Chapter 9 - New Places
Though matters between the lovers were less than satisfactory, there was nothing to be done but to leave them as they stood. George decided that Henry's susceptibility to his charm was lessening, and so concluded that a cessation of contact between the two of them would be the best course of action. After all, absence *is* meant to make the heart grow fonder.
Either way, Henry and George would be remaining in company as often as they previously used to, a thorough avoidance would undoubtedly alert the gossiping ninnies of the social world to their dilemma. And that was definitely not desired, despite George's claims that he would willingly proclaim his preferences to the world for one of Henry's endearing yet highly arousing kisses; a comment which was made in one of George's more sentimental moments soon after that first time in Darcy's bed.
This period of pseudo-separation lasted through their second year at Eton. As both Henry and George were 21, Darcy Senior felt it would be beneficial for the boys if he sent them both to Cambridge right away.
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As soon as George stepped out of the carriage to view the prospect of the Cambridge grounds, he knew he would fit right in. Cambridge was far more modern compared to Eton and that vile mole of a man Littleton. No one was going to make *him* their blasted valet here. As he stepped back into the carriage and sat next to Henry who had remained inside, he turned to him with a lusty smile and said, 'Perhaps we will be sharing chambers after all.'
Darcy shifted uncomfortably in his seat and turned to look out the window, a habit he had picked up from his father. But rather than dispelling his discomfiture, it increased it when he spied some rent boys standing by the side of the local alehouse blatantly flaunting their wares. He whisked his head aside before they caught him staring. George, of course, noticed this and subsequently noticed the boys. Not bad, he thought, far better quality than those disgusting pimply youngsters at Eton.
The carriage finally entered the courtyard in front of the East Wing where their rooms were situated. As the Dean led them down the corridor to their chambers, Darcy felt that every person they passed was staring at him. His disgrace must surely be visible to all around, surrounding him like a damned halo. He determined to talk but little and to gaze straight ahead. George on the other hand was carefully taking stock of all they passed, particularly of convenient shadowed niches for trysting and of escape routes to the alehouse and its rent boys. He *was* only a man, after all. If Henry wasn't giving him any, was it not perfectly fair that he seek his own pleasure, even if he had to pay for it?
A/N I apologise, my dear fans. I know I said Bingley would be in this chapter, but looks like he'll have to wait till the next chapter. Sorry!
Though matters between the lovers were less than satisfactory, there was nothing to be done but to leave them as they stood. George decided that Henry's susceptibility to his charm was lessening, and so concluded that a cessation of contact between the two of them would be the best course of action. After all, absence *is* meant to make the heart grow fonder.
Either way, Henry and George would be remaining in company as often as they previously used to, a thorough avoidance would undoubtedly alert the gossiping ninnies of the social world to their dilemma. And that was definitely not desired, despite George's claims that he would willingly proclaim his preferences to the world for one of Henry's endearing yet highly arousing kisses; a comment which was made in one of George's more sentimental moments soon after that first time in Darcy's bed.
This period of pseudo-separation lasted through their second year at Eton. As both Henry and George were 21, Darcy Senior felt it would be beneficial for the boys if he sent them both to Cambridge right away.
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As soon as George stepped out of the carriage to view the prospect of the Cambridge grounds, he knew he would fit right in. Cambridge was far more modern compared to Eton and that vile mole of a man Littleton. No one was going to make *him* their blasted valet here. As he stepped back into the carriage and sat next to Henry who had remained inside, he turned to him with a lusty smile and said, 'Perhaps we will be sharing chambers after all.'
Darcy shifted uncomfortably in his seat and turned to look out the window, a habit he had picked up from his father. But rather than dispelling his discomfiture, it increased it when he spied some rent boys standing by the side of the local alehouse blatantly flaunting their wares. He whisked his head aside before they caught him staring. George, of course, noticed this and subsequently noticed the boys. Not bad, he thought, far better quality than those disgusting pimply youngsters at Eton.
The carriage finally entered the courtyard in front of the East Wing where their rooms were situated. As the Dean led them down the corridor to their chambers, Darcy felt that every person they passed was staring at him. His disgrace must surely be visible to all around, surrounding him like a damned halo. He determined to talk but little and to gaze straight ahead. George on the other hand was carefully taking stock of all they passed, particularly of convenient shadowed niches for trysting and of escape routes to the alehouse and its rent boys. He *was* only a man, after all. If Henry wasn't giving him any, was it not perfectly fair that he seek his own pleasure, even if he had to pay for it?
A/N I apologise, my dear fans. I know I said Bingley would be in this chapter, but looks like he'll have to wait till the next chapter. Sorry!