Chapter 17
D espite his bold talk, Dominick wasn’t actually sure he could do any of the things he wanted to do to Alfie with his coat on, at least not without tearing every seam. From the way Alfie was looking down at him with his eyebrows raised and his lips pursed in amusement, the little devil knew it too. Still, a challenge was a challenge and he’d do far worse to knock that smug look off Alfie's face.
Although considering he was currently sitting between Alfie’s legs, there was at least one very obvious thing he could do.
He rolled up onto his knees and shouldered Alfie’s legs further apart, making room for himself between them. He took a moment to run his hands over Alfie’s thighs, enjoying the feel of lean muscle beneath his buckskins, then went straight for the buttons on his fall.
Above him, Alfie sighed dramatically.
Dominick paused, only a single button undone. “Is something wrong?”
“No, no,” said Alfie, before sighing again. “It’s just that, well, I suppose I was expecting something more… creative?”
Dominick looked up at him in disbelief. “You’re saying you don’t want me to suck your prick?”
Alfie gave a shrug of his shoulders that conveyed how put-upon he was by all this and how very brave he was for continuing to endure, but his eyes sparkled with mischief.
“I suppose that’s fine. It’s just, there was that wager we were about to make on the crag. Something about me begging for your… Well, it doesn’t matter anyway. We were interrupted before we shook on it, so really, I can’t expect you to abide by your word.”
Interrupted by a rockfall that was meant to kill us. But apparently now that the danger had passed, Alfie had greater concerns. Like being an absolute menace.
Dominick growled and grabbed Alfie’s cravat. Alfie looked far too pleased with himself at this turn of events, so Dominick used the fabric to yank him down and kiss the expression off his face. He had to raise himself higher on his knees to get a better angle, because menace or not, there were few joys in the world greater than kissing Alfie.
His lover draped his arms over Dominick’s shoulders, proving he’d gotten Dominick exactly where he wanted him. Dominick nipped his lip in punishment, but that only made Alfie bolder, snaking his tongue into Dominick’s mouth. He lapped at the roof of his mouth, a feeling that always made Dominick bristle even as it sent all his blood rushing straight to his cock.
But the point of this had been to make Alfie less smug, not more, so Dominick pushed back, taking control of the kiss as Alfie melted against him. As it was no longer needed to hold Alfie in place, Dominick released the cravat and put his hands either side of Alfie’s hips to steady them both. As soon as he put any weight on them though, there was a long wheezing noise, like the fart of an old dog.
Dominick pulled back in surprise. Alfie looked equally startled.
“Excuse you,” said Dominick.
“Excuse yourself,” Alfie snapped. “That wasn’t me. It was the chair.”
To prove this, he bounced slightly and the chamber horse made an even more comical noise.
Dominick snickered, and couldn’t resist pushing down on the seat himself, delighting when it made the noise again.
“If you’re done amusing yourself,” said Alfie, who’d gone distinctly pink, “I believe you had a wager to lose?”
He lifted one of Dominick’s hands from the seat and placed it directly over his cock. Even through the buckskins, Dominick could feel how hard he was already just from a little flirting and kissing. His own cock throbbed in sympathy, aching to be released.
Instead of freeing Alfie immediately, however, he traced the outline of his cock through the material, watching Alfie’s face all the while. His eyes had gone very dark and that pleased mouth parted in a soft “o” as his breaths came more quickly.
He looked like the lordling that had followed Dominick into that alley last year, too brave and too artless for his own good. But that Alfie would never have done anything as brazen as putting Dominick’s hand exactly where he wanted it. Such boldness should be rewarded.
Dominick returned his attention to Alfie’s buttons. Needing both hands, he lifted the other from the seat. At the removal of his weight, the chamber horse rose several inches, the sound it made this time high-pitched and almost apologetic.
Dominick laughed loudly and after looking annoyed Alfie did as well. When they began to quiet down, Alfie bounced again and the noise started another round of laughter.
“I can’t, love,” Dominick said at last. “If it makes that sound while I’m on you, I’m going to choke.”
“You’d better find an alternative then,” Alfie said, grinning all the while. “Promises were made.”
Dominick glanced around the room. In the dim light, most of the exercising equipment looked like mediaeval torture devices, which was probably a little more “creative” than Alfie was looking for. At least without discussing it first.
“Come on. The mats will have to do.”
He got Alfie to his feet and helped him limp over to the large span of mats that had been placed on the floor so Dominick could practise sparring without worrying about injury if he knocked his opponent to the ground.
“I need to get you on these more often.”
Alfie grinned. “I thought that was what you intended to do now?”
“To work on your fighting, you lecher. I need a sparring partner, you need to practise fighting without your cane, and it will give us another excuse to be in here. Besides, isn’t boxing meant to be a gentleman’s sport? Be a gentleman.”
“I’ll be a gentleman later,” Alfie said, as they lowered him down onto the mat. “After you make me beg for your cock.”
He lay sprawled at Dominick’s feet, leaning back on his elbows and looking like temptation itself. Aside from his bare feet, he was still fully dressed and this position made it very clear that the brief interruption hadn’t lessened his desire.
Dominick fell to his knees, sending up a small cloud of dust. He crawled up the length of Alfie’s body, feeling the heat rising from him, but being careful not to touch. He stopped with their lips a hair’s-breadth apart. This close he couldn’t see Alfie properly, but he could feel his shivering need as he exhaled.
“There’s only one problem,” Dominick whispered.
“Oh?” It sounded less like a question and more an invitation. Alfie brushed their lips together as he spoke.
“No oil in here.”
That took the wind from Alfie’s sails. He craned his head back, peering around Dominick into the dark corners of the room as if a bottle might magically appear.
“We could try—”
Dominick shook his head. “Absolutely not.” Spit was enough for a finger or perhaps two, but even with the most extensive preparation, more than that was uncomfortable, and he wasn’t going to subject Alfie to it just because of a bet. Besides, he was limping enough already.
Alfie looked disappointed, then brightened. “At least that means I win the wager.”
Dominick tucked his face into Alfie’s neck, enjoying both the scent of him and the way it made him shiver.
“No,” he said, kissing the underside of Alfie’s jaw, then setting his teeth lightly against it, feeling the scrape of stubble as Alfie swallowed. “I’ll still make you beg for my cock. It just means that no matter how much you want it, you won’t get it.”
He pushed Alfie down onto the mat. Alfie let out a whoosh of breath as he landed, but Dominick didn’t have time to watch what effect his words had on him, already shuffling back to attack Alfie’s fall with renewed vigour.
The buttons parted eagerly and within moments Alfie’s cock sprang free. If Alfie had been temptation before, he was absolutely obscene now. He’d seen Alfie naked gloriously often, but to have him like this, nearly fully clothed and aching for attention, was irresistible.
If Dominick was a poet, he might be able to wax on about the contrast of Alfie’s bare self against the fineness of his fancy clothes, or the way the silky head of his prick brushed against the real silk of his waistcoat. But instead all he knew was that the sight made his mouth water.
He didn’t waste a moment more and swallowed Alfie down.
Alfie muffled a shout into his sleeve as Dominick worked. He’d been holding off too long for any finesse, swallowing around Alfie’s cock, holding it in his throat as long as he could before the need to breathe became too much.
Alfie jerked and thrashed, so beautifully responsive to every touch. When Dominick released him, his cock fell back against his belly with a wet thwap that was both deliciously loud in the quiet of the room and likely to stain the fine linen of his shirt.
Dominick licked his lips, enjoying the taste of Alfie’s pre-spend—salty and faintly bitter. Alfie keened into his coat sleeve, a muffled noise that sounded suspiciously like Dominick’s name.
“I think you’re cheating, love,” Dominick said, before tracing the vein that ran along the underside of Alfie’s prick with his tongue. It was a beautiful prick, long and lean as Alfie himself and just as irresistible. “How will I know you’re begging if I can’t hear you?”
Alfie swallowed. “You’ll know if you do it right. Don’t forget you have to leave your coat on.”
Dominick grinned. His coat was the least of his worries. He took Alfie in again, hearing another muffled shout from above, but he didn’t go quite as deep this time, licking and sucking around the head and using his hands where he couldn’t comfortably reach. He was drooling, and he began to feel a familiar soreness in his jaw, but it was worth it to feel the wetness—his and Alfie’s both—running down the length of Alfie’s cock to pool in the dark auburn curls below.
Blindly, he unfastened the remaining buttons at Alfie’s waist and yanked the buckskins down his legs. He had to stop to untangle them from around Alfie’s knees, but he finally got a single leg free, and that was all he needed. Alfie spread his legs, canting his hips up in obvious invitation.
At the sight of him, Dominick suddenly realised that he was painfully hard, his cock straining against the tight confines of his own buckskins.
“Let me see.”
Alfie’s voice was hoarse, but when Dominick replied, his wasn’t any better. “Ask nicely.”
Alfie shook his head, and Dominick hadn’t really thought it would be that easy, but he couldn’t bear it any longer. Unfastening his own fall, he gasped when his cock was freed, the cold air of the room against his hot skin making him shiver. And if he felt that way, how must Alfie feel with Dominick’s spit rapidly cooling on him? Best to warm him back up.
“Nick, Nick, Nick!” Alfie groaned as Dominick got his mouth on him again. One of his hands tangled in Dominick’s hair while the other scrabbled for purchase on the mat, finding none.
Holding Alfie’s hips down with one hand, Dominick took his bollocks in the other, rolling and gently tugging them in his palm.
“Plea—” Alfie whined, cutting himself off by biting his lip before he could complete the word.
Good, but not quite good enough. Dominick released his bollocks, and after running a finger though the mess of spit, traced even lower, pressing it against Alfie’s entrance and just holding it there, not breaching him, but not moving either.
“Ohhhhh.” Alfie gave a heavy sigh, but didn’t say any more.
With his lips still wrapped around Alfie’s cock, Dominick couldn’t see his face well, but from the tremors running through his legs, Alfie wasn’t far from climax and still no begging. With that in mind, Dominick pressed his finger in slowly.
Without oil, there was more resistance, and he pulled out again after barely more than an inch, collecting more spit before pressing further. He repeated that time and time again until he could get his entire finger in, stroking Alfie’s inner walls in time with his sucking.
Alfie was rolling his hips and pushing down on Dominick’s head, trying to get even more of him. Dominick’s own woefully unattended cock bobbed in the air as he worked his hips, shuddering every time Alfie muffled an especially indecent moan into his sleeve.
He was about to give up and accept that Alfie won the wager just so they could both come, when he heard the faintest, “Please.”
Alfie’s prick fell from his lips with an obscene pop . “What?”
“Please, Nick.” Alfie begged, the sound of it almost enough to make Dominick spend completely untouched.
“Please what?”
Dominick might be about to go out of his mind with lust, but he wasn’t going to let Alfie cheat and say later that he hadn’t actually lost because he hadn’t said all the words.
From the fierce blaze in Alfie’s eyes, he’d been hoping to do exactly that. “Fuck. Please, Nick. I want—I want your cock.”
Dominick grinned. The satisfaction of victory was nothing compared to the satisfaction of a needy Alfie begging for him. How fortunate he had both.
He pushed his finger in a little further. With a single finger, he couldn’t quite reach that spot inside that drove Alfie wild, but it was still enough to make him throw his head back against the mat and swear.
“Fuck! Please! ”
“I told you before, no matter how much you beg, you can’t have it.” Dominick was going to make sure that was changed first thing tomorrow. He’d be stocking the gymnasium with oil himself. If anyone found the bottles, he’d claim it was for rubbing down muscles or some such.
“Yes, I can,” Alfie said. “Get up here.”
Alfie rolled over on his side, and it took a moment before Dominick understood what he meant.
“Oh Christ,” he said, and wasted no time in shuffling around, lying down on his side, facing Alfie. In this new position, they were mirrored top-to-toe. Alfie’s prick was still within reach of his mouth, but now his prick was also in reach of Alfie’s mouth.
“Finally,” Alfie muttered, before taking Dominick in.
Alfie couldn’t go as deep as he could, but that hardly mattered as Dominick’s neglected cock was engulfed in tight, sucking heat.
Now it was Dominick who was muffling his shouts into his sleeve, before realising there was a better way to silence himself right in front of his face.
Every lick, every suck, that Alfie did to him he did right back, a wheel of pleasure turning through them both, ratcheting them both higher as they went. It was unspeakably good, and he knew neither of them could last much longer.
Then he felt one of Alfie’s spit-slick fingers press against his entrance.
That was all it took. He groaned around Alfie’s cock as he pumped his hips, filling Alfie’s mouth as he came, and came, and came.
Either that or the vibration of his groans was enough to set Alfie off as well. Before Dominick could catch his breath, his mouth was filling with hot fluid, the taste of Alfie overwhelming him. He swallowed as much as he could, but there was still some on his lips when he wiped his face with a shaking hand.
He rolled onto his back, panting up at the ceiling he couldn’t quite see.
“You win,” croaked Alfie at last.
Dominick licked his lips, tasting him. “What’s my prize?”
“My God, don’t you think you just had it?”
The leg beside Dominick’s head twitched. It was the one that still partially had the buckskins wrapped around it, so he heaved himself up to start untangling them.
“I kept my coat on too.”
Alfie groaned. He was bare from the waist down and wonderfully dishevelled from the waist up. “Yes, you must think you’re very clever. Mine, however, may need to be burned.”
Dominick finished untangling the buckskins and tugged them back up Alfie’s legs. He found one of Alfie’s discarded socks and wiped them both off before re-fastening their falls to make them at least somewhat decent. Then he collapsed down next to Alfie, their shoulders bumping.
“I suppose we should see about getting that tray sent up,” he said at last. “Supper must be over by now.”
Alfie groaned again. “Even if it isn’t, I’m afraid we’ve put off our responsibilities long enough. Help me get straightened up. We need to inform Gil he has a Samhain party to plan.”