Fitz smiled at him gently.“Then I hope for his sake that your Willoughby has a strong character.”He nuzzled against Rollo’s ear, his mouth tracing the delicate flesh; Rollo felt he never wanted move again.
“You haven’t mentioned you,” Fitz whispered into it.“Sometimes I think this slight body hides within it the strength of ten men, but I fear I shall test all ten of them in years to come.”
Rollo reached up to cup his lover’s coarse whiskery cheek.“All ten of us would be bereft without you.”He scratched his fingers against the bristly hairs.“I am your man, Fitz, until I draw my last breath.”
“Then, God help me, I am yours.”
They kissed, long and deep.Rollo clung to him, even though Fitz’s mouth tasted like an uncorked cask of old brandy.
“It will be hard, this business of loving,” he said as he came up for breath.“I am still young.And I am not always wise.And…and tend to speak my mind.”
Fitz’s mouth smiled against his.“Indeed, we shall often do battle with each other.I look forward to it.”
“Talking of battles,” Rollo pulled away to gaze about him.“What have you done with my papa?”
Fitz chuckled.“I sent him back down in search of a stiff drink and his lover’s comforting arms.Never seen the man quite so distraught.Or dishevelled.Anyone would think a big, warm heart beat inside that pillar of ice.”
“An enormous one,” Rollo confirmed.“He was prepared to scramble across this roof in my stead.”
Fitz’s dark eyes twinkled.“In that case, I’d have definitely jumped.”
“I put that argument to him.”Rollo traced a line across his lover’s strong jaw.“Being young and unwise, I decided to do it myself.And…” He wriggled a little.Truly, Fitz had a marvellous lap.“If you had received all my thousands of letters, you would see that I tried to explain my fears.I still have much to learn about life and…and I think that you have much to forget.”
“And I think you are demonstrating your vast wisdom already.”
Fitz’s fingers travelling over the front of his trousers was distracting, but Rollo pushed on.
“Yes, but having you living here and my Rossingley life over there, and London somewhere else entirely, will be damned tricky to navigate on occasion.And we can’t overlook that you appear to have made enemies of half the country.We’ll have to sort that out and I daresay make the odd recompense for it, just as we will also have to accept that I’m a damned foolish youth desperate to enjoy a few seasons.I intend to be the pink of theton.I am determined to get into all sorts of scrapes with Willoughby, which you may have to haul me away from.Undoubtedly, I shall quarrel with Papa when I do.And with you.”
Fitz smiled.“All three of us will disagree on many things.Your father and I have yet to find common ground.”
“You have more in common than either of you would believe.You just haven’t discovered it yet.What I’m trying to say, in far too many words when so very few would serve as well, is that I would be an utter disaster without you.If you had tumbled from this damned roof and died, I would never have forgiven you.”
Planting a last kiss on Fitz’s mouth, he brushed himself down and reluctantly clambered off Fitz’s lap.“And it goes without saying that the art world would have suffered enormously.”
Fitz fought a smile, Rollo could see it tugging at his lips.His dizziness had passed, but he wasn’t taking any chances; the skies were as leaden as ever and inside was calling.Reaching out a hand, he helped Fitz up.
“Say goodbye to the roof, Fitz.You shan’t be seeing it again.”
“You annoy me, pup.”
“And I plan on annoying you every day for the foreseeable future.”As he tilted his head up to meet Fitz’s eyes, a spot of rain landed on his nose.“But if it’s all the same to you, I’ll make a start from the comfort of the house.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
THEY MADE ITas far as the nursery, then Lyndon could hold back no more.Desperate hunger for the touch of his lover’s skin burned through his own.He pushed Rollo against a wall, and they kissed madly in a clash of lips and teeth and tongues.He began tearing at Rollo’s clothes.
“I need to take you, pup.”
“It’s been far too long,” gasped Rollo.“Eight weeks and a day.”
He wrenched off his cravat and wriggled out of his linen, exposing the milky-white skin of his chest.His small rosy nipples pebbled; Lyndon pinched one between his thumb and finger, tonguing, biting and sucking at the other.Rollo groaned his approval, his hands busy at the fall of Lyndon’s trousers.
“I need this.”He ran his hand along the length of Lyndon’s jutting prick.“I need you inside of me, tearing my soul apart with every thrust.These weeks without you, I have hardly imagined anything else.”
Lyndon yanked down Rollo’s trousers and drawers, scattering buttons.He swept his hands across Rollo’s flat belly and over his jutting hips.So smooth, so perfect.A body made for brazen display and wanton loving.But, above all, for Lyndon’s mouth.
Sinking to his knees, he ran his tongue along the length of Rollo’s slim, elegant cock.As Rollo writhed with pleasure, Lyndon’s mouth watered.“Already, I’m destroying you in my head, pup.”
