The Wings of a Butterfly

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As this was England, the sun soon hid itself behind a layer of clouds. It began to rain softly. Although it was refreshing, Frederick insisted on going back to the manor quickly. They took a run for it when they were close, laughing as they tried to be the first to be inside. Frederick won. Julian secretively cursed the silly, heeled shoes. He would be more than happy to flop in a chair and relax.

Frederick took him to his library. It was beautiful, dark and cosy. They sat under a window with view over the park, in elegant chairs, close to each other. Julian had expected they would read, but the blonde continued his observation. He was no longer blushing shyly. He openly looked at his guest, taking in all details.
“Tell me more about yourself, Julian... About where you come from. What is it like, to be free like you said you were?”

“Free? Oh, I don’t know, Frederick.” Julian smiled, making himself comfortable. “There will always be laws, in any world. But it’s less strict, I feel. I was alone, and I did whatever I wanted to do. That’s why I decided to come to you. I had nothing to lose.”

“It sounds heavenly to me,” Frederick sighed. “What is it called, you say?”

Julian smiled. He was about to say ‘the 21st century’, but bit his tongue. “London, darling. Yet not the London you know. Tell me about your life... You are arranged to get married with a woman you barely know, and you live alone in this enormous manor, far away from London City. You have friends and family, but you are unhappy...”

“I am less unhappy than you feel, Julian,” Frederick said, echoing the smile. “I like the silence and the freshness of this estate. I rarely visit London City. It is filthy and it smells odd.” He curled his nose, looking cute and young.

“Hm... Yes, I can imagine.” Julian only knew what he learned from the history books and what he had read on the internet, but he could lively imagine the filth in the crowded streets of London. He wasn’t keen on visiting the city. “So what do you do, when you are alone in your enormous house?”

“What I do?” Frederick frowned a bit, surprised by the strange question. “I often read here. I also often invite my friends over for dinner, or I walk outside. I enjoy horseback riding as well. What would you do?”

Julian grinned a bit as he thought about what to say. It was difficult to come up with the proper answers every time, as his life had been so different, and he had to keep it a secret. “I like to read and to walk,” he said. “I have never been on a horse, though. Perhaps you could teach me?”

“I would be delighted,” Frederick nodded. “We could go fox hunting together! Shall I order some tea and muffins? We could spend the afternoon in the library. It is too wet outside to ride.”

Julian agreed it was an excellent idea. As Frederick went to order tea, he stood up to look at all the books, covering every inch of the walls. It would be a challenge to read these books, he soon discovered. Lucky most of them were illustrated.
As it was only his first day in this century, he didn’t miss his conveniences yet. He hoped he wouldn’t get bored soon. At least he had enough money to do things without relying on Frederick. As the man returned, Julian sat down with him again.
“I only have one outfit with me,” he began. He stopped when Frederick looked blankly at him. “Clothes,” he explained, pointing at his breeches and waistcoat. “Do you know a good tailor?”

The blue eyes lit up. “Oh yes, Julian,” Frederick said enthusiastically. “I know the best tailor of the country! Oh, I would be delighted to invite him here, and to order a few beautiful sets of clothing for you.” He clapped his hands. “What a good idea! He is expensive though,” he added with sudden worry. “I am not sure if you can afford it...?”

Julian laughed. “Invite him.” He almost said ‘phone him’, but realised in time that the phone wasn’t invented yet. “We’ll see if I can afford him or not. Can you give me an estimate of the costs?”

“It is very inappropriate,” Frederick mumbled, but he named the common price anyway.

Julian’s face went blank. “Really...” he said slowly. It was preposterous. In his own time, he was rich. In this century though, he was filthy, stinking rich. “I can afford him, darling,” he assured Frederick, as calm as possible. All he had to do was get a bag of money from that small room near the study, and as he had discovered when he waited for Frederick the first time, it would be easy. He had locked the room himself, with the key he had brought with him. He was quite positive no one would go in there. And if they would, his money was hidden well. The bags were far too heavy to move to his bedroom, anyway.

“Marvellous,” Frederick nodded happily. “I will write the invitation directly after tea.”

Later that afternoon, as Frederick went to his study to write his note for the tailor, Julian went to get a small bag of money from the unused room. He locked it up securely again, and hid the bag in his bedroom. That bag alone contained a fortune, he now realised. It made him a very happy man. He would be able to buy just about anything he ever wanted to have... What a great convenience.

“Done?” he smiled as the blonde came into his room.

“Yes. I also invited my friends for dinner. I would like them to meet you properly, and in privacy.” He stepped closer to Julian, looking up at him.

Julian tried to read his intentions, but decided he didn’t care if he was ‘forward’ or not. He wrapped his arms around the man’s shoulders, looking down on him with a warm smile. To his pleasure, Frederick answered the embrace, with his arms around Julian’s waist. “Do you think Wentworth will accept me, darling?”

“I have thought about that, I must admit.” Frederick moved his hands, caressing Julian’s back through his waistcoat. “I do feel he has difficulty with you. I do not understand why. I believe he is worried about me, Julian. Perhaps you can show him you are no threat to me.”

“But I am a threat to you,” Julian chuckled. “I want to dishonour you, and spoil you. I want you to be naughty with me...” To his pleasure, Frederick’s smile turned into a cheeky grin, rather than a shy one. He wasn’t sure, but it seemed he felt the man’s breeches bulge some more as well. He leaned in, and kissed him gently. Frederick instantly tilted his head, and parted his lips. He liked to kiss, apparently. Julian was happy to give him a long, deep kiss. When they finished it, he was certain he could feel a hardened bulge against his front. He moved his hips, and knew for sure.

“I have to make arrangements for dinner,” Frederick said softly, his gaze locked on Julian’s. “You can do whatever you want in my home, Julian.”

Julian sighed a little disappointed, but nodded. He let go of his hold, allowing the blonde to step away. “You make me feel warm,” he muttered, kneading his cock through the breeches.

Frederick grinned at it. “Likewise, Julian,” he said. “It feels very nice.” He blew him a kiss, and left the room.

Julian groaned as he fell on the bed. He was dying to come. He wanted to drag Frederick in his bed, to undress him, and to fuck him senseless. Sin my ass, he thought stubbornly. He wanted to make that man scream in pleasure...

With another groan, he got up again, and he began to walk through the manor. Apparently, Frederick was more than willing let him stay here for a while. He might as well look at the rooms. He already knew where everything was, of course. Only the decoration was different. As he walked into the kitchens, nodding at the cooks and servants, he got an idea.

One thing that bothered him from that very morning -silly as it may sound- was the fact he couldn’t brush his teeth. Since he was allowed to do what he wanted, he asked the cook for salt, baking soda, a bit of water and peppermint. He tried to remember all ingredients he had once heard about, but couldn’t quite recall. It would have to do. He brought it all up to his room, and mixed it up to some kind of acceptable paste. Then he took a cloth, ripped a strip off it, and wound it around his finger. It tasted foul, of course. But damn, it felt good.

“What are you doing?” Frederick had come in without knocking, and stared at Julian with a surprised smile.

“Cleaning my teeth. Try it, Frederick. It makes kissing even more enjoyable.”

The blonde instantly stepped closer, and took a strip of cloth. Julian warned him about the taste, but didn’t hesitate as he rubbed his finger over his teeth, cleaning them thoroughly. He rinsed his mouth with water, and smacked. “Very pleasant indeed!” he concluded surprised. “Prove to me that kissing is more enjoyable now, Julian. I can barely believe you.”

Julian was more than happy to prove it to him. He pushed him against the wardrobe, grinding against him as he kissed him deeper than he’d done so far. He felt the man grow hard with lightning speed. Pushing his hips between his legs, he rode up against him, rock hard himself. Frederick didn’t object at all. He duelled with his tongue, gripping his clothes to pull him tight, willingly spreading his legs for him.

“Gods you make me hot,” Julian groaned breathlessly, finally able to break the kiss.

“I have no idea what you mean,” Frederick replied, breathing heavily. He still rubbed up against Julian’s front. “But if you mean you feel all funny, and tingly all over, I can only say I feel the same.”

“I want you so badly...” Julian couldn’t possible stop riding up between the other’s legs. “I want you naked, beautiful. I want to fuck you so hard!” He whispered urgently, and moved a bit harder.

Frederick gasped, leaning his head in his neck. “Julian! Oh, what are you doing to me!”

Although Julian truly wanted to rip off the man’s clothes, he couldn’t stop himself. With his arms tightly around Frederick waist, he slammed his hips up against him, as if he was fucking him. Frederick trembled and groaned, occasionally crying out his name. Suddenly, the blond stiffened between his arms, and he uttered a raw, startled cry. The arms around his neck tensed, and he shook a few times. “Julian...! Oh!”

Julian stopped moving, and kissed him. “How did that feel, sexy?” he murmured with a smile, nuzzling him.

The blonde couldn’t answer immediately. He still shivered, gratefully leaning against the stronger body of his friend, answering the kiss with tired licks. “You were right,” he eventually sighed. “That paste does make kissing far more enjoyable.”

With a laugh, Julian put him down. “I’m glad you liked it. You made your pants all dirty now, didn’t you?” He was still bloody hard himself, but it would wait.

“My what...? Oh! My breeches.” Frederick looked down on himself, and shrugged. “I will change my undergarment,” he waved it away. He pulled Julian down for another long kiss, which tasted far better now. “You make me a sinner,” he mumbled, barely pulling his tongue out of Julian’s mouth.

“I didn’t even start on you yet,” Julian promised. He shut him up with yet another passionate kiss.