The Wings of a Butterfly
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Adult +
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22
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited. Laevi of Theed
13
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The others were, in fact, playing cards. The time machine with its large screen was softly humming in the background. When they didn’t send something through the wormhole, it didn’t take as much energy anymore. The men had been working night and day, the past few days.
A nearly empty bottle of scotch changed hands again. Simon was a little drunk already, but Greg had more stamina, and was still bright. He threw another card on the table. “Do you think Jules has that blonde in the sack by now?” he asked.
“I don’t give a fuck,” Simon answered. “You know him as well as I do. Once he’s determined, he gets what he wants. So yeah. I think he has fucked him already.”
“That would mean a change in history,” Greg said thoughtfully. He had won the hand, and collected the cards. “Vane won’t marry, probably. A whole branch of his pedigree will cease to exist.”
“We’re still here,” Simon said with a shrug. “Either nothing happened, or it didn’t influence our existence.” He spoke the words carefully, as his tongue didn’t want to co-operate anymore. “So now what will we do? Make it public?”
“What... Make it public that we created a working time-machine? I have been thinking about it...” Greg divided the cards, and sipped from the bottle. “But I think we should keep it to ourselves for a bit longer. I dread to think about what will happen if more rich dudes want to travel to the past.”
Simon chuckled drunkenly. “Hear ye, hear ye,” he joked. “Time travels for a tuppence. Don’t miss the next ride, folks!”
“Indeed. We should prevent that. All joking aside; I would love to go there myself, and create the reverse. Now that would be the ultimate invention, Simon. A way to travel up and down as we like... Ah, I’m getting excited at the thought.”
“Yes, yes!” Simon nodded so hard, his glasses slipped down his nose. He pushed them up again. “We should get a Georgian house nearby, and use it as our secret head quarters. We can appear in 1758, like Lewis, and use his money to build another machine to return to now. Then we can go back and forth as we please! Greg! What a great idea!”
“You’re drunk,” Greg soothed him. “It would be dangerous.”
“You’re too sober,” Simon sputtered. “Can we at least make a start and see if it’s possible, Greg? Ah, can we? If we find a house, then Lewis can buy it, so we’ll know for sure it’s empty! We can send stuff to 1758 so we’ll have everything we need!”
“Heh.” Greg smirked at his partner’s enthusiasm, but he had to admit he liked the idea. It was a stupid idea, of course, but with the way Simon brought it, it sounded plausible. “Sure, Simon,” he said. “We’ll write a letter to Julian, and inform him of our plans.”
Simon instantly forgot the cards. He stood up to get paper and a quilt, and returned. He gave it to Greg. “Here’s ink. Write it down now, before we get too sober and forget what we came up with.”
“Hm. Okay, Simon, I’ll write the letter. Help me with it, alright?”
*
Frederick moved restlessly through his study, while Julian read the letter. “I do wonder how those letters keep appearing, Julian,” he said. “I asked my servants, and again they assured me no one has brought it in. They are getting suspicious, and so am I. I do not have another admirer, do I?”
Julian smiled without looking up. “No, darling. I wish you would stop asking your servants about it. It will happen more often, I’m afraid. I’ll explain it when the time is right.”
“When will that be?” Frederick walked to Julian’s chair, and pushed the letter aside so he could sit on his lap. “What does it say?”
“It’s from my friends,” Julian said. He wrapped one arm around the blonde’s waist, and read the rest while the man looked at the paper as well. “They want me to buy a house near your manor, so they can come here as well. It seems I have some work to do.”
“What an awful hand,” Frederick commented, losing interest. He nuzzled Julian’s cheek, demanding attention. “We can look for a house today,” he said, between giving little kisses. “Tomorrow my tailor will come to visit. Are you certain you can afford both a house and new clothes? You could rent a house instead of owning it...”
“I want privacy for my friends. And yes, Frederick, I can easily afford both.” Turning his head, he pecked a kiss on the man’s lips. He dropped the letter, to use both arms to embrace him. “Shouldn’t you meet Henrietta today?”
Frederick groaned. “Yes, and I do not want to meet her. I have no thing to say to her. I want to be with you,” he said, opening Julian’s shirt to slide a hand inside. He played with the curly chest hair. “I want to undress you...”
Smiling, Julian shook his head. “Later, my angel. You can undress me and make love to me later today.” Pulling him closer, he kissed him. Frederick answered and deepened the kiss immediately, sliding his inquiring hand between them to knead him through his breeches. It took a lot of willpower to pull away from each other.
As Frederick finally left the study, Julian stood up to walk to the mirror. He raised his thumb, telling the -hopefully- watching men he would do what they asked him. He also licked his lips, and winked. “I hope you liked the show,” he said with a grin.
*
“Wow,” Greg said with a smirk. “He certainly succeeded with that Vane, didn’t he? No way will that man marry a woman... He practically forced Julian to give him attention.”
“Yes.” Simon emerged, still blushing. He had turned away when the two had started to kiss. “He should be more careful, our billionaire. I hope he remembers he’s in another era. People got hanged by the neck for sodomy.”
“Really? Oh, dear... Well, I’m sure Mr. Lewis will be able to talk himself out of it, if he gets caught with his pants down.”
“Breeches,” Simon corrected him. He had studied the 18th century a bit, unlike Greg. “So now we wait for him to tell us which house he has bought, so we can do the same, right? I hope we can manage to get it. And that it’s still there.” Rubbing his forehead -all that scotch had left its mark- he sighed deeply. It sounded like such a great plan, that night. Now he saw nothing but trouble. “I need coffee.”
“There’s a fresh pot,” Greg gestured to the kitchen block. “Say, Simon... I never asked you before, but... What is your sexual preference? Gay, like our billionaire, or straight?”
Simon poured a coffee, and sipped it. “I’m indecisive,” he murmured in his mug. “Never gave it much thought. How about you?”
“Straight,” Greg said with a shrug. “So if you’re indecisive, you mean you are gay, but a virgin, right?”
“No, it means I never gave it much thought,” Simon repeated with a bit more urge. “I would appreciate it if we skipped this subject. It’s none of your business. Shut off that machine so we can rest for a change, Greg. My head is killing me and I want to sleep. I haven’t slept for weeks.”
For the first time since they started with the worm-hole, Greg shut the machine down until it was only humming in stand-by. Simon took his mug with him to his bedroom, to get some much needed sleep. Greg decided to do the same. Suddenly, he was tired indeed. He hoped Julian would be able to get a house nearby... Preferably on the same ground. There were small houses on the estate. They were empty and badly maintained. It would be perfect for their goal...
The others were, in fact, playing cards. The time machine with its large screen was softly humming in the background. When they didn’t send something through the wormhole, it didn’t take as much energy anymore. The men had been working night and day, the past few days.
A nearly empty bottle of scotch changed hands again. Simon was a little drunk already, but Greg had more stamina, and was still bright. He threw another card on the table. “Do you think Jules has that blonde in the sack by now?” he asked.
“I don’t give a fuck,” Simon answered. “You know him as well as I do. Once he’s determined, he gets what he wants. So yeah. I think he has fucked him already.”
“That would mean a change in history,” Greg said thoughtfully. He had won the hand, and collected the cards. “Vane won’t marry, probably. A whole branch of his pedigree will cease to exist.”
“We’re still here,” Simon said with a shrug. “Either nothing happened, or it didn’t influence our existence.” He spoke the words carefully, as his tongue didn’t want to co-operate anymore. “So now what will we do? Make it public?”
“What... Make it public that we created a working time-machine? I have been thinking about it...” Greg divided the cards, and sipped from the bottle. “But I think we should keep it to ourselves for a bit longer. I dread to think about what will happen if more rich dudes want to travel to the past.”
Simon chuckled drunkenly. “Hear ye, hear ye,” he joked. “Time travels for a tuppence. Don’t miss the next ride, folks!”
“Indeed. We should prevent that. All joking aside; I would love to go there myself, and create the reverse. Now that would be the ultimate invention, Simon. A way to travel up and down as we like... Ah, I’m getting excited at the thought.”
“Yes, yes!” Simon nodded so hard, his glasses slipped down his nose. He pushed them up again. “We should get a Georgian house nearby, and use it as our secret head quarters. We can appear in 1758, like Lewis, and use his money to build another machine to return to now. Then we can go back and forth as we please! Greg! What a great idea!”
“You’re drunk,” Greg soothed him. “It would be dangerous.”
“You’re too sober,” Simon sputtered. “Can we at least make a start and see if it’s possible, Greg? Ah, can we? If we find a house, then Lewis can buy it, so we’ll know for sure it’s empty! We can send stuff to 1758 so we’ll have everything we need!”
“Heh.” Greg smirked at his partner’s enthusiasm, but he had to admit he liked the idea. It was a stupid idea, of course, but with the way Simon brought it, it sounded plausible. “Sure, Simon,” he said. “We’ll write a letter to Julian, and inform him of our plans.”
Simon instantly forgot the cards. He stood up to get paper and a quilt, and returned. He gave it to Greg. “Here’s ink. Write it down now, before we get too sober and forget what we came up with.”
“Hm. Okay, Simon, I’ll write the letter. Help me with it, alright?”
*
Frederick moved restlessly through his study, while Julian read the letter. “I do wonder how those letters keep appearing, Julian,” he said. “I asked my servants, and again they assured me no one has brought it in. They are getting suspicious, and so am I. I do not have another admirer, do I?”
Julian smiled without looking up. “No, darling. I wish you would stop asking your servants about it. It will happen more often, I’m afraid. I’ll explain it when the time is right.”
“When will that be?” Frederick walked to Julian’s chair, and pushed the letter aside so he could sit on his lap. “What does it say?”
“It’s from my friends,” Julian said. He wrapped one arm around the blonde’s waist, and read the rest while the man looked at the paper as well. “They want me to buy a house near your manor, so they can come here as well. It seems I have some work to do.”
“What an awful hand,” Frederick commented, losing interest. He nuzzled Julian’s cheek, demanding attention. “We can look for a house today,” he said, between giving little kisses. “Tomorrow my tailor will come to visit. Are you certain you can afford both a house and new clothes? You could rent a house instead of owning it...”
“I want privacy for my friends. And yes, Frederick, I can easily afford both.” Turning his head, he pecked a kiss on the man’s lips. He dropped the letter, to use both arms to embrace him. “Shouldn’t you meet Henrietta today?”
Frederick groaned. “Yes, and I do not want to meet her. I have no thing to say to her. I want to be with you,” he said, opening Julian’s shirt to slide a hand inside. He played with the curly chest hair. “I want to undress you...”
Smiling, Julian shook his head. “Later, my angel. You can undress me and make love to me later today.” Pulling him closer, he kissed him. Frederick answered and deepened the kiss immediately, sliding his inquiring hand between them to knead him through his breeches. It took a lot of willpower to pull away from each other.
As Frederick finally left the study, Julian stood up to walk to the mirror. He raised his thumb, telling the -hopefully- watching men he would do what they asked him. He also licked his lips, and winked. “I hope you liked the show,” he said with a grin.
*
“Wow,” Greg said with a smirk. “He certainly succeeded with that Vane, didn’t he? No way will that man marry a woman... He practically forced Julian to give him attention.”
“Yes.” Simon emerged, still blushing. He had turned away when the two had started to kiss. “He should be more careful, our billionaire. I hope he remembers he’s in another era. People got hanged by the neck for sodomy.”
“Really? Oh, dear... Well, I’m sure Mr. Lewis will be able to talk himself out of it, if he gets caught with his pants down.”
“Breeches,” Simon corrected him. He had studied the 18th century a bit, unlike Greg. “So now we wait for him to tell us which house he has bought, so we can do the same, right? I hope we can manage to get it. And that it’s still there.” Rubbing his forehead -all that scotch had left its mark- he sighed deeply. It sounded like such a great plan, that night. Now he saw nothing but trouble. “I need coffee.”
“There’s a fresh pot,” Greg gestured to the kitchen block. “Say, Simon... I never asked you before, but... What is your sexual preference? Gay, like our billionaire, or straight?”
Simon poured a coffee, and sipped it. “I’m indecisive,” he murmured in his mug. “Never gave it much thought. How about you?”
“Straight,” Greg said with a shrug. “So if you’re indecisive, you mean you are gay, but a virgin, right?”
“No, it means I never gave it much thought,” Simon repeated with a bit more urge. “I would appreciate it if we skipped this subject. It’s none of your business. Shut off that machine so we can rest for a change, Greg. My head is killing me and I want to sleep. I haven’t slept for weeks.”
For the first time since they started with the worm-hole, Greg shut the machine down until it was only humming in stand-by. Simon took his mug with him to his bedroom, to get some much needed sleep. Greg decided to do the same. Suddenly, he was tired indeed. He hoped Julian would be able to get a house nearby... Preferably on the same ground. There were small houses on the estate. They were empty and badly maintained. It would be perfect for their goal...