The Wings of a Butterfly

.:21:.

Dogmersfield Park, with its beautiful gardens and the huge manor, looked quite different to what Frederick was used to. The gardens, for one, were far less maintained. His labyrinth had grown full with weed, the ponds were empty, and his beloved little lake, although still there, was barely approachable. But he only pointed all that out after he had ran through all the rooms of his manor.
It was his house. But it wasn’t his home. He was in bad need of a cuddle.

Julian hugged and comforted him as he came back from his first exploration. “It’s two and a half centuries, darling,” he said soothingly. “Nothing could last for so long... The whole place has been modernised. Did you notice the lights? The bathrooms?”

Sniffing, Frederick shook his head. He hadn’t noticed anything anymore, after his first round. “It is your home now, is it not?” he asked with a tiny voice. “Not mine.”

“It’s ours,” Julian smiled. “But yes, I bought it... It was in a sorry state, and I restored it. I didn’t know it was yours until I saw you in the time-machine. If I had known, I might have done things differently... Come on, sweetheart. Let me show you what is modernised. That will set your mind off things, hm?”

Nodding like a child, Frederick walked with Julian through the rooms. He clung to his arm, probably exaggerating his pouting a little to get more attention. If Julian didn’t believe him, he didn’t show it. Julian was always happy to please his blue-eyed sweetheart.

“Alright, this is what used to be your study. It’s a bit messy now, because this is the very room where the machine has been created. That’s where your mirror used to be... That’s where I saw you for the first time, Frederick.”

“What was I doing, when you saw me?” Frederick asked, looking at the bare wall where his mirror used to be.

“Nothing... That was the whole point. You looked into the mirror, and you looked so sad and hurt... I fell in love with you the very moment. I wanted to comfort you. Every fibre in my body reached out for you, it felt.”

Frederick had heard it all before, but he couldn’t hear it often enough. He smiled again, and pressed against Julian in a loving manner rather than a desperate one. “And you came to get me,” he said, looking up with his head against Julian’s shoulder.

“Yes,” Julian said with a smile. “The rest is history, as they say.” He walked to the door. “You know electricity by now,” he said. “It’s as easy to use as this.” Flicking the switch, he lit the chandeliers and lights at the walls. “Much better than candles and oil lamps, if you ask me.”

“Much cleaner,” Frederick nodded. He had seen something like that in the house already, so he wasn’t surprised much. “You mentioned something like a bath room...?”

“Oh yes, the bathrooms. Now that’s new for you, I believe.” Julian took the young nobleman through the hall, and opened another door. “This was one of your small guest rooms, wasn’t it? Now it’s a luxurious bathroom.”

Frederick looked around, eyes wide in admiration. The shiny tiles, the pinpoints of lights, the mirrors and the marble floor was already enough to make his jaw drop. “What is its purpose?” he asked, slightly breathlessly.

“Here, we wash ourselves,” Julian explained. “We don’t use bedpans and wash stands anymore. We use toilets and showers or a bath. Look.”

The toilet flushed, making Frederick gasp. He could easily imagine how fresh and clean that would be. He had no idea where it would end up, but for the moment, he didn’t care. Julian showed him what he called the shower, and he uttered a soft cry of surprise as warm water splashed down from a shiny metal object with small holes. The bath was far less impressive, yet the water taps kept his attention for a few minutes.
“This water is hot!” he exclaimed. “How is that possible?”

“There’s a central heating system in the cellar now,” Julian said. “I will spare you the details; I’m no expert myself. Just imagine how wonderful it will be to have a shower in the morning and evening.”

“Can I try it? Now?”

“Go ahead,” Julian laughed. “Then I will arrange clothes and some of my stuff from my apartment. I believe we’ll move in here permanently now. Here’s a towel and that’s a bathrobe for when you’re done. Oh, and use a bit of the stuff from those bottles. You’ll like it.”

Frederick was still playing with the warm water when Julian returned. His skin was wrinkled in places, his hair wet, as he had taken a shower first and was now sitting in the bath. He had used far too much bath foam. “It is big enough for the two of us!” he said as Julian laughed. “Will you join me?”

“I would love it,” Julian nodded. “I’m dying to take a nice, hot bath. Is the water still warm?” They had to replace a bit of the water to make it hot again. Julian didn’t add more soap. He undressed, and slowly sat in the tub, groaning appreciatively. “Oh yes, that’s so nice... Mm...”

“This is delightful,” Frederick nodded. “Why did we not make use of this in my time?”

“I have no idea. Hygiene was less important, maybe?” Julian leaned back, relaxing. He groaned again as the warm water worked its magic on his muscles. “So damn good.”

Frederick did the same. He loved the soft suds against his skin, and the scent coming from them. He moved his legs, rubbing them against Julian’s. “Is it normal that I feel excited and warm, ever since I stepped into this?” he asked, slightly worriedly.

“Of course it is,” Julian smiled. “Perfectly normal, to get horny in a lovely bath. Give in to it, if you want. There’s no danger of being caught whatsoever.”

Opening his eyes, the blonde grinned. “Oh, yes! You said so... I can do whatever I want to do in our home, did you not say so? I can be naked!” He pushed up, and slid on his knees, straddling Julian’s lap. “I can make love to you without locking the door...”

“Mmhmm, and you don’t have to be quiet either... Oh, naughty! What are you doing?”

Frederick stroked Julian’s cock slowly, making him hard. “I am doing what I love doing with you,” he smirked. “Mm... And you are not protesting much, are you, Jules?”

“Not at all, my love...” Julian was still lying back, allowing Frederick to work him up and to use him as he required. As the blond sat on his lap, pushing down slowly over his arousal, he offered his lips for a kiss. He moaned appreciatively, and wrapped his arms firmly around him to keep him steady as he moved up his hips.

Kissing Julian with passion, Frederick enjoyed the sensation of being stretched by his lover. He loved to be fucked. He couldn’t think of anything more pleasant than to be held against the man’s strong body, with the muscular arms so tightly around him, and to be penetrated with long, slow thrusts. The scented, warm water added to the pleasure. It sloshed as they moved, tickling his skin, and it made his own erection slick as he rubbed against Julian’s stomach. He pulled his head away to catch some air. “Don’t tough me!” he warned, gasping. “I don’t want t to be over quickly!”

Julian didn’t touch him, and slowed down his pace. Frederick could use him the way he needed it, this first time in the 21st century.

Outside in the hall, Simon led Charles quickly away from the door. “I will show you that bathroom another time,” he said. “There are other rooms in this house.”

“It’s a beautiful home,” Charles commented. “Very nice furniture, yet a bit rough, if I may say so.”

Simon nodded. He had noticed that too, and it had surprised him. It looked different. “I think,” he said slowly, “that you were more influential in your time than you expected. There are supposed to be authentic, but late 18th century. They’re made after you left, apparently.”

“I thought my workers were skilled enough to cope without me,” Charles smirked. “How wrong have I been. What is this device, love?”

“A light switch...” Unlike Frederick, Charles wasn’t used to any of the gadgets of Greg and Simon. “It activates electricity. See?”

Charles blinked as the lights switched on. He walked to a lamp, and tried to look at the light bulb. Simon helped by switching the lights off again. “What is inside this?” Charles tapped the bulb with a nail. “It’s made of glass...”

Simon explained the concept effortlessly, scholar as he was. Charles simply nodded. The man seemed to be really intelligent. Simon loved him for it. “How about I show you our television and computers?”

“How about you kiss me, and we take a well-deserved rest instead?”

“I like your idea better,” Simon nodded slowly. “But I don’t really live here... I have my apartment in the city, and to be honest I don’t want to take you there yet. There’s a lot more to learn for you.”

Charles hummed. “So what do you want to do? Where did you stay, while you worked here?”

“Right...” Simon nodded again. “Yes, I did stay here. Let’s go to those quarters. Those two love-birds won’t disturb us, I’m sure.” He had his own bathroom as well. It would work perfectly for the time being.

If Frederick had known about Simon’s dilemma, he would have assured him he wouldn’t mind to give them privacy and room for themselves. At the moment however, he had completely forgotten about the scholars and Charles. He reached his climax without being touched, crying out happily, pushing up and down on the hard cock with sharp moves. “Jules! Do this more often and I will stay here forever!” he laughed. “Ah... I so needed that...”

Julian kissed his cheek, and allowed him to climb off him. “I bet you will be very happy here,” he said with a pleased, lazy smile. “Sexy, horny fool...”

Stretching contentedly, Frederick could only agree. “You will show me everything, won’t you, Jules?”

“I will, I promise. I’m sure you’ll love our technology. We could start immediately, if you like...”

“I like!” the blonde laughed, scrambling up. He moved slowly, a bit unsteadily on his legs, as he climbed out of the bath. Julian followed him, and they dressed up in a bathrobe without drying off.

“Best to start with the television. Then you can see what we use as transportation, and you’ll learn how other people dress.”

“What is a television?” Frederick followed Julian through the halls, to what used to be his drawing-room. It looked much different now, with much more comfortable yet odd-looking sofas. He flopped down. The cushions were soft, almost hugging his bum.

“This is a television. Or TV, as we say. And this is a remote control. You push the buttons, red one first, and images will appear. They move,” he added.

“What moves? The buttons or the TV?” Fearlessly, as he usually was when Julian was near, Frederick pushed on the red button. He squeaked as the screen lit up. “That is a big cellphone!”

Julian laughed at that. “In a way, yes. And there are voices...”

“Ah! They are looking at us!” Modesty, Frederick pulled his robe tighter. “Who are those people?”

“They can’t see us. They’re recordings, like those photos you saw, only these are moving. They’re acting. You know, like they do in theatres? It’s just like a performance in the theatre.”

“And what is that?”

“That’s a commercial. The TV network interrupts the programs to show you things, in the hope you will buy them. The show will continue shortly.”

The blonde didn’t understand much of it, as it all went way too fast for him. But he stared at all the colours and moving images, trying to comprehend. After a while, he blinked and shook his head. “It makes my head hurt...”

Julian immediately shut it down. “Let’s rest a bit, and I will show you my laptop. You’ll like that.”

Frederick was happy to crawl in the corner of the soft sofa, and drank the wine Julian gave him. He felt tired in a new way, close to exhaustion but far too excited to give in. He only moved slowly when Julian opened something he called his laptop. “Again, it looks like the cellphone...”

“This is more similar, yes. Shall I show you something nice...?” Julian pushed some buttons on what was called a keyboard, as he explained, and photos of naked men appeared.

Frederick made an approving sound. “Who are they?”

“Models,” Julian said. “They’re men who like to show their body. Do you think it’s sexy?”

“Mm... Yes, they’re sexy, but not as good as you, because you are real.” Still, he leaned against Julian and looked at the photos with a faint smile. “Why do men like to show their body like that, for everyone to see?”

“They get money for it,” Julian shrugged. “And I’m sure most of them are turned on by the idea others can admire them. As for why people like us look at them...” He showed some high-quality porn photos, “...they turn us on. Don’t they?”

Frederick hummed again, smiling. “I just came, but I feel a bit warm, yes. Oh... Does it look like that, when you penetrate me, Jules?”

“Pretty similar, yes. Nice and deep in your sweet, silky ass... Pumping my sperm into your body.”

“I’m getting warmer,” Frederick sighed pleased. “Show me more...?” He slid a hand into Julian’s robe to play with the hair on the man’s stomach, and looked at the photos appearing on the screen. Those men looked appetising, he had to say. And they turned him on indeed, as Julian had said, but only because he pictured Julian and him in those positions. He imagined how his ass looked as it was filled with Julian’s release. “Can you make pictures of us?”

Julian looked up, and at the distance. “Yes,” he said. “If you like... Would you like to see how I penetrate you?”

“Yes. And how it looks when you have filled me. I want to see.”

“Now...?”

“Yes, now. Is that possible?”

Julian pulled back, and put his laptop on the low table. “Pull your robe off, and lie down. I’ll set up the web cam. That’s a camera like on the cellphone,” he explained.

Frederick lay down on the sofa, knees pulled up and spread. He rubbed his hands between his legs, lazily, making his arousal harder without hurrying as he looked at what Julian was doing. Suddenly, he looked at himself. “Oh!”

Julian laughed. “Yup, you’re being recorded, darling...”

“Will others see me now?!” Frederick pulled the robe over his lap.

“No! No,” Julian chuckled. “This is private. No one will see you but us. Go on, look at yourself as you do what you just did...” He sat in the other corner, and looked at how Frederick dropped the robe again. “Spread your ass for the camera...”

Frederick stared at himself on the screen as his hands pulled his cheeks apart. He saw his ass, winking at him, and he couldn’t resist to push a finger deep inside. “Will you do this for me, while I watch?”

“With pleasure...” Julian reached between his legs, and rubbed against the ring of muscle. He kept a close look at the blonde’s face as he pushed two fingers into his ass. Frederick kept staring at the screen, breathing slowly, even when Julian massaged his sweet spot. “Shall I fuck you?”

“Please!” It looked amazing already. He couldn’t begin to imagine how it would look if he was penetrated.

Julian didn’t hesitate. He lubed his cock with something from a near tube, and sat between his knees. Frederick could look over his shoulder if he wanted to. Slowly, he pushed his cock into the willing rectum, making sure it would be visible on the screen.

“Oh Jules! Yes! I can see how you stretch me!”

“And it makes you hot, doesn’t it!” Julian commented. “Damn...” He began to fuck him, sliding out completely and thrusting inside in a firm pace.

“Yes, do it! Do it!” He wanted to see him coming inside of him. He wanted to see his wet anus. He wanted to see it all!

Julian didn’t take long. This was about a hot video for Frederick, not his own pleasure, so he didn’t try to keep up. He pumped out his release, pushing deeply inside, and pulled out slowly while he was still spurting. Frederick’s happy groan proved him it was a sexy sight. Then he knelt beside him on the sofa, pulled the cheeks apart for the camera, and sucked his cock in his throat.

“Oh... Yes! Look at that! I never knew it looked like that! Ah...!” Frederick had a hard time to keep his eyes open, as his pleasure built up. He couldn’t manage to watch anymore as the man began to finger him deeply, stroking him in the same pace. “Jules... My love...” Between clenched teeth, he cursed softly, coming into the man’s mouth. He squirmed on the cushions as Julian sucked the last drops out of him, and quickly looked at the screen again as the fingers slowly retracted. His stretched ass closed up again. He shivered in delight. “Now that is sexy,” he sighed pleased.

“You can watch it over and over again, as often as you like,” Julian promised. He shut off the camera, and saved the file. “I’ll teach you how it works. Would you like another drink?”

“I would. Can I watch that now?”

With new wine and still naked, Julian replayed the recording as often as Frederick wanted to watch it. It was amusing and sexy at the same time, and it made him smile. “Somehow, I have the feeling you will have a very good time, here.”

“I feel so too,” Frederick replied. “I have seen enough for now. I have to sleep...”

Julian closed the laptop. “Let’s go to bed. I hope you can sleep... The mattresses are much softer nowadays.”

Once in bed, the blonde noticed it, but he was far too exhausted to think about it. He fell asleep instantly, and it wasn’t even dark yet.