Page 24 of Vanquished By A Viscount
“I was speaking about the rain and the mud,” Gray snapped, raising his voice. “Whether you are here or not is inconsequential.”
Charlie laughed as if that was a ridiculous thing to say. He finished peeling out of his coat and tucked the heavy, wet, woolen thing aside. He wasn’t any more comfortable for doing so, though, and he ended up a great deal colder.
Gray also removed his coat. In doing so, he smudged mud across his face.
“You have a bit just there,” Charlie said, gesturing to the smudge.
“What do you mean?” Gray asked, glaring at him.
“Mud,” Charlie said impatiently. “You have mud on your face.”
“I do not,” Gray huffed.
“Yes, you do,” Charlie said, pointing at Grayson’s cheek.
Gray wiped the wrong cheek with the back of his sleeve, coming away with nothing. “Are you having a laugh at my expense?” he demanded.
“No, you twit,” Charlie huffed impatiently. “You really do have something?—”
He sighed, and instead of using words, he leaned forward and cupped the side of Gray’s face, wiping away the offending splotch with his thumb.
It was the wrong gesture to make in so many ways. Gray’s face was warm and familiar under Charlie’s hand. Leaning forward had necessitated the two of them sliding much closer together. And Gray had to make the moment entirely too heated by raising his eyes and meeting Charlie’s just as Charlie’s thumb was near his lips.
It was as if someone had ignited a firework in the carriage. Without warning, Gray lunged forward, grasping Charlie’s face in both hands and slanting his mouth over Charlie’s. Charlie’s brow shot up at the sudden power of the kiss, but after his initial surprise, not only did he not attempt to push Gray away, he actively grabbed at the man and kissed him back.
Within moments, Charlie was pushed back into his seat with Gray straddling him. Gray moaned wickedly as he deepened their kiss. Charlie echoed his sounds of pleasure shamelessly, parting his lips so that he could brush his tongue along the seam of Gray’s mouth. Gray accepted the invitation with a sound of relief and let Charlie plunge his tongue into his mouth.
Things only escalated from there. Their kisses were manic and hungry. Gray lowered his hands to undo the buttons at the front of Charlie’s jacket. He grew impatient with that almost immediately and lowered his hands to tear at the fastenings of Charlie’s trousers.
“Yes,” Charlie gasped before reason and sense could make an appearance. He pushed his hips up to help Gray get to what he wanted. More than that, he scrambled for the front of Gray’s trousers as well, mirroring his gestures in an effort to free his old lover’s cock.
He had no idea how they managed to accomplish their mission in the tight, wet confines of the carriage, but within a minute, their groans and sighs took on an entirely different character as each of them managed to loosen the other’s trousers enough to draw their straining erections into the open. Everything within Charlie sang with excitement at the feel of Gray’s thick member against his palm. He remembered Gray’s cock as if he’d had it in his mouth just yesterday.
Gray muttered something unintelligible against Charlie’s mouth as he wrapped his fist around Charlie’s cock and stroked it. The pleasure was enough to make Charlie lose his mind entirely. He grasped the side of Gray’s face again and kissed him as if punishing Gray for staying away from him for too long.
Gray responded by pushing his hand farther into Charlie’s trousers so he could hold and squeeze his balls. The pleasure was so good that it took every ounce of control Charlie had not to unman himself right away. He had no intention of losing hisload before Gray. To do so would have represented a defeat of a personal nature that ran deep.
He shifted his hand so that he could grasp his and Gray’s hard erections together. Gray caught his breath then moaned into Charlie’s mouth as their tongues warred as intensively as their hands. Everything was hot and humid and wonderful as Charlie stroked them. Gray rocked against him, shifting his hand to wrap around their cocks as well.
It was mad and wild. The two of them stroked and bucked while kissing and making sounds that would have embarrassed the gods. Pleasure built up inside of Charlie with such force that when he could no longer hold on to his control, his seed shot from him, wetting the bottom of Gray’s shirt.
Gray was only moments behind him. With a gasp and groan, he erupted, spilling what felt like a fountain of cum across Charlie’s hand and the front of his trousers. Charlie had forgotten how prolific his old lover was. He felt a second burst of pleasure as his body fought to release again, it was so good.
As the initial rush of the moment began to subside, Charlie groaned and sagged. Gray slumped against him, their softening members still pressed together and held by their exhausted hands. It was blissful and draining. Charlie shifted his free arm to circle around Gray, holding him close as he’d once done. He closed his eyes, wondering if he should be happy for the moment they’d just shared or if he should dread what would happen as soon as he opened his eyes.
Eight
Ecstasy. That’s what the moment was.
Ecstasy and humiliation.
Gray squeezed his eyes shut and rested his forehead against the seat behind Charlie’s shoulder. What had he been thinking to jump the bastard as if he were a cat in heat? And with only the provocation of being wet and enclosed with the man.
But no, it was more than the fever of the moment. It was the way Charlie had grinned at him after besting him in the archery contest. It was the perfect cut of the jacket the man had worn the day before yesterday, the way it accentuated the breadth of his shoulders, and the way the color of his neckcloth highlighted the hazel of his eyes. It was the manner in which he’d engaged Lady Winifred in some sort of humorous conversation the day before, the way his eyes had lit up, and the way he’d laughed at whatever his sister had said that morning.
Gray was a hopeless fool who risked going into some sort of rut every time he so much as thought about Charlie. The man had utterly conquered him, and it was embarrassing.
Charlie cleared his throat, moving his hand away from their soft cocks, which both of them continued to hold. That fact only strengthened Gray’s humiliation.
