Page 89 of Trained Royal
“It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not.” Freddie slapped Damon’s shoulder. “You’re supposed to tell me when I’m an idiot.”
Damon rolled his eyes. “You’re an idiot.” His reply lacked the humour he was usually known for, and Patrick could tell their relationship was treading a fine line.
“Okay, what we have to do,” Patrick said, changing the subject, “is to go around, and each of us says one thing we like and one thing we dislike. If someone agrees with you, they put their hand up but are not allowed to choose the same thing when it’s their turn. When everyone has had a turn, we go again.” He grinned. “I’ll go first. I enjoy playing the piano,” He paused, waiting to see if anyone put their hands up, which they didn’t, “I hate popcorn.” There were several gasps, but no one raised their hands. He glanced at Kieren.
Kieren blew out his breath. “I like yoga,” He paused, and Eddie raised his hand, “and I dislike travelling in any way except foot or bike.”
Patrick inhaled. “What? I thought you just didn’t like planes.”
Kieren licked his lips and shook his head. “Not a fan of travelling at all. If I could walk or bike everywhere, I would.”
Patrick leaned in and kissed him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
“It’s fine. It’s one of those things I have to get used to, unfortunately.”
Patrick decided to try to find other ways for them to do things from then on. If they had to use something else, it would be a last resort.
“I like cake,” Oscar said. Everyone’s hands went up, and they all laughed. “I dislike cats. Could be just because I’m allergic, though.” Damon raised his hand.
“I didn’t realise that,” Freddie said, looking at Damon.
“I’m not allergic, but I don’t like them.”
Christian sighed. “I like—”
“Reading!” they all shouted, and George and Oscar raised their hands.
Christian chuckled. “I dislike ereaders.” No one lifted their hands.
Freddie was next. “I like classical music.” Patrick raised his hand with a smile, though no one else did. “I dislike rock music.” Damon and Timothy raised their hands.
“I like Indian food,” Damon said. All but Eddie and Mav lifted their hands. “I hate cheesecake.” No one raised their hand. Unsurprisingly.
They continued in the same vein until everyone had a turn, and when Patrick started the next round, other party guests joined them. It took longer the second time around because, by the time they reached the last person, the entire party guest list had a go. Patrick had learnt that Robert hated bananas, Timothy detested reality shows, Kean loved porridge, and Kendal wanted to live in a chocolate house. At least that’s what it sounded like when they shouted “CHOCOLATE!” as something they liked.
When people started leaving, Patrick and Kieren followed suit, leaving his cousins behind. He sent Kendal another happy birthday and a wave, and Kieren drove them home.
“I wish you’d told me about travelling,” Patrick said.
Kieren shrugged. “I can’t do much about it, really. It’s part of everyday life, and even if I wanted to never get in a car or bus or train again, it wouldn’t be feasible. Too many things are too far away to walk or bike. I don’t mind. It’s just not my favourite activity.” Kieren glanced at him and winked.
Patrick laughed. “Yes, I think I know your favourite activity now.” Thinking of it had Patrick’s cock getting hard. “I can’t wait to get home,” he murmured.
As they walked through the corridors of Bagshot Park, their shoulders bumped, they caught each other’s eyes, and when the door closed behind them, Patrick pushed Kieren back against it. He was still careful of his injury, but he knew Kieren wanted to feel the slight bite of impact play. He’d been mentioning it for the past couple of weeks. That night, Patrick would give him another taste.
“Remove your clothes and kneel on the floor at the bottom of the bed, resting your stomach and chest on the mattress.”
Kieren swallowed. “Yes, Sir.”
Patrick watched him head for the bedroom, and he followed at a slower pace, fetching two bottles of energy drinks and some fruit from the fridge before joining him. He placed them on the bedside table within reach, and only then did he look at Kieren’s sensually posed naked body. Licking his lips, he moved to the built-in wardrobe, where he had a supply of floggers.
“This is the same one we used last time. I know we were going to try others, but as you’re injured, I don’t want to push you too hard. We can experiment over time, okay?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Patrick could hear the anticipation in Kieren’s voice already, and he smiled. He laid the flogger in Kieren’s line of sight while he undressed, giving him the chance to study it and think about how it could be used. When Patrick was naked, he stopped behind Kieren and ran his hands over his ass and back, soothing him and reminding him to use his colours should he need to.
