This story is a continuation from my other story "The Experiment" so if you want to find out how Francis got transported back to 1828 that's where to look. Arthur Hindley Kirkland is a romantic hero from the past.
Smut warning - well its sexy anyway.. enjoy.
Francis looked out over the surrounding hills and fields of the Kirkland mansion. He had transported himself through time for the love of his Englishman, and now lived with Lord Arthur Hindley Kirkland, and his 7-year-old son in the year 1828. He was like a second father to the young boy and treated as Hindley's spouse. There was an understanding by the servants in the household of the status of Francis to their Master. It was not spoken of in such days and if anyone were to ask the servants would state that Monsieur Bonnefoy was young Arthur's French tutor, but under the surface, everyone knew that there was more going on.
He was waiting for Hindley to return from his conference with other members of the world elite. Francis didn't attend these gatherings because there was his 1828 counterpart and it would be awkward if they clashed. They felt it best that Francis stayed apart from it. Soon he spied him approaching the mansion, on his horse Bess. He was at the top of the nearby hill, under a tree. Bess reared up as Hindley looked down on his mansion. Francis' felt his heart fluttering, as he did every time Hindley came home. He'd prepared a meal and made sure everything was perfect, after all it would not do for him to come home to nothing. Thankfully these meetings were only two or three times a year, and this time Hindley had been away for almost a month. It was torture without him there, but Francis waited faithfully for his return. Letters arrived from him every other day, and that kept him going. He placed his hand upon his chest as if in some vain attempt to stop his heart from beating far too fast as he watched him ride into the courtyard and dismount, handing the horse to the stable boy.
"Hindley!" He called, his face flushed with excitement, walking out to greet him. Lord Kirkland smiled fondly at his lover and although people might be watching, and he was aware of this, as Francis approached, he took his hand in both of his and kissed his fingers. The Frenchman gazed into kind green eyes as Hindley kissed his fingers.
"I have missed you my love." He said softly. "Let us get away from prying eyes… there is so much I have to tell you."
"I have prepared a meal especially for you mon amour." Francis replied. "I gave the cook the afternoon off, and the servants are in their quarters." He said as he grasped Hindley's hand, and they walked into the mansion. As soon as they got in the front door however, knowing there was no one around, Hindley wasted no time. He turned and kissed Francis fully on the lips then cupped his cheek in his gloved hand before kissing him deeply, and passionately. Francis responded with equal passion, wrapping his arms around Hindley's waist and pulling him so close.
"Oh… you have missed me haven't you Mon Cher?" Francis gasped, hardly able to breathe from so much kissing.
"It is a shame you can't come with me to the conferences. Your counterpart is nowhere near as accommodating as you… and nobody knows our secret… " He said continuing to kiss him.
"Oh… before we get too carried away… I made you a meal." Francis said, chuckling a little.
"Ah but I have everything I need to eat right here…" Hindley replied, as he hugged him. "But very well… since you went to so much trouble…" he said as he went through to the dining room with him. Young Arthur was already there, waiting for him. He ran to his father and put his arms out for a hug. "Daddy! Daddy!" he cried. "You're back!"
He picked his son up and hugged him. "Daddy's missed you!" He said, and reached over to kiss Francis at the same time.
"Is Monsieur Bonnefoy my Daddy too?" Young Arthur asked innocently, his eyes wide.
"Yes, but you call him Monsieur Bonnefoy…alright?" Hindley said hoping he wouldn't call him daddy in front of anybody. He set him down and Young Arthur went to sit in his seat.
"He has missed you too." Francis said fondly. "And he has learned so much whilst you were away. I have taught him mathematics as well as his English and French lessons." He said "And he keeps asking if I'm his other Daddy or am I an uncle or.. a big brother? " he laughed. "I am not sure what to tell him."
"You are his other Daddy… its what I want. We just have to be careful other people don't find out, or we could be sent to prison or hanged. Curse the law for it is an ass…" Sighed Hindley. "But with you Francis I have never been happier…"
"Oh… Je t'aime Hindley…" Francis replied and hugged him. "Let me get your dinner, it's a French recipe I prepared especially for you." He said "Something that in my time they call Croque Monsieur…" he chuckled.
Later that night after their meal and Young Arthur had gone to bed, then it was their time alone without anyone around them, and to make sure no one disturbed them, Hindley locked the door to the lounge, so no one could just walk in on them.
"Are you happy Francis?" Hindley asked as they snuggled in front of the open fire.
"Hmm…" He replied and snuggled even more. "It's very different here than it is in my time. Life is at a much slower pace… but there's nowhere I'd rather be." He replied. "It's just torture when you're gone… I have missed you so much Mon Amour."
"Ohh…" Hindley replied with concern. "I hope you haven't been lonely…" He said "I know there's not a neighbour for miles around… and we are quite isolated here."
Francis smiled softly. "No… the servants and your… our son Arthur are good company. But its you I came here for… and its you I look forward to sleeping with at night."
Hindley gazed into his lovers eyes, his own glowing in the firelight, and hungry for him. "It is alright for you to call him "our" son." Hindley replied. "I must see about making life better for you though Francis. I must introduce you to people, our neighbours, the other nations… at some point. We'll have to disguise you so you don't look so much like your counterpart." He chuckled.
"I wish we didn't have to be secret lovers." Francis sighed "But I have to admit its quite exciting." He said "…hiding away with you, where no one can see…"
"And… you don't miss your old life at all?" Hindley asked, as he smooched his nose a little.
"No… not one bit."
"I wonder what will happen to your country now that you are not there…" Hindley replied with a furrowed brow.
"It is no longer my concern." He replied. "For I am 'ere with you… and I cannot worry about that."
Hindley hugged him tight and rubbed his shoulder. "Okay…" He uttered, and kissed him softly on the lips. "I am hungry for you… " He said in his husky voice. "It has been almost a month away from you… and its driving me insane."
"Mmm… lets go to bed…" growled Francis "I would make love right here but your big four poster bed is far more comfortable…"
"And much more discreet…" Hindley replied. "Very well…" He said as he extinguished the gas lamps in the room, carrying a candle lamp with him, he reached for Francis and they went up to their bedroom hand in hand. Once in their bedroom, Hindley made sure the door was firmly locked before turning to Francis who was standing there, his shirt undone to his waist, and the light from the lamp in the room reflecting on his hair and in his eyes. Hindley set the lamp down near the window and closed the curtains and then approached his eager lover. He reached up and moved Francis' long hair from his face. "Just let me look at you for a moment… I've always thought you were the most beautiful man I'd ever seen… and that has not changed. You are beautiful Francis…"
Francis stood there, feeling wonderful as he listened to Hindley's words of love, and as he stroked his hair away from his face. Hindley was always so gentle with him, and so loving. He felt all weak at the knees and his chest started heaving, as his lover always had that effect on him.
"Je t'aime Hindley…" He replied and kissed him, before moving gently to his neck, and leaving little love-bites in places no one would be able to see.
Hindley manoeuvred them on to the bed still kissing him then started to undo his lovers shirt pulling it down over his shoulders. Francis undid Hindley's tie, letting it fall over his shoulders all undone before starting to undo his shirt buttons. Breathing deeply, Hindley pulled back to gaze into Francis' eyes, and there he saw love, and the only person in the world he wanted to be with, gazing right back at him. "I love you…" he whispered "I love you like you wouldn't believe…" he said as he slipped his hand into his britches to hold him and feel him ready, and growing for him. Franics let out a little whimper as he grasped him and laid down on the bed more. "You have missed me… I think…" he said as he leaned over him, sensually removing his britches and pulling them down one leg then the other and then moved on to his flimsy undergarments. "I know what I'll do…" he said as he grasped them with his teeth and pulled at them."
Francis gasped excitedly as he pulled them right off and then straddled him, and took off his shirt. Francis then feverishly started undoing Hindley's belt and slipped his hands down to cup his buttocks. The Englishman leaned forward and kissed him in all the little places he liked to be kissed on his body, rubbing him all the time with little movements, to make him even more excited. Gently he turned him over and prised open his legs, preparing him for what was to come. His lover breathed deep, in anticipation, and he was not disappointed, in fact Hindley was more turned on than ever, as he moved deep within him, pushing hard as Francis grasped at the bedpost, burying his head in the pillow.
"Oh my love…" sighed Arthur "That's it… that's my Francis.." he uttered as he made love to him. "It will be easier for you if you move up on to your knees…" he said in breathy whispers. Francis did as he was told and leaned back on his lover's body, feeling that deep pain, but overriding pleasure at the same time.
"Ohh… that is so good…" Hissed Hindley as he held him, and rode him, moving faster and harder, giving him every inch of what was good for him. He reached around, and held him, moving rhythmically to bring him to orgasm. His breathing became harder and harder… and Francis started trembling uncontrollably in his arms at his touch, so tender and yet so firm.
"Ar…thur…" gasped Francis.
Enraged, suddenly, Hindley moved harder and faster than ever then roughly pulled the ribbon from Francis' hair, before pulling it so hard. "What did you fucking call me?" He growled. "What's my fucking name?"
"Hindley!" Cried Francis, horrified that he'd said the name Arthur, for although it was his name, he was not called that. He wasn't quite expecting that reaction though. Hindley was no longer in control of himself, and he climaxed hard, pulling at Francis' hair and moving faster over and over till he was spent. Francis climaxed at exactly the same time, screaming out in pain and pleasure, before Hindley roughly pushed him down. His lover then rolled over, exhausted, breathing hard and looking really annoyed.
Francis cried when he did that, for he was far too rough and it looked like he did something that had upset him. He couldn't speak because of the pain and the deep emotion he was feeling, and when he did it sounded like he was struggling so much.
"Hindley…" he wept.
Hindley took a few moments to catch his breath and then realised what he'd done. He had been rough and inconsiderate to his delicate partner who now lay next to him shaking and crying. Consumed with guilt at this he tenderly placed his arm around him. "Francis, I'm sorry….I'm sorry…."
"I didn't mean to call you…A...Arthur…" Francis whimpered.
"Shh… its alright…" He replied, once again his tender loving self. "I shouldn't have reacted like that… for a moment I thought you were thinking of… him."
"I wasn't…" Francis wept "I wasn't…"
"Shhh. I know..." He replied and held him close. "I love you Francis. Forgive me darling." He said as he let him lay on his chest and stroked his hair. Francis wrapped his arm around him. This roughness was nothing new, for Hindley often was rough, but Francis felt bad because he had called him Arthur, it was a complete slip of the tongue, but it was a big mistake in his eyes.
"I am so sorry Hindley I didn't mean…" he started to say, but Hindley stopped him and held him.
"Please don't be… I understand." He replied. "Don't do it again though." He said and moved to kiss him. "Now I don't want you to be upset, I love you… I want you to relax.. okay?" he uttered in gentle tones. "You are the most loved creature in the world Francis…" he said softly. "I love you." He said and held him till they both went to sleep, wrapped in each others arms.