The Wings of a Butterfly

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The next day, Greg found his friend at the breakfast table, drinking coffee and eating toast. “Morning,” he smirked. “You look tired... And you’re blushing.” He sat down, looking at his eyes. “You, young man, had a great time, didn’t you?”

“Oh, yes,” Simon grinned in his cup. He sipped with a content moan. “Got picked up by a sodomite, and he happened to have a gorgeous cock and great stamina. And he liked to reverse roles, too.”

“Please, spare me the details!” Greg groaned with his hands raised. “Not as indecisive as you said, then, huh? I should’ve known. I hope you were careful...?”

“Careful? You mean rubbers?” Simon laughed aloud. “Got nothing to worry about in the 18th century, do I... Only keeping myself from getting caught. But Charles has his own place, and we kept quiet, so yeah, I was careful.”

“Charles...? I’m surprised you know a name, picking up a guy as quickly as you did.”

“Heh. Didn’t even made it into a pub. He saw me, wanted me, and took me home. It’s damn good to be seduced for a change, instead of making so much effort of it.” Simon sighed pleased. He looked very happy, and he was. “Well,” he said, putting his cup down, “I’m going to be in the city more often from now on. And now I have some work to do, I believe.”

*

Simon’s nice adventure gave him wings. He worked hard all week, creating a windmill out of wood, and disguising it in the top of a tree. Solar panels would be far too obvious. They would never be able to hide them or disguise them. Until they came up with a plan for that, they would work with the wind and the waterpower from a stream nearby.
It wasn’t enough to start the wormhole, but it was enough to charge the batteries. It went slow. There were a lot of batteries. To keep Frederick entertained and out of the workshop, Simon recharged his phone for him. The nobleman enjoyed himself with the camera, making photos of Julian and staring at the pictures Julian made of him. He loved that thing. Julian told him about television, laptops and internet, and he couldn’t wait to see it all.
For now, he had to be patient.

At the end of a week of hard work, Simon asked Frederick if the coach could bring him to London City again. A few hours later, he stood on the square, heart thumping, hands wet and his throat dry. He walked with more aim, this time.

It took a long time before the door was opened, just a crack. A woman of respectable age peeked through, looking at Simon with suspicion. “Yes?”

“Good evening,” Simon said as friendly as possible. “I am here for Charles. Is he in?”

“Charles…?” The woman looked him up and down, narrowing her eyes. “What is you want from him?”

“My name is Simon,” he said. At the reaction of the woman, he concluded Charles was in. “Please, announce my presence, my lady.”

Slowly, the door was closed, and he heard her yelling up the stairs. After a bit of yelling up and down, the door opened again. The woman didn’t say anything, but urged him to come in. She locked the door quickly behind him, and disappeared through a door. Feeling a little lost, Simon hesitated at the bottom of the narrow stairs.

“Come up the stairs, Simon!” Charles’ rough face appeared around the corner. He was smiling from ear to ear. He quickly walked into his quarters.

Simon climbed the stairs and followed him inside. It was good to see the man, and it was even better to see he was happy to see him. “Hello, Charles…” He gasped as he got pulled between strong arms, and received the warm, long kiss.

“Simon,” Charles said with warmth. “My dear angel… Why did you not come sooner? I feared you had forgotten me…”

“I was very busy,” Simon said with an apologetic smile. “But I missed you.” Charles embraced him so firmly, it took his breath away. It felt so good, to be held like that…

They moved to the bed, where Charles pushed him down. Still clothed, they continued to kiss and cuddle, slowly warming up, rubbing against each other and fondling through their clothes.

“You should not stay away for such a long time,” Charles murmured. He sighed pleased, nuzzling Simon lovingly. “You should stay here.”

“Both is impossible, Charlie… I have to work.” Simon felt warm and relaxed, a little surprised, but very pleased with the warm welcome.

“What is your work? What makes you too occupied to visit your loving friend, and stay?”

“Mh. I’m an inventor,” Simon said. He reckoned it would do no harm, telling that. “I create things to make life easier.”

Charles didn’t think anything of it, apparently. “I wish you invented a thing to be with me,” he said.

Simon smiled. “Maybe I am,” he said cryptically, pecking another kiss on the willing lips. “What do you do in daily life?”

“I make furniture of high quality,” Charles said with pride. “I receive orders from noble families in the whole country.”

“Really! That’s marvellous. But why don’t you live in a better place, then?”

Charles shrugged a little. “Mrs Haynes is a good landlady. Where do you live, Simon?”

“Dogmersfield Park,” Simon said without thinking. He heard Charles gasp. “Just in a small house, where I work as well,” he said quickly. Oh dear, did he say too much?

“A fine place to be,” Charles said sincerely. “Very fine.” He pulled Simon closer against him, gently kneading a butt cheek. “Have you been alone, the past days?”

“Alone? Well, no… I have my friends,” Simon began. He saw Charles’ face. It was as if a thundercloud passed over it. He stared at him for a moment, and laughed softly. “Oh, dear. You aren’t jealous, are you?”

But the man clearly was. He hummed, and averted his eyes. His excitement had vanished in the blink of an eye.

“Charlie,” Simon whispered, forcing the man to look at him. “I have friends, but that is all they are. My friends. And they’re not even that close. I will never, ever, sleep with any of them, I promise. They don’t bugger me. They never see me naked, even.” He felt how the man relaxed a little. “I’ve been looking forward to this day, Charlie,” he continued, as the man didn’t speak. “I hoped you would want to see me again…”

“I wished you would visit me,” Charles said, just as softly. “I feared you would not come, as it took a full week. I feared some other man had seduced you. Such a fine looking man as you…”

Simon had never been called ‘fine’ before. He wasn’t particularly attractive, for modern standards. “I’m not seduced by another man,” he assured him. “I wouldn’t want to be with another man, either…”

“You are such a dear boy,” Charles sighed. As he was relaxed again, he warmed up against Simon’s body. His hands roamed over him, much more purposefully. “So fine, and sweet…”

“Go on,” Simon smiled pleased. He unbuttoned his breeches, allowing the hands to reach inside. “Do you want to bugger me again?”

“I cannot wish for any better,” Charles said, still softly, but with evident passion and desire. “The cream pot is replenished…”

“Excellent, my dearest Charles. No cream, no love.”

Once naked, they began to hug and kiss again. Charles didn’t push him on his stomach, but pulled him on his lap instead. With a dollop of cream on his arousal, he rubbed up against Simon’s butt without entering him. With another daub on his hand, he stroked Simon’s cock. His other hand pinched and caressed Simon’s thigh and hip. He murmured sweet, but meaningless words like ‘my dear’ and ‘my sweet’.

Simon loved it. He slid his hands over Charles’ chest, feeling the hair and hard nipples between his fingers. When the man finally slid inside, he felt no pain at all. “Oh, Charles…” he groaned, eyes closed in pleasure. “Take it slow… make it last!”

Charles took it slow. He had been looking forward to this for a whole week, and he didn’t want to end it too soon.

It took half a jar of cream and a few hours of the night to be completely spent and satisfied. In the end, Simon was lying wrapped up between Charles’ strong arms, and he didn’t want to leave that spot anymore.
“We’ll do this again next weekend,” he said, breathless but happy.

“Find means to stay,” Charles whispered. “I need you here, with me.”

Although Simon would love to stay, he had to get up before dawn, to be ready for the coach. This time, Charles kept him company as he waited. It was dark and quiet, and the secretively held hands. “Inform Mrs Haynes I will visit you again,” Simon said.

Charles nodded. Reluctantly, he let him step into the coach, and he waved as it drove away.

Simon wasn’t beaming as much this time. He felt a bit sad, even. He wasn’t working on an invention to let him stay. He was working on a way to get back to the 21st century…

For weeks, Greg and Simon worked on their machine. Every weekend, Simon went to London, to visit Charles. Weeks turned into months. They were making good progress, even though the batteries were drained after using the wormhole for even the smallest of items.
It wouldn’t take long before they had enough electricity. Already there were windmills in the tops of high trees, all around the estate, feeding the batteries quicker and more efficiently.
Soon, they would be able to return.

While the others were happy with the news, Simon felt like he could cry.