Page 18 of Seduced By a Scoundrel

Derrek completed his preparations then climbed into bed with Jeremy. He took exceptional care not to get too close to him nor to touch him, which required him to lay as close to the edge of the bed as possible. There truly was enough room for the both of them, provided they kept to their own sides.

Jeremy did not keep to his own side. They both fell asleep quickly, but Derrek was awakened after what felt like no time at all as an arm flung across him. The flailing gesture was accompanied by Jeremy’s light snoring, which told Derrek the man was genuinely asleep and not trying to tempt him. He shifted to his side, carefully lifted Jeremy’s arm, and returned it to his side of the bed.

A short time later, the flailing happened again, only this time with a leg. Derrek had a harder time moving Jeremy’s leg away, but he managed to tuck his bedmate away again.

Then Jeremy rolled over entirely.

By that point, Derrek was beyond exhausted and only passingly amused by his friend’s antics. Jeremy was clearly blissful in slumber, he just would not stay to one spot.

On and on it continued through the night until Derrek finally lost his patience entirely. Instead of returning Jeremy to his side of the bed, he pulled the man over him like a blanket and clamped his arm around Jeremy’s waist to keep the two of them snuggled tightly.

That seemed to do the trick, and the rest of the night passed in relative peace. Jeremy snored on, and Derrek managed to close his eyes and drift away as well.

In the morning, as the first bits of sunlight stirred Derrek, always a light sleeper, from his dreams, another problem with their sleeping arrangements became apparent. Jeremy was still sound asleep, tucked against him…sporting the most magnificent cockstand. As soon as Derrek realized what the thick, warm spear pressed against his hip was, he burst into a broad smile.

“Well, well, my little dove,” he murmured in a sleep-heavy voice. “It seems you have been hiding quite a bit in those bespoke breeches of yours.

A wealth of erotic imagery flitted through Derrek’s still sleepy imagination. He tended to prefer taking the active role in lovemaking, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have a use for a good, solid cock. A man liked to look at what he fancied, after all, and taste it as well.

He growled low in his throat as his own morning wood twitched harder at the thought of rolling Jeremy to his back, pushing his thighs apart, and feasting on the meat that was on offer. He could practically hear Jeremy’s moans of pleasure as he rushed closer to orgasm.

As if Jeremy was a part of his thoughts, the man let out a plaintive whimper and moved his hips slightly. Derrek’s smile grew as the quick, slightly unfocused frotting against his hip continued. Jeremy mumbled something that could very well have been a name. With any luck, it was his name.

He was certain Jeremy would come in his sleep, but with a sharp intake of breath, Jeremy popped awake, instantly aware of his situation.

“Good Lord! I am so sorry,” he gasped, scrambling back from Derrek until his back was pressed against the wall that the bed was wedged against. He gathered as much of his nightshirt and the bedcovers, which had slipped down, as he could and held them in front of his groin. “I am so terribly, terribly sorry.”

Derrek chuckled and threw aside the bedcovers so that he could get up and leave Jeremy to deal with his morning surprise however he wanted. “It happens to the best of us,” he said with a smile as he stood.

A good man would have been discreet, but Derrek wasn’t entirely convinced he was all that good. He made certain Jeremy had an eyeful of his own erection straining against the thin cotton of his drawers, even scratching around his balls to draw attention to it, before heading for the door.

“I’ll just wash up and fetch water outside,” he said, acutely aware of Jeremy’s wide eyes staring at the thick outline of his cock and the small wet patch near the top of his drawers.

He left Jeremy to his thoughts and fancies and headed straight outside. The morning was still cold and dewy, but that didn’t stop Derrek from walking past the water pump and into the edge of the forest. He didn’t need the concealment, not really, but as soon as he found a friendly tree to lean against, he tugged at the drawstring of his drawers, took his freed cock in hand, and stroked until the kiss of pleasure brought on by a quick orgasm had him feeling relaxed again.

He took a moment to catch his breath and shake his head over how easily he was able to bring himself to completion with thoughts of Jeremy in his mind’s eye. He sincerely hoped that Jeremy was back in the cottage, treating himself to the same morning pleasure with thoughts and memories of him.

Once he recovered enough to piss, tidy up, and fetch the water he ostensibly went outside to get, he returned to the warmth of the house. Jeremy was already dressed and had fires in both the stove and the fireplace, but it was evident to Derrek that his dove hadn’t made good use of his hand to relieve his tension. Jeremy was as tight as a bowstring.

“We need to make our way to market at some point today,” he said quickly and thinly, not looking at Derrek. “Aside from washing soap, candles, and lamp oil, we need milk, flour, and everything else to stock a kitchen so that we can fend for ourselves.”

Derrek paused on his way to the bedroom to dress. “Do you know how to cook?” he asked before ducking through the doorway.

“As it happens, I do,” Jeremy called from the other room as Derrek gathered up his clothes for the day. “I’ve been a bachelor for all of my adult life.”

“Most bachelors have a maid or housekeeper to cook for them,” Derrek said as he changed his drawers for breeches and tucked in a warm shirt.

“True,” Jeremy’s voice rang from the other room. “I have never felt comfortable relying on someone who might spill all my secrets if they felt I’d wronged them in some way, though.”

Derrek frowned as he sat to pull on stockings. “You have the boys who work in your tailoring shop.”

“They have a vested interest in protecting both me and themselves,” Jeremy answered, sounding like he’d moved to the table. “And besides, I feel as though I must have a care for them. I do hope they are eating well while I am gone.”

Derrek grinned. So Jeremy, like a great many of the rest of them who were eligible for membership in The Brotherhood, kept himself safe by surrounding himself with other men who needed their secrets kept and who relied on him for care and camaraderie.

“I suppose in circumstances like that, learning to cook would be a benefit,” Derrek said, finishing with his shoes, then standing and heading into the main room.

Somehow, in the short time he’d been dressing, Jeremy had laid out a small feast of the items they’d brought with them from The Chameleon Club for breakfast. There was tea and toast and somehow eggs as well.

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