Page 14 of Moaning Under the Mistletoe
“Please call me Oscar.”
“Oscar.” Bennington grabbed his shoulders and hoisted him off the floor onto his lap. He moaned, loving being manhandled like that, and when Bennington kissed him, Oscar melted against him.
“Better?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Any time you feel sad, come to me.”
Oscar snorted. “And you’ll fix it with your magic cock?”
Bennington swallowed. “Um.” His gaze slid sideways. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Oh, now that’s a shame. I rather like being impaled by you.”
Bennington half-stood, softened prick still hanging out of his buckskins, and plonked Oscar on the seat opposite. “I would like to extend this understanding. Would you like to discuss terms?”
God, was Bennington always this bloody formal? But curiosity won out and Oscar couldn’t help wondering...
“To be clear, you want to keep fucking me and you want to put conditions around that?”
“Yes.”
“Like what?”
“You will only be with me and no one else until we are done.”
Oscar bristled. “Why?” He’d only just discovered the joys of owning a club. Was Bennington’s cock really worth such a restriction?
“I don’t want to risk syphilis. If you are clean now, and by God, I hope you are, then this ensures you stay clean and don’t pass any diseases on to me.”
Oscar hoped the sinking feeling in his chest wasn’t obvious. He’d assumed diseases like syphilis were restricted to relations between men and women, which didn’t apply to him, but if he was wrong, he hadn’t really been careful. Hopefully he’d been lucky. He nodded slowly, suddenly unable to speak.
“And I don’t like sharing. If you are mine, then you are all mine,” Bennington said.
Such possession shouldn’t be so hot. Oscar fanned his face because he could at least manage to flirt while panicking inside. Should he make an appointment with a doctor? But that would mean admitting what he’d been doing, and it wasn’t exactly legal. He knew enough to know that the recent Offences Against the Person Act had changed the definition of sodomy or buggery from requiring two witness and release of seed, to simply the act of penetration. He wasn’t going to admit to a doctor an act which could lead to his own hanging.
“Oscar?”
“Yours. For how long?”
“Shall we start with a month, and then renegotiate?”
Oscar nodded. He could stick with one person for a month, and then go back to his wild ways with perhaps a little more scrutiny than before. It would give him time to figure out how to protect himself in the future. “Sure.”
“Stay with me tonight.”
He wished he could. “I have a club to run.”
“Afterwards.”
“Or you could come to the club.” Oscar shrugged. It was better, logistically, for him to have Bennington come to him.
“No. I want you in my bed.”
“Why?”
“It’s safer. The staff will say nothing, and I can indulge myself without...” Bennington paused and Oscar nodded. The club might be safe in that they were careful who they accepted as members, but with so many people around, there was always a risk of being seen by someone who didn’t have everyone’s best interests at heart.
