Chapter Thirteen #3
Wes didn’t know what he’d thought life at the Aviary would be like, but he hadn’t planned for Doctor Monroe.
Monroe was rumored to be a sadist in private, but he had the heart of a mother hen.
He forced them to take breaks for tea when Delauney started to lose track of time or when Wes started drumming his pens on the table.
He took them for walks, abruptly stopped their studies to drag some poor poet over for a recital, and even plopped a bewildered kitten down on a library table once and ordered them to watch it for an hour.
“You did well tonight,” Monroe said. He clicked his tongue as Giovanni tried to walk past him, and Giovanni slowed obediently, stopping to wait for him by the door frame.
“Tomorrow, we’re attending a lecture by a mathematician from the Sisters.
I’ll have lunch in my bag—the skinflint doesn’t bother feeding his students, unfortunately. Be at the Alberta Lecture Hall at ten.”
Monroe waited for them to leave the observatory before he locked the doors. Wes looked up at the domed, polished roof, where the world’s most sophisticated telescope waited for him. It gleamed in the starlight, inviting and already familiar.
“Sleep well, boys,” Monroe said. He reached up to tug something under Giovanni’s tunic as they left, eliciting a faint squeak from the submissive.
“We don’t have to sleep, though,” Delauney said, leading Wes down a path toward their small cottage at the edge of campus. They’d acquired it together, since Wes had insisted on using part of his pension, but Delauney had paid for most of the furniture and the enormous closet of clothes. “Do we?”
“I certainly wasn’t planning on it,” Wes said.
Delauney grinned.
One of the best things about Gerakia, other than the lack of an aristocracy and the observatory, was Copper Street.
Most towns had one. They were like pleasure districts, but instead of courtesans living in brothels or signing contracts with one, they simply worked on Copper Street for an evening before returning to their homes.
There were also several places for men like Wes and Delauney, who weren’t interested in earning coin.
They entered Copper Street a few hours later, slipping past a set of metal rings in a wall where a man was being bound by the wrists.
There were buildings for more discreet visitors, but Wes headed straight for a series of platforms in the middle of the street.
A woman was already on one of them, crying out as another woman pumped three fingers in her ass.
The platform next to her was empty, and Delauney hopped onto it before someone else could claim it.
He started unbuttoning his shirt as Wes approached, watching him with heat in his bright eyes.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” Wes said.
He pulled off his own shirt, climbing onto the platform.
He kissed Delauney as he started undoing his trousers, and Delauney gratefully helped him, a blush spreading over his pale skin.
Someone whistled, and Delauney answered by tugging Wes’ trousers down to his knees.
“It looks like there are two submissives on display tonight,” a dom said. Wes shivered as a shadow passed over the platform, their first observer stopping to watch. When he finally stripped off Delauney’s trousers, someone actually gasped.
“Oh, they love you,” Wes said. He could feel Delauney’s resulting shiver of want. He moved down Delauney’s body as he lay on his back on the platform, and when he finally stretched his lips around Delauney’s cock, a small crowd had gathered.
Wes slowly worked his way down the length of Delauney’s cock as their audience grew.
People weren’t discouraged from touching people on the platforms, but they were generally there for display.
That left Delauney and Wes to their own devices, tonight.
Delauney let out a shivery gasp as Wes worked him over with his mouth and fingers, choking slightly as Delauney’s cock bumped the back of his throat.
The people behind him made helpful suggestions as Wes worked Delauney to his peak, throat constricting around Delauney’s cock.
He reached down to take himself in hand as he felt Delauney’s thighs tense.
Delauney came with a shout, and when Wes drew off his cock at last, Delauney gestured for him to move closer so he could kiss him properly.
They kissed slowly, writhing together under the eyes of the crowd.
Spurred on by their hungry gazes, Wes rolled onto his back, letting Delauney climb over him, cheeks flushed with heat.
He was fully under by the time Delauney sheathed his hardening cock into him.
Wes flicked his fingers over Delauney’s chest, watching his blush spread as Delauney thrust his thick cock inside him, stretching him deliciously.
Finally, Delauney slumped over Wes, kissing him softly, fervently, as he spent himself with a breathless cry.
“Fuck, I love you,” Wes said, kissing him back just as softly. He held Delauney’s face in both hands, savoring his kisses, his touch, the warmth of his body.
“I love you more than the stars,” Delauney said. Even under, even with his face flushed with desire and his chest heaving for breath, Wes could see the echo of the stars in Delauney’s eyes.
Wes drew Delauney closer, kissing his temple. “I know,” he said, staring up at the sky above them, where starlight glimmered beyond the glow of the street lamps. “So do I.”
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The End.