Page 91 of Bloom
“I’m not innocent either,” added Aleric. “I know what I like.”
Gautier watched him with a slight smile. “I won’t dance with you in case your Father starts wondering, and I’d rather skipdessert and go to my rooms. If you like, you can come by tonight and show me if you’re innocent or not. Or you can go to bed if you think you can’t handle a rough night.”
Aleric’s cock was hard, and he had to shift, trying to relieve the pressure. He liked it when bigger, stronger men were rough in bed with him. “The rougher, the better. It sounds like you’re trying to scare me off.”
Gautier leaned in, and his hand found Aleric’s thigh under the table to squeeze. “I just want you to know what you’re getting into. If you come to my rooms, the first thing I’m going to do is strip you naked and take you over my knee to redden your little ass.”
Thankful for the tablecloth hiding everything, he reached under to take Gautier’s hand and pull it up so he could feel Aleric’s hard cock. “That’s rather tame. You’ll need to work a bit harder to scare me off.”
Gautier squeezed his cock, and Aleric had to force himself to sit still instead of trying to thrust into his hand. “We’ll see what you say later. Think about it and don’t rush into it.”
With those parting words, like he was trying to steer Aleric away if he was more innocent than he was letting on, Gautier stood and left the Hall. Aleric’s coat was long enough to hide his erection, but he stayed at the table for a couple of minutes. Dear Elira, he hadn’t expected their little talk to take such a turn, and he was practically throbbing in his trousers.
He’d already made his decision. Like he was going to say no to an older, experienced man who was prepared to blow his mind.
After dessert, Aleric told Father he was going to bed and went to Gautier’s rooms instead. As soon as the door was closed behind him, Gautier picked him up, pinned him against the wall, and kissed him.
He hadn’t been lying about being rough. Once he’d reddened Aleric’s ass with his bare hand, it was only then the rope came out.
“I guess you’re not so innocent after all,” Gautier said later as he held up one of Aleric’s legs.
Aleric, thoroughly bound and with a load of cum on his face as he lay on the bed, couldn’t think of a proper response. Gautier’s fingers up his slick ass and the impending orgasm were taking up too much attention.
He went to sleep in his arms that night and was awoken before dawn. Gautier told him he needed to go back to his rooms before servants started coming around or courtiers got up. He could come back another night if he wanted.
“You need to be on herbs if you want me to breed your ass,” Gautier whispered before kissing him and reaching around to squeeze a cheek.
Fuck yes, Aleric wanted his ass bred. Just not with the result that could appear nine months later. Age might have been just a number, but he didn’t want to have a baby at eighteen. The wise woman outside of town made the herb pasties he preferred for protection.
Gautier was everything he wanted from a man in bed. He had the stamina to keep up with Aleric’s libido, their kinks aligned, and he taught him a few things as well. Gautier said he was a natural submissive too. After a couple of weeks, he was hooked, although it was mostly on the older man’s cock.
If they’d stopped at that point, Aleric’s attention likely would have wandered elsewhere since he was young, and he’d gotten a few hard fucks, spankings, and loads to swallow, often while tied up in creative positions. Except after a couple of weeks, when Gautier came to his room instead, Aleric didn’t feel like having sex since dinner had left him with a stomachache that wouldn’t quite go away.
They ended up playing cards and talking. If Aleric had said that to some of his previous bed buddies, they usually would have left since there wouldn’t be any sex. Gautier seemed more interested in knowing Aleric, and he said in private, he could call him Alex. After they found they both had the same view on a couple of things, Gautier told him again that he seemed older than eighteen and more mature than some men with a decade on him.
They kept seeing each other at night, and unlike previous men who’d been in a hurry to get to the sex part, Gautier didn’t mind if they spent time with their clothes on for a bit. There were a few nights when they ended up simply going to sleep together.
After a couple of months, Lord Gautier admitted he wished Aleric could live in his rooms so they could have a proper relationship. In the past weeks, they’d been careful to not say or do anything in public to keep things a secret.
“I could move in,” he said that night.
“You know we can’t,” Gautier said beside him in bed. “I already told you. Your Father wouldn’t like this.”
Aleric shifted against Gautier’s side and stared at the circle of light on the ceiling from the crystal lantern on a table in the corner. “If you want us to be together-”
“Regis isn’t going to say that age is just a number. What if he calls me a cradle robber?”
Aleric rolled his eyes. “I’m an adult. There’s no law against us, and I think it’s quite clear we get along in a lot of ways. You’re also Father’s friend, and he knows you’re a decent man. It’s not like you're a random courtier or a stranger I found in Côte. It was also me who approached you. That’s hardly robbing the cradle.”
“Listen to me.” Gautier propped himself up on his elbow, and Aleric rolled over to face him. “I know you’re an adult, and you’re mature for your age. Regis also knows you’re an adult, but Iknow he still sees you as a child in some ways. He’s not going to like his son being with a man who’s twenty-two years older.”
“He already knows you, and-”
“I understand. I also know you’re far more mature than most men your age, but you’re not a Father, and I don’t think you’ve looked at things from his point of view. You haven’t been an adult for that long, and even though you seem older than you are, he’s had you since you were a baby. Parents often tend to look at their sons and daughters as children for longer, and it’s hard to let it go. If you tell him anything, he’ll roll his eyes and say you’re being silly and how you should be with someone your age. He’ll remember when he was your age and had little crushes or people he wanted to be with. He’ll also remember how much lust and the desire for companionship can be quite strong, but it doesn’t always mean anything.”
“If you want us to live in the same rooms and have a real relationship where we’re open, I think that’s a little more than lust. I’m aware some might wrinkle their noses when they think of the age gap. It’s a minor matter. I also don’t care about their opinion. It’s not them I’ll be waking up next to in the morning, and they don’t get to decide how I live my life.”
“Your Father isn’t going to think like you. An eighteen-year-old, in his mind, might spend a few months with someone and then part. It might be messy too. He doesn’t see you like I do, and he can’t, because he’s your Father. I’ve known Regis for many years, even before you were born.”
