A/N I'm sorry this fic has so many chapters in it. I'm always slagging off
stories that are very long with no significant plot developments occurring,
so I'm feeling a bit hypocritical. It's not my fault I can't write decent
prose very quickly, unlike some people who can rattle off a whole story in
one night (and I mean you, Green - damn you and your brilliant fics) But
I'll soon be getting to the exciting parts (i.e. good ole-fashioned slashy
smut *g*) Happy reading, folks!
Chapter 6 - Reciprocation
Matters were not proceeding as George had planned. Instead of feeling uncomfortable in his presence, Henry seemed to have tapped into some source of fortitude. George was now on the receiving end of many a disparaging remark - innuendos, if you will - as though to say that he *pitied* him for his *weakness*!
Weakness? Ha! Henry is the one who is weak - I can see him blush whenever I catch his eye; And not a blush of embarrassment, either. It's lust, I swear it is! George stalked around the grounds at Hyde Park, disguising his angry trampling of the grass as exercise. The bustling matrons and dandified youths around him paid no heed, but for one young fellow standing aside against a tree trunk.
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Henry breathed in deeply and grimaced slightly at the overwhelming smell of ladies' perfume that even the fresh dewy air could not dispel. He himself was the recipient of many appreciative glances from the swooning young ladies partaking of their daily 'exercise', and quite a number of older women for that matter. But Henry was contemplating no women; only George was in his mind. These past few days had been torture for him. He had attempted to distance himself from George, convince him that he felt no lust for him, *anything*.
But he still could not prevent himself from blushing every now and then. After all, George was not so popular in London society merely for his conversation. The reminder of that kiss now lingered in his mind for too many hours of the day for him to deny his desires. Henry may be a Christian of noble lineage, but he was never one to deceive himself, if he could help it.
As George walked swiftly up and down the green, the trees overhead cast interesting shadows upon his face. One moment, his light brown hair turned an angelic blond, the next into a dark colour similar to his own hair. But those beautiful eyes never changed. Even from this distance, Henry could see the sparks of anger, frustration and ...dare he say it?... love in the pupils. His striding repeatedly pulled his breeches taught around his thighs - well-formed muscles, not too bulky, just right to create nice curves that one could run one's hands along up to his...
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In that instant, George turned his head and saw Henry standing there against the tree trunk. Their eyes met and George recognised the glow in Henry's gaze. At *last*, he wanted to yell. See how pointless it is to deny your own true feelings? You feel just as I do - and you *want* it, just as I want you... But as he thought these things, even George realised he was being too hasty. There was no love in Henry's gaze, just the initial burst of lust at the start of a new relationship. But that can wait - George was nothing if not persistent, and he was prepared to show Henry just how *deeply* two young men can care for each other.
This love business was rather tricky, but our hero could adapt to all manner of problems. After all, the journey had just begun...and what a journey it was going to be.
Chapter 6 - Reciprocation
Matters were not proceeding as George had planned. Instead of feeling uncomfortable in his presence, Henry seemed to have tapped into some source of fortitude. George was now on the receiving end of many a disparaging remark - innuendos, if you will - as though to say that he *pitied* him for his *weakness*!
Weakness? Ha! Henry is the one who is weak - I can see him blush whenever I catch his eye; And not a blush of embarrassment, either. It's lust, I swear it is! George stalked around the grounds at Hyde Park, disguising his angry trampling of the grass as exercise. The bustling matrons and dandified youths around him paid no heed, but for one young fellow standing aside against a tree trunk.
******************************************************
Henry breathed in deeply and grimaced slightly at the overwhelming smell of ladies' perfume that even the fresh dewy air could not dispel. He himself was the recipient of many appreciative glances from the swooning young ladies partaking of their daily 'exercise', and quite a number of older women for that matter. But Henry was contemplating no women; only George was in his mind. These past few days had been torture for him. He had attempted to distance himself from George, convince him that he felt no lust for him, *anything*.
But he still could not prevent himself from blushing every now and then. After all, George was not so popular in London society merely for his conversation. The reminder of that kiss now lingered in his mind for too many hours of the day for him to deny his desires. Henry may be a Christian of noble lineage, but he was never one to deceive himself, if he could help it.
As George walked swiftly up and down the green, the trees overhead cast interesting shadows upon his face. One moment, his light brown hair turned an angelic blond, the next into a dark colour similar to his own hair. But those beautiful eyes never changed. Even from this distance, Henry could see the sparks of anger, frustration and ...dare he say it?... love in the pupils. His striding repeatedly pulled his breeches taught around his thighs - well-formed muscles, not too bulky, just right to create nice curves that one could run one's hands along up to his...
*********************************************************
In that instant, George turned his head and saw Henry standing there against the tree trunk. Their eyes met and George recognised the glow in Henry's gaze. At *last*, he wanted to yell. See how pointless it is to deny your own true feelings? You feel just as I do - and you *want* it, just as I want you... But as he thought these things, even George realised he was being too hasty. There was no love in Henry's gaze, just the initial burst of lust at the start of a new relationship. But that can wait - George was nothing if not persistent, and he was prepared to show Henry just how *deeply* two young men can care for each other.
This love business was rather tricky, but our hero could adapt to all manner of problems. After all, the journey had just begun...and what a journey it was going to be.