Title: Bluebells and roses.
Introduction.
This is an AU/AU, the first part is an „appetizer" for the readers. Hope you like it. It is a tribute to a great short story and a marvellous film but also to an European country whose language I studied and loved since I was a child.
Disclaimer: intellectual property of Ms. Proulx, no commercial use, no copyright infringment.
Special thanks as usual to my dear Beta Carol, her help is so precious for a not English born like me.
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Since he was a child, the small hunting cottage his great-grandfather had built so many years ago, nestled in the most secluded area of their estate, was his secret hideaway.
There he played with his older brother when they were little boys, he hid under the same small roof when his mother died of a heart disease and years after when his brother was declared dead during the war, deep down in South Africa.
Now, at 21, he still used it, although it became harder and harder to disappear from the great house, his father often needing him, often searching him out for the most silly reasons, for things the servants could do very well without controlling them every moment.
Since his sister's health was not good, so fragile and thin, often refusing food, he was the only one the family could count on, and everybody knew it.
His duty was to be the next Earl. Earl Delmar, the 6th. He had not been raised for that, but life, or rather his brother's death, had changed his path.
The title had belonged to his family for generations and so the great house and the fields all around.
He lit another cigarette, smoked it slowly sitting against the small door, taking long pauses and letting the ashes land on the grass with a gentle curve.
A noise from the bushes on the right startled him. He tensed, in wait.
"Is it you?" Ennis asked.
"Yes," said the figure slowly approaching, wearing the working dress of an underbutler, but without the formal jacket on.
Black trousers, a white shirt. They fit perfectly on his slim body, made him more sensual than any fancy gentleman's dress could. He should have been the son of a landowner, not of a poor farmer.
The first two buttons of his shirt were open, revealing the toned upper chest, no hair, no scars, a glimpse of his pectorals.
"Come here." Ennis extended his hand and the man took it, kissing the palm softly.
"My darling," he murmured, putting the hand over his heart.
Ennis soon relaxed, the cigarette long forgotten, lost in the rhythm of the heart he loved most in the world.
"I'll miss you so much."
"Me too, it will be so painful not seeing you every day."
"Lureen keeps telling me it's only for two months, but I'm so worried. Without both of you, only me and father. I'm sure I cannot resist."
"You must, we believe in you. Try to think of all the many new things you'll see."
"All because Kenneth died in that damned war. Now I'm the next Earl, and father obliges me to travel with him to India. Why can't you come with us?"
"I'd like to, but your father needs his own butler, I'm the second underbutler, and only because your sister talked with Mrs. Evans."
"Evans is the most aggravating butler I've ever met. I wonder how Mrs Evans bears him. He doesn't recognize your ability."
"You're partial to me, and you know it!"
"So I'm partial?" Ennis retorted, moving his hands to grab the man's wrists, pushing him against the cottage wall, letting him feel the hardness under his belt.
"Yes, my lord, you never complained when I broke a plate, or when I was late in refilling glasses, or when you saw a wrinkle on your shirt, or..." The man's breath become harsher when Ennis started caressing his cock, slowly opening the buttons and inserting a hand inside the trousers.
"Go on, I like your voice."
"Only my voice Ennis?"
TBC
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