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As the gilded carriage rattled along the cobbled streets of Helsingor, on the way to the imposing fortress of Elsinore, muffled laughter could be discerned emerging from the curtained windows. Within the satin-lined interior, two young men of about eighteen or nineteen were sitting on each other's laps, fondling and kissing.
One, who looked slightly younger, had blonde hair, and was pale and thin. The older had back shaggy hair, sparkling green eyes, and a somewhat darker complexion. He held the struggling blonde on his lap. He kissed him playfully on the neck, and said laughingly, "Stop it. I'll end up kissing the other seat." The younger boy managed to extricate himself from his lover's caresses, and sat down, fluttered, on the opposite seat. He laughed, and said, "We're gonna be there any minute now. We don't have time."
Guildenstern smiled ferociously, "I always have time for you", he whispered. He lunged forward and grabbed Rosencrantz and pulled him back onto the seat. He held the back of his neck and kissed the blonde on the lips. He collected his lover's body onto his lap, and nibbled the ear of the giggling Rosencrantz. Then, Guildenstern began to kiss down the length of Rosencrantz's neck, at which the other boy finally began to relax. Seeing this, Guildenstern grabbed him, turned him around, and started once more to kiss.
This time, Rosencrantz responded in kind, his soft, pink lips caressing Guildenstern's lips and tongue, which had slyly begun to stroke at his lover's mouth. All of a sudden, Guildenstern's tongue was inside Rosencrantz's mouth, and Rosencrantz was rocked by a shockwave of pleasure. He climbed even further onto Guildenstern's lap, and entwined his long white fingers in the curly locks of his lover's head.
Guildenstern then slid his hand from Rosencrantz's neck, slowly down the length of his soft white shirt, down, down, down towards the place where shirt met pants. His wandering fingers slipped quickly beneath the hem of the tunic, and shoved themselves firmly into the back of his lover's pants. Just then, the carriage clattered to a halt, and the red-liveried footman opened the carriage door to reveal the King, Queen, and their entire retinue of attendants. For their part, the King and Queen were faced with the sight of Rosencrantz, lying on top of his friend, passionate kissing him, while Guildenstern's hands were deep in the blonde's pants. And in their carriage.
For a little while, the two young men didn't notice they were being watched, so engrossed with each other were they. King Claudius, mortified, but a good statesman, did the only reasonable thing. "Ahem", he coughed. Rosencrantz looked up immediately, hitting his head on the top of the carriage as he did so. As he looked out, his blue eyes widened. He fell off Guildenstern's lap onto the carpeted floor of the carriage. Guildenstern leant forward and looked out s well, his hair and shirt all mussed up and, like Rosencrantz, panting slightly. Through gritted teeth, the King said, "Welcome, dear Rosencrantz and Guildenstern…"