey’s body and his reactions and was more concerned with his pleasure. The tingling heat coiling in Theo’s core was second to the goosebumps that spilled down Dewey’s arms and his strangled swears as he thrashed and begged for more.
Theo wasn’t about to let Dewey down. He dug in with his knees and bucked his hips as hard as he could, grinding against Dewey’s ass with each brutal thrust. Nothing had ever felt this deep, this dirty, and this right as Theo drove them closer and closer to the edge.
He was able to get his hand between them and around Dewey’s cock and all it took was a few strokes. Theo swallowed Dewey’s shredded cry, sucking on his tongue as they tumbled into bliss together. Bright, hot pleasure erupted in Theo’s core as he came, twitching and chanting Dewey’s name as he filled the condom.
“Mein Gott!” Theo laughed breathlessly as he eased out of Dewey and crashed onto his side. “That was… I have no words in German, Italian, or English.”
“Heaven.” Dewey rolled so he was facing Theo. He slid his opened palm under Theo’s, sighing contentedly as their bodies cooled. “It was just heaven, Theo. I’ve never felt anything as good as feeling you…there.”
Theo curled his hand around Dewey’s and laughed softly as he stared at them. “We have a funny word auf Deutsch: Zweisamkeit.”
“Zweisamkeit?”
“Einsamkeit means loneliness. Solitude. Ein is one. Like in English, there isn’t a word that is really the opposite of loneliness. But Zwei is two and if we double the Einsamkeit to Zweisamkeit, we have harmonious, loving togetherness. This ,” Theo said as he nodded at their hands.
“Hmm…” Dewey was still and quiet for several moments, then sniffed hard. “Thank you for telling me about that while I was lying down.”