The Wings of a Butterfly

.:14:.

Apparently, it was nothing new for Frederick to have a quarrel with Henrietta. To Julian, it seemed as if Frederick was the one starting it. Henrietta was very calm and collected.

Julian stayed well away, but he had taken a peek at the woman’s incredible dress and wig. Those ladies knew how to dress, and how to move in it. She looked like a ship, with the way she moved through the halls. Although Frederick had done his best on his own appearance, he looked bland compared to her.

The meeting took several hours, with tea and muffins, and a lot of anger from Frederick's side. When she finally left, the wigged blonde burst into Julian’s room, and threw himself on top of the reading man. “I hate her!” he cried. “Kiss me, Julian, I need it.”

Unable to avoid the lips, Julian kissed him as he demanded. “You’re unfair,” he said. “Henrietta is kind and patient, Frederick. Instead of yelling at her, you should tell her you won’t marry her. And tell your family as well. That will give you the rest you so badly need.”

Pouting, Frederick pulled his wig off, and cuddled up close against Julian. “Do you know what that would do to my mother?”

“Oh, she will be angry and shocked, I’m sure. But she’ll get over it, believe me. Even in the 18th century, people will get over something like that.”

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing. Can’t you just remain unmarried, without people questioning you? I mean.. Why are you supposed to get married in the first place?”

Frederick was very comfortable against his bigger friend, and had calmed down significantly. “Money,” he mumbled. “My family is rich, Henrietta’s family is wealthy. We have land, and so does her family. Our parents want to extend our properties by putting us together in marriage. And now I think about it, I believe my father expected I would never marry if he did not arrange it for me.”

“It may sound harsh, but your father is dead...” And his mother would be dead in five years, but he wouldn’t say that, of course.

“Yes. I miss him, Julian, but I know what you mean to tell me.” Frederick sighed, and pulled his arms a bit tighter around the broad chest. “I am twenty-six. I should have been married so many years ago...”

“Aren’t you glad that you didn’t, now you’ve met me?”

The blonde looked up, faintly smiling. “I have met you, but I do not know anything about you, other than you are the sweetest person I have ever seen. Julian... Where you come from, where ever that may be, how do people court? How do they decide whom to marry?”

“Mmh... We call it dating, and it doesn’t necessarily mean we will actually marry the one we date. But when we marry, we do it because we are in love with each other. Just as often we simply live together without the ceremony though. Men, women, it makes little difference...”

Frederick stared at Julian, eyes wide. “I hear you speak, but what you say makes no sense to me at all,” he said, shaking his head. “Take me with you, Julian. Please?”

Laughing, Julian cuddled him for a moment. “I will, as soon as I know how, sweetie. I promise.”

“Cross you heart?”

“As you wish, my love,” Julian said with a smile. He kissed him. “Anything you wish.”

*

“How will we make electricity?” Simon didn’t sleep much, and was in a dreadful, but thoughtful mood. “It’s 1758...” He was browsing on his laptop, making notes.

“Steam? Wind? If we’re hiding, we can send as many batteries over as we want. We could even send over a generator, but that would make too much noise.” Greg was drawing on a large notepad, trying to come up with a simpler, much smaller version of their time-machine.

“Both could work,” Simon nodded. “Sir Oliver would have to make us clothes, too. Are we going to be noblemen?”

“Rather not... We will have to be able to blend in, not stand out like those peacocks. We will probably visit London City a lot. It will be much cheaper and easier as well.”

“Good idea.” Secretively, Simon read a page about what those ‘sodomites’ did in the city. It was unnerving to read what happened if they got caught, but he quite liked the idea of how they preferred anal sex. Apparently, oral sex wasn’t preferred. He was no virgin, as Greg suggested. And he was far less ‘indecisive’ as he had said. It was more that he wasn’t sure what he liked better, being a top or a bottom. For what he read, those 18th century gays liked to be both equally. Nice...

Back in 1758, Julian had already found a house -or shed, rather- at the edge of the estate. It would do, if he enforced it enough to make it last through the centuries. He had to ask the men if it was still intact in the 21st century, or give them the exact location so they could build a shed of their own at the same spot.
As he thought of all the arrangements, making notes, he realised he was working instead of having fun. The reason he got here in the first place was to have fun, wasn’t it? He had spent a fortune on that blue-eyed angel. And he had only been with him like once.

“Frederick! Where are you?” Julian shouted through the halls, walking towards the man’s bedroom. He found him, completely undressed. Frederick was washing himself at the stand.

“You should not raise your voice,” he said accusingly. “You know I am always near.”

“Sorry,” Julian said, eyes raking over the lean body.

Frederick turned away from him, washing his legs. He leaned deeper as he reached for his feet. “What is it that you want, Julian?”

Julian groaned softly. He unbuttoned his breeches, and reached inside to squeeze his cock. “You,” he said, almost drooling.

Frederick finished, and dropped the cloth on the stand. “Me? What is it you want with me? Oh...”

Stroking himself, Julian kicked his pants aside. He saw the other arousing at the sight; Frederick's cock jerked up a bit, and hardened quickly. “Lie down on your bed,” he said. “Face down. I want to examine your little tight ass hole.”

“Are you a medic, Julian?” Frederick repressed a smile as he crawled on his bed, slowly, ass poking up until he lay down with spread legs.

“Oh, yes,” Julian said. “I’m the ass doctor.” He took the cream, and knelt between the man’s legs. “I examine sweet holes, and treat them with cream until they are relaxed and glib.” With the cream royally on the fingertips of one hand, he spread the pale cheeks and tickled the puckered muscle.

Frederick relaxed, lying with his head on his folded arms. He closed his eyes and smiled. “Mm... And what do you do, doctor, when my bunghole is relaxed and glib?”

One finger slid inside so easily, Julian used two almost immediately. He moved them in small circles, slowly entering deeper. “Then I will lie down on you,” he said softly. He looked at how his fingers moved in and out, with the pink anus flexing around them.

“Lie down on me, sir? Why?” Frederick licked his lips, slowly moving his hips up and down.

“To push my cock in your body,” Julian said under his breath. “To fuck you. Mm... You are relaxed today, aren’t you?”

“You mean you will stick your yard in my fundaments... and bugger me, sir?”

“Yes. That’s what I mean. I want to bugger you,” Julian said with passion. With his free hand, he greased his cock.

“But sir,” Frederick continued his little charade. “That is a sin!”

“I know...” The billionaire drew his hands away, and lay down on top of him, spreading the legs with his knees. “But it feels so good...” Gently, he pushed the head of his cock through the taut muscle.

“Oh! Julian... Careful!” Despite his plea, Frederick pushed his butt up, forcing the hard shaft to slip deeper. He cried out softly, obviously because it hurt him, but he didn’t stop pushing until he received the whole length inside. His rectum flexed around the intruder, trying to push it out. He shivered, grabbing the sheets between his fingers. “My sweet...” he moaned with a happy smile.

Julian gasped for air. Frederick was full of surprises... He’d never expected to be in bed with the blonde in such short notice, let alone being able to fuck him as soon as this. The young man was needy...
He tried to take it slow at first, so he wouldn’t hurt him, but Frederick didn’t want the same. Within minutes, he was slamming inside, with Frederick pushing up and down to increase the force of impact. And he was a virgin...?
“Slow down!” Julian protested, lying down heavily to stop the man from moving. “I don’t want it to finish so quickly...” He kneaded the butt cheeks, spreading them wider, and fucked him much slower.

Frederick squirmed in pleasure, breathing heavily, lips wet and parted. “You make me feel so warm,” he moaned. “I feel so good... It tingles, Julian, it itches deep inside...”

Sliding out completely, Julian watched the eager ass closing slowly. He pushed inside completely, and did it again. The flushing blonde moaned, every time he buried deep in his rectum. He repeated his action a bit quicker, thrusting between the spread legs, until he picked up a firm pace again.

Frederick's cry was approvingly and encouraging. “Jule! Do not stop again! I beg of you!” As Julian pulled him up on his knees, he pushed back hard to meet the thrusts. He cried out again when Julian reached around him to stroke him, but then he went quieter. Only gasps escaped his lips. He kept his eyes firmly shut, his head bent forward, and his body seemed to open up. “Oh, Jule...”

Julian was unable to make a sound for quite a while already. He felt the muscles kneading his shaft, making it hard to keep up his climax. Stroking Frederick distracted him enough, but at the same time it made it much more difficult. The blonde was coming, he felt. And it felt so good... “Ricky,” he said passionately. “Come for me, my beautiful angel...”

Frederick came, but he barely made a sound. He stiffened, fingers gripping the mattress, and he kept his eyes closed and mouth open. He shot his release into the sheets, squirt after squirt, until the force decreased and he was flowing over Julian’s stroking hand.

Julian came quickly after him, glad to let go. He pulled Frederick up in his arms, pressing hard against his back, biting his shoulder as he pumped out his climax. He filled the cramping rectum. As his sperm dripped out, he felt it against his thighs. He kissed Frederick's shoulder and the side of his neck. They both relaxed, but Julian kept holding him in his lap until he was completely flaccid, and slipped out. Wiped out, they fell down between each other’s arms, and kissed.

“Sinning feels marvellous,” Frederick murmured with a pleased smile.

“It always does,” Julian agreed. He felt warm and fuzzy, and pulled the sheets over them to keep the feeling. Frederick cuddled up against him. “What do you think, blue-eyed angel? Will we do this more often?”

“Mm...” Frederick still smiled, and he closed his eyes. “I wish you would walk around the house naked, my love, and you would bugger me in every room you meet me.”

“Naughty boy,” Julian laughed. “I like that idea. Keep that sweet ass creamed up, darling, and I will stick my ‘yard’ in it at every chance I find.”

Shivering, Frederick moaned. “I promise you that I will.”

Later that evening, after dinner, Frederick sent his servants away early. He left Julian in the drawing-room, and went upstairs. When he returned, he was naked. He stepped in front of Julian, and balanced the glass jar with cream on his erection. Julian undressed quickly, more than willing to give the blonde what he wanted.

The sofa creaked softly as Frederick's ass rhythmically slammed down on Julian’s lap, riding the cock with newly discovered pleasure.

Julian was over the moon. He’d fallen in love the very moment he saw him, and now he had triggered the man’s sexuality, it promised to be very pleasant indeed. Frederick drained him, staining him with the results of his delight, and he did it several times in different positions. He couldn’t get enough of it.

Far after midnight, they finally fell down on a rug, unable to move a muscle anymore. “You will kill me, if you keep up like that,” Julian muttered breathlessly. His balls were cramped, and he squeezed them in a hand to relax them. His cock stood firmly upright, as his prostate had swollen by all the orgasms. He was wet by perspiration and sperm, but his throat was dry.

Frederick was lying on his belly, legs spread a little. His ass was dripping as the spasms continued. “I am sore,” he mumbled against an arm. “So do not complain, Jule...” Reaching behind him, he slid a hand between his butt cheeks. “It is wet and warm,” he concluded with a pleased moan. “Is this what you meant when you told me to keep myself creamed up?”

Despite his weariness, Julian laughed. “Perhaps... I would be very happy to keep you creamed up like that, my horny angel.” With a grunt, he scrambled up, and he helped Frederick on his feet. “Off to bed,” he said, patting a butt cheek. “I’ll take a bottle of wine with me, and join you.”

Frederick's cock was swollen, and swung from left to right as he walked out of the room to go to bed. Julian followed quickly, taking his clothes and a bottle of wine with him. The jar was almost empty now, but he took it with him anyway. They could use the final remains later, perhaps. But it took only a few sips of wine to fall asleep.