The Wings of a Butterfly

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“I noticed something...”

Frederick didn’t look up from his new toy -Simon’s cellphone. “Hm?”

“Your speech. You begin to sound just like me.” Julian sat cosily close to the blonde, looking at what the man was doing. The battery would last long anymore, but already the guys were setting up a small wind generator, they had promised.

Dainty fingers tapping the screen -he had learned the words- Frederick called up some pictures. Julian called them photos, and he had tried to explain how they were made. They weren’t paintings or drawings. Julian had joked something about small imps painting very fast, but he had slapped him for thinking he could fool him like that. There was a lot he didn’t understand, but that was fine. Julian didn’t understand it all either.
“Of course I begin to sound like you,” Frederick said, distractedly. He took a good look at the buildings and strange horseless coaches. He was amazed by how it all looked. Especially the clothes. He had always liked fashion. This was so different... Even the women were wearing breeches of some kind! “I hope I will begin to look like you as well... What are these, Jules?” he pointed at one of the shiny metal boxes on black wheels.

“Cars,” Julian said. “We use them as transportation. They go really fast.”

“Where are the horses?”

“Oh. Hm. We found a way to reduce the horses, so we don’t need them. One horse has one horsepower, and some of these cars have two-hundred or more in them. That’s what makes them go so fast.”

Frederick lowered his toy, and stared at the distance. “But two-hundred horses will not go faster than one,” he said thoughtfully. “It is a fact. They have their limits, so why would two-hundred of them go any faster once they are reduced?”

“We only use the horsepower,” Julian explained patiently. “Imagine one horse, but then two-hundred times faster. That will give you the idea.”

Frederick tried to imagine it, and his eyes grew wide. “That is fast!” he exclaimed. “Why would one want to go that fast? And you can survive that?”

“Obviously,” Julian laughed. “We often have to visit different cities or even countries. We want to go there quickly. Life goes fast, in my time.”

“What are these called?” Yet another photo of people gathering between high buildings.

“Jeans.” As Frederick pointed at different things, he said what they were called. “T-shirt. Sneakers. That’s a motorbike.” It went on and on; Frederick was tireless and highly intrigued. “And now the battery is dead.”

Frederick pouted. “Did I kill it?”

“No,” Julian laughed, patting his thigh. “It’s an expression. Simon will recharge it for you, as soon as he can. Better put it away safely now. We don’t want someone else to find it.”

As it was a great excuse to see what the other two were doing, they went to the house at the edge of the grounds. From the outside, the building looked unimpressive. The windows were closed off with wood and stone. The field around it was full of thorns, grass, and wild flowers. But the door was sturdy, and closed hermetically. No one could break in, not easily anyway. No one would try. It looked empty.

Greg opened the door. He had looked through the spy-hole first, of course. “Hi! Welcome, welcome! We made coffee... you’re just in time.”

“My toy is dead,” Frederick pouted, holding up the phone. “Can you revive it?”

“Not yet, but we’re making good progress,” Greg said. He took the phone, and led the way deeper inside. He climbed the stairs to the attic, where Simon was sitting on the floor, surrounded by wires and metal pieces. “Careful where you tread.”

Julian and Frederick tiptoed between the parts, looking for a place to sit. They found chairs under a bunch of wires and some empty boxes. Fascinated, the blonde looked at what Simon was doing.

“How will you disguise it?” Julian asked. “You actually brought an actual wind generator with you! It will stand out like a flag, I fear.”

“We’re still thinking about that,” Greg said. “But first we’ll see if it works, before we waste time on problems like that.” He gave Simon and Julian coffee, and Frederick tea.

“What does it do?” Frederick asked. Everything fascinated him, lately. He loved learning the new words and all the purposes of those strange devices.

“It will make electricity,” Simon said. He liked Frederick. “Have you ever felt a static shock, when you’re wearing wool and touch a metal surface? That’s electricity. We know a way to increase those shocks, and store the energy. It can be used for many different purposes.”

“But it hurts! Would it not be extremely painful if you increase it more?”

“You shouldn’t touch it,” Simon said with a shrug. “That’s what all these wires are for. They’re insulated; they’re protected. You won’t feel shocks as long as you don’t touch the metal inside.”

“In our time, we use electricity for everything in our houses,” Greg said. “There are many ways to make it, and we know how to make it useful. That little toy runs on it as well. But you didn’t feel shocks, did you? That’s how good we can store it.”

Frederick nodded, completely in awe. “I wish to see it all,” he said, slightly breathlessly. “When will you be finished?”

“At this rate, a few weeks,” Simon sighed. He put his tools down, and stretched his back.

“A few weeks?” Frederick turned to Julian, putting up sad, big eyes. “I want it sooner! I want to go to your home with you...”

“Patience, my love,” Julian smiled. “It took me a long time to come to you as well. It will go faster when we leave them alone. Shall we go horse-riding?”

Alone again, Simon stood up, stretching and moaning. “I’ve made a list of stuff we need. I’ll have to visit the city soon, I think.”

“You want to go for a pint,” Greg smirked. “We have everything we need right here. Be careful, okay?”

“I think I deserved it,” Simon mumbled. “And it’s still early, so I will be fine.”

It was early when he left in Frederick's private coach, but it was dark when he arrived in London city. Simon was left on a square in the middle of the town, and for a moment, he felt very much alone. He shivered as he began to walk. Alone, in a city he once knew. It looked so different... It smelled different, too. It still stank, but in a whole new way. The narrow, unpaved streets were remarkable crowded. Simon tried to blend in, walking with secure steps, as if he knew where he was going. Of course, he had no clue.
He tried to remember how he walked, so he would be able to find that square again. He would be picked up at dawn.

Avoiding most of the dirt, Simon found more and more drunk men lying in the gutter. He had to be close to a tavern, he concluded. Suddenly, he wasn’t very keen on going inside a strange building, and to face those odd-looking people. He slowed down, and stalled a bit.

“’Tis a very fine night...”

Simon jerked around, staring into the eyes of a smaller man close by. “It is,” he managed to reply. He swallowed nervously, frozen to the spot. His money was secure, and he didn’t carry anything valuable. But he wasn’t armed.

“Aye,” said the man, stepping even closer.

“I was going to drink some ale,” Simon said, taking a small step back. He tried to remember how he had to speak, but his memory faltered.

“Share a pot with me at the alehouse,” the man said. He made no other move, and apparently didn’t want to rob Simon. Simon relaxed a little.

“I could buy you a pot,” he said, thinking it would be good manners to offer him a drink. It would be good to have someone here to show him around. “I am not from around,” he continued. “Can you show me a good... alehouse?”

“Oh, aye...”

To Simon’s shock and amazement, the man reached out and took his hand, to play with his fingers for a moment. He forgot to pull back, staring at the man’s rough face.

“My name is Charles,” the man said. He smiled, and it looked pleasant. He had strong teeth, Simon noticed. He could just slap himself for noticing such a trivial fact.

“Simon,” Simon said. “Pleased to meet you.”

“It is,” Charles agreed, letting go of Simon’s hand. “I have gin at my home close by, Simon. Would you prefer some privacy, my dear?”

Although an alarm bell started ringing in the back of his mind, Simon rather had one man near than several strangers. “I would,” he nodded. “Thank you for your kind offer.”

Charles began to walk instantly, looking over his shoulder to see if Simon was following. He led the way to a house nearby, opened the door, and walked up the stairs to go to his home. He locked the door securely behind them.

Simon wasn’t daft. He had seen the bulging breeches, and he knew perfectly well what would follow. When the man pushed him against the wall and hugged him, he didn’t try to fight him off. He answered the embrace, much to Charles’ pleasure.

“My dear lad,” Charles mumbled against Simon’s cheek. He pushed his front against him, fondling his hips and butt.

“Gin?” Simon reminded him. He was dying for a drink, no matter how it tasted.

“Later,” Charles promised. His lips crept to Simon’s mouth, and he kissed him, pushing his tongue deep inside.

Simon spread his eyes wide open. He had read some stories on the internet about homosexual behaviour in this era, and he knew it was all about acting fast. But this was way too fast for him. He broke the kiss, yet not in protest, as he assured the man with caressing fingers through his hair. “Gin,” he said. He pecked another kiss on the full lips. “Now, not later. You can have me later.”

Charles grinned at him, leaning heavily against him. He still caressed his hips, and ground his front against him. He was hard. “I wish to bugger you,” he said with barely concealed lust, licking his lips.

“I would never have guessed,” Simon laughed softly. He lowered his hands to the man’s ass, and pulled him tightly against him, legs spread a bit. “You can bugger me with all your might,” he promised. “After a glass of gin.”

Charles closed his eyes, and sighed. “My sweet lad,” he whispered. He drew back with obvious reluctance, to get the gin and two glasses.

Simon walked away from the wall, opening his coat and waistcoat. He hung them over a chair, and sat down. He was aroused, and pretty pleased with himself. He was really looking forward to a good, hard fuck. It had been a while. In his own time, he never was this lucky, no matter how he tried. He just wasn’t the right type to be picked up. He didn’t go out much, either. “Thank you,” he smiled at Charles, accepting the glass.

The man sat close by, and touched his thigh. Simon spread his legs for him. His hand slid up, and toughed him through the breeches. Charles wasn’t thirsty. He was horny.

The drink tasted awful, but it spread a nice warmth through Simon’s throat and chest. He unbuttoned his pants with one hand as he sipped slowly from his glass. The man’s hand immediately slid inside, curling around his cock.

“How fat are ye,” Charles sighed, briefly closing his eyes. He slid deeper, fondling Simon’s testicles. “How heavy! Quick, my dear angel, finish your gin...”

Simon didn’t finish it, but he pulled down his breeches, and sat in the chair again, legs spread. Charles jumped up to undress completely. He was fully erect. Simon smiled surprised as he saw the gorgeous fat cock, trembling in anticipation. The man was already leaking. His ass stung delightedly. This could be very pleasant indeed...

“Come to bed,” Charles practically begged. He rubbed both hands in his loins, and shivered.

Simon sighed indulgently. “Okay, impatient fool... Where do you keep your cream?”

“Cream?” Charles blinked. “I have cream, but why would you require it?”

“Get it,” Simon insisted. “Without cream on your cock, you will not ‘bugger’ me.”

That was enough to get Charles into gear. The man hasted to get the jar from a drawer, and at Simon’s request, he applied a generous blob on his erection. “Now lay before me, my angel... I cannot wait much longer.” As soon as Simon lay face-down on his bed, he fell on top of him, embracing him from behind, kissing his neck and cheek. “My dear,” he mumbled. “My angel...”

Simon uttered a soft cry as the fat cock entered him. The cream made it easy for Charles to slide in completely and without stalling. It burned enormously, but it felt great. “Ah, yes!” he encouraged the man to fuck him, keeping his voice down.

Charles picked up a firm pace, sliding deeply in and out. “Simon!” he gasped against the side of his neck. “Never have I been so far inside! You are a true angel!”

Grabbing the man’s hair, Simon turned his head to kiss him. “Fuck me,” he ordered, breathing heavily. “Fuck me hard, and do it good... Make me come!” He rubbed against the hard mattress, wetting the sheets with his precome.

Far too soon, Charles reached his climax. Instead of drawing out, he pushed hard into Simon’s flexing rectum, making soft and mewing sounds of pleasure and surprise. Slightly panting, he lay still, eyes open without seeing anything.

“Are you done already?” Simon asked with a disappointed pout. “I want more, Charles...”

“And more you shall receive,” Charles mumbled. He sucked his mouth on Simon’s, moving his hips slowly. The ass was now wet and loose. He could fuck him easily. He sped up with every thrust, until he was slamming inside hard and fast.

Simon had to pull his head away to gasp for air. “Ah yes! Now you’re fucking me good... Mmm...” He lowered his head on his folded arms, and enjoyed the hot friction. As he spread his legs as wide as possible, he squirmed his hips, rubbing harder against the sheets. The heat spread slowly through his lower body, and his toes began to tingle. The sensation crept up his legs, up to his tail bone. He sighed and moaned as his climax built up like that. “I’m coming...! Shit, yes!”

Charles pushed his torso up, looking at the delightedly twisted face of his bed-partner. He grinned at the sight. The muscles cramped around him as if they milked him, dragging a groan from his throat. Again, he didn’t pull out as he reached his climax. He pumped out his good, delivering it deep inside the wonderful lean body of his new friend.

Simon shivered and moaned. “That was very nice,” he sighed with a pleased smile. Charles slid out of him, making him shiver again. He answered the embrace, allowing the man to turn him on his side, and he received the warm kiss with pleasure. “Just what I needed. A good, hot fuck. Mm.”

Charles just kissed his face, slowly caressing him with his hands. “You will not report me, will you, my dear angel?”

“Huh?” Simon opened his eyes, scowling. “Of course not, you fool...” He pulled him tight between his arms. “I want you again, another time. Can’t have you if I report you, can I?”

“No,” Charles agreed. He relaxed visibly. “You want me again?” he asked with a little, wondering smile. “When, my dear?”

Simon blinked once. “You don’t want me again?” he asked.

“Oh, aye,” Charles laughed softly. “As often as I can, Simon from abroad... When ever you come to visit London, I wish you would visit me for a delightful encounter like this.”

“I’ll go home at dawn,” Simon said. “So... I’ll be here for a bit longer.” He slid a hand between them, taking the limp, slick cock between gently kneading fingers. He was growing again himself, poking against the man’s stomach.

Charles smiled as he closed his eyes. He reached to Simon’s arousal, and stroked it slowly. “Then stay ‘til dawn, angel Simon. Stay, and bugger me in turn.”

“Mm... Will you return the favour?”

“I might...” He didn’t protest as Simon pushed him on his back, spreading his legs willingly. “This is not the proper way, Simon,” he said, but he barely meant it.

“Every way is the proper way, as long as I can enter you,” Simon murmured. He lubed his cock with the soft cream, and pushed slowly inside. His hands dug into the sheets as he felt the tight heat around his shaft, and he groaned. “Perfect...”

“Your cream is magical!” Charles gasped. He grabbed Simon’s hips, pulling him deeply between his legs. “I feel no pain...”

“Great. No pain is required,” Simon smiled. “Only pleasure, my dear.”

At the ‘my dear’, Charles cried out softly, and happily. “No pain, only love!”

“Oh, yes.” Simon began to fuck him slowly, leisurely increasing in force. “And such a loving hole you have, my dearest Charles...”

Charles shut him up with hard kiss, arms wrapping tightly around his shoulders and neck. Simon took it slow, taking his time to build up their pleasure. They climaxed at almost the same moment, in complete silence, only kissing each other hard and heatedly. Charles kept him inside for as long as his legs could keep up, constantly kissing him.

Simon hoped he would wake up before dawn, as he cuddled up between the man’s arms. But frankly, he couldn’t give a damn.