A/N: For those who don't remember who Benjamin was on Glee: He was the NYADA student who resigned as Cassandra July's TA in "The New Rachel," paving the way for Brody to be her new TA.

The Trent mentioned in this chapter is not the Trent from canon.

Elliott had wanted to explain, to make sure Prince Samuel really knew that he did not tell Smythe that he could fuck him, but he'd been basically shooed away before he got the chance. Maybe it was just as well, though. The prince would have no doubt asked the obvious question: Why did you call him in the first place? And really the only answer was that he'd wanted to brag. It was a thing he and Smythe did with each other: gloat. But Prince Samuel might not like that Elliott's gloating in this case had involved him. And that sucked. Especially since the prince was already not happy with him for sending up someone older than he wanted. Someone older and—if Elliott was being honest—very unlikely to qualify as "almost a virgin" under any reasonable definition.

Another customer approached him to ask if the rumor going around the club was true. Elliott already had several guys lined up, and he didn't want to deal with another right now. But this guy looked pretty young—younger than the others in line—so he confirmed it, specifying, "He's only looking for guys who he hasn't already had sex with."

"Ha, I wish!" Benjamin had just moved to the capital. Out in the province he was from, no one had any idea Prince Samuel was even gay. "Has he actually had sex with lots of men?"

Elliott laughed. "You could say that. But he's looking for guys who..." Elliott knew he had to start screening the guys better, but he couldn't bring himself to use the phrase almost a virgin. He remembered a better phrase the prince had just used: "He wants guys who are not very experienced."

"Experienced?"

Elliott suppressed an exasperated sigh. "At fucking other men."

"Oh, that!" Benjamin blushed. "No, I..." He'd only ever topped once before, and it was a total disaster. It was why Trent ran off to go to business college in the capital, Benjamin was pretty sure. That's why he was here: to win Trent back. And why he was here, specifically, at this gay bar, was to try to pick up a man to fuck. Duffy had told him he had to butch the hell up if he wanted another chance with Trent. Butch the hell up and learn how to fuck a guy without...well, what had happened before. The fact that on his very first night of trying, the prince himself was inviting commoners to fuck him...well, obviously it was a sign. Benjamin didn't use to believe in signs or any kind of weird or "magical" stuff, but obviously that was before he met Duffy.

"So...you're not?" Elliott asked. "You kind of trailed off."

"Oh, sorry. No. I've only ever done that once." He wasn't going to share the humiliating details unless he was specifically asked.

"Really?" Elliott asked, not quite believing his luck. If it was true, this guy was like the exact definition of "almost a virgin." "Just one time?"

"Is that okay?"

"Are you kidding? It's perfect! Wait, let me see your ID." After last night's incident he'd made all his bouncers sit through training on spotting fake IDs and threatened to fire anyone who fucked up again, but he wanted to make sure. Luckily Benjamin's checked out. "You're next."

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Sunshine was nothing like Blaine pictured the type of girl Dani would go for. He guessed he had pictured someone more like Dani herself, but Sunshine was very...boyish. Butch—like with very short hair and boy clothes including a tie—but also super short—under five feet probably—and baby-faced. The bouncer at the karaoke bar scrutinized the hell out of her ID before letting them in.

But, holy crap, that tiny, boyish lesbian could sing! She absolutely killed a couple Adele songs, earning a standing ovation from the audience, who mostly weren't paying attention when anyone before her sang. Dani was swooning. Blaine decided there was no way he was going on after her.

"That was amazing!" Blaine said when she rejoined them at their table. "You should sing professionally!"

"Oh, thanks," she said. "I hope to, actually."

"Sunshine was studying at the royal conservatory, but she had to drop out because of the tuition," Dani said.

"Oh my God, that sucks!"

Sunshine shrugged. "Yeah, but I'm going to go back as soon as I've saved enough. I'm making money now coaching rich kids to prepare for their auditions."

"Really? I actually...well, before I heard you just now I was thinking of applying."

"You can't afford to go there, Blaine!" Dani said. "I mean, no offense, but I have a pretty good idea how much you make, and I know your stepmother isn't willing to help, so..."

Blaine told them about the discovery about his dad. Dani was, if anything, more outraged on Blaine's behalf than Blaine himself had been. "You have to go now, Blaine!" she insisted. "You can't let her win!"

"Believe me, I don't want to let her win. But I don't even have any reason to believe they'd accept me."

"Well, go sing something," Sunshine said. "If I think you have a chance I'll help you. No charge!"

Blaine hesitated. "You won't just say I'm good just to be nice?"

Sunshine laughed. "I wouldn't tell a paying customer they didn't have a chance. And I wouldn't tell my girlfriend's friend he sucks just to be 'honest' or whatever. But I'm not going to offer my professional services for free if it's hopeless, so yeah, if you're not gonna get in even with my help, I'll tell you that."

So Blaine decided what the hell and got up and sang "Hopelessly Devoted to You." He thought he sounded okay, actually, considering how long it had been since he had really practiced. But he had been out of practice for a while, so he was nervous about hearing Sunshine's opinion when he rejoined the table.

"I've helped way worse singers get in," she said, "but you need to rehearse. Like a lot."

"Yeah," Blaine said sadly.

"Dude, did you not hear the part about how it's totally doable? With practice? If you want my help, that is, and I'll only do it if you're really serious, and I'll have to work you in around my paying customers, but...yeah, you definitely have a shot."

"Um...yeah. Yeah, I'm serious!" Blaine hadn't realized it until that very moment, but he was serious.

"Great!" She punched him in the arm and stood up. To Dani she said, "Sweetheart, would you excuse me? I have to go to the little boys' room."

When she was gone, Blaine raised his eyebrows questioningly at Dani. "Oh, shut up," Dani said. "She just says that as a joke."

"Well, she seems great. You can't break up with her now, you know, cause then she'd make me pay for her coaching."

"Shut up, why would I want to break up with her? She's so great, don't you think she's great?"

"I think she's great."

"Yeah," Dani agreed dreamily. "But what about you? What was with that song? Are you hung up on someone you haven't even told me about?"

"It's just a song, Dani."

"It didn't sound like just a song. Not the way you sang it."

"Fine. You caught me. I'm hopelessly devoted to Prince Samuel."

Dani shook her head sympathetically. "We need to find you a real boyfriend, babe."

.

Not having regular sex with Sam sucked. However, Kurt was enjoying watching Sam get fucked over and over. Elliott fucking him had been hot. Spencer fucking him had been super hot. Kurt wasn't actually supposed to enjoy seeing his godchildren get hurt, but Sam hadn't really been hurt. Anyway, every guy so far had had his charms, but none of them had Kurt as excited as when Sebastian showed up.

Sebastian had always been one of Kurt's favorites of Sam's lovers. As in, a favorite to watch Sam with and a favorite for Kurt himself to fuck. Or rather, be fucked by. Sebastian was weird about bottoming just like Sam was, but since he wasn't Kurt's godchild, it wasn't Kurt's job to try to convince him to expand his horizons.

So Kurt was furious to see Sam turn down what might have been the best fuck of his life. Okay, he knew Sam would still say "Darren" was the best, but if he could be objective about it—and if he had given him a chance, for fuck's sake—he would probably have to say Sebastian. This wasn't even about Kurt's personal frustration at not getting to watch. It was a tiny bit about that, maybe, but mostly it was about the amazing experience Sam was denying himself. How the hell was Sam ever going to accept that he was a gay man who liked to take it in the ass if he didn't let one of the best assfuckers out there have a crack at him? Kurt was just about to pop in and explain all this when Elliott showed up with the next guy.

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Elliott spoke to the prince while the guards were checking out the almost-virgin, Benjamin. "He's nineteen, Your Highness. And he specifically told me that he's only ever fucked one guy."

"Great, Elliott. Thanks."

Prince Samuel barely looked at him. It was killing Elliott to know the prince was so displeased with him. "Your Highness, if you'll please let me apologize. It was completely out of line for me to call the Count of Smythe, and I—"

"It's fine," Sam said. He really wished Elliott hadn't called him, because saying no to Sebastian had sucked. But Elliott hadn't actually done anything wrong. "I asked you to spread the word, right?"

"Yes, Your Highness." That was true. He'd specifically asked him not to be discreet!

"And it's probably good that he knows. Maybe he'll let me use his place by Corner Pocket." Sam didn't add if I don't find Darren tonight because he felt it was almost impossible that he'd be that lucky.

"Probably, Your Highness, if that's what you want." Corner Pocket was the gay bar the count owned. He didn't manage it himself, but he did keep an apartment nearby. A full apartment, much nicer than Elliott's little one-room above Starchild. Of course, Corner Pocket itself was totally seedy, nothing like Starchild. Elliott wondered if the prince's threatening to go there instead was an indication of just how displeased he actually was with him, despite saying he wasn't. "Shall I send Benjamin in?"

"Yeah, thanks." Sam knew he should be happier about this Benjamin guy. Nineteen years old, confirmed almost-virgin. Sam needed to stop thinking about Sebastian and start thinking about this guy who could really be Darren!

Benjamin actually looked a little like Darren. He had roughly the same hair color anyway. And his skin tone was...

No. Sam wasn't going to try to analyze the details of how Benjamin looked or talked or acted. He didn't have any time to waste. That was why he'd sent Sebastian away, right? "I hope you don't mind if we get right to it," he said. "I'm already ready."

"Yes, sir...uh, Your Highness." Benjamin had bowed when the bar owner presented him, but he wondered if he had to keep doing it every so often. Just to be safe, he bowed again now. To be safe and, maybe, to stall a little because...well, he wasn't ready. He'd expected there to be foreplay! At least fingering and lubing. He'd never gotten himself ready in advance for another guy to just start fucking right away...and no guy he'd been with had ever complained about that. Was it something you were supposed to do? Maybe he just didn't know any better because he was a hick from the provinces. Shit, how was he supposed to just get hard on command? Not that the prince wasn't hot or anything but now he was all nervous, which wasn't helping!

Sam took off his clothes again. Maybe he'd start just wearing a robe in between guys. Or at least a shirt without buttons. Damn, why was he assuming this was going to keep going on? Benjamin could be Darren, he reminded himself! He was the right age, he'd only had sex once...

And he was still dressed. Sam got his clothes off and saw he wasn't even hard yet! That was weird. Well, it was weird if he was Darren. It was weird if he was Darren and if Darren felt the way about Sam that Sam felt about him. Though Sam had to admit this encounter wasn't exactly romantic like at the ball. Darren was probably into romance more than just sex. Sam was going to have to figure out how to be romantic; he'd never done that before.

But not tonight; not when he wasn't even sure this was Darren. He sat on the edge of the bed and sucked Benjamin's dick until it was hard. And he tried not to notice how it felt and tasted nothing like Darren's. It wasn't like there was anything wrong with it; it was a totally fine dick. Just not Darren-like.

Oh, okay! This was the foreplay, then. A prince was going down on him, wow! And he was really good at it, too. This wasn't going to be nearly as hard...as difficult as Benjamin had feared. He just had to not think about how amazing Prince Samuel's cock looked and how incredible it would feel in his ass. Or, wait, maybe he should think about it, maybe imagining them doing it that way would help him stay hard while...No! There was no way he was not going to stay hard. He had to stop even considering that as a possibility.

Prince Samuel let Benjamin's cock out of his mouth pretty much as soon as it was fully hard. Benjamin tried not to be too disappointed by that. It was hard...difficult not to be a little disappointed, though. Having the prince suck him off would have been almost as good as having the prince fuck him. But he got to fuck the prince, which was even better (supposedly)! Because he was butch enough, and he could top a guy successfully. Especially when the guy in question was the hottest royal not just in this kingdom but any on earth.

Oh, God. Benjamin was going to try to top royalty? What the hell was he thinking!?

Thinking, that was his problem. Less thinking, more fucking, as Duffy would tell him. Prince Samuel was on his hands and knees, just waiting to take his cock. Benjamin just had to stand...kneel? No, Prince Samuel's knees were right on the edge of the bed, so there wouldn't be room for Benjamin to kneel behind him...so, yeah, stand behind the prince, between his legs, and put it in. (How did guys who topped all the time figure out the logistics?)

"You ready, Benjamin?"

"Yes, Your Maj-...Highness." Yep, he was ready. As ready as he'd ever be, he guessed. He stood behind the prince, and he had to kind of bend his knees a little bit, but it wasn't too hard...difficult to get himself lined up. He just held his dick up to the prince's asshole and guided it in with his hand. The prince opened up for him nice and smoothly—it was easy! Easy and good, like jerking himself, but tighter and hotter. Although he usually liked to shove a dildo up his ass before he jerked off...

This was not Darren. Sam was sure of it immediately. He knew he hadn't really had an open mind with Benjamin, that if Benjamin had come to him before Sebastian he'd be focusing on all the promising signs, but...but Kurt had said that when Darren's dick was in him again he'd know. And he didn't know. It didn't feel like anything, really, except some random dick up his ass. He just hoped Benjamin was going to finish soon so he could move on to the next guy.

Benjamin was messing it up again. Prince Samuel wasn't enjoying it at all, he could tell. He wasn't moving or making any noises. Oh God, Benjamin was the worst top in the world.

Wait, was Benjamin done already? It was what Sam had wanted, but he didn't even feel him come. He was definitely pulling out, though. Sam looked over his shoulder to see if the guy was just trying to switch to a different position.

That wasn't it. The guy either had come already—without Sam noticing—or he had just lost his hard-on. He was crying, and when he saw Sam look at him he covered his face with his hands and went from crying to sobbing. "I'm so sorry, Your Highness!" he said...or at least that's what Sam gathered he was trying to say.

"Hey, it's okay." Sam stood and put an arm around his shoulder. That didn't help much, so he wrapped both arms around him and held him until he wasn't sobbing so hard. He felt terrible. He was the one who'd been distracted and aloof, and now this poor kid was blaming himself for the sex not being good. "It's not your fault, I was—"

"I guess I'm not cut out to top," Benjamin said haltingly. "I can try again if you...Oh, who am I kidding? I'm always going to be a bottom!"

"You're a bottom? There's nothing wrong with that, you know." A lot of Sam's favorite men were strictly bottoms.

Benjamin covered his mouth, realizing he'd just insulted the prince, who was apparently a bottom too. So wait, maybe it wasn't so bad. Except... "Yeah, but Duffy told me I had to learn to top if I wanted Trent to like me again."

Sam had no idea what to say about that...not having a clue who Duffy and Trent were. "Well...maybe if Trent only likes to bottom too, but..."

"Oh, no. He's fucked me a bunch of times, and it was awesome."

Wait, hadn't this guy supposedly only had sex once before!? Sam guessed that didn't matter right now, though. "So then...what's the problem, exactly?"

"Well, Duffy said—"

"Wait, who's Duffy?"

"Duffy's my cat."

"Your cat."

"Yeah. Well, sort of mine. He was a stray, but now he lives with me."

"And he has an opinion on your sex life?"

"Oh, yeah. He's a talking cat."

"Okay. How does that make him an expert on your relationship with Trent?"

"Well, like...he talks. So he's magic?"

"Yeah, but does he have a boyfriend? Is he even gay?"

"No. I mean, he's neutered, so..."

"So what the hell does he know? It sounds to me like your cat just likes to hear himself talk. Just tell him if you want his opinion on mice or something you'll ask for it, and otherwise he should shut the fuck up. Look, if you want to top more, you should go for it. And don't let tonight discourage you, because I was...well, hardly the ideal partner. Meanwhile why don't you call Trent and ask him to come over and fuck your brains out?"

Benjamin sniffled. He felt like he should be embarrassed, but he really wasn't. Especially since the prince didn't even seem to think he was crazy because of the talking cat thing, which most people did. "Thank you, Your Highness. If you didn't already have a job you'd make a really great advice columnist or something."

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Kurt appeared the second Benjamin was gone. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he demanded.

"Thinking of calling it a night, if you must know." It was still early, and he'd really only been properly fucked once, but he just wasn't in the mood anymore.

"What the hell were you thinking, sending Sebastian away? Just so you'd have more time to let that crazy twink attempt and fail to fuck you? How was that guy better than Sebastian?"

"It's not Benjamin's fault he's not Sebastian. He seemed like a sweet kid."

"He claims to have a talking cat, Sam! That's some psycho shit."

"...said the actual fairy," Sam said.

"Fairies are real. Talking cats are not!"

Sam shrugged. He actually thought there was a good chance they were real—Quinn's friend Brittany used to tell him stories about her cat when he was younger, and she swore they were true and not just made-up children's stories—but he didn't much care either way.

"Don't shrug at me. Fairies have a rich and ancient culture, which you're one of the few privileged humans to even get a glimpse of, whereas the idea of a common housecat that can talk is just so absurd that...that..."

"Fine. Benjamin is crazy and talking cats don't exist. Is that why you're here?"

Kurt took a deep breath. Talking cats indeed! But Sam was right, that wasn't why he was here. "I'm here to yell at you about Sebastian! How could you send him away? Have you lost your damn mind?"

"What, you think I wanted to send him away?" Sam never would have admitted it back in high school, not even to himself, but he'd always wanted Sebastian to fuck him. At least once he learned from Kurt that taking it could feel amazing. "But if I'm ever going to find Darren—"

"Aha! You admit you wanted Sebastian to fuck you."

"Yes, of course. That's not the point. The point is—"

"It is the point, Sam. And let me tell you this: this whole...thing you're doing here? It is not going to work if you keep turning men away, especially men whose dicks you really want!"

"What...what are you saying, Kurt?"

But Kurt had already disappeared.

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Blaine didn't work at the bookstore until noon, but he got up at his usual time to make breakfast for Shelby. He hadn't been planning to. When he'd agreed to go out with Dani and her girlfriend last night, it had been with the thought that he could sleep in the next morning, because he was done being Shelby's personal servant.

But he'd reconsidered in the meantime. He didn't want to make Shelby suspicious...or at least more suspicious than she probably already was after the last couple days. Hopefully if he went back to acting like normal, she'd assume it had all been a fluke. In fact, if she asked him about it, he was prepared to explain he'd just been upset over seeing Jesse and Rachel go to the ball when he couldn't. He'd apologize, even, if necessary. But only if necessary.

As soon as Shelby left for work, Blaine poured himself the last of the extra-strong coffee and took it with him to the attic. That is, he intended to take it with him to the attic, but when he realized it would be difficult to climb up the little ladder without spilling, he drank it all in a few gulps and left the mug on the hallway floor.

He'd never actually been in the attic before. He'd never had much desire to, and his childhood curiosity about what it was like up there had been replaced by fear of the bats Shelby told him lived there. He didn't see any bats now. If there actually were any—if Shelby hadn't just made that up to scare him—they'd be asleep now anyway, right? And he wasn't planning to be loud enough to disturb them (if they existed); he just needed to find his dad's old papers, something that proved he had worked at the royal conservatory. He knew Shelby hadn't kept much of his dad's, but there had to be some papers, right? And since he had never seen any—and he was the one who did all the cleaning and knew where everything was stored everywhere else in the house—they had to be in the attic. Right?

Well, there were a lot of boxes up here. And they weren't labeled well, so he just had to kind of look through all of them. He found tons of mementos from Jesse and Rachel's childhoods and other random junk. Just before he had to give up for the day, he found a sealed envelope that said "MATT'S INSURANCE" on it. He almost didn't even take it with him, since he knew Shelby had already long ago spent the money. But then he realized the policy might have been issued by the conservatory, or might at least have listed it somewhere as his employer, so he figured it was worth taking with him and looking at on his break.

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Sebastian showed up at the palace feeling pretty confident. He was usually able to get what he wanted from men. In fact, if it had been anyone other than Sam, he would just be confident, no need to qualify it with pretty. But it was Sam, it was Prince Samuel, so...

The hunky new guard met him in the grand hall. Maybe if Sam insisted on being a stubborn ass, Ryder could be a consolation prize. The guy hadn't said much, but Sebastian was almost certain he was gay.

Ryder led him to a salon with a large balcony that overlooked the gardens. "His Highness will be here soon, sir. Please have a seat."

"Thank you, Ryder." Sebastian placed his hand on the guard's shoulder. The guard's muscular shoulder. "You've been very kind." Ryder didn't say anything in response, but the way he tensed up under the touch told Sebastian everything he needed to know. It wasn't the tensing of someone who didn't like being touched; on the contrary, it was the tensing of someone who didn't want to betray how much he did like it.

Ryder left, and Sebastian sat near the table where all the coffee things had been laid out. He wondered vaguely if the coffee was going to get cold. He had a feeling Sam was going to keep him waiting a while, just because he could. But Sam surprised him by coming in just a minute or two later. Sebastian stood and bowed...or he started to bow anyway, but Sam said, "Hey, come on, none of that!" and wrapped him up in a hug instead. A very close hug. Before Sebastian could really process what was happening, Sam kissed him and breathed heavily into his ear. "Do you still want me?"

"God, yes!" Sebastian answered. He had no idea what had changed Sam's mind—it wasn't his powers of seduction because he hadn't even said a word—but he had the feeling this wasn't the time to ask. Unless..."You're not just messing with me, right? You're not going to want to top at the last minute?"

Sam started untying Sebastian's tie. "I want you inside me."

"Fuck, Sam, I've wanted this for so long. I've thought about it so many times..."

Sam backed up enough to look Sebastian in the eye. "But you only get to do it once." Kurt really hadn't left him any choice about letting Sebastian do it once. Kurt's comment that the whole thing wouldn't work if Sam turned guys away...Sam had been going over that in his head all last night and all this morning, and really the only way he could take it was as a threat that if he didn't let Sebastian (and any other guy who wanted to!) fuck him, Kurt was going to interfere somehow and make it so he would never find Darren. And Sam didn't actually mind—at least not with Sebastian, who he had wanted to get fucked by for a long time—but he still wasn't going to do it more than he had to. He just hoped Sebastian wasn't getting his hopes up for anything more than that. "You know it's just once, right?"

"If that's what you want," Sebastian said. He didn't know why it had to be only one time—he would gladly fuck Sam every day from now until they were both old and decrepit—but he would take what he could get. Besides, who was to say Sam wouldn't later change his mind on this point as well?

Sam pulled off his sweater and started on the buttons to Sebastian's shirt.

"We're doing this here?" Sebastian asked. Normally he wouldn't care where they did it, but if Sam actually was serious about this being the only time... "Can't we go to your bedroom?"

"No!" Sam liked Sebastian a lot, and he would do stuff for him that he wouldn't do for most guys, but there was no way he was ever again letting anyone else in his own bed besides Darren. "Don't worry, no one will disturb us here. Ryder's just outside."

"No, I'm not worried, I just..." Sebastian knew he shouldn't press his luck with special requests. But all these years he'd been picturing this moment a very specific way. "Remember back in school, we tried a few different positions at first, but then when you found your favorite that was how you fucked me pretty much every time?"

"Heh, yeah. I wasn't great at variety back then. But if you could have seen how hot you looked like...oh! You want to bend me over the edge of the bed?"

"I'm sure you'll look at least as hot as I did that way."'

Sam laughed. "I don't know about that, but..." So Sebastian was feeling nostalgic? Sam knew just the room to take him to. "Follow me."

Sebastian followed as Sam strode shirtless out into the hall, not even having bothered to pick up the sweater he'd dropped on a chair.

In the hallway they ran into Princess Quinn and, holding her mother's hand, Princess Matilda. (At least Sebastian thought the girl looked too young to be Princess Beth, but then he was rarely around children.) Tie loose and shirt partially unbuttoned, he bowed and said, "Good morning, Your Highnesses."

Princess Quinn didn't even act surprised or seem to notice what state he and the prince were in. She shook his hand and said, "Sebastian? It's lovely to see you again. Last I heard you were in Paris. How is it there?"

Sebastian started to answer but Sam asked his sister to please excuse them and pulled him away by the hand.

"Well, that was awkward," Sebastian said once they were out of earshot.

"What was? Oh, you mean seeing Quinn? Nah, she doesn't suspect anything."

"You're not wearing a shirt," Sebastian pointed out.

"Yeah, but Quinn's oblivious to that kind of stuff. She probably just thinks I spilled coffee on my sweater or something."

"Okay." Sebastian had a hard time believing Princess Quinn was that oblivious. She was a married woman with three children, after all. But he wasn't about to challenge Sam's beliefs on the innocence of his sister.

Sam led him around a corner and up some stairs and around another corner and down a hallway. Sebastian had never been to this part of the palace before—in fact, this was the first time he'd been to any private part of the palace—but this hallway seemed somehow familiar. He realized why when Sam opened the bedroom door. "It looks just like..." It was all the same: the layout of the furniture, the blue-and-red décor... "Your bedroom looks just like our old dorm rooms!?"

Sam laughed. "This isn't my bedroom. My grandfather decorated a couple guest rooms like this when he sent my father to the academy. You know, for his friends from school to stay in when they visited."

"Um...wow. So it's true that the academy has never redecorated the dorm rooms."

"Not since my father was a student, at least," Sam confirmed.

Sebastian wondered why he'd never heard of these dorm-like rooms at the palace. "Did you have friends from school visit you here a lot?" He hoped the question didn't sound jealous.

"No. Never, in fact. Quinn used to—there are rooms that look like the girls' academy dorm rooms, but they're in a different wing, obviously—but I just...Honestly, I didn't want my parents to find out the kind of things I was doing with you and the other guys, so it just seemed safer not to invite anyone."

"So...this is kind of like a second chance for both of us. A chance for you to not worry about what His Majesty thinks, and a chance for me to have you the way I've always wanted you."

"I guess," Sam said.

"You guess?"

"I mean I already don't worry about my father finding out anymore—and I know where he's likely to be and how to avoid him—but...it is a second chance for me too. I mean...tell anyone this and I'll deny it, but I've always wanted you this way too."

"Then why the hell..." No. Sebastian wasn't going to ask. He didn't want to talk anymore right now. He grabbed Sam and kissed him hard, and Sam kissed him back with equal force. Soon they had removed each other's clothes, and Sebastian laid Sam down on his back.

Sam looked up at Sebastian, who was on top of him now. "I thought you wanted to take me the way I used to take you."

"I do," Sebastian said, "And I'm going to." He kissed him again, grinding against him as he did. "But don't you remember? The guy who's about to get fucked gets blown first. It's only fair."

"You don't have to..." Wait, what the hell was Sam saying? Sure, it wasn't necessary, but Sebastian gave really good blow jobs. "But, I mean, if you want to..."

Sebastian kissed Sam's neck and said, "I thought so." Sam couldn't see his face but was certain he was smirking.

Sebastian took his time kissing and licking and sucking his way down Sam's body toward his crotch. Sam was impatient at first, until he remembered that there was no next guy waiting for his turn, that he really could just lie back and enjoy this—which was nice, because Sebastian had gotten even better at this since high school. He had Sam moaning way before reaching his dick. And when he did reach his dick...Jesus.

Sam's dick was as great as ever. Sebastian wished he hadn't been so concerned with whether things were "fair" in high school and had spent more time blowing Sam, because even when Sam didn't reciprocate, it was pretty great. He was in no hurry to make Sam come yet, and he licked and teased and tasted and played for...well, for as long as Sam could stand it before he grabbed the back of Sebastian's head, held it in place, and said, "Please suck." He sucked, and Sam started thrusting up into his mouth. Sebastian held his hips down because he really wanted to be the one in charge this time, but he sucked harder to make up for Sam's lack of ability to thrust.

Sam needed to come. He needed to come and he needed to thrust, but he couldn't thrust and that somehow made him need to come even more. With his hips pinned to the mattress and his fingernails scratching at Sebastian's scalp, Sam gasped as his release overtook him.

Sebastian sucked up Sam's come eagerly, overwhelmed by the familiar taste and feel of it. He swallowed the last few drops, then kissed his way back up Sam's chest and neck. Resting his forehead against Sam's, he said, "I could so get used to this again."

"Sebastian, don't..." Sam said, placing his hand gently on the back of his friend's neck.

"No, no, I get it. One-time deal, whatever. I mean, it's your loss."

"Totally." Sam kissed him lightly. "Do you still want to fuck me?"

"You don't really think you have to ask, do you?" Sebastian's question was even more rhetorical than Sam's, and he didn't wait for a response before flipping the prince onto his stomach. There it was. The ass he'd wanted to get inside for so long. He kissed down Sam's back, trying to go slowly and not rush things (though he had been waiting literally years already!).

Sam realized suddenly that he'd left the coconut oil in the salon. He kept some strategically stashed in various guest rooms throughout the palace, but not this one, which he had never used with a guy before. He was about to say something when he felt Sebastian's mouth on his ass, and then not on it so much as in it. "God, Sebastian."

Sebastian loved the way Sam yielded to his tongue. Not loose but pliant. As much as he loved rimming him he knew fucking him was going to be so much better. He didn't want to rush, but he couldn't wait any longer. Oh no, he'd forgotten about... "Sam, please tell me you have some of that coconut oil you like so much."

Sam groaned, in part because he'd forgotten about the oil again, but mostly because Sebastian had stopped rimming him. He went to the door and opened it, knowing Ryder would be there. "Hey, man, can you do me a favor? I forgot the..." Ryder silently held out the jar Sam had left behind in the salon. Sam took it and patted him on the shoulder. "Thanks, dude. You're the best."

Sebastian noticed that Sam didn't make any attempt to cover up or stand behind the door when he talked to his guard, so Sebastian didn't try to move out of view either. Actually he was sort of hoping to catch Ryder surreptitiously checking him out, but he wore a perfect poker face.

Before Sam could rejoin him on the bed, Sebastian got up. He pressed Sam up against the door and kissed him long and hard. Sam wrapped his arms around him, letting the oil jar fall in the process. When they separated from the kiss, Sam bent over to pick up the jar (which Sebastian totally should have done—he was aware of the rules of protocol, after all), and Sebastian stood behind him and grabbed his ass. It was so tempting to just fuck him like this, but he did have his heart set on the prince being bent over the bed specifically. Sam handed him the oil and moved to stand at the foot of the bed. He started to bend forward but then stop and asked, "Or do you want to push me down?"

Oh God! Sam didn't use to push him down every time, just when he was extra horny. Sebastian was kind of surprised Sam even remembered that detail, as it hadn't seemed like a big deal to him at the time. It was a big enough deal to Sebastian that he usually included it whenever he imagined turning the tables on Sam. But now it wasn't as appealing as the idea—one that Sebastian hadn't even seriously entertained until today—that Sam didn't need to be pushed, that he would bend over for Sebastian willingly, even eagerly. "No," he said. "Why don't you get yourself into position for me?"

Sam lowered his upper half onto the bed and spread his legs. And then he did something that really killed Sebastian: he reached back, grabbed his own ass cheeks, and exposed his hole to Sebastian. "Holy fuck," Sebastian muttered, as he started to lube up the prince's welcoming hole.

"Come on, Sebastian." Sebastian was good at this. Sam had known he would be. He'd known and he'd heard—the two of them had fucked a lot of the same guys over the years. So it wasn't that Sam wanted him to stop with his fingers, it was that he wanted him to start with his cock. "Come on, I'm ready."

"Ready? Ready seems to be an understatement. I'd say you're desperate for me to fuck you. You want it bad, don't you?"

Okay. Sam knew Sebastian was on some kind of power trip from getting to fuck him, and mostly he was happy to indulge him, but it was getting to be too much. "Yeah, I want it, but if you don't want to give it to me there are hundreds of other guys who do."

Sebastian knew it, he knew Sam was going to find some way to put him in his place. "I beg your pardon, Your Highness."

"Come on, Sebastian." Sam didn't actually want him to go. "Don't be li-...Oh! Oh god, that's good. Fuck, just like that!" Sebastian had filled him in one smooth motion. He really was good at this.

Ha, Sam did want it just as bad as Sebastian did. Oh God he felt good. Sebastian wasn't even upset any more that he wasn't Sam's first. It meant he didn't have to go slowly. He decided not to even tell Sam to tell him if it was too much. Sam wasn't some inexperienced kid who was scared to speak up for himself. And it certainly didn't seem to be too much. God, look at him, taking Sebastian's cock like a pro. His arm and back muscles were tense and he had the navy quilt bunched up in his hands, but he was bucking back against Sebastian as much as he could in his compromised position. Without saying so he was basically begging for even more.

Sebastian was not letting up for a second; it was perfect. Just this side of being too intense.

Sam started to scream into the mattress, and it was such music to Sebastian's ears. He hoped it meant Sam was about to come. Sebastian was determined not to let go first, but there was only so much longer he could hold out. "That's it, come for me, Sam. Please come for me." Sam's channel constricted and his body began to quake, and Sebastian thought he would die.

And then he did die...in the Shakespearean/Cutting Crew sense. His explosive climax left him not only speechless but also breathless, and all he could do was drape himself over Sam's back and weakly kiss the back of his neck.

"It felt like you shot a ton of jizz inside me," Sam said after a minute. "As soon as you take your cock out I bet it comes gushing out."

"Then I guess I'll never take my cock out," Sebastian whispered. Whispering was all he had the breath for. "Keep you full of my jizz forever."

Sam didn't reply to that. He knew Sebastian wasn't serious, but still, why burst his bubble right away?

.

"If it isn't my favorite princess!" Finn enthused, quickly locking his computer screen when his wife and daughter entered the room unexpectedly. "Come give Daddy a hug!"

Matilda ran and jumped into her father's arms, while Quinn shook her head and said, "Darling, you can't tell each of them she's your favorite. It will turn them against each other."

"What? I can have three favorite princesses."

"Three?"

"Three favorite princesses and a favorite future queen."

"I'll be queen when Beth dies!" Matilda said.

"Matilda, we don't say such things," Quinn scolded her. To Finn she added, "See what you started?"

"What can I do for two of my four favorite princesses?"

Before Quinn could answer, there was a knock. Answering it, she saw it was the nanny she'd summoned. "Matilda, honey, Dottie's here to take you back to the nursery."

Matilda's face dropped. "But you said you'd take me for a walk in the garden!"

"Yes, but it's raining so we walked around inside instead. Remember?"

"But I wanted to go outside!"

"That's quite enough, young lady. Off you go." Dottie walked over and took her hand. "Thank you, Dottie," Quinn said as she watched the nanny lead the girl out. The crying started as soon as they were out in the hall; Quinn shut the door.

"Matilda seemed really disappointed," Finn said.

"Yes, but she'll get over it. We can't encourage that kind of back talk. I have a favor to ask you, darling."

Finn expected as much. Quinn rarely stopped by just to chat. "Anything I can do," he said.

"Sam has a man here at the palace."

"The one from the ball?"

Quinn frowned. "No, someone he went to high school with." Quinn was sure if Sebastian had been the man at the ball she would have recognized him, even with a mask. Besides, the man at the ball had been shorter than Sam, and Sebastian wasn't. "Can you talk to my brother and find out what's going on? I know he wouldn't want to talk to me about it. He thinks I've never even heard of s-e-x."

"What makes you think this high school friend's visit was about s-e-x? Maybe they were just catching up on old..." Finn saw the look his wife was giving him. "Okay, yeah, scratch that. It's your brother we're talking about. I can try talking to him, but what do you want to know, exactly? You've never been interested in the details of your brother's sex life before."

"That's because I don't care about his sex life. I do care about his romantic life, however. If he's giving up on the man from the ball, I want to know why and what we can do to help."

.

Sam had some charity event to get ready for, so Sebastian had to leave. Sebastian didn't mind, though. Of course he would have liked to stay in bed with Sam all day, but he knew how it was. There was charity stuff he couldn't get out of either and he was "only" a count.

The important thing was, he knew he'd be seeing Sam again soon. They were going to be together. Sebastian had long since given up hope of it ever happening, but then they made love today and...and Sam felt it too, he knew it. Sam hadn't wanted him to move afterwards. He'd wanted to stay full of Sebastian's cock and his come forever.

The Count of Smythe had the biggest smile on his face when His Highness finally opened the bedroom door. "Ryder will show you out," the prince said. "Thanks again for coming."

"It was my pleasure," the count said. Ryder looked at the floor while the two kissed. At least they had pants on now. Ryder was still kicking himself for not managing to slip the prince his jar of oil before...well.

The count didn't lose the goofy grin as Ryder led him away. "Ryder..." he said, putting his arm around Ryder's shoulder.

"Yes, sir?"

"Ryder, I'm in love!"

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

Sebastian dropped his arm. "What!?"

Ryder covered his mouth with his hand. He couldn't believe he'd said that out loud! It was true—he really liked the count for some reason, and he didn't want to see him get his heart broken—but it was so inappropriate to say anything! "Nothing."

"You don't think he feels the same way. You heard him scream for me, didn't you?"

"I apologize if it sounded like I was implying something when I clearly don't know anything and it's none of my business in any case."

"Damn right you know nothing about it."

"Yes, sir."

"Damn right."

.

Dani smiled when she saw Blaine's number appear on her phone. Her mother was in the next room so she couldn't talk freely, but still. "Hi, Blaine! How are you this beautiful sunny afternoon? Don't you love the sunshine?"

"Is it sunny now?" Blaine asked. "I can't see outside from the break room but earlier it looked like it was going to rain."

Dani sighed. "Fine. But what I mean is, in general don't you love sunshine!?"

It took him a minute to catch on. "Oh yeah, she's the best. Listen, you're not gonna believe—"

"Do you want me to text you the number to call so you can start your lessons?"

"Yeah, that would be great. Listen, I was up in the attic this morning—"

"I just think it was so generous of that girl you met last night to offer to work with you!"

"Yes, but Dani, would you please shut up for a second! I just found out my father had another son!"