Part 7: Orlando opened his eyes slowly and blinked away the first sting of sunlight. He held up his hand and wondered since when the sun hit him in his bed. And then he realized… He was not in his bed. He was not in his room, either. His rooms did not have velvet drapes and mahogany cabinets…or four-poster beds with Lords sleeping on them! Orlando lurched up on the couch where he had slumbered and looked around him, making sure Lord Lee was still asleep. It was then that he realized he was naked. He looked down and saw his bared sex and had to hold in a yelp, reaching down to get the fallen blanket to cover himself. He looked around the room frantically for his clothes and stood, trying to not make a sound as he stumbled to put his clothes on, relieved when he pulled up his pants before his master woke. He had to get out of the room before anyone else came in and discovered him. He pulled his shirt on and hurried out of the room, buttoning it after he closed it, his jacket and tie slung over his arm. He hurried down the hall and down the stairs, crossing over to the servant’s wing as fast and as quietly as he could. He was moving so quickly that he did not see the figure of the older man behind him as he left Lord Lee’s room. The suave old man smoked an early morning cigarette as he occupied the hours of his insomnia. He smirked when he saw the semi-nude boy emerge from Christopher’s rooms. ‘Oh, Christopher…’ Ian thought. ‘You old dog…getting friendly with the help.” He took a moment to admire the boy’s quickly retreating buttocks as he hurried to the stairs. He would love to get friendly with the help if he could get with this tender morsel…He must congratulate Christopher when he wakes up. Ian took a deep puff of his cigarette and turned back to his rooms, not eager to be out when the whole house rose to greet the day. “Honestly Ian, I never touched him…you can be such a filthy old man. Whatever happened to your good breeding.” The two older men sat out in the gazebo, sheltered by the shade of the wooden roof and yet still able to enjoy the sun. They sat next to each other looking straight ahead at the fields and trees, each holding a sherry in his right hand, cigarette in the left; legs crossed left over right. “I am a dirty old man, and I have needs. Needs that you are not exactly fulfilling…” “Well what would you have me do, take advantage of a naked sleeping boy?” Christopher asked, taking a healthy sip of his sherry. “I would never take a partner that was unwilling. Besides, why would some perfect, beautiful angel…young man want with a haggard old grizzly like me?” “Honestly, did you even bother to ask if he wanted to be taken advantage of? Then you could have had wonderful, sinful relations with your beautiful servant and many wonderful, steamy stories to tell a fellow dirty old man in the morning…something interesting to talk about instead of bridge and how the cheese did not blend well with the after dinner sherry with Lady Smith. That is what I would have you do, yes.” Now it was Lord Ian’s turn to take a long sip of his sherry and a deep puff of his cigarette. “Well, I am deeply sorry to have disappointed you, Ian, but I did no more than admire his angelic form. If you like, I could go into specific detail as to the characteristics of his statuesque physique.” “If that is really all” Ian said with dramatic disappointment. “I could invite Lady Smith for a conversation of bridge and brie.” Ian sighed. “Let forth the details then.” He looked out to the field and listened to Christopher’s deep voice, pretending the innocent details from the aging artist’s mind were the sordid facts he had wanted to hear. He would have to look for a scandal elsewhere it seemed…Disappointing… “I like your house, Chris” Ian said idly, when Lee had finished recounting his details. “It has so much more sunlight than mine. Too many damn trees, I suppose. I think I’ll stay another two weeks, stay away from my wicked staff.” “You know I don’t give a damn, Ian. Stay the month if you like. I’ll just warn all of my young male staff not to run around partially clothed for a while.” “Now why would you want to do a thing like that? Seeing that young cherub leave your rooms this morning made my entire day. It almost made the insomnia worth having.” “If it meant that much to you, I could order him to sleep naked in my rooms every night.” Christopher said with a dry laugh, taking a look into his glass and sadly seeing that there was only one small little sip left, gave a small groan. He looked around for a sign of his valet. “Where is that boy?” he asked, picking up the bell he carried and waving it, making it chime. Out in the brushes, Orlando was being held up against a tree, trying to keep his cries quiet as he was soundly fucked by the grounds-man. He moaned and wrapped his legs tighter around Sean’s waist, clutching his shoulders. Sean kept his hands under the boy’s thighs to hold him up, and grunted as he rutted him. He thrust faster and harder according to the beauty’s breathy pleas. Orlando could faintly hear Lord Lee calling to him from the pavilion. He wrapped a hand tightly in Sean’s hair, and gave short cries as the man’s cock struck his prostate fiercely, bringing him to orgasm. The boy’s slender body rocked and trembled with the aftershock, and with a few more thrusts, Sean came as well. He leaned his head down into the crook of Orlando’s neck and breathed heavily, letting the pleasure wash over him. He kissed the sweet lips as Orlando did up his trousers and tucked his shirt in. Sean pulled him back again, but Orlando pushed off softly. “I have to go, love” he said gently, laughter in his voice. “His Lordship is calling for me.” “He can wait a moment,” Sean said, pulling the boy back against him. Orlando kissed him tenderly and then pushed him back. “I have to go, I will return to you as soon as I can, my love.” “Meet me in the shed tomorrow in the first hours of the morning. He can wake up together then.” “I shall” Orlando promised. He giggled as Sean gave him a playful slap on the rump and blew him a kiss before stepping out towards the pavilion to where his employer was waiting for him. He combed his fingers through his hair and hoped that his previous activities were not obvious. He knew that Lord Ian was there, and if anyone would be able to tell he had just been from a romp in the woods. He neared the pavilion and quickened his steps, clearing his throat when he was behind the two men to alert them to his presence. They both turned in unison and looked at the young man. They had such identical motions, he expected them to take a drink of sherry at the same time to acknowledge his presence. “Sorry to keep you waiting, sir. What may I do for you?” “Ah, Bloom. Our glasses are empty, and need replenishing. You know how Lord Ian and I are partial to sherry.” Lord Lee said, raising his glass to prove his point. Lord Ian gave Orlando a scandalous look and raised his own glass, but keeping it close so Orlando would have to lean over him to reach it. He thought the boy smelled wonderfully of sin. Ian leaned over to get a good look of backside as well, and he could hear Christopher’s scolding little noises but paid him no mind. “I’ll have a scotch, my boy. Two glasses of sherry before noon and one might say I am a man too partial to his liquor.” He offered Orlando an impish grin making the boy smile brightly. Lee looked at Orlando, slight concern gracing his aged face. “Did you get a chill last night, boy? You look a bit flushed in the face.” Orlando flushed deeper and looked down. “Oh…no my Lord…I…I…” “He’s just had too much sun is all” said Lord Ian with a wink. Orlando nodded his pretty head at this. “That is right, sir. I have been outside a lot this morning, I think the sun the just starting to get to me. I have the afternoon off, sir, I shall lie down then.” “Good. Just tell the Monaghan boy to bring the sherry and scotch, and I order you to go and lie down. If you are so affected by the morning sun, then there are other ailments which you may not be aware of yet.” He gave Orlando a pointed look and shooed him off with a wave of his hand. “Thank you sir” Orlando said, clasping his hands behind his back as he bowed and made his exit, not looking back for fear that the two men would see his little smile that he could not help but wear. He figured he was caught, but at least when he was gone, he would not have to hear the teases, or the most likely flirtations of the notorious Lord Ian. He hurried into the kitchen to find Dom, pouring the drinks himself first to make sure that Dom would not mix them up, and poured them in clear glasses so the color would be distinguishable. He saw Elijah and knew that Dom would be within three feet or less. Sure enough, Dom appeared in a second, like a puppy following Elijah’s footsteps. Orlando walked to him, having to touch him on the shoulder to attract his attentions off of Lij’s ass. He told Dom what to do, and before the other boy could protest he excused himself and left the room swiftly. He ran to the stairs and climbed them two at a time, eager to get to his small room and sleep. He opened his door and entered the empty room. All there was in the room was a bed and a dresser. He lay on the springy mattress, sighing deeply and thinking of Sean. He thought of his hands and how they felt against his skin. He thought of his green eyes and how they stared into his very core. He thought of his sex, and how it felt inside of him… Orlando rolled onto his stomach and clutched his pillow tight, giving a light cry into the downy sack. He closed his eyes and imagined the man’s lips on his, and his love’s strong hands caressing his slender body. Sean had asked him if he would meet him early the next morning, so he was glad to get this extra sleep during the day. He was delirious. He had no idea that love would feel like this, that he could ever be this happy. Who knew just a memory or thought of a person could bring so much joy. Orlando let the sweet images of his beloved lull him and soon he was taken by sleep, dreams promising him of events to come. Lord Lee sat back in bed and placed the book to the side in order to light his pipe for a before-bed smoke. Miss Dench constantly scolded him about that, saying that all that smoke could not possibly be good for him, and neither could the drink. Lord Lee often also cared to indulge himself in a little before-bed port. Good old Miss Dench, out to make sure everybody follows the rules. He and the old woman often went head to head, and though she often won on many issues, Lee’s pride would not let him admit it. He loved to play the old trickster and keep her on her toes. It gave them both a purpose almost. Though she would never admit it, he knew Old Dench liked the banter as much as he did. The two of them went far back in their acquaintance. She had worked for him for decades, and he was one of the only people who knew about her dead husband, Richard. She had covered up for him in the past when he was nearly caught on several occasions in his affairs with other young men. The Old woman was so used to looking after his well being, that there was little else she knew anymore. Lee felt a kind of love for her, and had shocked his lawyer when in his Will and Testament he had made the decision that if the old lady were still alive when he passed on, the she would receive his summer house by the sea that she had always loved. Lee chuckled at the thought of her and picked up his book again. A soft knock at the door surprised him, and he looked at the clock, reading the late hour and then realizing whom it must be. “Enter,” he said in a low voice. A voice that he thought made him sound like a mighty king, and used all in good fun to try and make the servants uneasy. The door opened and quickly closed again as soon as the person who had knocked was inside. The man turned to greet the old man, who smiled and put his book down. “Good evening, Sean.” He said, beckoning the man towards him. TBC… PLEASE REVIEW