This Strange World Needs A Kicking! – Ch. 16
By Laura S. Fox
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Chapter Sixteen – Cousin
Dearest
When Milo flicked open
the lights in his bedroom, Sebastian closed his eyes. He was annoyed, and
rightfully so. Due to some silly curse, he was in the unfathomable position to
play the role of a different person, someone who was as remote from him as
anyone could be. What made matters worse was his growing attraction toward this
young man. Usually, he would have taken everything he wanted from someone who
was infatuated with him.
But Milo wasn't
infatuated with him, Prince Sebastian, protector of Ifigia.
No, he was smitten and head over heels with his friend, Kai, and Sebastian
couldn't stand the idea.
He was suddenly weak, and
it was all because of the damned fascination he appeared to have developed
concerning Milo. The boy shouldn't have elicited such a strong interest in him
by any means. Sebastian had had princes, knights, and high-born nobles in his
bed. All of a sudden, he appeared to have lost his coolness when it came to
such matters.
It was annoying to the
point of being unbearable.
"Are you getting cold
feet?" Milo came from behind and began rubbing his shoulders slowly.
"My feet are perfectly
fine," Sebastian replied in a cutting tone.
Milo stopped. "You are,"
he said with a tinge of reproach. "You're bailing out on me."
Sebastian wished his
vocabulary would have been extensive enough to understand this funny way of
talking. But he could quickly glean where the source of Milo's disappointment
lay.
"I'm not who you think I
am," Sebastian said and turned to face the other.
Milo caressed his hair
slowly, pushing it behind the ears. Sebastian winced and wanted to recoil from
that gentle touch.
"Things change, right?"
Milo asked, his voice a little sad now. "I mean, it was quite the leap of faith
for me to confess. I told myself that I wouldn't want to lose you as a friend,
but the cat is out of the bag, right?"
"The cat is completely
out of the bag." That had to be an expression about how lately, Kai had been
acting a bit like a person not exactly in his right mind, Sebastian thought. As
self-assured as he had always been in his role as a royal, this strange new
world was changing everything he knew about his own self.
Right now, he wanted to
lie, to tell Milo what he wanted to hear, only to feel the boy's calloused hands
on his skin, touching him everywhere.
Prince Sebastian wasn't a
liar, and this wasn't a change he would embrace. "Milo," he said firmly, "I'm
not your friend Kai."
Milo smiled and kissed
him softly. "We'll take it easy, don't worry. And we can just make out."
"You're not listening,"
Sebastian insisted. It was getting progressively difficult to keep his head on
his shoulders when he was being kissed gently like that. Milo was close, and
the scent of his skin was maddening. They were both a bit sweaty after spending
an entire evening at The Pit, and Sebastian appreciated being able to inhale
Milo's natural smell.
It was just one of the
little things that made him weak to the knees whenever a handsome young man was
in his presence.
"I'm listening," Milo
protested, but he giggled, making Sebastian feel the tiny hairs on his nape
rise.
"I am Prince Sebastian of
Ifigia, and I'm here because of a strange curse," he
continued while digging his nails into his palms and enduring Milo's gentle
assault with increasing difficulty.
"All right. What would
you like to do, Prince Sebastian? Wasn't it Sendrian,
though?" Milo's handsome face scrunched up in thought.
"No, I'm not talking
about the prince from that book," Sebastian explained. "I'm real, not a
fictional character."
Milo smiled and brushed
his lips ever so slowly across Sebastian's mouth, pouring heat into his veins.
"I can tell. Do you want me to call you Your Majesty? Will that get me into
your pants?" He snickered like the naughty boy he was.
"I have a feeling you
believe I'm speaking in jest." Sebastian put his hands against Milo's chest.
His fingers moved by
themselves. His weakness was getting the better of him, and he began caressing
the other through the fabric of his t-shirt.
"No, no, I totally get it,"
Milo protested, but he grinned as he snuck one hand under Sebastian's t-shirt
and pinched one nipple hard. "I'll call you what you want."
Sebastian hissed as Milo
continued to attack both his nipples now. As the prince of the realm, he had
always conducted matters of such a nature as the one in charge. Without a
doubt, his lovers could only treat him so roughly only when he commanded it. To
have it done to him without his being the one to order it was unthinkable.
And yet, so arousing, to
the point that he felt turning weak in Milo's arms.
"You brought this on
yourself," Sebastian huffed and grabbed Milo by the front of his t-shirt. "I am
not to be held responsible for what will follow."
Disobedient green eyes
challenged him. "Oh, yeah?" The alluring mouth talked, so Sebastian was left
with no other way to make it stop but to kiss it to perdition.
Even so, he knew he would
be responsible for all eternity for stealing this young man's affection when he
wasn't in the least entitled to it, and he was sneaking inside his heart like a
thief.
"I want to kiss you all
over, Your Majesty," Milo said, his beautiful lips curled in a mischievous
smile. "Is that all right?"
Sebastian pushed him
against the bed and climbed on top of him. From his vantage point, he stared
down Milo, hoping he would at least have a modicum of his imposing presence
while in Kai's puny body. But Milo looked not at all impressed, and instead of
cowering under Prince Sebastian's well-known cool gaze, he bit his bottom lip
and stared back with unhidden want in his green eyes. "I don't mind if you want
to take the lead. Maybe you've watched more tutorials than me," he said with a
small, embarrassed chuckle.
He was just that fine
combination between someone with no experience whatsoever and one ruled by
desire. Sebastian groaned as he leaned in and took Milo's mouth. He didn't hold
back this time; he didn't consider it a necessity anymore to play the role of
shy, inexperienced Kai.
Milo didn't believe him
and treated everything as if it were a joke. Sebastian wanted nothing but to
exact the proper punishment. He felt the other squirm under him as he used
everything he knew about kissing a man and arousing him to no end. With one
hand wrapped firmly along Milo's jaw, he conducted his sensual assault by
tasting to the fullest the naughty mouth that fascinated him so much.
Milo moaned prettily as
Sebastian found his way inside, teasing him with his tongue over and over until
his soft grunts turned urgent with growing desire. When he finally let go of
him, Milo was panting and staring at him in awe. "Is this how we're going to
make out? I don't think I'll last five minutes."
Sebastian dismounted Milo
and went for the prize. The other didn't utter one word of protest as he was
freed from his trousers and undergarments, left naked save for the t-shirt
covering his upper body.
Maybe it would be a night
for firsts, after all, Sebastian decided, the rush of a new feeling coursing
through his veins. He was the one to be pleasured, he had always been that, but
right now, Milo deserved better, no matter how playful his gaze was and how he
didn't believe a word Sebastian was saying.
"Oh, wow, oh," Milo
stuttered as Sebastian made a move.
His lips were wrapped
around the engorged head, and the sudden taste on his tongue stopped him. The
rules of his life were simple. Never indulge too much in desire or its
fulfillment. Of course, he had rarely obeyed it, if ever, when it came to men,
but there had been boundaries he hadn't crossed.
Until now. Milo was
correct in his assumption that Sebastian had spent some valuable time perusing
videos aimed at showing in detail what went on between two men when naked and
driven by the same want for one another. He moved his mouth together with his
hand ever so slowly, not knowing if he was doing it right.
Never before had he felt
so vulnerable in front of another. And Milo didn't know of it, couldn't know,
for the simple fact that the truth was impossible to believe.
He moved so that he ended
on his knees, in front of the bed, between Milo's legs. It was easier like
this, he convinced himself, as his own desire guided him on how to move and
make it better for the man he was kneeling for.
It was a strange sort of
atonement, he fought his addled mind urging him to rush. Then Milo's hands
rested on his head and began caressing his hair. "I can't believe it," he
whispered, "you're... you're sucking me..."
Sebastian didn't need a
crude explanation of what he was doing at the moment. But Milo's low and ragged
voice, the wonder in it at being tasted in that manner, were enough to make him
go further.
He almost regretted never
indulging before in such practices with other men. No, it wasn't regret he was
feeling, but the complete opposite. He was strangely elated for experiencing
such a thing for the first time, for being the one to kneel, something unheard
of, something unfathomable for someone like him.
"You're too good, you're
so good," Milo breathed out. "Don't stop, please, you're killing me."
Sebastian knew that Milo
didn't mean that. He understood the soft plea, and it was his sole intention to
make the young man surrender to him completely. All this time, he couldn't
understand the power the handsome men that had passed through his life had had
on him. But now he did.
"Ngh,
no, too much," Milo keened, "just... I think I'm going to... Kai!" he shouted with
sudden urgency.
Sebastian moved his hand
faster. Those pleas were meant to stimulate him to keep going, but he was still
taken by surprise when Milo stilled, only that part of his body twitching and
pulsing. He knew what was in his mouth, but what was harder to believe was that
he didn't mind it at all.
No, on the contrary, it
was his reward.
Moments later, when he
got to his feet and licked his lips, only that sentiment of fulfillment remained.
Until he looked at Milo.
He had one arm thrown over his face, and his skin was flushed. "If you want to
kick me in the nut sack, just do it," he mumbled.
"Why would I do that?"
Sebastian asked, rightfully puzzled.
Milo let his arm drop and
threw Sebastian a look that belonged to a kicked puppy, not a handsome young
man like him. "I came in your... argh, I can't believe I did it! I'm such a
jerk!" He suddenly jumped to his feet, his face all crimson. "Should I get you
something? A glass of water? Juice? Mouthwash?"
Sebastian grimaced. Of
all the inventions ever-present in this strange world, he found mouthwash to be
unusable and downright disgusting.
Milo must have
interpreted his expression for something else because his face fell. "It's
yucky, right? I'm so sorry!" He ran his hands through his hair, and then he
kneeled suddenly. He brought his hands in front, clasping them together.
"Please, please, forgive me for being such a huge jerk."
It wasn't that Sebastian
didn't enjoy watching that beautiful man at his feet, but he didn't have to
feel so troubled. He touched his lips and then licked them. "I have nothing to
forgive. I must say that I wasn't expecting it to be so palatable."
Milo's face went through
a formidable transformation. He got to his feet and caught Sebastian's face
between his palms. Then he kissed him hard and quick. "You're the best
boyfriend ever, you know that, right?"
"Of course," Sebastian
replied, giddy at the praise and annoyed for feeling so at the same time.
Milo chuckled and rubbed
their noses together. "That means it's my turn."
Sebastian caught him
before he would kneel. "No, that won't be necessary. I'm rather tired."
He was lying through his
teeth. He knew at least one part of his body that didn't agree at all with him.
Milo appeared
disappointed. "Are you sure? I want us to be, you know, reciprocal and stuff."
But that was something
Sebastian couldn't allow. For the first time in his life, he realized that he
had first to give to earn the right to receive.
***
His tongue was weighing a
ton, or so it felt, and his head was pounding. Kai extracted himself from the
bed and Pepin's embrace with the only thought of hitting the bathroom and deal
with whatever he had to deal with to get rid of those unpleasant sensations.
"I'll never drink again,"
he promised himself. What the hell had he been thinking, taking to the bottle
like that? What if he became an alcoholic? He would be a sad drunk, he was
sure.
Suddenly, the memory of
what had happened after drinking that delicious liquor hit him with the power
of a freight train. No, he wouldn't be a sad drunk, but a pretty gay one. For
some reason, he had taken a trip to the wild side the night before, and he
could only blame it on the drinking. And with Pepin, of all people!
Pepin was supposed to be
off-limits. He was his best friend in this world, and people didn't just go
around sucking off their best friends, right? Conrad would have been a
different matter since he was the concubine, but –
What the hell was he
thinking right now? All right, so it was a disaster, and he needed to deal with
it, somehow. He half-turned and looked at Pepin, who was still sleeping. The
beautiful face looked serene, and most probably, the servant didn't believe
that what had happened last night was a disaster, like he thought.
No, Pepin was in love
with Sebastian, and Kai had managed to make a mess out of it. Now, of course,
Pepin would expect things to evolve between them. It had been, probably, just
casual sex, not that Kai had any idea about any kind of sex, as he was yet to
have some.
Only that he had had
some; the realization struck him and kept him paralyzed there, staring at
Pepin. One look at those rosy lips and he could recall everything in the
tiniest detail, how soft they had been on his... the-thing-he-wouldn't-think-of-right-now.
Kai pushed his hands
through his hair and winced at how tangled it was. Pepin was the guy in charge
of brushing his hair, so as soon as he learned that they had had nothing but
casual sex, he would most probably use his comb to make sure there was no hair
left on His Majesty's head.
Therefore, he needed to
embrace life as a bald guy. But would Pepin stop at that? Kai began to ponder
over what the ruthless fate – that he had pretty much laid down for himself –
had in store for him. He would have to give Pepin satisfaction somehow, once
for the simple fact that Kai would have to get back into Sebastian's shoes and
act like an unfeeling prick, and second because he had stolen the servant's
first sexual experience. And third, of course, for fooling him into thinking he
was Sebastian, which might have made Pepin feel like in heaven last night.
Kai began pulling at his
hair. At that pace, Pepin might not have to take his vengeful comb at him and
leave him bald. He was doing a pretty good job, as things were.
"What am I going to do?"
he moaned.
Pepin stirred in his
sleep, and Kai panicked in the blink of an eye. If those blue eyes opened and
looked at him filled with love, he could only hope that the earth would open
underneath his feet and swallow him. He didn't even ask to be spit on the other
side in his real world. He deserved to be punished for his stupid actions from
last night. And he could never face Pepin again, not in this life.
Maybe a good idea was to
lock himself in the bathroom forever. He would conduct the courtly duties by
having his orders shouted through the door. They could carve a tiny opening and
slide a tray of food at convenient times... But how would he go about fighting
dragons and such if he remained locked in there?
"Your Majesty," Pepin
called sleepily, "is it morning already?"
No more time left to
think. Kai panicked for real. The blue eyes were staring at him, exactly like
he had expected. "Yes, and you're still in bed," he said in an obnoxious
tone.
Pepin frowned slightly.
"I'll tend to you right away."
Kai put one hand up. "No
need. I'll brush my hair alone. And do all the other things by myself. You can
sleep some more if you want. You totally got wasted last night." He winced as
he said the words.
Good going, Kai, blame it on him.
The blue eyes blinked. "I
remember clearly that you were the one barely keeping on two feet. I had to
carry you here."
Ah, damn, Pepin wouldn't
fold down like a good old towel. Of course not, he was no doormat and no towel,
either.
"You did? Maybe you did,"
Kai said while pretending to be thinking hard, "as I
can't recall a single thing. The last thing I remember is drinking that thing.
And then that I woke up in my bed, like five minutes ago."
Pepin frowned and straightened
up. He looked amazing, even with bed hair and burning eyes. Kai hoped he
wouldn't get out of the bed to confront him, or he might break into a naked run
around the castle only to escape the guy's rightful retribution.
"You... don't remember a
thing? From last night?" Pepin asked quietly and gathered the blanket around
his naked body.
Why was he covering
himself? It wasn't like Kai was ogling him or anything, right?
No, he was totally ogling
him. Pepin had to feel weird because of that.
"I like totally blacked
out," Kai said, trying to sound credible. To his ears, he was practically
screaming himself a liar. "What? Did something happen? Something I should
know?"
Too bad he could sound
like an arrogant prick so easily while in Sebastian's body. Pepin recoiled at
his words. He got out of bed and began dressing up. "I'll be with you in a
minute, Your Majesty."
"Hey, you don't have to
call me `Your Majesty' every single moment. And we're alone," Kai insisted.
Pepin straightened up his
waistcoat and brushed his hair with his fingers. Then he gave Kai a look that
could freeze water at the equator. "I do have to call you that, given that you
pretend you don't remember what happened between us last night. Just so you
know, a dismissal on the grounds that you like Conrad better or that you simply
don't care about me would have been more honest."
Kai opened his mouth to
say something in his defense, but nothing came out.
"But you are my lord and
master," Pepin continued, "so I should be content with the small glimpse of
happiness you spared for me last night."
Kai rubbed the back of
his head. He was totally lost about what he was supposed to do. A sort of gut
instinct – it had to be related to the digestive system since it came from the
stomach somewhere – pushed him to walk over to Pepin, take him in his arms, and
beg to be forgiven.
But he still had that
other instinct that catered to self-preservation advising him against it.
"I... have no idea what
you're talking about," he said with half a mouth.
Pepin didn't move his
eyes away, keeping him under that scrutiny for a little more. "And I don't know
you anymore. For some reason, you chose to act differently last night and now
you're taking it all back. I'll always serve you, Your Majesty, but I cannot
promise that I'll continue to love you the way I've done so far."
To his surprise, Pepin
walked stiffly out of the room.
"Hey, weren't you
supposed to tend to me..." Kai called meekly.
He hurried after him but
stopped by the door. He could swear he had heard a small sob followed by
running steps.
***
With incredible
difficulty, he managed to brush his hair without pulling it all out of its
roots and dress up. What was he going to do with Pepin? The guy was mad at him
and for all the right reasons. The last thing the servant needed in his life
was to have casual sex – even if it had only been oral – with the dude he'd
been crushing on for years. Kai pinched the bridge of his nose and sniffled. He
felt awful, and he didn't know what to do to correct what he had done to Pepin
without blurting out who he really was. Would he be burned at stake? Tied to
four horses and then smacked on the butt? The horses, not him. Disemboweled,
maybe? He had no idea what kind of punishment awaited him for impersonating
someone as important as Prince Sebastian.
A knock on the door
startled him. If it was Pepin, he needed to find a way to apologize without
risking losing his head in the most literal sense of the words. He rushed to
the doors and opened them wide, only to find himself face to face with Galien.
The duke was just as
startled seeing him, which was weird since he must have known on whose door he
had just knocked. "Sebastian, what is the matter?" Galien
pushed him inside and closed the doors behind them. "First thing in the morning
a red-eyed Pepin comes to wake me up, and now, you... are you crying?"
"I'm not crying," Kai
protested and sniffled again.
"What happened with you
two?" Galien insisted.
No longer able to keep it
in, Kai threw himself at his so-called cousin. He wrapped his arms around his
shoulders and buried his head in the crook of a strong shoulder. "We traded
lollipops and now Pepin won't talk to me anymore!" This time, he started crying
for real.
Galien
patted him on the back, hesitantly at first but then more forcefully. "By Gods,
you throw me off my feet, Sebastian. What is this lollipop trading you're
talking about? Come on, be a good boy and stop crying. As your cousin, I'm here
to help you, but first I must understand what went on between the two of you."
Great. Now Galien would start suspecting him even more, but Kai had no
idea who to turn to. Conrad hadn't come to the royal chambers last night, and
it wasn't like he could talk to his concubine about something involving another
man. Even with his lack of experience in sex and romance, he could tell that
something like that wouldn't be well received at all.
The duke pushed him
toward the bed, and they both sat. Galien pulled an
exquisite handkerchief out of his pocket and offered it to Kai, who took it and
blew his nose in it. He made an attempt to give it back, but he was met with an
amused and slightly perplexed look. "You can keep it," Galien
said.
"But that means we'll get
into a fight," Kai argued. "I'll wash it and give it back."
"Of course. Now, please
tell me what happened after you two left."
It would be embarrassing
like hell, but Galien was famous, according to
Conrad, for his gallant affairs, so he had to know a few things about how to
deal with someone you had traded lollipops with.
Kai twiddled his thumbs
and looked down. "We were both pretty wasted. I mean, I was," he admitted.
Galien
chuckled. "I was surprised to see you drink so fast. And amusing."
Kai glared. "Are you
going to laugh at me?"
"No, far from me."
Galien
wasn't to be trusted by how his lips twitched, but he was the closest thing to
someone he could talk to, so Kai had to live with it.
"My lips and tongue were,
like, tingling," Kai continued as Galien nudged him.
"I had this idea that Pepin must be sweet. You know, all over." He gestured at his
body and insisted on his midsection.
Galien
quirked an eyebrow. "Fascinating. Please, do go on."
Kai shook his head and
blew his nose some more. "So... I tasted his lollipop. And he tasted mine," he
added quickly. He had no idea how to explain it without feeling like his head
would burst from too much embarrassment.
"And by lollipop, you
mean..." Galien made a small gesture toward Kai's body
that left out any guessing work.
"Yeah," Kai said and
hunched his shoulders.
He sighed when Galien started to laugh. "You said you wouldn't laugh," he
mumbled.
"I am so terribly sorry,"
Galien replied and chuckled some more. "I just find
it hard to imagine the proud and powerful Prince Sebastian choosing to indulge
in such delights. I thought you were the type who preferred to be, well, let's
say, the one to receive."
Kai pouted. "You're just
making fun of me."
Galien
took him by the shoulders. "It is a bit amusing, but I won't laugh at you
anymore. So, you and Pepin discovered the pleasure of getting acquainted in a
more intimate manner."
"You don't find it
weird?" Kai asked. Probably not, Galien was a
seducer, as he had said before.
"What? Indulging in
tasting a man's most precious possession? I am quite particular and fond of the
practice myself," Galien admitted promptly.
Kai covered his ears.
"That's a bit too much info!"
Galien
pulled his arms down. "You want my advice, do you not? I am your cousin
dearest, after all."
Kai nodded.
"So, first thing first," Galien began, "what seems to be the problem? Don't tell me
your performance was subpar. I could give you lessons if you so desire."
"No!" Kai protested,
absolutely terrified by the idea. "And I didn't suck... I mean, I did, but I
guess not in a bad way since Pepin came..." He choked on his own words.
"Pepin came..." Galien encouraged him.
Kai couldn't say the
words. He wouldn't live through it. So he just opened his mouth and pointed at
it. "You know, down the hatch."
Galien
covered his lips and rubbed against them hard with his knuckles. Kai could tell
cousin dearest had a hard time keeping from laughing. So he turned his back at
him and then threw himself on the bed, hugging a pillow and hiding his face in
it. "You're laughing at me! I hate you!"
"Now, now," Galien patted his back, "don't be like this. Just tell your
cousin why both you and Pepin have been crying if it was so good between you
two?"
Kai sighed one time long
and hard. "It's complicated."
TBC
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