A/N: Please note I am still in the hospital. I am getting better, but have no idea how long I will be here. I have several more chapters written, but sadly not typed into FF. PLEASE be patient with me, and forgive any mistakes in the following chapter. It is just to hard to edit properly. I WILL finish the story, I just need to get home, so I can type in the remaining chapters of this story. Trust me... there are some THRILLING things that will happen. Thank you for all the care and support. All the best, Lady Dragonsblood
Maxwell held Jason close as the mighty steam engine of the Great Southern and Western gave a long, loud blast of her whistle. Jason waved, even though Adam and Chris' window was on the opposite side.
Jason gave a deep sniff. "My baby brother is gone, love." He looked at Maxwell with a profound silence.
Maxwell began to lead Jason back to where their vehicles waited to be drive back home. "Love, he isn't gone forever. They will be back in two weeks."
Jason stopped walking. "No, Max. I know Adam will be back. I said my baby brother is gone. When Adam comes back, he will be a man. He will go to Chris with all the things he used to come to me with. Understand?"
Maxwell held fast to Jason's hand. "Yes love, I understand. Jay, don't worry. No matter what, there will still be things only a brother can help with. Come on, you need your ma." He started to walk, Jason followed.
"Thank you, love. That is why I love you. You always make me feel better. And, you're right. There will always be times when Adam will need me, and I will need him. He did look so… regal today. Fancy it, Max. My little brother is now a Lord. I am so proud of him." Jason spoke as they strolled along. They were soon driving back to the McMahon house. Jason and Maxwell would reward Highflyer and Locket with a good supper and grooming.
On the train, Adam was flabbergasted. They were in a large, private compartment. It was more like a comfortable sitting room. There was a small sofa of lush, deep red velvet. A small, low table of dark walnut separated the sofa from a pair of red velvet covered sitting chairs. The walls were paneled with clear oak. A large picture window showed the world passing by. If you wanted you could pull a pair of red velvet drapes over the windows. Lastly, in the far corner by the door was a wash basin. Fresh washing cloths and fresh towels hung neatly.
Chris smiled as Adam explored their compartment. "If we were taking a long trip, we could sleep. This sofa pulls out."
"This is wonderful, darling. I've only been on a train once. When we moved to London from Northwold, the old estate…" Adam was halted by a knock on the door. He stood behind Chris, a bit shy and to be honest a bit scared.
"Don't fret love, probably the conductor or a porter." Chris moved to open the door.
"For your Lordships, to congratulate you on your marriage, compliments of the Great Southern and Western Railway. Would you like me to open and pour the champagne, your Lordship?" A slightly older Porter spoke. He was dressed in a very formal tuxedo and wore it well.
Chris smiled and waved the man in. The Porter carried a huge basket that looked to be full of delicious treats, a bottle of French Champagne and a dozen deep red roses.
The Porter carefully put the basket down in the direct center of the low table. Adam knew by watching him, the man was an expert.
"No, thank you. We will save the champagne and enjoy it later. Please, be sure to thank the powers that be. My husband and I will enjoy this very much." Chris spoke in his more Lordly tone of voice.
The Porter smiled. "I will, Your Lordship. Congratulations. Ring if you require anything." He gave a deep nod and let himself out of the room.
Adam sat on the sofa next to the window. He pulled the roses out of the basket and inhaled deeply their sweet scent. Chris sat next to Adam. He admired how gently Adam held the roses. Adam was utterly amazing.
Adam felt Chris' eyes on him. He couldn't stop the blush that dusted over his cheeks. Chris reached over and tucked a strand of blond hair behind Adam's ear.
"You are the most amazing man I've ever met. I love you, so very much, my sweet kitten." Chris spoke softly. He gave Adam a tongue tangling kiss. He poured all the love he felt for Adam into it.
Adam melted into the kiss. The fingers of his free hand slipped up into Chris' hair. He let a soft moan escape as Chris renewed the kiss.
Both men started a bit when the train gave a lurch. They had arrived at the last station. After this, there were no stops till the ferry station at Dover.
Chris sat up and pulled his husband up with him. "Shall we see what we received?" Chris pulled the basket closer.
Adam nodded. "Yes, please." He still felt shy, but wasn't sure why. After all, it was just Chris, and it wasn't their first kiss.
Chris looked at Adam. "Love? What is it? Are you worried about something? Do you have train fever?" He caressed Adam's face with care and concern.
Adam looked down. "No, I don't have train fever. I am alright. Guess I am just not used to all this yet." He waved his hand to indicate the compartment and gift basket.
Chris smiled softly. "I would also venture to guess, a bit scared about… marital activities?" If he were totally honest, Chris was a bit nervous himself.
Adam ducked his head even lower and turned away from Chris. All the frightened blond could do was nod in the affirmative.
Chris gave a light chuckle. He reached out and softly cupped Adam's chin. He gently made Adam look him in they. "I will tell you the truth. I am a bit scared myself. You see… I… um… never… have either. It will be even more special because of that. So, there is no need to be scared or embarrassed. I got some expert tips from Roman." He gave Adam a sly wink and a gentle kiss.
Adam smiled when their kiss broke. "I'm glad… to know that. It does make me feel better. I… spoke to Mark and Seth. Now, lets look in our basket. When will we get to Paris?" He spoke in a happy tone. Adam was more at ease, now he knew Chris felt the same.
In basket contained, some expensive scented soap for shaving, plus two shaving mugs and two razors, with carved ivory handles. There were too fine Turkish hand towels. There was a one pound box of fine chocolates. Next, Adam pulled out a full box of fine, hand rolled cigars. Lastly, Chris removed a box with two decks of playing cards. Everything was branded in the crest of the Great Southern and Western Railway. It was a lovely, generous gift.
"I am going to save my shaving things. Jason will love them. Oh and look, I missed these. Cody will love one of these." Adam held up a box of GS&W branded matches.
Chris laughed. "I was just thinking along the same lines. Only I will give mine to Shane. He's just about ready to shave for the first time. We can split the cigars between poppa, father and poppa Mark too."
Adam nodded in agreement. "Let's play cards now. Oh, you never answered me. When will we get to Paris?" Adam opened the box of cards and took out the deck with the navy blue backs.
Chris shrugged. "Not really sure. Sometime after midnight. We have to option to stay in Calais tonight, or continue to Paris. I thought we'd see how we feel. Crossing the channel can get rough. I don't want you to get one of your headaches. Adam love, I have a suggestion. How about we… um… wait until we are at the chateaux. It is in Guernes, a bit northwest of Paris proper. Wait till you see it." He let out a bit of a sigh.
"You are so wonderful to me, Lion. Yes, we can see how we feel later. You're right, I do not want our wedding night spoiled by a migraine. Um… do you not want to… oh… never mind." Adam too sighed, but a for a very different reason. Maybe Chris didn't want to have marital relations with him after all.
Chris looked up from his hand of cards. "No, love. I want to, with you. I would do it right now if I could. I thought you would be more comfortable waiting. It will be a lot more… private at Pru's place. I didn't mean it any other way. You're so beautiful, I can't wait to make you mine, in all ways, my sweet Kitten." He leaned over and gave Adam yet another kiss.
"I'm sorry, Lion. I should have known you didn't mean it badly. I am not off to a good start as a husband, am I? I will get better, I promise. I do love you so very much." Adam spoke, then leaned over and gave Chris a kiss.
Chris chuckled. "You are doing a fine job. I will say, being a husband is nice. Alright, let's play." He looked at his cards, it was a great way for both of them to relax.
The couple had played rummy for half an hour. Adam suddenly realized something.
"Dover? We are getting off at Dover? I will be able to see the chalk cliffs?" Adam asked with unabashed excitement.
Chris gave a hearty laugh, as he played a card. "I was wondering when it would dawn on you. Yes, you will be able to see the cliffs. We will have supper there, at the ferry station cafe. I've booked us a cliff view table." He drew a card from the pile.
"I had my mind on other things. It just sunk it. You are too good to me, Lion. I can't wait to see the cliffs. I should have brought a sketchbook. I will see so many things to draw." Adam went from excited to wistful.
Chris grinned. "I need to use the WC. Don't cheat while I am gone." He put his cards on the table and gave Adam a kiss.
"I will ring for tea. I could use a cup." Adam arched his brow at Chris. He still wasn't sure about things.
Chris nodded. "Me too. It will be fine. Just ring. I won't be long." He got up and left their compartment.
Adam went over to press the button for service. Before he could blink, a knock echoed on the door. Adam opened it. The same older Porter was there.
"May I be of Service, Your Lordship?" The Porter asked with a polite smile.
"Yes, please. My husband and I would love a pot of tea." Adam was just as polite.
The Porter gave a nod. "Right a way, your Lordship." He turned and left.
Adam let out a sigh and sat down. That was his first time acting like a Lord. Adam realized, he was still the same person. He knew he would be alright.
Ten minutes later, Chris and the Porter returned at the same time. Chris waited while the Porter put down a tray with a tea pot, cups with a selection of sandwiches and cakes. There two plates, silverware and fine linen napkins.
"Ring you are finished. Enjoy your tea, Milords." The Porter gave a nod and left.
While Adam was occupied and poured their tea, Chris sat down. "Oh… I found this. Maybe you can use it." Chris held out a package for Chris to open.
Adam looked at his husband. "What? Where did you… oh you naughty man." He took the package from Chris.
Chris chuckled and put some of the food on his plate. "My right to spoil you." He gave a shrug.
Adam deftly untied the string that held the wrapping paper closed. He gasped as the paper fell away. "Oh Lion, thank you. It is beautiful. New pencils too!"
Chris had given Adam a leather bound book of blank pages. It had "OUR JOURNEY TO PARIS 1902" embossed on the cover. He'd also gotten a dozen different drawing pencils to go with it.
"I thought you would enjoy sketching our trip. It will be a special reminder. It was Shane's idea. He also thought you could write about things we see and do." Chris explained, and took a sip of tea.
Adam sniffed back some tears. "It is wonderful. Thank you, my husband. I will make a wonderful memory book for us. Shane was so sweet to think of it." Adam caressed the dark brown leather of the book with love.
After tea, Chris watched as Adam sketched a picture of the train they rode on. He worked from memory. Chris still could not believe what a wonderful artist his husband was.
Later, Adam woke up. Chris had packed up their gifts from the Railway into his large carpet bag. He was in the process of packing Adam's sketchbook in the blond's carpet bag.
"Hello, my sleepy Kitty." Chris spoke as Adam woke up from his nap.
Adam stretched a bit. "I didn't know I'd fallen asleep. Where are we?" He looked out the window of the rapidly moving train.
"Almost to Dover. About half an hour more. We can wash up. Porter just brought some warm water." Chris nodded to the wash basin.
"I need the WC first. Two down on the left?" Adam stood and stretched again. He felt refreshed.
Chris nodded and began to unbutton his shirt. It wouldn't do to arrive in a wet shirt. "Yes, second on the left."
By the time Adam returned, Chris had finished. The tawny blond slid back into his shirt. Adam lost his shyness and removed his shirt. He washed quickly but thoroughly. After he dried off, he let down his ponytail and brushed his long hair. Adam couldn't decide to leave it down or put it back up.
"Put it back in a tail. I don't want to share your glory." Chris gave Adam a wink.
Adam laughed. "As you wish, my Lord. Can you help? Make sure I get it all pulled back.
Chris smiled and took Adam's brush in hand. "So soft…" Chris cooed as he brushed Adam's golden locks. He pulled it into a neat ponytail. "… is it too tight, love?" He knew if it was too tight, it could cause Adam to have a headache.
"No, not too tight. It's perfect. Thank you, darling." Adam grinned as Chris tied the leather thong around the golden silk of Adam's hair.
Chris held the brush out to Adam. "Can you pull mine back, please? It just looks neater." He arched his brow at his husband.
Adam took the brush and began to brush Chris' shoulder length hair into a neat pony tail. "Too tight, Lion?" He too didn't want Chris to get a headache.
"It's fine, love." Chris smiled as he felt Adam tie the leather in place. Just as Adam finished, they felt the train begin to slow. They were nearing Dover.
"DOVER STOP IN TEN MINUTES. ALL OUT FOR DOVER… DOVER STOP in ten…" The voice of the Conductor faded as he walked down the car and made his required announcement.
Adam bent down to look out of the window where he stood. His eyes grew wide as the legendary white cliffs of Dover chalk came into view.
"I need to sketch them. But I don't have time." Adam spoke with a bit of sadness.
Chris looked at his pocket watch. "We will have nearly two hours here. You can sketch from the cafe window. Take your book with you." He nodded to Adam's carpet bag on the low table. Chris had a strange smirk on his face.
Adam cocked his head, but opened the buckle straps that held the carpet bag closed. He opened the bag and let out a gasp. "Chris? Why are you so good to me?" Adam pulled out a small leather bound pocket sized sketchbook. Adam's initials AJC-Mc were embossed in the lower right hand corner of the cover.
"Well, I thought you could carry this one around in your pocket easier. Then you can take your time drawing in the bigger book. So put that and a pencil in your pocket. You can sketch from the cafe." Chris explained with a shrug. He only wanted Adam's happiness.
Adam hugged his husband and kissed him soundly on the lips. "You are the most wonderful man on earth. You've spoiled me so much and I've done nothing for you. I didn't think to bring anything for you. I am a horrible husband." He gave a sad sigh.
Chris held Adam close. "I didn't expect you to bring me anything. You will give me your gift soon." He wiggled his brows with a lust filled look.
Adam flushed deeply as he understood what Chris meant. "You are a very naughty Lion. I hope… I… please you." He flushed even deeper.
Chris smiled softly. "I am sure you will. Oh we've stopped. Better get ready." He gave Adam a quick kiss. Chris then helped Adam into his suit coat, then put on his own. Both men looked like the handsome young Lords they were.
This time a younger Porter came to the door. "Ready to disembark, your Lordships. Your baggage will be loaded onto the ferry. Will you keep these with you?" He nodded to the two carpet bags.
Chris spoke. "Yes, please. We have a reservation at the cafe. Can you see them to the cloak room, please."
"Of course, your Lordship. Please, have a safe journey to Paris." The young man spoke with a nod. He picked up the bags and headed off to the cafe.
"It must be different to be in service on a train. I be you would meet all kinds of interesting people." Adam mused as Chris made sure there was nothing he'd forgotten to pack.
Chris smiled at Adam. "Yes, but you'd meet a lot of terrible people who treat the Porters like dirt." He had seen the way people acted when they thought they were entitled.
Adam nodded. "I suppose you're right. We just happen to be very nice people."
"That we are, love. Shall we?" Chris crooked his arm and offered Adam his elbow.
Adam laughed. "We shall." He took Chris by the arm. Together, they walked down the "hall" of the rail car. When they got to the exit, Chris went down the steps first. He then made sure Adam was safe.
The train station was a hive of activity. People chasing baggage, looking at connections or seeing family off, or greeting family that had arrived. Children were also being watched by parents or nannies. Adam held fast to his husband. It was a bit daunting. Adam wasn't at all used to such chaos.
Once they were away from the station, Adam began to look around. Dover was a lovely seaside town. He could make out the edges of the chalk cliffs. Adam also noticed there were only a handful of motor cars. Adam hoped motor cars were a fad that would soon go away. Horses were so much better.
Chris led them along a boardwalk that followed the distant coast line. When they came around a corner, Adam suddenly stopped. There, in all their magnificent glory were The White Cliffs.
Waves splashed upon the narrow strip of beach. Sea birds cried out and dove headlong into the sea to catch fish. The boardwalk ended at a café. It wasn't small, but it wasn't overly large. It simply looked like a nice, cozy place.
"Good, not too many people. I don't know why, but most got into town to eat. This is much better." Chris stated as they arrived at the door.
"I'm glad you chose this. I hope you have a full pocketbook, I am hungry." Adam stated with a laugh. His tummy rumbled at the smell of food.
"Oh no! I knew I forgot something! Guess we will have to share a slice of bread and a glass of water…" Chris spoke in a serious tone of voice, then laughed. "You can have anything your heart desires, love." He gave Adam a wink.
Adam rolled his eyes, with a chuckle. "At least our marriage won't be boring."
They entered the café located on a strip of land called the Samphire Hoe. It sat between two of the 350ft. high cliffs of chalk and black flint. The Dover cliffs covered an eight mile stretch. Dover being the point where Great Britain is closest to Continental Europe. On a clear day, the cliffs are visible from France, twenty miles away.
The waiter led the two young Lords to the best table in the café. There were full windows on both sides of their corner.
"I can see a lighthouse." Adam pulled his sketchbook and pencil out of his pocket.
The waiter spoke. "That is the Foreland Lighthouse, my Lord. Queen Victoria herself opened it."
Adam smiled. "Thank you. It's so beautiful here. You are lucky to see this every day."
The waiter too, smiled. "I am. Now, what would you like? Plenty of time before the ferry."
"Lobster, crab and the baked fish. You just can't beat ocean to table." Chris ordered with confidence.
The waiter nodded. "Matching wines, my Lord?" He arched his brow.
Adam shook his head. Chris spoke. "No thank you. Coffee will be fine." He knew Adam wasn't a drinker… because of his father.
"Very well, my Lord." The waiter smiled and went to give the order to the chef.
"I hope that wasn't too embarrassing. Not to order wine." Adam hung his head a bit.
Chris placed his hand on Adam's. "Not at all, love. I do understand. None of us are big drinkers. Seth rarely drinks. Just be you. Now, draw if you want." He spoke with encouragement.
Adam smiled and looked at his husband. "Thank you, love." He picked up his book and pencil and began to sketch the lighthouse.
Chris got lost in the way Adam's fingers held the pencil like it was the most delicate thing in the world. He also watched as Adam's eyes flicked from the window to the paper.
Adam didn't even flinch when the waiter brought the first course of lobster to the table. He couldn't help but notice Adam's drawing.
"That is incredible, your Lordship." The waiter spoke in a tone of awe.
Chris smiled with a husband's pride. "He is an excellent artist…" He paused, then cleared his throat. "Adam love, the food is here." Chris gently touched Adam's arm.
Adam looked at Chris. "What?"
Chris laughed. "Our supper has arrived and John here complimented your drawing." He'd learned the waiters name was John Hudson.
Adam blushed. "I am so sorry, John. I get lost when I start drawing. Oh this looks delicious." He suddenly remembered he was very hungry.
John smiled. "I said your drawing is incredible, your Lordship. You are a splendid artist."
"Thank you, very much." Adam returned the smile.
John left the couple to eat. An hour later, they ended the meal with chocolate mousse and more coffee. When they finished, Adam drew a bit more as Chris paid their bill.
"Ready, love? We need to get to the ferry." Chris stood next to Adam's chair. He had their hats and carpet bags in hand.
Adam stroked his pencil against the paper one last time. He closed the book and put it in his pocket. Adam stood and took his hat and carpet bag from his husband.
Chris started to protest, Adam stopped him. "Darling, I am capable. I do appreciate it though."
Chris chuckled. "Yes, you are. Let's go, time is slipping. I want a good seat on the ferry." The couple hurried off to the ferry port. It was a brisk but pleasant walk.
When they got to the port, a man in a naval like uniform held up a sign that said LORD C. MCMAHON. Chris led Adam over to the man.
"I am Lord Christopher McMahon. This is my husband, Lord Adam McMahon." Chris spoke in his more formal voice. He wasn't sure, was it good or bad.
"Ah. I have been looking for you. My brother, was the Porter who brought your baggage from the train. The Captain of the ferry has arranged a private saloon for your Lordships. If you would follow me." The young ferry worker held out his arm with a smile.
"Thank you, very much." Chris gave a smile and took Adam gently by the arm. They followed the young man to the ferry.
The ferry to Calais was called "The Queen". She had a steam turbine engine and could hold one thousand, two hundred fifty passengers. She not only had luxury appointed, public saloons, but several private ones as well.
Chris had forgotten about the private saloons because last time, he was with Prudence and several of the older orphans. The children wanted to be on the deck, so they could see everything.
As they walked, Chris recounted the trip. "… so Pru and I were soaked, but the children loved it. Would you rather be on deck?"
Adam chuckled. "No. I do not want to be cold and wet, even if it is the end of July. It was very nice of the Porter, his brother and the Captain."
"Yes, it was." Chris answered simply. He kept a firm grip on Adam as they boarded the crowded ferry.
In the middle of the deck there was a "building" where the passengers could be inside, in the large main saloon. It was lovely, but hard to see out of the huge windows because of the passengers on the deck. The young man led Chris and Adam to the back of the "building."
They went up a flight of stairs to the upper level. There were two doors on each side and one directly ahead of them. It was that door the young man opened.
"This is the Captain's special suite. As you can see, unabridged views with all these windows. There is a WC behind that door. I will bring you drinks, once we are underway. It takes just a little over an hour to Calais. Are you going on to the train? If so, I will be sure to look after your baggage." The young man spoke with a smile of pride. He enjoyed taking care of pleasant passengers.
"We aren't sure yet. When you come back with our drinks, I will let you know. Oh, could we have coffee instead of brandy?" Chris spoke as Adam stared out of the windows in awe.
The young man gave a nod. "Good. Hot coffee. I must go, I will be back soon, your Lordships."
"Thank you… um… your name?" Chris arched his brow.
The young man ducked his head. "Sean Waltman, your Lordship." He gave another nod and left.
Chris walked up behind his husband and wrapped his arms around Adam's waist. He rested his chin on Adam's shoulder. He grinned when Adam leaned back into his embrace. Chris tenderly kissed Adam's cheek.
"Chris, can we continue on to Paris? I think it would be better to get the journey over with. The we can rest, settle in then enjoy it. Unless it would inconvenience the staff at Prudence's chateaux." Adam leaned back more against Chris.
Chris nodded. He pulled Adam to a long leather sofa under the windows on the aft side. "That's fine with me, love. I can send a Marconigram from the train station. We will disembark at Guernes. The chateaux is only fifteen minutes or so from the small train station there. Pru said the would be prepared either way."
Adam curled up against Chris as they sat. The sun had just set. The sky was beautiful. He gave a bit of a start when the steam whistle gave a mighty blast.
"Be ready, it will blast again, then we will be underway. That was the five minutes to sail warning." Chris explained as Adam trembled.
Adam laughed. "It was so loud and sudden. I'll be ready next time." He pulled his sketchbook out of his pocket. "Mind if I sketch you, looking out of the window?" Adam asked his husband with a smile.
Chris chuckled. "Not at all. Want me to pose?" He loved that he'd made Adam so happy with the gifts.
"No, just be natural. I don't want you to sit still so long it begins to hurt." Adam began to scratch his pencil across the paper. By the time the next blast of the steam whistle, Adam never even noticed.
The ferry gave a bit of a lurch as it pulled away from the Port of Dover, and headed toward Calais.
Sean Waltman come into the private saloon and carried a silver tray with a pot of coffee, two cups, cream, sugar, spooks and napkins. He set the tray down on a small table with high sides. It kept things from sliding off if the crossing was rough.
"Would your Lordships like some biscuits or cake? Sean asked with a slight nod.
Chris looked at Adam. "Love, biscuits or cake?"
"What? Oh… no, thank you. I am still full from dinner. Thank you for the coffee." Adam looked at Shawn and smiled.
"No, thank you on the biscuits and cake. Thank you for the coffee." Chris too smiled at the young man.
"I will light the lights. If you need anything, just press the button." As Sean spoke, he lit several gas lanterns placed along the walls.
"Much better, thank you." Adam stated. He could see much better now with the added light.
"My pleasure, your Lordship." Sean gave another nod, then left the newlyweds.
Adam sipped his coffee and continued to sketch Chris, as he too drank his coffee while he watched out the window. Chris had always enjoyed traveling, but it was even better with Adam.
After about thirty minutes, Adam put the sketchbook back into his pocket. He smiled softly, Chris had fallen asleep, his head on his arm. Adam quietly got up and went to the WC. He was amazed such a thing could be on a ferry. He knew ships had them, of course, but not a ferry. Sometimes the stranger things amazed him.
When Adam sat back down, Chris stirred. "Oh, I must have dozed off. Did I spoil your drawing?" Chris stretched a bit. He poured a bit more coffee, he smiled, it was still hot.
Adam nodded for Chris to fill his cup. "No, not at all. I finished, then I went to the WC. Are you alright? If you want to stop in Calais, just say so, darling. It doesn't have to be my way. Marriage is a partnership." He worried that Chris was too caught up in pleasing him.
Chris smiled softly. "I'm fine, love. No, I think you were right. It would be better to all the travel done today. We can rest and relax at the chateaux. If had wanted to stay in Calais, I would have said so. I do know marriage is a partnership. I didn't want you to think I was trying to control you." He worried that he had upset Adam.
"I never thought that, and never will. But, there are times, when you will make a decision and I will obey as I promised a few hours ago. I did that, of my own free will, because I know anything you tell me to do is for my care and safety." Adam leaned over and sealed his words with a kiss to Chris' lips.
Chris took control and deepened the kiss. He gently laid Adam down on the sofa. Adam let out a moan of pleasure as Chris' body pressed against him. Both men felt the cocks waken as they pressed against each other.
Chris moved his mouth to kiss and nibble on Adam's neck, under his left ear. He let out a very unmanly moan.
Two hours later, Adam and Chris spoke softly, their heads against each other as they sped down the railway toward Paris.
Chris had sent a Marconigram to Pru's chateaux in Guernes. He knew a carriage would be waiting. It would be after one in the morning, but the travel would be over.
Then, Chris and Adam could truly begin their honeymoon in Paris.
A/N: At that time in history, the fear of traveling by train, was known as "train fever."