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“Who’s there?” Duncan whispered. Why hadn’t he picked up his sword before venturing out? What kind of knight would he make if he wasn’t prepared? The only answer he got was a low moan. Frowning, Duncan walked toward the noise, being careful not to step on any leaves that would give him away. Crouching down next to leafy foliage, he peered through two branches. Standing with his braes down around his ankles was one of the other knight’s squires, Aaron. Aaron was bent at the waist, leaning against a tree trunk. Two muscular hands gripped Aaron’s hips and a thin, but long cock thrust between his ass cheeks. From his current spot, Duncan could only make out the lower half of the man fucking Aaron, the rest being obstructed by leafy branches. Holy Christ. He hadn’t expected to come upon this. Aaron moaned again, this time a little louder. “Hush,” came the whispered response from the man moving in and out of the squire. “Half the camp will hear you.” Duncan tried to place the voice. He was dying to know who fucked Aaron. The man looked a bit too thin to be Aaron’s knight, Magnus, who was on the heavy side. Another squire? The man’s balls slapped against Aaron as his thrusting

sped up. His fingers tightened on the squire’s hips. Duncan huffed, frustrated at not knowing the identity of the second man. Mayhap if he stood, he would get a better view. Slowly, he straightened from his crouh…and felt someone’s hand on his shoulder…

THE SQUIRE BY SHAWN LANE

AMBER Q UILL PRESS, LLC http://www.AmberQuill.com

THE SQUIRE AN AMBER QUILL PRESS BOOK This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. Amber Quill Press, LLC http://www.AmberQuill.com All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the publisher, with the exception of brief excerpts used for the purposes of review. Copyright © 2008 by Shawn Lane ISBN 978-1-60272-289-7 Cover Art © 2008 Trace Edward Zaber

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To Nicole for telling me about the Amber Heat Wave contest and helping me realize I could do it.

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CHAPTER 1 England, 1345 Lord, sleeping at the feet of Sir William was going to kill him. Duncan wondered if it were possible to die from stroking his own cock too much. He didn’t think so, but what did he know? Hadn’t he heard something about going blind? The idea didn’t stop him. Using both hands, he stroked up and down the length, imagining Sir William’s big hands instead of his. Other than the sounds he made, the only thing heard in the tent was the soft breathing of the object of his fantasies. Naturally, Sir 1

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William didn’t even snore. He was perfect in every way. Duncan worried his bottom lip with his teeth as he stroked faster. His balls had grown impossibly tight. He ran his index finger along the red head, rubbing in the drop of pre-cum. He closed his eyes, imagining Sir William touching him, stroking him. Or perhaps his mouth…his tongue darting out to flick the tip of Duncan’s cock. He let out an involuntary groan. His hands stilled on his cock, his heart racing. If Sir William woke…but he heard nothing. Letting out a shaky breath, he put one hand over his mouth to keep the noise from coming out and used the other to work his straining erection. He supposed it was wrong to lust after one’s knight, but in the two years he’d been Sir William’s squire he’d gone to bed with a hard-on every evening. The painful truth was he’d never been particularly interested in maidens and the like. Big, muscular armored knights were his fantasy. And Sir William was the most gorgeous one of all. At least in Duncan’s opinion. He’d had the fortune to see the knight naked multiple times and the man was all sleek muscle. Sir William also had a very large cock, and Duncan liked to imagine it thrusting in and out of his ass. With a ragged moan he covered with his hand, he shot semen all over. God. Duncan grabbed a cloth he kept close and wiped himself. Someday, mayhap, he’d actually get to have sex with someone other than his own hand. He’d reached eighteen autumns 2

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without losing his virginity to anyone. Of course, he would like it to be Sir William, but unfortunately the handsome blond knight seemed only interested in the fair maidens who offered him their favors. His breathing having returned to normal, Duncan crawled under his bedroll and attempted to fall asleep. All his life it had taken him a long time for slumber to come. His mind was always full of the day’s events or some conversation or the knight for whom he lusted. Sir William fell asleep within moments of putting his head down. It was quite irritating. And now…Duncan had to piss. Great. He scooted out from his sleeping roll and reached for his boots. It was far too cold outside to traipse around barefoot. “What in God’s name are you doing now?” Duncan froze at the mumbled words coming from Sir William. He couldn’t have been awake. “I…I have to…um go,” he blurted out. Sir William sighed. “I’m sorry to have awakened you, sir.” “In truth, you are the noisiest squire I have had. Go on then, and be quiet when you return.” Sir William turned to face away from Duncan’s position. Duncan exhaled and scrambled up. Sir William didn’t sound like he’d heard him touching himself. Well, he hadn’t said he did, anyway. Duncan slipped out of the tent. Glancing around at the other scattered tents, Duncan took in the area. A few of the knights were still awake and watching over the camp. He saw movement near the trees to 3

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the left and a small fire several feet away from his position. The other knights would prevent anyone from getting to Sir William if they came under attack, as he was the son of their baron, Lord de Villiers. Duncan hurried to the right where there was a small lake and some trees. It was too cold to linger. He undid his braes and relieved himself next to a tree. He’d turned to make his way back to his tent when he heard rustling close to his position. “Who’s there?” he whispered. Why hadn’t he picked up his sword before venturing out? What kind of knight would he make if he wasn’t prepared? The only answer he got was a low moan. Frowning, Duncan walked toward the noise, being careful not to step on any leaves that would give him away. Crouching down next to leafy foliage, he peered through two branches. Standing with his braes down around his ankles was one of the other knight’s squires, Aaron. Aaron was bent at the waist, leaning against a tree trunk. Two muscular hands gripped Aaron’s hips and a thin, but long cock thrust between his ass cheeks. From his current spot, Duncan could only make out the lower half of the man fucking Aaron, the rest being obstructed by leafy branches. Holy Christ. He hadn’t expected to come upon this. Aaron moaned again, this time a little louder. “Hush,” came the whispered response from the man moving in and out of the squire. “Half the camp will hear 4

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you.” Duncan tried to place the voice. He was dying to know who fucked Aaron. The man looked a bit too thin to be Aaron’s knight, Magnus, who was on the heavy side. Another squire? The man’s balls slapped against Aaron as his thrusting sped up. His fingers tightened on the squire’s hips. Duncan huffed, frustrated at not knowing the identity of the second man. Mayhap if he stood, he would get a better view. Slowly, he straightened from his crouch. A hand pushed on his shoulder. “What are you doing?” Duncan swore. He’d recognize the deep, masculine voice of Sir William anywhere. He tried to slip under his hold, but the knight’s grip on his shoulder was strong. He could just make out his handsome features in the glow of the torch light coming from the camp. He was frowning. Sir William pushed Duncan behind him, but didn’t loosen his hold. He peered through the trees where Duncan had just been. Duncan tried again to squirm out of his grasp. “Hold still,” Sir William hissed. Duncan heard his knight’s sharp intake of breath. Then he turned abruptly away and pushed Duncan toward the small clearing leading back to the camp. “Sir—” “Taking to spying on your fellow squires, Duncan?” Sir William bit out. 5

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“I didn’t—” “Be quiet, you’ll call attention to us.” He pushed Duncan back into view of the camp. He stopped and glared at him. “I came looking for you because you’ve been gone for a while. I thought mayhap something had happened to you.” Duncan warmed at the thought Sir William was concerned for him. “I…well…I heard a noise.” “You left without your weapon again.” Duncan hung his head. Judging by the heat radiating from his cheeks, he was blushing. Great. He’d been caught without his weapon and watching two men have sex. He hoped Sir William didn’t plan on getting rid of him. “I did forget, but I thought with all the knights surrounding us it wouldn’t matter.” “A knight never goes anywhere without his weapon, boy. If you intend to be one someday, you’ll do well to remember that.” A big warrior with a mustache sauntered over. “Is everything well, Sir William?” Sir William smiled. “Aye, Godfrey. Return to your post.” Duncan watched the warrior walk away. Obviously it hadn’t been him with Aaron. Other than the mustache, which Duncan found a bit distasteful, Sir Godfrey was a fine man. Sir William cleared his throat. Duncan’s face flamed hotter and he returned his gaze to the man he truly fantasized about. And who could blame him? Sir William had a mass of blond hair that came just to the top of the collar of his doublet. It was thick and golden like the 6

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sun. He had high cheekbones and a long, aquiline nose. When he smiled, dimples appeared on the sides of his mouth. He had eyes the color of the blue sky. He was tall and muscular and the best knight around. He’d won more tournaments than Duncan had even attended. Women swooned over him and bards sung tales about his knightly prowess. “Am I…to be replaced, sir?” Duncan squeaked out. His heart thudded painfully, and to his everlasting shame, he felt the first hint of tears pricking at his eyes. If Sir William didn’t want him as squire, what was he to do? His family would never take him back disgraced. “Hell, no,” Sir William said. “You do love to be dramatic, Duncan. ’Tis a wonder you have not joined a performing troupe.” He rolled his eyes. “Get back to the tent.” Duncan resisted his sigh of relief and ran in the direction indicated. He wouldn’t be sacked today anyway. He lived in fear he would displease his knight so much that one day Sir William would dismiss him. It was well known the man had a somewhat volatile temper and though he did not strike his squires, he went through them rather quickly. Duncan had been with him for two years already, but there were some who hadn’t last six months. He lifted the flap and held it aside for Sir William to precede him. Then he followed him in and secured the tent. Sir William sat on his bedroll, and Duncan knelt down next to him to remove his boots. The inside of the tent was dark and he could no longer make out the knight’s expression. Sir William’s spicy, woodsy scent assailed Duncan’s nose and 7

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he tried not to appear as though he were inhaling it. It wasn’t fair for any one man to be so incredibly attractive. Duncan wondered if Sir William would mention what they’d seen among the trees. He couldn’t get the sight of Aaron being so thoroughly fucked out of his mind. He’d wished he could have traded places with Aaron and the man he hadn’t been able to see fully was Sir William. “What’s that sigh for?” Lord, he’d sighed out loud? Someday he would learn to control himself, Duncan supposed. “N-nothing.” “Hmm. You should probably get some sleep. We have an early day tomorrow if we are to make it all the way home before nightfall.” Duncan nodded. “Aye, sir.” He went to his own roll and began removing his boots. “Sir, who was it that was swiving Aaron?” “What?” Duncan couldn’t believe he’d just blurted that out. He buried his face in his hands and prayed he would learn to keep his mouth shut. “Um…it was just…I was curious.” “You couldn’t see?” Duncan licked his dry lips. “No. I could only see Aaron.” “Mayhap, they hid within the trees because they cared not for the curious to see what they were about.” “Yes, I am sure ’tis true.” “Then I would be doing them an injustice by revealing their secrets to you.” Sir William lay down upon his sleeping mat. 8

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Duncan gritted his teeth in disappointment. He really wanted to know. Curse Sir William for coming upon him before he was able to discover Aaron’s lover. Sometime during the night, he’d briefly thought, since he couldn’t have the man he really wanted, mayhap he could experiment with the same man Aaron had. Unless they were more than casual lovers. Duncan supposed that was possible. “I could ask Aaron,” Duncan suggested. “Aye, you could at that. How will you phrase the query?” Duncan frowned and lay down. “What do you mean?” “What will you ask? Who was that taking you against the tree last night?” Sir William’s amusement was plain enough in his tone. “Or how about, whose cock was in your ass last night?” Duncan’s ears burned red. “I…I see your point.” “Here is something to consider, squire.” “What?” “Minding your own affairs.” Duncan heard a distinct chuckle from Sir William’s direction and then his usual soft breathing. Lord, the man fell asleep fast. *

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Duncan vastly appealing, he likely would have already dismissed him. Even now his cock strained against his braes as he watched the young squire sleep. How old was the boy? William couldn’t recall, older than Aaron surely. That had been a surprise. When he’d gone in search of his wayward squire, he hadn’t expected to find him watching two men having sex. Duncan had clearly been intrigued, too. William had even seen him watching Godfrey for God’s sake. If the boy was really interested in feeling a cock up his ass, William would be damned sure it would not be Godfrey’s. As soon as they made it home, William would be glad to teach Duncan. First, he had to get the lazy squire up. He nudged him again with his boot. “Get up, squire.” Duncan grumbled, but finally blinked open his eyes. “You’re supposed to be waking me up.” Duncan sat up and wiped the sleep from his brown eyes, staring blankly at William. William suppressed a grin. Instead he growled, “Get your ass up now!” Duncan scrambled off the bedrool so fast, his feet tangled in the material and he tumbled toward William. He shot out an arm to prevent the squire from toppling them both. “Steady, boy.” “S-sorry, sir. G’morning.” “We’re about to break camp, Duncan. You overslept.” Duncan wiped his face and nodded. “I didn’t sleep very well.” “Get dressed. I’ll see you outside.” William slipped out of 10

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the tent to watch the preparations being made to depart for home. His army was efficient and strong, and he had no real concerns the journey home would be eventful. He’d been away from home for six weeks, fighting in the north for the king. Word came that his father’s health was fading and he wouldn’t last out the summer. Then William would be baron. The responsibilities he’d expected to have all his life were at last going to happen. William knew he would be expected to marry. Likely the king would choose a suitable bride from a wealthy and loyal family to secure his dynasty. He’d been fortunate, really. He’d been able to enjoy twenty-seven years before having to take a wife. All that would soon enough change. Until then, William intended to enjoy his freedom. And that meant enjoying his very appealing squire. Certainly he’d waited long enough to slake his lust. As a general rule, William didn’t dally with his squires. It felt like somewhat of a conflict to him. He liked his lovers willing, and he wanted no squires feeling obligated to satisfy him. For some reason, Duncan had been different from the start. He’d been attracted to the curly-haired young man since he’d first taken him on as squire. In the beginning, William had resisted Duncan for two reasons: he seemed very young and, as far as he could tell, had no interest in male lovers. Over the course of two years, Duncan had obviously matured and filled out. William had also begun to suspect Duncan was indeed interested in men. Last night had confirmed his suspicions. 11

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Duncan hurried out of the tent. His breath puffed out in the cold morning air. “Sorry again, sir.” “Attend to the tent and the rest, Duncan. Pack it up to leave immediately.”

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CHAPTER 2 All morning Duncan watched the knights and squires around him, wondering who Aaron had been with when he spied upon them. It might not be his business, but curiosity was killing him. He knew already Aaron’s lover was not Sir William, Sir Godfrey, or Sir Magnus. Unfortunately, that didn’t narrow the field of prospective lovers very much. Sir William had a large army of knights and soldiers, and most of them had squires to attend to them. He hoped Aaron would make it easy for him and stare openly at whomever he’d been with, but alas, his fellow squire paid attention only to his own knight, Sir Magnus. Still, 13

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Duncan spent a bit of time surveying Magnus just to be sure he hadn’t been mistaken. But, nay, Magnus was indeed too thick around the middle to have been the one bending Aaron over. They hadn’t been on the road for very long and already Duncan tired of the travel. Sir William intended to ride the party hard. Duncan rolled his shoulders and gasped a little at the pain in his left shoulder. He hated traveling. Didn’t much care for horses either, though he realized they were a necessary part of life. Duncan wanted to be a knight, of course. The alternative had been to enter the religious orders, and he shuddered at the thought of being a priest. Duncan turned his stare from Aaron and watched Sir William’s back instead. The knight sat tall on his steed, dressed in his full armor. Too bad, because it hid all the muscles. Duncan decided one of the first things he would do when they reached home was to find himself a lover so he would stop lusting after Sir William. Not that Sir William would suddenly be less attractive, but mayhap if his mind weren’t always on sex, he could concentrate more on improving his knightly skills. Movement to his left caught his eye and he noticed Sir Lawrence riding closer to Aaron’s position. Now that was curious. It didn’t necessarily mean Sir Lawrence was the lover, but…well, the man was rather slender. Pursing his lips, Duncan considered it. He didn’t know everything about every last knight in Sir William’s employ, but he had been fairly certain Sir Lawrence had a wife. 14

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“Squire, pay attention to the road.” Sir William’s harsh voice jarred him out of his reverie. His horse had drifted off the path and toward a row of rather thick trees. His face flaming, Duncan urged the horse back in line with the others. Sir William’s face was covered by his helm, but Duncan didn’t need to see his expression to know he looked upon him with disapproval. Sir William waited for Duncan’s mount to catch up to him, and then he leaned over him. “Didn’t I tell you to cease this speculation?” His voice was low, meant for Duncan’s ears only. “Well I—” “Enough. Eyes on the road ahead of you for the remainder of the journey.” “But Sir William—” “You try my patience, Duncan. Do as you are told or I will be looking for a new squire.” Duncan hung his head until his chin nearly rested on his chest. He nodded, not trusting his voice not to crack. He decided once they had reached the castle he would ask Aaron who his lover was after all. Mayhap he could even start something with Aaron. Yes, indeed. He felt better already, in spite of the rebuke. *

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to the room while he assessed the welfare of his father. Yawning, he glanced around the room. It wasn’t quite as large as the baron’s chamber, but it was the next largest in the castle. Besides the fireplace, Sir William had a bed big enough for a giant to sleep in. Well, mayhap that was a slight exaggeration, but it was surely the biggest bed Duncan had ever seen. There was a small table and chairs in one corner of the room, as well as a chest of drawers with a basin on it, and a wardrobe where Sir William’s clothes were kept. He sat down on the fur spread in front of the fire and stretched out his long legs. His cock had perked up thinking about Sir William so he adjusted his braes. He wished he had time to take care of it, but with Sir William bound to appear at any moment there wasn’t time. Sighing heavily, he rolled his weary shoulders. He had a knot in the left shoulder blade, too. The door opened. He turned his head to view Sir William walking in. For a moment, Duncan just stared, unable to stop the awe that swept over him each and every time he saw the knight. His blond hair was tousled as though Sir William had been running his fingers through it. Duncan licked his lips, wishing he could run his own fingers through the soft locks. Hands braced beneath him, he stood. “How is your father, sir?” Sir William’s blue eyes looked sad, though he attempted a slight smile. “He’s still alive, though failing rapidly. I wonder if he will last another fortnight.” Duncan grabbed one of the chairs by the table and carried 16

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it to the fire. “Come sit here, sir. I’ll rub your shoulders for you.” “They are a bit stiff.” Sir William plopped down. The chair groaned under the sudden weight. Duncan stared at his knight’s broad shoulders. “Why don’t you remove your tunic and jerkin, sir?” Sir William nodded, peeled off the garments, then leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes. There was nothing Duncan liked better than touching Sir William’s bare skin. It was sheer torture, of course, but a torture he couldn’t resist inflicting on himself. His palms rested on the bare shoulder and he bit his lip to keep from sighing out loud. The flesh was warm and it sent an instant tingle to his already aroused cock. Sir William rolled his neck and moaned a little. His fingers trembling, Duncan rubbed the muscles in the knight’s upper arms. “A little harder, Duncan.” Oh, God. His balls tightened painfully. He increased the pressure of his fingers and drifted back up to the shoulders. He closed his own eyes and inhaled the spicy masculine scent of Sir William. As though they had a will of their own, his hands inched down to massage the knight’s muscular chest. Shaking, he paused, waiting to see if Sir William would protest the bold touch. When the man kept his eyes closed, Duncan grew bolder still and used his index finger to gently stroke a nipple. He gritted his teeth against the impossible hardness of his cock. If he didn’t stop, he was going to come. Yet, he couldn’t 17

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force his fingers to leave the object of his fascination. Sir William let out a low growl and jumped up, whipping around to face Duncan. Duncan shrank back, afraid the knight would strike him for the liberties. Instead, Sir William wrapped those muscular arms around him and covered Duncan’s lips with his own. Stunned, he didn’t react at first, standing stiffly under the assault. His mind couldn’t adjust to the fact his dream lover kissed him. Before he could respond, Sir William ended the kiss and pulled him to the fur in front of the fire. “Sir William—” “Hush, Duncan.” The knight caught Duncan’s bottom lip with his teeth. His callused hand reached to stroke Duncan’s cheek. “Lie down on the fur.” Trembling, Duncan did as he was told. He was afraid to say too much, afraid he might yet wake up from the dream. Sir William lay down next to him and pulled him close. He lowered his mouth to Duncan’s, but stopped mere inches away. Duncan could feel his breath brushing him. “Tell me you want this, Duncan. Tell me I’m not forcing this on you.” “Nay.” Sir William blinked, his blue eyes losing their brightness. He started to push away. “No, I mean, I do want this,” Duncan said, hating the begging quality he heard in his own voice. “Please, don’t stop, Sir William.” “William only.” He tugged Duncan’s tunic off and flung it away. He lay atop him and pressed his erection against 18

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Duncan’s. “Um,” Duncan couldn’t hold back his gasp. He did what he’d wanted to do for so long. He ran his fingers through William’s golden locks and then brought the knight’s lips back to his. Thrusting his tongue inside the other man’s warm mouth, he jumped when he felt William pulling down his braes. “Yes.” “I want to fuck you.” Duncan moaned loudly. “Hush,” William said against his mouth. “But I can’t wait that long. I’m so hard I won’t last long enough to get in that sweet ass of yours.” William grabbed both of their cocks in his big hand and started stroking them. “Oh, God.” Duncan desperately tried to push his cock farther into William’s grasp, enjoying the velvety hard feel of William’s erection against his. Dreaming, he had to be. He hoped he didn’t wake up before he came. Actually, he hoped he didn’t wake up before Sir William fucked him. God, he would die if that happened. William increased the speed of his hand on their cocks, and pressed his lips harder against Duncan’s, almost bruising. Their tongues tangled. “Come for me, Duncan,” William urged. “I…I…William,” Duncan moaned, shooting all over the knight’s hand. He felt William’s cock spasm against his as the knight cried out his own release. William pushed Duncan’s head down on his chest and 19

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stroked his hair. They remained silent for a while with only the sound of their labored breathing and the crackle of the fire. Duncan loved lying against his knight’s chest. He still had trouble believing they’d just come together. Sir William…William…didn’t even like men in that manner. Or did he? If he didn’t then why? “Sir?” “Hmm?” “Are you feeling unwell?” A low chuckle rumbled William’s chest. “Nay, Duncan.” Duncan bit his lip. “Then…well, I’m not sure I quite understand.” “You think too much. You said you want me.” “Aye.” Duncan thought anyone would know that. He probably was fairly obvious in his admiration of Sir William. “I want you, too.” Duncan blinked, barely able to breathe. This beautiful man wanted him? William lifted Duncan’s chin and kissed him. “I’ve wanted you for a while. I didn’t want to take advantage of you.” “Take advantage? Why would you think that?” “You’re my squire.” “I know, but you had to know I wanted you, too.” William smiled. “Well, there was a time or two when you supposed I slept while you touched yourself and you spoke my name.” “Oh, Lord.” Heat flamed his face all the way to his ears. William chuckled and kissed him again. “’Twas my intent 20

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to speak with you of this when we returned home. I do not wish to see you ogling Aaron nor the other knights, Duncan.” “I would rather have you,” Duncan blurted, then hid his face in William’s chest. “Nay, do not hide from me.” William pulled Duncan’s chin up, then glanced at the fire. “The fire is nice, but I would like to take you to the bed to fuck you.” Duncan rose from the fur eagerly, causing the knight to laugh again. He frowned. William certainly did seem to find him endlessly amusing. “Give me a hand up, Duncan.” He reached a hand down and tugged William up with no little difficulty. The knight was twice his size. He wondered if he would ever be as muscular and powerful as William. He’d heard once that William made knight by the age of twenty only two years from Duncan’s current age, but Duncan didn’t feel he was anywhere close to being ready. He looked down at the braes left hanging by his knees and his already half-erect cock, then he noticed William was in much the same state and his cock perked up even more. Finally he would get to spend time in William’s bed. Once, several months ago, he’d been forced to endure a night lying at the foot of his knight’s bed while he swived the widow of a nobleman. It had been the worst night of his life, but the whole time he prayed one day he would be the one in William’s bed. Duncan supposed the church would frown on such prayers, but he cared naught. Practically running to the giant bed, he sat down and 21

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removed his braes and hose. William shook his head and walked to the bed much slower. He whipped off his remaining clothes. “Tell me, Duncan,” William said in a low, deep voice. “Have you ever been with anyone?” Duncan licked his lips. “No.” William exhaled and closed his eyes. “God, that’s incredibly wonderful to hear. Lie down. I’m going to spend the night fucking you.”

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CHAPTER 3 William knew he would need to force himself to take it slow with Duncan. He had suspected the squire was virginal, which was why he stroked them both to their first release. If he hadn’t done that, he would have pounced, likely scaring Duncan half to death. So he’d listened to his instincts and now the boy lay naked on his back in William’s bed, ready and willing. The dark mass of curls on his head hung partially in his brown eyes. His tongue kept licking his bottom lip, making his slightly pouty mouth look decidedly kissable. William would spend all night kissing and nipping those lips. Among other parts of Duncan. He took a moment to gaze at the squire’s naked form. 23

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Being nearly nine years younger than William, Duncan didn’t have the well-defined muscles he did. Over the years, William fought many a tournament and even more battles. The broadsword he wielded gave him great strength in his biceps. Duncan’s young body was slim for the most part, with a hint of muscle in his arms and legs. He did have a large cock which rose with interest as William studied it. “Is…is something wrong?” Duncan asked softly. “Nay, I wanted to look upon you for a moment. You are beautiful.” Duncan blushed deep red. “Women are beautiful. I am no female.” William laughed. “Make no mistake, Duncan. I am well aware of your gender. But you are wrong. Men can be beautiful. Do you not find me pleasant to look upon?” The squire nodded eagerly. “Well, then, you see. There is no shame in being good to look at. Brush your locks out of your eyes,” he ordered. Duncan obeyed instantly. He liked how the young man was eager to please. “Stroke yourself for me, Duncan.” The squire bit at his lip. “But I want you to touch me.” “Do not concern yourself with that. I will touch you all night.” Duncan nodded and cupped his sac with one of his slim hands. William’s hard length bobbed up and leaked pre-cum. It would be difficult to tell he’d already come once as achingly 24

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ready as he was now. He swallowed. “Caress the tip of your rod.” Naturally the young man did as he was told, his fingers grasping the red tip of his penis. William had secretly watched the squire stroke himself many times over the last few months, but somehow being able to watch without pretending otherwise was incredibly exciting. William took a few steps closer to the bed and looked down at the naked man. “Wet your finger and then use it to enter your hole.” Duncan’s soulful dark eyes darted in surprise. “Trust me, Duncan. Do it.” The squire sucked his index finger into his mouth, wetting it liberally, then he reached down and, lifting his ass slightly, fingered his hole. “Oh, my God.” William started stroking his own length, rubbing the pre-cum into the tip. Duncan moaned his response. “Do a second finger,” William ordered, knees quaking. His balls drew impossibly tight. Duncan wet another digit and inserted two fingers into himself, stretching his hole for William’s penis. William put a knee on the bed, watching carefully as his lover readied his entrance. He laid a hand on Duncan’s quivering stomach. “Please, William,” the squire begged. “Soon, love, soon.” He stuck his own finger in his mouth to moisten it and added it gently to the fingers already in the 25

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other man’s ass. He wanted Duncan good and stretched to take his thick cock. “Oh, God.” “Easy.” William leaned down to press his lips to Duncan’s. “It will be all right.” He worked his digit in and out of the hole, preparing the way. “Does it hurt?” “A…a little, yes.” Duncan’s brown eyes locked with William’s blue ones. “I’m sorry, I wish I could spare you that,” he said against his lover’s mouth. “There’s no way to avoid it your first time.” Duncan nodded. “I don’t care. I just want you to do it.” William’s lips twitched. He was unable to resist. “Do what, squire?” Duncan nibbled his bottom lip. “I want you to fuck me. I want your cock inside me.” William brushed his squire’s brown locks out of his eyes again. “What do you say to get what you want, hmm?” The younger man closed his eyes briefly, then opened and focused his intense, sensual gaze on William. “Please.” William groaned. “Lord, you have no idea what your voice does to me.” He withdrew their fingers from Duncan’s ass and flipped the squire onto his stomach. He spread his lover’s ass cheeks. “Yes, please,” Duncan begged. He slowly pressed the tip of his cock at the younger man’s entrance, hesitating to push in for fear of causing too much pain. Gritting his teeth against the orgasmic wave that threatened to sap his strength, William pushed in. 26

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“Um.” “All right, Duncan?” William paused. He merely nodded. William pushed in and Duncan pushed out, sighing. The tight hole closed around his cock and he almost came. He inhaled deeply, forcing control. Duncan’s sigh sounded like a happy one to him, so he slid into his lover’s entrance all the way. “Ah,” Duncan exhaled. “Move please. Now.” William grinned, more than happy to oblige the request…demand…from his lover. He withdrew almost all the way, then plunged in balls’ deep. He repeated the move, pumping in and out, faster and harder as it appeared Duncan could handle it. “That’s…that’s so good,” Duncan groaned into the mattress. William tilted his lover’s hips up a bit so he could hit the spot he knew would make the squire wild. “Yes!” “Say my name, Duncan.” He bit the younger man’s earlobe. “William.” “Again.” “William.” He pulled out and thrust in whenever Duncan moaned his name. “Again. Say it over and over.” “William. William. William.” The sound of his own name in Duncan’s rich, musical 27

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voice, and the slapping of his balls as he fucked his lover drove William to the edge. “Come for me,” he whispered in the squire’s ear. Duncan’s fists grabbed at the sheets as he writhed and groaned, pumping his cock against them. His ass muscles spasmed around William’s cock as he came. William’s balls tightened in response and, with a shout, released himself into his lover’s ass. He leaned his head on the younger man’s back for just a moment while he caught his breath, but he was conscious of his heavy muscled weight and eased out and off of Duncan. Lying on his back, he reached for the squire and pulled him into his arms. “Did I hurt you?” “Yes.” “I’m sorry.” He stroked Duncan’s cheek. “It was worth it. That was even more incredible than I imagined,” Duncan said softly. William kissed the top of his locks. “’Twas amazing.” “I never…well, I didn’t think you—” “Swived men?” William felt his nod. “I’ve had a fondness most of my life for both sexes. I’ve always felt one is attracted to the person, regardless of their gender.” He shrugged. “I find you quite appealing.” “I feel the same about you.” “But you have a preference for men only, do you not?” Duncan raised his head a little and gazed at William. “Does that bother you?” William laughed. “Why would it? In truth it might break 28

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the heart of many a fair maiden that you will never be theirs, but for me, I am glad. It means I have you.” Duncan smiled, his lips curving very slightly at the edges, but enough for tiny little dimples to appear. Lord, he was a beautiful man. William’s cock was already half-hard again. “I wished you had spoken of your desires before,” Duncan admitted, leaning his chin on William’s arm. “All this time we could have been lovers.” “True, but as I said, I worried about your perceiving me to force you. I want only willing lovers.” “I am more than eager,” Duncan said eagerly. William chuckled. He couldn’t help it, the younger man was so damned adorable and enthusiastic. Was it any wonder the squire had his heart as well as his cock? He hadn’t expected to develop a tender regard for his squire, but he had, and there really wasn’t any point in denying it, at least to himself. He was not yet ready to reveal such deeper feelings. Everything was so new to Duncan. “Oh, my God, are you—” Duncan raised his head and looked down at William’s cock. His mouth gaped open comically. “You are hard again.” “Well, mostly, yes. I cannot help it, Duncan, I want you more than words can say.” Duncan blinked a few times and so rapidly William thought the squire was going to cry. Instead, the younger man shook his head, grinned and then inched down William’s body. “Duncan, what are you about?” 29

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In the next instant Duncan’s warm mouth closed around William’s cock head. William sucked in a breath. “Is that the right way?” His squire peeked up at him. “Aye.” Duncan returned his mouth to William’s cock and pulled it in, sucking lightly on it. William closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensations for several moments. He would eventually stop the squire before he came in his mouth. The younger man grasped the length with one hand and guided it farther into his moist heat. With his other hand he cupped William’s sac, squeezing. William’s eyes shot open and he arched up from the bed, pushing himself farther into his lover’s mouth. “Oh, my God.” Duncan pulled it in farther. William expected his gag reflexes to kick in, but was surprised when Duncan’s cheeks hollowed as he sucked harder. “Duncan, I’m going to come,” he warned. The younger man slid William’s cock out of his mouth for a moment. “Come, I want to taste it.” He enclosed it again. William groaned, his balls tightening and emptying down Duncan’s throat. Duncan swallowed without pause, then released William’s cock and wiped his mouth a little, a huge satisfied smile on his young face. William laughed again. Duncan scooted up and plopped himself down on William’s chest. “Did you actually like that?” William wondered. “Indeed.” “How the hell did you know how to do that so well?” 30

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Duncan hid his face. “Duncan?” “I’ve been practicing.” Raw jealousy slammed through William. He tightened his fingers on the squire’s locks. “Practicing?” “Um, yes, with…with objects. Oh, God, I can’t believe I told you that.” William bit his tongue to keep from laughing. “So, not with men, then?” “Nay.” Duncan sighed. “I’m glad to hear it.” Duncan shook his head. “Don’t worry, I only want you. I always imagined it was your cock.” William covered his eyes. “You’re going to kill me, boy.” “Yes, especially if you insist on calling me a boy. I am no boy, William. I am eighteen.” Duncan raised his head and glared at him. “You seem a boy to me. Lord, I feel ancient.” “You are only seven and twenty. Not even old enough to be my father.” William winced. “That doesn’t make me feel better.” Duncan sighed. “Now is not the time to make a big deal out of our age difference. Jesu, William, we’ve already—” “I know.” William ran his fingers through Duncan’s locks. “I don’t regret anything, it’s just a concern of mine, ’tis all.” “Well, you aren’t taking advantage of me,” Duncan said fiercely. “Good.” William yawned. “Now you must give me a few 31

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muscular body of his lover. Swallowing the lump in his throat, his heart raced and he reached out a trembling hand to touch William’s chest…to be certain. The skin was warm and surprisingly soft. William didn’t have a lot of hair on his chest, only a smattering of blond, which suited Duncan fine. He’d never admired hairy men. He rested his palm just below William’s right nipple and moved his fingers across it in a caress. William’s lashes fluttered. He stilled his exploration, watching carefully to see if he’d awakened the knight. But William’s breathing was still even and his blue eyes did not open. Duncan bit his bottom lip, which caused him to think of William’s lips. Who knew kissing could be so wonderful? For some reason, he’d always assumed kissing was to make females happy and really was the only reason men agreed to it. He’d been so very wrong. With his other hand he stroked his thumb over William’s upper lip. Next his gaze roamed down the knight’s body to his cock, thrusting erect from between his muscular thighs. Duncan inched his hand down to the object now riveting him. He paused mere inches from the erect penis. “Are you going to touch it, or just watch it?” Duncan’s gaze flew to William’s face. William’s incredible blue eyes stared back at him; his sensuous lips were curved in a mischievous smile. “I didn’t know you were awake.” William scooted to sit up. “I’ve been awake. I wanted to 34

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see what you would do.” He glanced toward the hearth. “It’s cold in here. I should stoke the fire.” “I can do it,” Duncan offered. “Nay, stay in bed where ’tis warm, squire.” William left the bed and padded barefoot and naked over to the hearth. Duncan kept his gaze on the knight’s sculpted ass. He shifted a little on the bed, his cock growing painfully hard. He wanted William to fuck him again. He bit his lip and wondered if he should just ask for it, or try to be more subtle. William crouched down and poked at the fire with a long iron stick. The flames roared to life. He rose and faced Duncan. “Are you…are you coming back to bed?” Duncan asked, feeling shy again. His face flamed. William laughed. “I can’t believe you’re still so uncertain of your appeal, Duncan. Aye, I am returning to bed.” He’d almost reached the bed, his large hard cock pointing enticingly in Duncan’s direction, when he stopped, frowning. “What is it?” Duncan’s heart plummeted. “I’m trying to recall where I put something.” William fingered his chin and took a few steps toward the chest of drawers, leaning down to open the bottom one. Duncan craned his neck to see what his lover was after, then stretched way out for a better view. “Stay in bed,” William ordered. He turned from the drawers and went to the wardrobe. “What are you seeking?” “Something I obtained from the Orient on one of my 35

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voyages there. Ah!” William came back to the bed holding a small round vial. He grinned. “What is that? Ale?” “Nay, simpleton. ’Tis too small a container for ale, do you not think? ’Tis a massage oil they use there.” “You wish me to give you a massage with this?” William rolled his eyes. “No. Can you not think of what I wish to use it for, Duncan?” Duncan thought a moment. If not a massage then…oh…his ass. Now he could barely contain his excitement. He reached for the small container. William laughed. “Hold on.” “But I want you to fuck me now.” “And I will. Don’t worry.” Still clutching the vial, William lay on top Duncan, pressing his smaller body into the mattress. His shaft pushed against Duncan’s leg, and Duncan stretched up to get closer. William set the vial down and then threaded his hands with Duncan’s, holding the younger man’s arms above his head. “Kiss me,” Duncan pleaded. He was thrilled when William didn’t hesitate, but instead ravished his lips. They kissed for several moments, neither breaking the contact, their tongues tangling. He could spend hours like this, he decided, just being held and kissed by William. William released one of Duncan’s hands to grab the oil, but didn’t stop kissing him. Duncan used his free hand to freely caress the knight’s supple spine. “Lift your ass for me,” William ordered and Duncan 36

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willingly obeyed. The knight coated his fingers with oil and gently pushed them in Duncan’s entrance. Duncan stiffened at the contact. “Relax and let me in,” William urged against his lips. Duncan spread his legs wider and lifted his hips, allowing the knight easier access. His own cock throbbed, pre-cum leaking from the tip. William had three fingers in him now and was thrusting them in and out, preparing the way. William slipped free and poured more oil into his hands, working it on his shaft, slicking it up. “Please,” Duncan whimpered, reaching for him. Lifting Duncan’s legs, William rested them on his shoulders. “Ready for me, Duncan?” “Yes, God, yes.” If William didn’t hurry, he was going to come. The knight plunged in balls’ deep. He pulled all the way out, then pushed all the way in. “William,” Duncan groaned. William quickened his thrusts, pounding Duncan’s ass so hard, Duncan thought for a moment the bed ropes would break. It held fast though. He raised his hips, meeting his lover’s thrusts. “You want it harder, squire?” “Yes, harder.” William moaned and rammed harder. Duncan closed his eyes, bit his lip, and tilted his head back. He stroked his erection, rubbing the cum leaking out all over it. His balls tightened almost painfully. “William, I’m 37

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going to come.” “Come for me,” William urged. Duncan yelled with his release, thick creamy liquid squirting on his stomach. William thrust into him several more times before screaming his name hoarsely and pouring into him. Duncan held his collapsed lover to him, William’s face buried in his chest. William wrapped his arms around Duncan tightly and they lay like that for a long time before either of them stirred or spoke. “William?” Duncan finally said. “Hmm?” His voice sounded thick with sleep. “Sorry, did I wake you?” “No worries. What is it, pest?” “Do you…do you think I will ever make knight?” Duncan suspected he wouldn’t. He didn’t seem to be anything like William or any of the other knights, really. He wasn’t even as skilled as most squires. William rolled to his back and pulled Duncan into his arms. “Do you really want to be a knight, Duncan?” He sighed. “I thought I did. My older brothers are all knights. It seemed the way of things. The men in my family have always been knights going back to the Normandy.” “Well, I think you can do anything you want to do.” “The other option presented to me by my father was to join the church,” Duncan said, wincing. “I couldn’t even begin to fathom being a priest.” William chuckled. “Aye, I can see why that would be 38

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unacceptable.” Duncan folded his hands on William’s chest and leaned his chin on them. “I can wield a sword well enough. A mace, too. But I don’t have the skill or strength to wield an axe or a javelin. And I’m terrible at riding horses.” “All of that can be worked on, Duncan, if you want. The more you train and practice, the greater your skill and strength. Even riding a horse well can be learned.” Duncan nodded. “But you must admit most men know these skills well by the time they are eight and ten.” “’Tis likely true,” William allowed. “You were winning tournaments by the time you were my age.” William smiled. “Aye, but not all knights do, Duncan. What is in your heart? If you have no desire to be a knight, you do not have to be.” “What other choice is there except the priesthood?” Duncan felt suddenly very discouraged and sad. “A scholar?” “Most scholars are priests, are they not?” “Mayhap. You do not have to decide just yet. I will not force you to be a knight if that is not your calling. There are soldiers and guards who are not knighted. This could be an option for you.” William yawned. “I care naught if you only share my bed and wile away the hours picking posies in the fields.” Duncan’s heart lightened. William was right. He certainly didn’t have to decide now. He should just enjoy what he had 39

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found with William. William stroked his head absently. “Now…go to sleep, pest. I do not feel like talking anymore.” Duncan nodded against him and hugged him. “William?” “Hmm?” “I love you.” “Me, too.” And then a soft snore.

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mentioned love again, but William definitely treated Duncan differently. He was more patient with Duncan’s mistakes, which he still managed to make a-plenty. More affectionate, too. In private anyway. Duncan was happier than he’d ever been in his life. He looked forward to every day, and his knightly skills had even begun to improve. On this day, he’d begun training early in the morning, but then a storm had come in and so they’d ceased for the day. He decided to indulge by making a hot bath. He’d carried the water into William’s rooms himself and then soaked for a good long time. It felt good not to have anything to do. As he lay in the tub, he started to stroke his cock, thinking of William. He thought about waiting for the knight, but it would likely still be hours before William returned to the chamber. These days it was always after dark and after the evening meal. William had taken to eating a small meal in the chamber while they talked. Mostly the days of him taking care of his own cock had ended, Duncan thought happily. He silently thanked God, then decided that was likely blasphemous. He leaned back in the giant wooden tub and stroked his shaft faster, using his other hand to squeeze his balls. If he only had another hand, Duncan grinned, he could use it to fuck his ass. His breathing labored, he closed his eyes and imagined William’s mouth on his cock, sucking and twirling his tongue around the head. “Uh,” he groaned, his sac tightening and his shaft 42

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emptying into the tub. Rolling his shoulders, he supposed he needed to get up and clean himself and the tub. He stepped out and reached for the cloth he used to dry off. The door to the chamber opened and he froze in the act of drying his buttocks. He turned to face the door, a welcoming smile on his face. “You’ve returned early.” William didn’t smile. He threw the bolt over the door, locking them in. He stood with his back to Duncan for several heartbeats. “William? What is it? Is it your father?” A painful lump lodged in Duncan’s throat. Even from where he stood he could see the tenseness in William’s broad shoulders. Still the knight didn’t turn around. “William?” “Get dressed, Duncan. We need to talk,” William said in a voice so low Duncan had to strain to hear him. Duncan turned and tried to search for the clothes he had discarded, his earlier cheerful mood squelched. Instead, a growing sense of doom hung over his thoughts as he grabbed up his hose and braes. Absurdly, suddenly shy of being naked in front of William, he went behind the small drape hanging by the wardrobe to pull on his clothes. William didn’t comment on it, but instead took two chairs and placed them in front of the hearth. Biting his lip, Duncan came out from behind the covering and sought out his soft leather boots. He didn’t know why, but whatever William wanted to talk about, he wanted to be fully dressed. He tied the sash around his tunic next and walked 43

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reluctantly over to the fire. “Sit, Duncan.” He tried not to flinch at the cold tone in William’s voice, but he wasn’t sure if he entirely succeeded. The lump in his throat grew more painful, and his heart thumped loudly and rapidly in his chest. Sinking down into the chair, he waited. William took the other chair and turned it to face the fire rather than Duncan. Whatever it was, he didn’t even want to look at him. “A messenger arrived today,” William said after a moment of staring at the fire. Duncan swallowed. “I…I saw the arrival. Was it something bad?” “’Twas a message from the king.” “I see.” He didn’t, but waited to hear more. He didn’t know enough about what went on with lords and kings to know for sure what the message would or could mean. “I’ve been commanded to marry Lady Eleanor, the daughter of the Earl of Rothschild in a month’s time.” William stopped and stared at his hands. ”She…is an excellent match. Her father is powerful and respected and a great ally to the king and to my father. Lady Eleanor is fair and kind. I could not ask for a better wife.” And there it was. The end of what he had with William. Why…his mind screamed…why didn’t he know it was coming? He should have. He’d known somewhere, deep inside, he did know. It was the way of things. Powerful lords married the daughters of powerful lords. They didn’t spend 44

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their nights in bed with their squires. As usual any happiness he had was short lived, Duncan thought miserably. He couldn’t sleep at the foot of William’s bed while he swived Lady Eleanor. It would break what was left of his heart. Clenching his eyes tight, Duncan forced the tears burning his eyes back to whence they came. He would not show the devastation he felt. Would not show weakness to William. “Good wishes to you and your bride, sir,” Duncan said, making his voice sound normal. William’s head snapped in his direction, his beloved blue eyes completely unreadable. “Duncan—” Duncan rose from the chair. “I…I have quite the mess to clean up, sir. I should probably seek out a servant or two to help me get rid of the water in the tub. Will you be wanting a fresh bath?” William’s jaw clenched. “No, not now. Duncan, there is more I would say, but my father has taken a turn for the worse and I have to return to his bedside.” “I’m very sorry to hear that, sir.” “Why… Hell, I’m William, Duncan. Just William.” He ran his long fingers through his blond locks and stood. Duncan nodded, but didn’t say anything. The truth was he didn’t trust his voice just now. He walked over to the drying cloth he’d cast aside earlier and picked it up. “Do you need anything else before you return to your father’s side?” “No,” William ground out. “I’ll be back tonight. We’ll talk then.” 45

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Duncan turned away and pretended to be busy. He heard the bolt slide back and the door slam. He sank to his knees and allowed the tears he held back to flow freely. There was nothing left to say. He couldn’t stay with William as just his squire any longer. He’d known a different kind of life, one of bliss, however briefly, where he loved and felt loved. He couldn’t go back to not mattering. Duncan allowed himself to wallow in self-pity for a short time more, but then rose to begin packing his meager belongings. He didn’t yet know where he would go exactly. But he wanted to be gone before William returned.

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“You all right, sweeting?” Duncan glanced up from rubbing the goblet with a cloth. The serving wench, Mary, looked at him quizzically. She carried a tray of mugs filled with ale for a table of customers a few feet from the counter. In the weeks he’d worked there, he’d become friendly with most of the others there. Mary was a large breasted woman whose husband worked a few doors down in the inn. “Aye.” He attempted a reassuring smile. She shrugged and walked away with her tray. His life was simple and not difficult, but it was empty and held no joy. When first he left William’s castle, he gave some thought to returning home. His family would accept him back, though they would certainly show him their disappointment. There had never been a way he could live up to his bigger, stronger brothers and father. None of them ever let him forget it either. In the end, he decided he didn’t want to face them any more than he wanted to live a lie with William and his new wife. Duncan guessed they’d married by now. The goblet slipped from his fingers and clattered to the floor. The clang turned heads his way. Flinching, Duncan bent down and picked it up and placed it on the shelf next to the others. Done with that task, he wondered what he should occupy himself with next. “Duncan.” “I’m sorry, Thomas. My fingers just slipped,” he said to the tavern owner who approached him. 48

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Thomas, a heavy-set balding man, frowned. “’Tis nothing. Duncan, there is someone here who has been asking for you.” “Me?” Duncan heard the squeak in his own voice. “He’s been here before,” Thomas explained. “I sent him away twice. But he’s very insistent.” He gestured to a hooded man sitting in the darkest corner of the tavern. “That’s him.” Duncan stared at the hooded figure. He couldn’t tell if the man looked in his direction or not, for the hood hid his face. He bit his lip wondering who would seek him here. “I tried to send him away again, but he won’t take no for an answer. Showed me a wicked looking sword. I want no trouble here, Duncan. Are you wanted?” “Nay, Thomas. I don’t know what this man wants. He must have me mixed up with someone else,” he said, blowing out a breath. He glanced at the others crowding the tavern. “Mayhap you’d better send him to my room so that he does not disturb your other guests.” Thomas nodded. “My thoughts exactly. Have you a weapon?” Duncan’s stomach twisted. “Aye, but I am hoping I don’t need one. Give me a few moments before you sent him up.” He glanced anxiously at the ominous hooded man. Thomas clapped him on the shoulder and walked in the man’s direction. Hell, who would track him down here? Someone sent by his family? Duncan tossed aside the drying cloth and took the stairs leading to his room two at a time. Twisting the handle, he entered the tiny room. It had only 49

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enough room for the small cot and a chest of drawers where he stored his few belongings. He knelt down next to it and opened the bottom drawer. He removed the wrapped bundle and unfolded it to reveal a jeweled dagger. It had been a gift from William before they began their relationship. For a moment, he allowed himself to caress the hilt, thinking of the man who given it to him. A short, sharp tap at his door shook him out of his reverie. He straightened and went to the door. “Who is it?” Silence greeted his question and his apprehension grew. He glanced to the other side of the room at the window. It wasn’t a very large opening, but he might be able to squeeze out and jump down without breaking any bones. “Duncan.” The word whispered through the door nearly stopped his heart. The voice. It could not be. He shook his head. Nay, he was imagining it. Conjuring up the deep, rich voice haunting his dreams. “Open the door, squire.” He released the lock with a shaking hand and opened it. Tears sprung to his eyes unbidden. Standing in front of his door was William, the hood draping down his back now. He simply stared at the blond god. There were dark smudges under the sky blue eyes, but otherwise he was as beautiful and perfect as always. Just like Duncan’s dreams. Finally…he had gone mad. His fantasy knight placed a large hand on the door and pushed his way in. Duncan took a step back and the dream 50

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closed the door and threw the lock. “Intending to use that on me, Duncan?” William asked softly, his gaze going to the dagger he still held. Duncan looked at the dagger, not really seeing it. His mind went blank and he was incapable of moving. William reached over and took the dagger from his grasp and set in on the chest of drawers. He turned back to Duncan, his gaze searching. “Do you know how long it has taken me to find you?” Duncan raised his gaze to the knight’s. “Why?” “Because you made it very difficult. London, Duncan? A tavern? You couldn’t have made it simple and gone home? I’ve searched churches, villages, everywhere.” Duncan wiped the tear that dripped down his cheek. “No. Why were you trying to find me?” William took a step forward and grabbed Duncan’s arms. “Why? You left me, Duncan.” He was aware he was crying harder and he tried to stop, but couldn’t. For the first time since he opened the door, he believed William might actually be here and not the dream he’d had so many times. He hiccupped. Clenching his eyes tightly closed, he shook his head furiously. “You don’t want me.” “The hell I don’t,” William said, his voice angry. He pulled Duncan against him. His erection pressed into Duncan. “Does that feel like I don’t want you?” Duncan’s own cock reacted to William’s arousal and grew hard. He tried to push away, but William held him fast. 51

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“You…had to marry. You are married. There’s no place in your life for me.” “You don’t know anything.” William hugged him. “God, you don’t know what I’ve been through. I can’t believe you left me.” Duncan embraced him back, for a moment allowing himself the luxury of feeling all of William. He leaned his head on the knight’s shoulder and inhaled the spicy masculine scent. William tilted Duncan’s chin up and slanted his lips over his. His tongue probed Duncan’s lips apart and thrust into his mouth. Duncan whimpered. “I want you, Duncan. I need you. I love you,” William whispered against his lips. “You’re everything to me.” Tears pressed Duncan’s eyes again and squeezed out. His heart raced and almost burst from his chest. He pulled William’s lips back to his and kissed him with all that he felt in his heart. William tried to move him toward the small cot, but Duncan quickly shook his head. “It will never hold our weight.” William nodded and pulled him toward the wall. He pushed Duncan against it and devoured his mouth. The knight pulled Duncan’s tunic over his head and tossed it aside. He made short work of his own jerkin and threw it in the same direction. Duncan practically crawled up William. He threaded his fingers in the soft blond locks covering his lover’s head. 52

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“Your boots,” William muttered. He knelt in front of the squire and untied the lacings on the knee boots he wore, and then removed both boots. He worked Duncan’s braes and hose down and pulled those off, too. “William,” Duncan groaned, his erection jutting out from between his thighs. A warm mouth engulfed his cock and his knees went weak. “Ah!” “Shh.” William worked Duncan’s cock in and out of his mouth, cupping and squeezing the balls. Duncan knew he wasn’t going to last very long with William sucking him. It had been too many weeks without his lover. He clenched his fingers in William’s hair. Jolts of pleasure went through him, every last feeling in his body concentrated in his straining shaft. His balls pulled tight, his whole body shook with sensation as William sucked him in deep. “God, William, William.” William grabbed Duncan’s ass cheeks, speeding up the thrusts of Duncan’s cock as he fucked his mouth. “Holy…ah…William,” Duncan cried hoarsely, his cock emptying between his lover’s lips. His whole body was wracked with tremors as he came over and over. His knees gave out under the assault, and William stood and hoisted him back up against the wall. He was vaguely aware of William pulling his own braes and hose down. William pressed three fingers to Duncan’s mouth. He automatically opened up and William slipped them in. When they were moistened, he withdrew them and pushed them into 53

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Duncan’s hole. Stiffening, Duncan’s eyes flew open and his gaze met William’s intense blue eyes. “It’s all right, Duncan,” William said soothingly. “Everything will be all right. Relax and let me in.” Duncan sighed, his body accepting the intrusion of his lover’s fingers. His cock was already half-erect. “Want you,” William whispered. He removed his fingers and pushed the head of his cock at Duncan’s entrance. Slowly he thrust all the way in, filling Duncan completely. William held Duncan’s legs up off the floor as he moved in and out of the younger man. The movements were smooth and easy, taking him gently against the wall. Duncan wrapped his arms around William’s neck, holding on, wanting to believe they could somehow be together. His heart yearned to believe. “You love me, don’t you, Duncan?” William asked, his gaze uncertain. Duncan was surprised at the vulnerability he saw there. His heart swelled, a lump formed in his throat and his now fully erect cock pressed against William’s stomach. “Yes.” William groaned and pushed in deeper, increasing his thrusts just a little. “Say the words, Duncan. I need to hear them.” He swallowed hard and bit his lip. “I…I love you, William.” William pumped faster, sweat beading his forehead. One arm held Duncan firmly against the wall, but he moved the other down to stroke Duncan’s cock. He leaned forward and 54

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pressed his lips to Duncan’s. Duncan’s legs were wrapped around William’s waist and he arched up just a little. The angle now gave William’s cock access to that certain spot…oh, yes! He whimpered. “God, I love that sound,” William said. His thrusts were no longer gentle, but quick and deep. He snapped his hips, fucking Duncan hard and fast. His hand working up and own Duncan’s shaft much the same. “Love you, love you.” “Uhhh.” Duncan closed his eyes as his orgasm slammed into him, semen shooting all over William. “Fuck!” William shouted, holding Duncan’s ass tight as he thrust over and over into him, pouring out into his lover. Breathing heavily, he lowered Duncan’s legs to the ground. Duncan’s legs wobbled and William hugged him to keep him upright. They stood, embracing and breathing heavily. Both of their bodies were slick with sweat. Finally, Duncan decided to move. Really, nothing had changed. William was here, had just made love to him, told him he loved him, but what had changed? Nothing. He pushed at William’s shoulders to move him. William didn’t protest and allowed him to move away. Duncan reached down to pick up his discarded hose and braes, keeping his gaze averted. William re-dressed himself and then went to sit on the cot. He gestured to Duncan to come closer. Unable to change his habits, Duncan obeyed instantly. He stood between the knight’s outstretched legs. “Duncan, I told you we would talk later. Why did you 55

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leave me without a word?” William asked. “What was there to say?” Duncan stared at the floor, misery overtaking him again. “You had to marry.” “Look at me.” Duncan raised his gaze to William’s. He was stunned to see just a hint of wetness in the sky blue. He swallowed hard. “I told you, you are everything to me. Do you believe that?” Duncan bit his lip. “But—” “No.” William touched his finger to Duncan’s lips. “Even had I married Lady Eleanor, you were still going to be a part of my life. You are a part of me.” Duncan frowned. “Haven’t you married Lady Eleanor yet?” William shook his head. “No.” “But your father—” “Has died. I am Baron de Villiers now.” “I’m sorry.” William smiled just a little. “Lady Eleanor eloped with one of her father’s vassals. I will not be marrying her.” Duncan’s heart thudded. “You…but…won’t the king find you a new wife?” William grabbed Duncan’s hand. “Mayhap, eventually. But not for a while. I have convinced him to wait. There will be no match any time soon.” A tiny spark of hope filled him. Duncan blinked. “Then…you…you want me to come home?” William’s smile was broad and beautiful. “Yes, Duncan. 56

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No matter what the future holds, I want you with me. Loving me, needing me.” Duncan threw his arms around William and hugged him tight. “I want that, too. More than anything.” “Promise me you will never leave me again, squire,” William ordered, his voice gruff as he buried his face in Duncan’s chest. Duncan didn’t bother to stop the tears of happiness flowing down his cheeks. His heart leapt. “Not ever, my knight.”

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SHAWN LANE

Shawn Lane believes love and passion know no boundaries. Shawn writes both erotic love stories involving men in historical or contemporary settings and interracial romances between men and women. Shawn is always looking for new stories and new characters to create while holding down life in California.

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