Chapter One: First Encounters, of the gay kind
Arthur stepped into his office after having just fired his third PA in less than two months. It seemed that no matter how hard he tried with them, they were all bumbling idiots. He had had to mention the problem to Uther and so now Uther thought it was his duty to personally find him his next PA. This was such a disaster, Uther was probably just going to send one of his cronies to spy on him and then he'd never be able to hide anything from Uther again.
Arthur picked up his jacket from where it lay on the coat rack as well as the files he had yet to go over for tomorrow morning's meeting with his client Sofia Sidhe. Sofia was beautiful but definitely not his type for he much preferred for his partners to be more of the male variety and only engaged in frivolities with women to appease Uther. Just as he was opening the door to exit the building he bumped into something, or someone apparently.
The stranger glanced up just as Arthur looked down only to be met by the most shockingly blue eyes he had ever seen. The boy had raven hair and was too pale not to mention wearing the most ridiculous outfit and yet, those eyes. He had never seen eyes that beautiful. Before Arthur could even form a coherent thought, let alone know what he wanted to tell the other, the boy was rushing past him into the night. He hadn't even been able to ask his name, how would he know how to find him, would he ever see him again?
That night Arthur couldn't sleep. The boy was haunting him it seemed, for as soon as he closed his eyes, there he was. No matter how hard he tried to keep the thoughts away, they returned unbidden. Before Arthur knew what he was doing, he had reached down into his boxer briefs and grasped his cock. He knew that this was wrong, fantasizing about someone he knew he had no chance with, but he could not stop himself. He tried summoning up mental images of famous actors that he found fit, maybe that would help, yet as soon as he closed his eyes again, there was the boy.
Arthur could hold off no longer, so he grasped his cock once more and began to move his hand in a rhythmic pattern. He imagined the boys sumptuous and pink, full lips wrapped around his cock and the mental image spurred him in to moving his hand at a faster pace. As Arthur sped up his pace more and more he stroked the weeping head with his thumb at the same moment that his mental image of the boy looked up in to his eyes. The arousal those blue eyes brought forward shocked him, but not as much as his sudden orgasm coming to fruition. It seemed that those deep blue eyes were enough to make him come and experience the most intense pleasure he had ever felt before.
Now if only he could get that boy into his bed for real, he would show him the time of his life. He wondered what that boys name was, if only so that he could cry it out as he climaxed. Arthur got up off of the bed and went into his bedroom's adjoining bathroom. Using one of the towels he had stacked neatly next to the shower he cleaned himself off while thinking back on those blue eyes. Who was he? Where was he from? Most importantly, when would they meet again?
All of these questions daunted Arthur for he could not seem to stop thinking about the boy. He headed back into his bedroom and flopped down onto his bed, completely nude. He smiled brightly at the memory of the boy's face before drifting of into the most peaceful sleep he had had in more than two years.
