Trapped

Chapter 3-2

Tristan sat on the chair in the room that they always used and waited for Samuel. He had six hundred pounds in his pocket, and the key to extremely pleasant lodgings not far from his home. His fingers tapped nervously on his leg. When the door opened and Sam finally walked in, his breath came in a whoosh of relief. He stood and went to take the man’s hands, but it was immediately clear that there was something wrong. Sam’s crystal clear eyes were normally glowing, excited, and filled with passion and focused on him with gratifying intensity. Now, he was glancing around anxiously and Tristan was sure that his hands were shaking a little. He opened his mouth to speak, but Samuel shook his head, almost imperceptibly, and his eyes telegraphed alarm. As always, he cupped his face in his hands and kissed him. Tristan sank into the kiss and wrapped his arms around him. Samuel moved a little and then pulled his lips free and buried his face in Tristan’s neck and spoke in the quietest whisper.

“We are being watched…no, don’t look, just know we are being watched.” He pulled his face back and looked directly into Tristan’s eyes and then kissed him again before burying his face in his neck again. “Unless you don’t mind being watched, pretend you just want to kiss or something like that.”

“What do you want today, my lovely,” Samuel said, and pushed his hands through Tristan’s hair. Tristan was so hard he could barely function. The thought of being watched was terrifyingly arousing. It was not something that he had ever thought of, but now the prospect presented itself he could scarcely breathe. Samuel must have read something of his excitement because he smiled and there was genuine affection in his eyes.

Tristan cleared his throat. “Lay me on the bed and kiss me. I want you to lie on top of me and kiss me.”

“Do you want me naked?” Tristan watched as Samuel gave the tiniest shake of his head.

“No, I like you clothed. You know that.” Tristan smiled and winked as he walked to the bed. He pulled off his coat, which was an effort given how well tailored it was, and laid it on the chair. He pulled off his cravat and unbuttoned his shirt. He could see Samuel watching him and when the man swallowed and licked his lips Tristan swelled even harder. He had no idea why someone would be watching. If they meant to use the information against him it was already way too late, so Tristan decided to put his trust in Samuel, in the fact that the man would not place him in any danger. He took off his shoes, laid on the bed, and opened his legs. Samuel didn’t hesitate, he crawled up the bed and laid directly on top of him, lining up their c***s as he did so.

“Like this?” he said in a normal voice. “Am I not too heavy for you?”

“Not at all. I want your weight. All of it. Now kiss me.”

Samuel sprawled on top and Tristan lost his breath for a moment. The man was heavy. He coughed and Samuel lifted his chest a little. He stroked Tristan’s hair and laid his lips against his. Tristan was lost. Kissing was so terribly intimate. The sharing of breath and taste with another man never failed to stagger him. He allowed himself to be absorbed into Samuel’s heat, his mouth, his passion. After a while Samuel gentled the kiss and started nibbling his ear, which made Tristan moan.

“I have to leave tonight. A man named Mosely is watching and he intends to take me once we are done. I cannot stay. If you have changed your mind I understand.”

Tristan arched his neck and moaned loudly before kissing his way along Samuel’s jaw. “I have money in my pocket and I have rented rooms for you,” he whispered.

He felt Samuel go still and then squeeze him tightly. “Keep your back to the wall with the picture if you don’t want him to see.”

“Won’t he be suspicious if we don’t do anything?”

“People come here for all manner of activity.”

Tristan smiled up at him. “Touch me here,” he said loudly, and indicated his n*****s. Samuel grinned and kissed his way down to the flat discs and then licked and nipped at each, making Tristan arch and moan again. He kissed his way down Tristan’s stomach but pinched tightly at his n*****s making him gasp. Samuel came back up and kissed him on the mouth. He unbuttoned Tristan’s falls and pushed his hand inside taking firm hold of his c**k making him gasp even more.

“Like this?” Samuel murmured.

“More, more,” shouted Tristan, throwing back his head.

Samuel stifled a snort of laughter but set about tugging him. He buried his face in Tristan’s neck. “Kick up a fuss. Say I’m doing it wrong. Start knocking me about.”

Tristan almost laughed. Knocking him about? He luxuriated in the feeling of Samuel’s warm hand on his c**k for a moment and then pushed at him. “Not like that, you oaf. What are you doing? Why aren’t you doing it like you usually do?”

Samuel sat up and ran his hands through his hair. “I’m sorry, my lord…”

“Well, sorry isn’t going to make me come, is it? Get off me, you bloody i***t. Get off me.” He wriggled free and hoisted up his breeches.

“Come now, do you want my mouth? My c**k in your arse?” Sam said in a mock wheedling tone that was frankly hopeless. Tristan could only hope whoever was watching didn’t know him very well. Sam leaned closer and whispered, “Say you want a three.”

“I want something different tonight,” Tristan said, lifting his chin and looking down his nose. “It will take more than you to satisfy me tonight. I want two.”

“It will cost you.”

“Do you imagine that I care about that? Go. Go and find me another.” Tristan waved his hand imperiously. “But kiss me first.”

Samuel leaned closer and crowded him with his body. “Run,” Tristan whispered. “Run and go to my house.” He whispered his direction.

“I can’t leave you here.” Sam peppered Tristan’s face with kisses.

“Of course you can. I’ll just kick up another fuss and leave. Tell the footman you have a private appointment with me.”

Samuel hesitated and then nodded almost imperceptibly. “I will find just the man for you and together we will give you a night to remember,” he said in his dreadful acting voice. The man would never make it on the stage.

“See that you do.” Tristan watched Samuel back out of the room. He remembered that he had a part to play so he arranged himself on the bed and stuck his hands in his drawers and rubbed. His c**k was completely limp by now. He was so bloody terrified for Samuel. As he lay rubbing himself he saw a flicker of movement from the painting that sat on the wall opposite the bed. An idea struck him.

“What’s that?” he shouted, launching himself off the bed, clutching his breeches, and peering up at the painting. There was a definite hole in the black of the woman’s dress. “Dear God, am I being spied on? What kind of establishment is this?”

He buttoned his falls and dragged open the door. “Tolson?” he bellowed. “Tolson, get in here now and tell me what the hell is going on. I demand to know what is going on and why someone is f*****g well watching me. Get in here now!”

His acting skills were clearly superior to Sam’s as there was a mad scramble. A couple of young men he’d seen about before came running, and even a couple of the women who served the clientele. All of them making soothing sounds.

One of the young men, a small dark-haired pixie grabbed his arm. “Oh, sir, we are at your service! Did Henri not suit tonight?” And then he was surrounded by apologetic servants until Tolson arrived to take control of the situation. The staff were dispersed, and Tristan allowed himself to be appeased. He decided against the offer of another prostitute, paid his customary tariff, and made as elegant an exit as possible given the fracas that had ensued. He made it outside and sucked in a lungful of night air before hailing a hackney, praying that Samuel would be waiting for him when he got to the house.