Chapter Thirty
Patin
Patin got his first introduction to intimacies, as Jaq called them, when a woman at a bar dragged him outside and around the back of the building, lifted her skirt, and showed him where he was expected to put his dick, back when he was fifteen. Always big for his age, Patin was used to people thinking he was older than he was, and that first incident repeated itself with various partners of both sexes until he’d arrived at Monce and met Serron.
Serron was the one who taught him that intimacies didn’t have to be conducted fully clothed in a back alley, fast fumbles where both parties hoped they could finish before someone else noticed them. With Serron, Patin learned the joys of undressing, taking the time to explore a person, and learning their likes and dislikes. He had twelve years’ experience in doing that with Serron.
“The thing you have to remember about intimate times,” Patin said, after Jaq was settled against the headboard of the bed, his back supported by a pillow. He and Serron were still standing in the middle of the floor. “Intimate matters can take many forms.”
He slowly started undoing the buttons on Serron’s jacket. The man was watching him with a sexy half-grin, turned enough so that Jaq could see what was going on. “There are times,” Patin continued in a low voice, “when two bodies are overcome with want and need, and all they want to do is slam their bodies together, and that can work with two or three bodies, because we’re not forgetting you,” he added with a smile in Jaq’s direction.
“But there are other times, and this is something that Serron taught me, where we can just take our time and appreciate each sensual moment because it is a gift, as I know you’re already aware.”
Patin slid Serron’s jacket off his arms and casually chucked it toward the chair. “The thing is with royal personages, and I’m sure you’re aware of this, too, Jaq,” he said as he gently untucked Serron’s shirt from the waistband of his pants, “is that just being shown a body, being able to access a body, being able to touch that body, is something special. It’s not something that should ever be done lightly. It’s also really important to remember that touching of any kind is only ever done with the complete consent of the parties involved. To do otherwise is just a sacrilege to what can actually be a really beautiful moment.”
“Why do I think you’re just determined to tease me for Jaq’s benefit?” Serron asked with a quiet chuckle. “I didn’t realize you had such deep thoughts about the feelings we share. You know, there have been times when I’ve been perfectly happy with some of those rushed events myself."
Patin chuckled as he removed Serron’s shirt. “That is true. I’ve enjoyed those times too. But we have an audience this evening, and if we assume that Jaq hasn’t seen actions like ours before, then perhaps we shouldn’t want to spook the horse, or we may never get the chance to ride him.”
“Are you calling me a horse?” Jaq asked, although he was laughing too. He’d removed his jacket, shirt, and boots, sitting just in his undershirt and his pants. He also had his notebook on his lap, and a pencil in his hand. When Patin had asked him if he was genuinely going to take notes? Jaq had said that “no,” it was more for any questions he might want to ask later. “I don’t want to disturb what you’re going to do, when you’re actually doing it,” he said.
Coming from a more basic background, Patin always thought if he was watching two people get off on each other, he’d be more likely to have his cock in his hand than a pencil. But then Jaq was new to any form of intimacy. Just seeing them naked was probably going to be a shock in itself, or a pleasure, so Patin hoped.
“The thing that you need to know about Serron,” Patin said as he continued undressing his crown prince, “is that in a lot of ways he’s like a big cat - a house cat, not the tiger variety. He likes to stretch out, he likes to be pampered, he likes to be touched and appreciated because the royal family is really weird about things like that.
“I’m sure you see it in your own family, too,” he added to Jaq, “and I’m not meaning any disrespect, but just the idea of giving somebody a genuine full body hug, of seeing them unclothed, things like that are not done among royal or society people, whereas on the street people are lot more casual about their affections.”
“Does that make intimacies easier, do you think?" Jaq asked. “Oops, sorry, I wasn’t meant to be asking questions.”
“No, no, no,” Patin said. “That’s fine, we haven’t got to the good stuff yet. Although it won’t be long, I don’t think.” He glanced down. Serron’s pants were definitely tented, and he knew his pants were starting to cut off the blood circulation in his lower regions. Teasing the love of his life would do that.
“The thing to know about commoners as you would call them, they enjoy their life. They’re not hung up on rules and policies around if they should hug somebody or anything else. When Serron first taught me about the greeting policies – all that bowing to people of higher rank and air kissing between people of the same rank. It took me a long time to get my head around that. Normal everyday people don’t ever worry about the status of their neighbors – they just hug them or yell at them depending on their mood on the day.”
“Royal and society families have to uphold standards of respectability and responsibility,” Serron pointed at his pants. “Are you ever going to get the rest of my clothes off?”
“It was you that taught me we could take our time and enjoy the foreplay – build up the tension and our own connection.” Patin laughed. “Do you remember us back in the early days, we never had more than five minutes to spend together before you decided to employ me?” He laughed again because “employ” was a very loose term they had used for other people. Behind closed doors, his relationship with Serron had always been very different.
“We’re doing this for Jaq,” he added. “Appreciating a person’s body is an important part of deepening intimacy. Sex isn’t all about handling genitalia. It’s about being close to and sharing your body with someone you care about.” He quickly whipped off Serron’s undershirt, exposing his bare arms and chest.
“There is a lot of skin on the human body to enjoy.” Giving in to an impulse, because Patin couldn’t help himself, he nuzzled into Serron’s neck, kissing up the arch of the side of his neck through to underneath his ear.
Serron caught his head with his hands, twisting his head around so that they could feast on each other’s lips. And that’s what it was. It was a feast. Patin let his hands drift down Serron’s back, enjoying the play of muscles and the strength in the man and everything he meant to him.
“Darn it, you’ve still got your shirt on,” Serron grumbled when their lips pulled apart with a pop. “Come on, Patin, speed things up a bit. I’m appreciating the moment. I could appreciate it a lot more if you moved yourself.”
Serron was clearly impatient. He’d grabbed Patin’s shirt, whipping it over his head, and pinging a few buttons in the process. Then he grabbed Patin’s undershirt with the same energy and removed it, dropping it on the floor. “At least now, when our skin slaps together, we can feel it. You know how much I love the feel of your skin against my own,” he said, pulling Patin in for another kiss.
If Patin had to isolate one thing about Serron that he truly enjoyed, it was Serron’s mouth. The crown prince could do some wicked things with his lips and tongue - Patin never knew or cared where Serron learned to do the things he did. He appreciated that his lover of so many years knew what he was doing with those lips of his.
They were pressed together, Patin loving the feel of Serron’s skin under his fingers, and Serron’s hand on his back. It was so easy to get lost in the moment, Patin making sure his knees were locked so he could support their weight as Serron writhed against him. Clearly, Serron was feeling the same way as he pulled their lips apart with a gasp, saying, “We’ve got to get these pants off. I’m strangling myself here.”
Patin glanced over, making sure Jaq was still comfortable. He was jotting something down in his book. Looks like there’s going to be question time later, he thought with a grin.
Focusing on Serron’s pants, he undid the fastening quickly, and slid his hands underneath the material, easing the pants down Serron’s legs. Serron’s legs were slim but strong, and he teased as he let his fingers play on Serron’s outer thighs, before bending over, and tapping Serron’s ankles. Serron stepped out of his pants before Patin’s hands followed the same path up as he took down.
“Every time I see you naked, I’m struck by how gorgeous you are,” he said softly, his hands lingering on Serron’s hips. “How about you hop on the bed, and we’ll see where else this takes us.”
With a saucy flick of his hip, Serron turned and climbed up onto the bed, peering over at Jaq. “Are you still comfortable? Because if there’s anything here you don’t want to see, then that’s fine, we totally understand, you just need to tell us.”
“I’m fine, don’t mind me.” Jaq glanced up from his squiggles with a grin. “You just keep doing what you’re doing. I have to admit, I find this fascinating and, if it’s all right to say so, more than a little arousing.”
Pleased that Jaq was still comfortable enough to stay in the room, Patin quickly got rid of his pants. He was bigger than Serron in every way, and although the two men switched depending on the mood at the time, Patin didn’t think any penetration in their current instance would be a good idea.
They had all been teasing each other all over dinner, and even Jaq’s kiss in the library had been a very arousing experience. Patin was looking forward to the day when Jaq would feel comfortable enough to be naked with them, too, but he was happy to wait. Every person deserved the right to take their own time with things, and Patin had always respected that more than anything else.
Naked, he climbed onto the bed, crawling in between Serron’s legs and resting his body weight on his hands, and leaned down to kiss Serron again. It didn’t take long to forget that Jaq was even in the room as Serron pulled him down so their bodies were flush.
Sensations Patin would never take for granted - the feel of Serron’s body against his, the way their cocks lined up together like a matching pair, squashed between their abs. Patin hooked his leg over Serron’s to keep them pressed together all the more strongly as his urges got stronger.
Serron wasn’t helping him to control those urges. Hot lips pressed against his neck and chin, strong fingers fisted through Patin’s hair before stroking down his neck to his shoulders. As Patin rolled them, Serron was stroking down his back, all the while matching Patin in keeping their bodies joined, their movements getting more frantic with each sweep of their hands.
Patin was hit all over again about the gift Serron gave him so freely. After twelve years, Patin would and could still marvel at how Serron shared his passion, a sensation made doubly special knowing that Serron felt the same way about him.
Harsh panting filled the air along with groans from both men. It had been more than a few days since they’d indulged in anything intimate. There had been a rush wedding and reception to arrange and then the worry and upset over Jaq getting abducted or almost being taken that same night.
Then, with having Jaq in their bed, neither Patin nor Serron felt it was fair on Jaq to do anything more than indulge in the light kisses that royal spouses shared in public – a brush of lips on the hair, or a kiss to the cheek. But now, Serron’s and Patin’s mouths were locked together, and their hands were gripping skin that just longed to be touched.
It would be easy to say that their twelve-year history was why they enjoyed their synchronicity, but Patin remembered being in tune with Serron from the start. He nipped along Serron’s neck and gently sucked the end of his earlobe, knowing that was one of Serron’s hot spots, and sure enough, he’d barely closed his lips over that sweet piece of skin when he felt the warm splodge of Serron’s spunk against his abs, and that pushed him over the edge.
Panting heavily Patin hung on to his husband as his orgasm swept through his body, leaving a wave of delicious endorphins behind.
“You always make me feel so good.” Serron’s voice had that husky edge that let Patin know he’d had a good time. But then his husband turned his head to look at Jaq. “Are you okay?”
Jaq was watching them intently, his notepad discarded on the bedside table, his face bright red and his eyes sparkling. “I think I’m close to making a mess in my pants,” he admitted in a low voice.
Taking a chance, Patin rolled off Serron’s body and said, “Come and lay here between us for a minute. Let us help you get naked, if you don’t mind, that is.”
“I think naked might be preferable. I’m feeling very hot right now.” Jaq knee-walked over Serron’s body and settled down in the space that Patin indicated. “I’m still not sure what I’m meant to do, though. You were beautiful together, but I’m still not sure.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Patin said, as Serron eased Jaq’s undershirt off, using it to wipe the spunk off his body, and handing it to Patin so he could do a quick cleanup of his own. “Let us take care of you this time.”
They curled around him, Serron and Patin both, soothing him with soft touches and gently kissing every inch of newly revealed skin they could reach. Jaq’s hips shot up as his pants were removed, his hard cock bobbing on his abs. He looked so primed, Patin was sure if he just blew a whisper of breath across Jaq’s cock head, the man would orgasm.
It was with that thought in mind Patin bent his head down, timing his movements as Serron moved up Jaq’s body. As Serron’s lips touched Jaq’s, Patin took Jaq’s cock in his mouth, sliding his lips down the length. Jaq’s hips thrust up and then his body froze, and he murmured, or that may have been a shout, but Serron was still kissing him. Patin swallowed a substantial mouthful before sitting up with a grin as he wiped over his facial hair.
“You, you!” Jaq was stuttering to get his words out when Serron let his mouth go. “I didn’t see you do that to each other.”
“It’s like Patin said.” Serron kissed Jaq’s cheek on one side while Patin kissed him on the other. “Intimacy can take many forms, and so long as it’s fun for all concerned, there’s nothing wrong with that. Just remember, if there’s anything you see or that we do that you don’t enjoy, just say so. Same if there is anything you want to try.”
“I’ll make a list,” Jaq said. “Tomorrow. I’ll make a list tomorrow. Is it nap time now?”
“It’s bedtime,” Patin said. He tossed Jaq’s dirty undershirt on the floor and pulled the covers up over them, hiding them from any possible view, not that anybody would come into their room. “How did it go for your first time?”
He glanced over at Serron when Jaq didn’t answer. “I think we wore him out,” Serron said with a quiet chuckle, leaning over Jaq’s body so he and Patin could share another kiss. “Thank you, my love. Thank you for making this easy. Thank you for making it fun.”
“You make it easy to do,” Patin said, keeping his voice low. “You and Jaq both. I find I really care about him. Do you mind?"
Serron shook his head. “I really care about him, too. I wonder if he’ll ever see the threads between us and him, or if he can only ever see the threads on other people?”
“I see them,” Jaq murmured, his eyes still closed. “The threads between me and you two aren’t as strong as yours yet, but they will be. I noticed them in the library, and that’s when I knew it was time to get naked. Now shush, I’ve got to get some sleep.”
Settling down to sleep, Patin smiled. If Jaq was seeing the threads, it meant that Jaq cared about him and Serron, too.
“Hey, take a look at this,” Serron whispered. Looking over Patin could see Serron was holding up Jaq’s notebook. “I was looking to see what questions he had for us.”
There were no questions listed. All Jaq had written was, it’s all in the way they love each other.
Underneath the words was a brief sketch showing just Patin and Serron’s heads as if they were going in for a kiss. The lines were vague, but Jaq had managed to capture their likeness perfectly.
It was the pose that held Patin’s attention, the way the drawn men were looking at each other. He could see the intensity of their gazes and their love coming out of the page. “He’s not wrong,” Patin said softly. “I hope he sees the same in us when we look at him.”
“If he doesn’t now, he soon will.” And that sounded like a promise as Serron put the book back on the nightstand.