Page 40 of Love, Will

“What?” Henry asked in shock.

I told him about my conversation with Richard that morning, about the new house I had acquired for Anne and about renouncing acting.

He listened attentively and shook his head in disapproval several times, but did not utter any words until I was the one who introduced silence into the room.

“Will, you are a very talented actor. Whenever you are on the stage, you make me believe in your character and I want to follow you in the struggles and love affairs. You are better than Kempe or Burbage. You cannot give up!” he insisted.

“There may not even be a theatre anymore,” I said.

“That is not possible. As your patron, I will take care that you have a shareholder position at the new theatre. I vow this to you,” he said while standing up.

“No, Henry, you are not my patron any longer.” I jumped from my seat as well. We were now facing each other, staring at one another with only a few steps to separate us.

“Then what am I, Will?” He gazed at me, hurt glinting in his gaze.

I negated with my head, thinking. “I do not know...”

“Will,” he said while stepping towards me, “This is it… I am to be a father and cannot spend any more nights away. This is our last chance at happiness.”

“Happiness?” I huffed. “Where can you see it, Henry? Since I most definitely can’t. My boy died while I was too busy fucking you. Then you tell me you need heirs, so you go make them, and now you come to me for happiness? What the hell am I to you?”

My heart pounded in my chest, with pain, anxiety, everything I didn't allow myself to feel. It came rushing back like an angry river, twirling my guts in its wake.

“You are my love,” he said, slowly approaching to kiss me gently on the cheek. “I apologise, Will, I was selfish. I thought by coming here everything could be as it used to, just for one night. I wanted to make one memory to last me for a life. I am sorry,” he said, looking deeply into my eyes, drowning me in the deep-sea-green.

He puckered his lips in regret or shame. I could not quite figure it out, but nodded to greet me and turned towards the door to leave. One step, another step, three more and he would be out of my life completely.

“Henry, wait,” I heard myself say. “Let’s make memories.”

I pulled him towards me and pressed my lips hard on his, claiming his mouth. This was not a moment to be gentle. We did not have all the time in the world and our bodies gasped for each other. I pulled the golden cord that held his cape and almost ripped open the tunic while he focused on kissing my neck, leaving tiny bite marks in his trail.

Shirts were off immediately and we threw each other on the bed, filling our mouths with wet kisses and back scratches. Henry panted under me, my weight crushing his hips, and underneath I felt him desiring me. I moved my hands over his pecs; they had grown considerably since the last time I touched them. He was no longer a boy but a strong man, capable of winning a sword fight.

His abdomen had become rock hard, making it even tastier to lick. While doing so, I dived my hand into his pants and grabbed ruthlessly, making him moan. Within the next second, his pants were off and once again, I had him completely naked before me, panting, waiting and looking at me with those enormous eyes. Pleading for my touch.

I bowed onto him and kissed his lips slowly, then turned him on the bed. He curled under me like a feline, desiring the moment to come sooner so I caressed his back while getting ready and pushed into him. He swore, hissing. By all the gods, how I missed that tightness, that I never felt but with him, his body pulling me inside, sucking me deeper and deeper. When I reached my fullest, I stopped for a moment, allowing him to adjust, but his backside pushed into me, wanting more.

“Fuck me Will, like never before,” he demanded, while extending his hand to grab my arm. I reached out to him and our hands joined while I started to push into Henry.

I felt my cock twitching with pleasure, filling him more and more, deeper, stronger. I pushed hard, so hard that my testicles slammed in between us and I felt a small tang of pain. I wanted him to have the whole of me inside and I would push until he could not take it any longer.

I slammed viciously, for all the moments I missed him, for all the times he was not there, for all the sleepless nights. Henry moaned, then rasped, trying to hold his temper and not make so much noise, but I thrusted into him so deeply that the bed shifted, slamming him against the wall.

Between the closed space and my body, he had no room to move, to escape my vicious movements, so Ipumped into him so deeply that his back arched and he started screaming. I grabbed his hair and pulled roughly, riding him harshly until I spilled all my resentment against him. Only then I let go and he turned toward me, face flushed, gasping for air.

“My turn,” he said with a wicked smile.

Henry and I made love all night, taking turns to satisfy each other, and when the sun started to rise, he fell asleep on my chest. I spent another hour caressing those smooth golden locks before I gave way to sleep.

When I woke, the room was empty. The only sign of Henry’s presence the night before was a blue velvet purse on my desk. “I will always cherish this moment, Will. Please do not protest, this is what patrons do. With love always, Henry” I opened the bag to find it full of coins and emptied it on the desk. He had given me a fortune, sixty pounds, to be exact.

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