Chapter 9
Earnest had to leave before Hugo realised he wasn’t good enough and threw him away again.
He’d fallen completely and utterly in love with Hugo.
.. The absolute bravery of the man as he stood there, trousers around his ankles, hand on that massive prick of his, and holding Earnest’s gaze as he stroked himself.
Earnest didn’t miss the way Hugo’s shoulders were tense and he trembled slightly.
His jaw was clenched so tight, Earnest wasn’t sure how Hugo hadn’t cracked a tooth.
And yet, he stood there, cock in hand, ready to banish the memory of his father’s actions.
“Sit in your father’s chair.” It was a risk, but if Hugo sat there, they could make a new memory for him. Earnest grabbed the oil and followed Hugo, who carefully sat himself in the old leather chair. The white sheet billowed around him and they both sneezed at the dust that floated up.
"This is horribly romantic.” He had to say something sarcastic—or he’d implode with feeling—because the sight of Hugo—naked and defiant—sitting in his father’s office chair with his dark skin against the white sheet was too glorious.
If he could paint, this is how he would paint Hugo.
Dark brown eyes wide and full lips parted, and his hand still wrapped around his massive cock.
Hugo didn’t respond to his silly comment about romance; they weren’t there for bloody romance; he just made an odd guttural noise in the back of his throat.
Earnest knelt between Hugo’s legs and looked up.
“You look like a God, or maybe an angel, surrounded by the white sheets of heaven.”
“Earnest.” The sexual tension as Hugo said his name took him right to the edge and he held his breath until he got himself under control.
It wouldn’t do to come before he’d even been fucked by this magnificent cock, by Hugo.
He took Hugo’s hand and placed it on Hugo’s thigh, and then he opened the bottle of oil, the cork making a little popping sound, and he dripped some onto Hugo’s prick.
He used one hand to stroke Hugo’s wonderful member, loving the strength of steel under his palm and the way he could pull all those delicious noises from Hugo.
Hugo’s head dropped backwards against the chair, his eyes fluttering shut, so Earnest took that moment to use his other hand to prepare himself.
It was easy. He was ready. So very ready.
“Hugo.”
Hugo opened his eyes. “Yes?”
“Are you ready?”
“Yes. I want you.” Hugo’s voice was breathless, rasping, and it caressed Earnest’s skin as if he’d been cradled in silk.
Earnest didn’t wait. He climbed onto Hugo’s lap and guided himself into place, sinking down slowly.
Hugo’s giant cock stretched him, and he was glad he had plenty of experience because this was the most magical moment of his life.
He’d joked about being impaled by Hugo, and here he was, slowly filling himself.
It was glorious. Hugo gripped his arms and his eyes couldn’t possibly get any wider.
“Earnest. By God.”
“Do you like this?” Earnest was so full that he could barely breathe.
And then his favourite part... As he slid down, Hugo’s cock brushed over the spot inside him that sent heat flaring everywhere.
He was aflame with desire and it kept intensifying until he was fully seated in Hugo’s lap.
Holy hell, his cock was so large, it was almost impossible.
The most wonderful, overwhelming, head-spinning, perfect fullness that Earnest had ever experienced.
It didn’t matter that he knew he’d have to leave.
At least he’d always have this moment, this awe-inspiring wonder, where his heart raced and his breath was hot, and his balls were so tight, it was incredible that he hadn’t come already.
“Earnest?” To hear Hugo say his name as a question made Earnest’s heart stutter some more. He didn’t think his chest could swell much more.
“Yes, my love?”
“This is good for you?”
He tried to smile. “Oh yes. You are so very good.”
“But you have sweat dripping down your temple.” Hugo brushed it away, and damn, Earnest’s heart was about to explode. He could cope with Hugo’s bravery, and Hugo’s incredible prick inside him, but he would die—actually die—if Hugo was going to be tender with him.
“Desire creates heat. Heat creates sweat. I bet if you thrust a little, I’d be slick with sweat.”
“Earnest.” Hugo cried out his name and then he moved, so gently that Earnest’s heart betrayed him again, skipping a beat.
He had gone beyond lust and infatuation and was definitely into the realm of love.
This time, much more than all the other times he’d thought himself in love, this time was real.
It was too much and not enough, and that’s how he knew.
He would, quite literally, die for Hugo.
He welcomed le petit mort with an urgency that should horrify him, but it was too good. Necessary.
“Harder.” He wanted to feel Hugo forever, to be branded with him, because inevitably one day Hugo would send him away.
He knew he was too much, too dramatic, not practical enough, and it would be his downfall.
But first, he would embrace his own nature and give Hugo the greatest fucking he’d ever known.
“Like this?” Hugo moved a little.
“No, like this.” Earnest shifted slightly to give his knees more traction and used his hands on Hugo’s chest for balance, and then he fucked himself on Hugo’s marvellous cock.
Up and down, over and over, until he was crying and groaning and calling out Hugo’s name, utterly insensible.
His eyes rolled back in his head, and he came so hard that he thought he truly had gone to heaven.
There were stars everywhere and Hugo looked like a damned angel come down to save him, especially now with his own seed splattered across Hugo’s chest and stomach.
And still he rode Hugo, harder and harder, until Hugo grabbed the back of his head and kissed him, pumping himself into Earnest with a shudder that rolled through them both.
Earnest collapsed onto Hugo’s torso and closed his eyes.
Even this was different. There was none of the awkward thanks and extractions and moving away.
They just lay there, plastered together with Hugo stroking Earnest’s back with his big hands, and mumbling something against his neck.
Earnest strained to hear it but he couldn’t make it out, and anyway, it didn’t matter.
Their breath synchronised as they rested together.
He wanted to stay here forever. And he couldn’t.
He pushed himself up and eased himself off, then used the sheet to wipe Hugo clean before wiping himself.
“Earnest. Thank you.”
He bowed. “I should be thanking you. That was the best fuck I’ve ever had.”
“Absolutely wonderful, Earnest. Thank you so very much.” Hugo’s cheeks were darker, flushed and his eyes shone with an intensity that Earnest couldn’t help but dread. Here it was, Hugo was going to send him away. Thanks for the fuck, you can go now. Just like last time.
“Perhaps we can do it again sometime. Maybe when you are in town next?” Earnest gathered up his clothes and put them on as he was walking away.
He had to get out of here before Hugo broke his heart.
It was already beginning to shatter into long shards, like when a glass window broke. Dangerous and unmendable.
“Earnest?”
He barely heard Hugo saying his name as he slammed the office door shut and started jogging down the hallway.
Everything ached. But he had to go. It was better this way.
It wasn’t until he was halfway down the driveway that he realised his feet were bare and his shirt buttons done up unevenly and .
.. well, this was the mess he deserved. He was going to feel every step of the long walk into Doncaster, until he could get on the mail coach back to London.
Back to the life he had created for himself, one where no one could throw him out or send him away.
A life without Hugo. He sobbed. What had he done?