Stung: Winter Special by K.A. Merikan

Author:K.A. Merikan
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: erotica, gay, victorian, class, lover, mm, mansion, lovers, soldier, reunion, ring, alternative history, reunited, social class, social gap

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Crunch smiled as he chewed on a delightful scone with clotted cream and jam. He asked Victor whether he had honey, but the boy wasn’t impressed by the teasing. Crunch had a feeling that it was rude to eat in Victor’s room and pay no respect to Mr Sheppard senior, but he figured Victor knew what he was doing. And Crunch would probably not be able to ogle his lover in a nightshirt otherwise. He kept getting distracted and yearned to slide a hand under the fabric. Victor was so… available. The garment slid up his thighs as he casually leaned back in his chair, and the knowledge that bowing down would be enough to see Victor’s family jewels got Crunch into the state of pleasant pre-arousal. The boy smiled at him over his sandwich as he picked up a small folder and pushed it across the table into Crunch’s reach.

“Pick one.”

Crunch raised his eyebrows, but opened the folder. He started browsing through photographs of Victor in all his finery. Crunch had never seen him in clothes that fancy. Victor even had stage makeup on in some of them. He never knew anyone who romanced someone so unusual, so fine. Crunch drew in a sharp breath when warm fingers stroked his hand.

“You could have more if you can’t decide.”

Crunch looked down at a photograph of Victor with kohl-rimmed eyes and a collar made of feathers. “Most of ’em don’t look like ya.”

Victor grinned at him. “How come?”

Crunch gently poked Victor’s ankle with his bare foot. “I dunno. Yar not such a peacock. And on the subject of cocks, I’d rather see ya naked in one of those pictures.”

“Would you now?” Victor narrowed his eyes with a sly smile. “That could be arranged. Wouldn’t they be too obvious though?”

Crunch pouted. They would. But he still wanted them. He chewed on his scone, while watching Victor rise to his feet and walk over to a bookshelf. “Do you have one of yourself?” he asked, pulling out two volumes and reaching deeper into the shelf, past the row of books.

Crunch swatted his hand at him. “Nah, why would I?” he asked with his mouth full.

Victor pulled out a small copper case and sighed. “To give one to me?”

Crunch wasn’t sure what to say to that. He knew Victor found him fuck-worthy, but he wouldn’t say he was exactly a picturesque kind of man. “Hmm…” was all he had in him for the time being.

“What? I could keep it on my dressing table.” Victor sat back by the table, set the case in front of him and moved his finger over the front. There was a quiet, metallic clang, and the lid jerked up, uncovering the contents of the decorative box.

“I doubt yar pop would fancy that.” Crunch said, but leaned back, wary of the machine.

“Silly, it wouldn’t be indecent. I would keep the indecent one here, with the rest of my personal collection,” Victor said with a grin and pulled a photograph out of the box.

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