Date: Sat, 2 Mar 2024 08:53:57 +0000 (GMT)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 156f

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With both of us now dressed and decent again, we headed out in to the
corridor and walked straight into Mr McPhee.

"Jones, Matty? Everything okay?"

I blushed and looked down as Matty bumbled, "Err, Yes Mr McPhee".

McPhee's eyes flashed up and broke into a grin as he read the sign above
us. 'The Linen Cupboard'.

**

Operation Pied Piper – Part 156f

Part 156f minor characters making an appearance or receiving a mention:

Captain Tim Krueger – (Tim/Captain Krueger/Krugs) US Army. Captain of
South African Boer heritage.

Prince Frederick, Nikolai – (Freddy/His Highness Prince Frederick,
Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glucksburg/the Count of Monpezat) 15yrs
old. Grandson of the King of Denmark.

Jeremy Miles (Jeremy) – Was Pilot Officer 23yrs – Now groom for Davy
and Forts.

George Murray – (George) 15yrs. Groom. Will's younger brother.

**

Chris takes up the story

As soon as I got back to Pittodrie, I spotted the US Army staff car outside
the main entrance. I wondered who was visiting. I headed into the main
house and bumped straight into Denis.

"Hi Chris."

"Hello Denis, I see we have visitors?" I nodded back towards the US Army
staff car.

He paused, gave a sly glance around and dropped his voice, "Only one, that
South African Captain, Tim Krueger."

I picked up on Dennis' barely concealed hostility. "What does he want?
Doesn't he know Forts is away?"

Denis nodded, "He came to see Davy apparently, and yes, he knew Forts was
away... I overheard him saying so."

I am sure my pulse quickened. James had told me to look after Davy and
here, well... "Where are they now?"

"Davy had arranged to go and view Dunecht House, the one that Mishcon sent
the details through for... Tim volunteered himself to go with him."

"Really?" I now felt really uneasy. I had seen how Tim had charmed Davy on
his last visit. I also knew how unhappy Forts had been about the whole
thing. To be honest, although I hate to say it, I was amazed it was Dan Tim
had been found fucking and not Davy, or maybe I had everything totally
wrong.

I had barely gotten the word out when the Jeep appeared from the
carriageway. It came to a halt by the main doors and the US staff car..

I turned to Denis. "Come on, let's find out what is going on."

With forced smiles, Denis and I went out to meet them. "Davy, hello, you
are back."

Davy was laughing as he clambered out of the rear of the Jeep with Tim,
both of them were beaming and obviously had been enjoying themselves. Davy
turned to me, "Hi Chris, where were you? I was hoping you would be around
to come with us. The house is amazing... You remember Tim?"

I nodded, fixing my smile, I ignored the first part of Davy's question. I
turned to face Tim. "Yes, how could I forget?"

With a look of surprise, Davy gasped, "What?"

I continued smiling as Davy's eyes narrowed. I held out my hand to
Tim. "Good to see you again, Captain Krueger."

"And you Chris." Tim took my hand. I had to agree he was a strikingly
good-looking chap, tall and blond, with amazing blue eyes and there was
that accent that Davy had raved about the first time we met him again.

Davy appeared more defensive suddenly. He glanced towards Denis. Tobias
inhaled and swallowed as Davy spoke, his eyes looking to the
ground. "Denis, Tim is going to be staying for a couple of nights, he has a
long pass, great news, isn't it?"

Denis glanced at me and then back at Davy, "What, he is going to be staying
here? ... With His Imperial Highness away?"

Davy's eyes narrowed, "Yesss ... Where else?" Davy's eyes spun to me.

Before Davy could say anything else, Denis nodded and turned to leave. "I
will inform the chef, Your Grace."

Davy was no longer smiling. Now he definitely knew something was a
foot. "Come on, Tim, let's get you inside." I got a disapproving glare from
him as they passed me into the house.

"Err Chris," Tobias mumbled my name and made eye contact with me, mouthing,
"I need to speak to you."

I knew what it was going to be about; I wasn't blind. Subdued and sounding
exasperated, Tobias told me all about the journey to Dunecht House,
including the kiss and bottle of wine in the summerhouse. I passed no
comment, just nodded and thanked him for telling me. I made my way back
into the house. Denis didn't say anything either, his eyes said it all. He
just pointed down towards the Garden Room. I nodded and headed down to it.

I didn't knock, just marched in. "Ah, you are both in here."

Davy and Tim were seated, laughing, on one of the large couches. I crossed
over to them, "Room for a little one?" They shuffled apart as ignoring a
'hummf' and a growled snip, "Is there something wrong with the other
seats?" >From Davy, I plonked my arse down in the middle of the couch right
between them.

I turned, smiling at Davy, getting another pissed off look. "Come on then,
tell me all about Dunecht House. Are you really thinking of buying it?"

Davy nodded, answering without any real emotion, just a hint of irritation
in his voice. "Yes, I think so."

I winked and chuckled, "Wow, plus another fifty thousand acres. It makes
Forts' couple of plates sound like nothing. Then again, you can never have
too many plates or houses." I laughed at the deliberate absurdity of my own
statement. "What do you think, Tim? What does a farm boy from South Africa
think?" I could feel Davy's eyes burning into the back of my head as I
addressed Tim. Okay, maybe I had gone too far.

Tim looked mildly uncomfortable, but didn't take the bait. "Err, my family
has only ever lived in one small house." He chuckled, "We only had one set
of plates for that matter, too."

He had just exposed his jugular. "Yes, I imagine... It must be nice to hang
out with the rich folks, now though... When you're not paying?" My voice
dropped towards the end of the sentence.

Tim looked down, pensively. Hopefully, that was a blush of embarrassment I
saw too.

On my other side, it suddenly sounded like Davy was about to choke. I
turned to face him, he was giving me a very strange wide-eyed look, he
cocked his head to one side, silently hissing, "What are you up to? What's
going on, Chris?"

I smiled sweetly back, pointedly adding just loud enough for him to
hear. "Nothing and nothing, If I can help it!"

Davy snarled at me and raised his eyebrows and gave his head a shake. He
blinked and leant forward, having to peer round me to see Tim. "You liked
it, Tim, didn't you? The house."

Tim nodded, back smiling at Davy. "Yes, it was very beautiful. It would
make an amazing home for a couple."

"Or family," I interrupted, still smiling, "From what you have said, I am
sure Forts will love it as well... Tobias mentioned it had a lovely, glazed
summerhouse."

Tim raised his eyebrow slightly, and a sly look of perception flashed
across this face. He had cottoned on now that I was goading him, them both,
in fact.

Before anyone could say anything more, Denis appeared through the double
doors leading into the family dining room. "Excuse me, Your Grace, a phone
call for you. I have had it put through to the family dining room."

Davy stood, making a point of staring at the phone nearby. "Is that one not
working?"

"Sorry your Grace, I thought you would like more privacy. It's YOUR
PARTNER, His Imperial Highness, Forts."

Davy's initial irritation with both Denis and I vanished, and he
immediately broke into a smile. "Forts, great, excuse me Chaps, I won't be
a minute.. well actually I probably will be awhile, chat amongst
yourselves." Davy hurried through the double doors into the dining
room. Denis gave me a sly nod as he followed and closed them both behind
him.

*

I waited until the door clicked shut. I turned to Tim, "So you liked the
house?"

Tim sat back on the couch, his beautiful turquoise blue eyes focusing on
mine. "I did..." He bit his lip, "Err Chris, what is going on? What's with
all the barbs and digs at me?"

"Sorry, how do you mean?"

Tim sat forward, his hands coming together on his knees. "Now, I know you
are not stupid... You know exactly what I mean. I have had Tobias glaring
at me all morning, then Denis, and now you, putting me down and making
snide comments about my background. I appreciate that I am not one of the
upper classes like yourself, but, well, am I not welcome here?"


**


Davy takes up the story

"Forts, it's you! Hello darling... Yes, I am great, missing you and so are
the boys.. yes and the dogs, too." I chuckled, "What's happened? What here,
nothing ... It is great to hear from you... What, Denis called you? ... Oh,
he said you had rung to speak to me." I swallowed. Denis was still standing
silently nearby, he quickly looked at the ground, avoiding my eyes. "Did
he... No, darling, I've not been up to too much... Oh, Tim arrived
earlier... yes... YES, Tim, Captain Krueger... You know? ... Denis already
told you... You were waiting to see if I mentioned it? Forts, of course, I
was going to tell you! ... I don't think he wants anything... He just
popped by... Forts, I don't know if he knew you were away... Forts,
please... I am not going to do anything... No, not without you... No that
doesn't mean I want too!" I paused and glared at Denis again. Once more, he
uncomfortably looked away. "Look, I only took Tim to see that estate that
Mishcon sent you the details for... Dunecht House... No, Chris wasn't with
us... Chris wasn't about... Did Denis forget to mention that?!... No Forts,
Tobias drove me..." I paused and glared at Denis again. "Yes, Forts, I am
still here... Now, can we change the subject please?! Have Dima, Robert and
dad left yet? ... Oh, well send them my love... Oh, so, you don't know when
you will be back then? ... You're having dinner tonight at Windsor Castle
with the King and Queen Mary? ... That means the Duchess of Beaufort will
be there too, then? No... I know you won't... I do trust you... It doesn't
sound like you trust me though... Oh well, have fun, say hello to everyone
for me... Sorry, what? Denis also told you that Tim intended on staying for
a few days and nights. Why haven't I mentioned it?" I swallowed, "Forts, I
haven't done anything wrong... I wouldn't... Yes, Tim asked if he could
stay. He has a long pass... Forts please... You have to trust me." I felt
my eyes filling up as his tone became quite judgemental and inquisitorial,
angry even. "I don't need this. Forts, please... I will ask Tim to leave if
that's what you want. ... Chris? Chris is here now, yes... well, next door,
he is talking to Tim... Forts! Look, do you want to speak to Chris?
... Yes, I am upset, it sounds like you don't trust me one bit... I would
never cheat on you... I know, I love you too... Okay, phone me when you
can... No, I promise." I put down the handset, feeling quite upset and
empty. I had been so excited when I came through to take the call. Now I
wished I had still been out at Dunecht House.

I glanced at Denis. I felt like telling him what I thought of him, but what
good would that do?

He stood to attention, "Davy, if I can... I thought..."

"Denis, just don't talk to me for a bit, okay?"

*

I returned to the Garden room. Denis entered behind me and stood by the
closed doors. The atmosphere was pretty frosty in there now as well.

Tim and Chris stood up as I entered, both now seated on separate
couches. With a sad look, Tim glanced at Chris and then back at me, "Davy,
it's been lovely seeing you, but I think I had better head back to the
camp... I don't want to cause any problems and it appears that my presence
has been misconstrued; what with Forts being away."

I looked daggers at Chris. He didn't say anything, he just 'did' a Denis,
staring down at the floor avoiding my glare.

I was in total disbelief. "No! Tim, you are staying here at Pittodrie. You
are my friend and my guest. What's more, I have been having a lovely
day..." Tim went to speak again, but I stopped him by raising my hand, he
gave me a lovely smile and nodded, his eyes downcast.

I turned to Chris. I could feel my temper rising as I spoke again, "Chris,
I have had just about enough. I have had Denis phoning London and telling
Forts that Tim is here, and now I find you two like this, not
speaking... And what was all that shit earlier about Tim only being a South
African farm boy? ... You fucking toffee-nosed, stuck-up arse! You had
better not have just told Tim he is not welcome in MY HOME?"

An embarrassed looking Chris finally made eye contact with me, Christ, he
just nodded. "Davy..."

I snapped, "Chris, don't! Not another bloody word! I don't bloody believe
this. How dare you? In fact, you can get out! Get out of my sight! ... Tim,
you are staying, please sit down... 'DENIS', I need a drink, and bring two
glasses!"

Chris stood, "Davy."

I pointed at the door, "Chris, I said, Go. Go!"

Chris stood his ground, his face getting redder and redder. "You're
choosing him over me?! You must be fucking joking? Wait until Forts hears
about this!"

"Guys, please." It was Tim.

He turned to Chris and made a slight motion with his head and made a calm
down gesture with his hands. He then turned back to me, he crossed over to
me and took hold of my arm, "Davy, please no, Chris is right. I will go. I
only wanted to see you. I didn't mean to upset your friends or cause you
all this grief." Tim stood back and clicked his heels together and gave a
head bow. "Davy."

I shook my head. "Tim, you're not going anywhere... Well, Chris! Why are
you still here?"

Tim squeezed my arm, "Davy, please. Chris was just trying to do the right
thing as he saw it." Tim looked at Chris and grinned, "I suppose I am a bit
of a dish; I can understand why he was worried." Even I smiled. Tim turned
back to me, "Davy, don't take it out on him. Please don't send him
away... Look, why don't the three of us sit down calmly and have a drink
together?" Tim smiled at me and then gave a cheeky wink, "Then he can carry
on keeping an eye on me." Tim gave another, gorgeous smile, "Davy, I don't
want you falling out with your friends because of me. Please Davy, let's
not ruin a beautiful day."

I looked back at Chris; he was biting his lip. He glanced at Tim, nodding
perceptively, then looked back at me. "I'm sorry Davy, we all love you and
Forts, you know that. I didn't mean to cause you any trouble, nor did Denis
or Tobias."

I was emotionally drained. Chris was right, they were all my friends. I
exhaled and nodded through tear-filled eyes. "Chris, I'm not sure it is me
you should be apologising too, but thank you."

Chris looked as emotional as me. He nodded again, and turned to Tim. "Tim,
Captain Krueger, I have made a bit of a fool of myself." Chris held out his
hand, "Please accept my apologies. I acted hastily and spoke out of turn. I
would love to have a drink with you both if that offer is still open?"

Before I could say anything, Tim had shaken his hand and turned to a still
silent Denis, "Make it three glasses, please Denis, and if Davy is okay
with it, why don't you join us, too?"

**


James takes up the story

Not again. Forts ranted all the way to Windsor Castle.

"Forts, I am sure there is nothing to worry about." Out of sight, I crossed
my fingers.

"Well, why is he there? You saw him last time, sliming all over Davy."

"Forts, you can trust Davy. I am sure." I tightened my crossed fingers
thinking, thank God, Chris was there.

"Well, why didn't he tell me himself... Why do I have to find out from the
fucking butler?"

"Forts, you are being silly. I am sure Davy would have told you. We have
been out too."

Forts glared out of the window. "Sniffing around as soon as my back is
turned."

"Forts STOP. The same could be said about Barny."

Forts didn't answer, he just slowly turned back to me and gave me a cold
stare.

I went out on a limb, "And Davy doesn't even know about him yet, does he?"

Forts hissed, "You know he doesn't!" He returned to looking out of the
window.

The intercom came on and Duke announced, "Two minutes, Forts."

I have never been so pleased to arrive at a destination before. "Ah, we are
here."

Forts just nodded.

*

We were met at the entrance to the royal apartments by Squadron Leader
Burgess. He smiled and bowed to Forts, "Your Imperial Highness, Captain
Brandt, welcome to Windsor Castle, this way, please." Adding, "It's good to
see you both again... Oh, James, I need to speak to you later."

I nodded, "Sure, not a problem."

Stuart took us to an anteroom next to the grand reception room. We were met
by the King, behind him was an older man and a youth. "Drageon, so good to
see you again. Please, before we eat, I have someone who I want to
introduce you to."

Forts nodded and gave a slight bow, "Your Majesty."

I followed on behind as we crossed to a face I was sure I recognised: His
Majesty, King Christian X of Denmark. Beside him stood a youth probably
around fifteen years old, blond-haired and looking terrified, his eyes
didn't leave the dashing Forts.

King Christian X and the boy came to attention as we approached. The King
introducing Forts enthusiastically. "Christian, please let me introduce you
to your 3rd cousin, well, I think that's right, His Imperial Highness, The
Sovereign Heir, Grand Duke, Drageon Drageonivanov Romanov... Drageon, His
Majesty King Christian of Denmark, who was a first cousin to your relative,
Tsar Nicholas II."

Forts clicked to attention and gave a curt head bow, "Very pleased to meet
you, Your Majesty."

Christian X nodded and gave a slightly deep bow. I had to smile to myself,
Forts royal family was actually more important than all of them, well, with
the exception of possibly King George IV and even that was debatable.

"I am very pleased to meet you at last, Your Imperial Highness; Cousin."
Christian X, smiled, "May I introduce you to Prince Frederick, Nikolai,
Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glucksburg, the Count of Monpezat; my
grandson." Christian gestured to the boy next to him.

At a nudge from his grandfather, the wide-eyed boy bowed to Forts,
stammering. "Your Imperial Highness, I am very pleased to meet you."

I felt sorry for the young prince. Forts was dashing in his uniform,
dripping in awards, he could look pretty intimidating.

Forts beamed, he leant forward and offered his hand to the boy. "And I am
very pleased to meet you, Frederick. We must be related too. My great,
great grandmother, actually there might be another great in there," Forts
winked, God he had an amazing way with people. "Was Princess Maria
Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glucksburg, also known as Maria Dagmar of
Denmark, later she became the Empress Maria Feodorovna of Russia. So, we
are related too, cousin Frederick."

Frederick beamed now too and glanced up at his grandfather, who smiled and
nodded. I loved how Forts could make everyone feel important. He had
certainly made Frederick's day and put the boy totally at ease.

King George, who had been watching on warmly, spoke again, "Drageon, I have
been telling Christian about your school... We were wondering if you might
consider taking on Frederick's further education up in Scotland?"

Forts glanced at me, obviously taken by surprise. "I am sure that won't be
a problem, it would be our pleasure to look after Prince Frederick, Your
Majesty."

"Excellent, excellent. Now, Drageon, I know someone else is desperate to
meet you again, and it's not my mamma, Queen Mary."

Forts turned to follow, then paused and turned back to Frederick. "I will
speak to you again later, Frederick." Forgetting protocol, the boy nodded
enthusiastically. His grandfather hadn't, he bowed to Forts again, "Thank
you, Your Imperial Majesty." Forts returned the nod and the two of us set
off to follow King George.

"Drageon, you will remember my mamma, Queen Mary."

Forts clicked his heels to attention and bowed curtly, "Your Majesty, it is
very good to see you again."

Queen Mary smiled and nodded, "And you too, Drageon. You will remember my
niece, Mary, the Duchess of Beaufort."

Forts smiled and took Mary's hand and kissed it. "I do, Hello again Mary."

She smiled and curtseyed, "Your Imperial Highness, Drageon. No Davy with
you this time?"

"No, sadly, he had to work."

"So, I get you all to myself tonight, then," she beamed at him. I felt my
heart sink as Forts just gave a dopey grin.

*

I wasn't seated next to Forts at the meal. Yes, you guessed it; he was next
to the Duchess of Beaufort. I tried to keep my eyes on him and tried to
make eye contact with him as much as I could. This trip didn't need any
more grief.

After the meal, Stuart Burgess took me aside, "James, King Christian is
hoping that Frederick can travel up to Scotland with His Imperial Highness
when you return."

"That quick?"

"Is that a problem?"

"No, no, it shouldn't be, there are a lot less of us going back than came
down."

Stuart nodded, "In fact, he was hoping that Prince Frederick would be able
to return with you to the Savoy tonight and remain with you until you
return."

"Really?"

"Do you think Forts will agree?"

"You know Forts, I am sure he will." I still had an eye on Forts and wanted
to get back over to him and prise that harpy away from him. She seemed to
have attached herself like a limpet mine and was holding on to his
arm. Stuart's eyes followed mine, he nodded, "Ah, the Duchess of Beaufort."
I nodded and turned.

Stuart reached for my arm. "Oh, James, before you go and rescue him, there
is another thing."

I paused, "Really, what?" I glanced over towards Forts again.

Stuart's embarrassed chuckle diverted my attention back to him. "James, I
am not sure how to say this, there have been certain discussions taking
place."

I was starting to get irritated by his over use and familiarity with my
name. "Oh, have there? What sort of discussions, Stuart?"

He took hold of my arm and leant into me, his voice earnest. "Let's say,
James, that some unkind words have been said about Forts and Davy's rather
ostentatious and lavish lifestyle. Not by his Majesty, of course."

"Of course." I mocked back. Now, the usual warmth that I felt towards
Stuart was evaporating fast. Now we both had jobs to do, his was to serve
the King, mine was to serve Forts and Davy. "How do you mean, Stuart?"

"Well, Castle Fraser, Craigievar Castle, some would say, rather palatial
Pittodrie... Down House... The list seems to go on and on..."

Now I knew Stuart was not saying this off his own bat, he had been ordered
to, but that fact didn't make it any more palatable or make the fact it was
him saying them make me feel any better towards him. "Stuart, you know that
Castle Fraser belongs to Laird MacDonald, and Down House houses the orphan
boys from London."

His eyes didn't leave mine. "Yes, it still leaves a number of properties,
doesn't it?"

I impatiently glanced over towards Forts again, fast tiring of Stuart's
game. "Stuart, perhaps you should address this with His Imperial Highness
yourself."

"James, do they own any other properties that could maybe be offered to the
Government, a big empty house perhaps? ... We are very short of
recuperation places for the armed forces." Stuart leant towards me, "I am
sure you will have heard, something big is coming up... With that will come
numerous casualties, we will be needing lots of places to house and help
the walking wounded... The King..."

I stared stonily back at him. "Ah, now you invoke The KING."

Stuart nodded, "Well, he feels if Forts and Davy were to offer somewhere to
the Nation, only temporarily, of course; it would do a lot to stifle these
unkind rumours... And..."

"And take the pressure off of the Royal Family with all their houses no
doubt!" I muttered sarcastically.

Stuart didn't answer, but lowered his eyes.

"So, why didn't the King feel he could ask Forts directly?" I asked.

Stuart couldn't have missed my pointed reply. "James, you and I have to
play in a world where certain things are so... And not necessarily as we
would wish them..." he stiffened, "Can I inform his Majesty that you will
speak to His Imperial Highness about the matter?"

I broke eye contact, "You can!"

Stuart squeezed my arm and smiled, "I am sorry, I have been worried about
speaking to you about this all evening. I am sorry, James, I was
ordered..."

I nodded, I knew the feeling.

Stuart led me by the arm, "Come on, let me help you separate these two,
before it is too late."

*

We made our way over to Forts. Stuart gave me a wink, "Allow me." Stuart
bowed to the Duchess of Beaufort. "Your Grace, I am afraid I have to
interrupt and borrow his Imperial Highness."

None the wiser, Forts smiled one of his smiles, "Mary, please forgive me,
duty calls."

I nearly chuckled at the look on her face as we turned and led Forts
away. Davy was right about the name Mary, why were they all called Mary?

As we moved away, Mary called out, "When you are finished with him,
Squadron Leader, I expect you to bring back my prince to me."

Stuart nodded, he winked at me; we had no such intention of delivering
Forts in to her clutches again. "But of course, Your Grace, but of course."

Stuart shook my hand once we were safely away, before leaving us. "I will
be in touch, James."

*

I nodded, "Thank you Stuart." Forts was as staggered about the news
regarding young Frederick as I was, but it was another done deal. I would
wait to speak to him about the other matter tomorrow. "Forts, perhaps you
should speak to young Frederick now. After all, I am sure your head must be
spinning with nonsense from listening to the Duchess all night."

Forts' eyes narrowed. He knew exactly what I was up to. "Yes, James,
probably a good idea, we wouldn't want my princess getting upset or the
wrong idea."

"No, Your Imperial Majesty."

We both chuckled.

*

Around ten o'clock, we left Windsor Castle for the Savoy. Young Prince
Frederick, now with us, poor boy, looked worn out. Forts invited him to sit
next to him on the backseat of the Rolls. It wasn't long before the boy was
sleeping, his head snuggled in to Forts' shoulder. Forts placed his arm
protectively round the boy's shoulder and gave me a wink. He whispered, "He
seems like a nice kid... But perhaps you had better give Davy some
warning."

I smiled, "I doubt Davy will have a problem, he will just be pleased you
are heading back with your trousers intact after the Duchess had her claws
in you."

Forts chuckled. "So am I, but, yes, you are probably right."

**


Jeremy takes up the story

George groaned, pulling the pillow over his head, "Not again! It's bad
enough when Duke is here."

I had to agree with him. Now all we heard all night was Cailin and Robin
going at it like the proverbial barn door. I began to laugh. I pushed my
head under the pillow, whispering in the dark to him, "Are you hard too?"

He groaned again, "What do you think?"

I chuckled, "So am I."

I grabbed the pillow and threw it off the bed. George's smiling face was
grinning up at me. "Let's give them a taste of their own medicine."

George nodded enthusiastically. I hadn't been sure that the ten-year age
difference separating us would work, but it sure seemed to be.

Like his brother Will, George had an amazingly fit body that, as he got
older and worked both on his parents' farm and here at the stables, just
got better and better. Even mine, since the operation that Professor
Harding had done on my back, was improving. All the flab was now gone and
replaced with muscle. Sadly, my cock hadn't gotten any bigger, but as I was
only 5'06, it still looked pretty impressive. I wouldn't be long before
George was taller than me, if I am honest, I think he already was.

"Are you okay? You seemed miles away?" His voice and the touch of his hand
on my chest brought me back to the here and now.

"I am, I was just thinking how lucky I am to have such an amazingly horny
guy next to me." Hey, a little white lie never hurt anyone.

He ran his fingers down to my hard seven inches. I gasped as his fingertips
traced over my exposed cut cock head and they slowly travelled down to the
base of my thick shaft, before wrapping round it and giving it a gentle
squeeze. He chuckled, "He seems ready." I thrust my hips upwards. He lifted
himself on to his knees and sat alongside me. He kissed down my chest until
his lips met my throbbing cock. I thrust upward again.

A muffled, "Yes, yes, yes, fuck me!" drifted from the room next door.

George glanced up at me, raising his eyebrows. I winked, "Why don't you
shout the same?"

He beamed and reached for some lube. He smeared it over my shaft and
quickly straddled over me. I grunted as he slid completely to the bottom in
one movement.

He grinned down at me, trying not to laugh, before shouting out, "OH YES,
YES, FUCK ME BIG BOY... YOU'RE THE BEST, YOU'RE THE BEST!" The room next
door went silent. I could just imagine Robin and Cailin, open-mouthed,
staring at the wall. I think they did for a few minutes, then, George's
cries were echoed back to us.

It sounded like it was going to be a long night. I hope my dick can keep
up.

**

Davy takes up the story

I felt all warm. Maybe it was the alcohol? It had been a real laugh with
Tim and Chris. I was so pleased that we all ended up getting on so
well. Oh, Tim had as the night went on, flirted terribly with me, always
following it up with a disarming wink to Chris. But those flirts sent
tingles throughout my body.

I climbed into bed and looked at Forts' photograph on the bedside
cabinet. "Good night my darling... And don't you ever speak to me like you
did earlier again!" I chuckled, my anger all now gone. I loved him so much
and missed him terribly.

I switched off the light and lay back. The bed was so big and empty without
Forts next to me. I lay staring up at the blackness of the ceiling. Damn,
my cock was hard. I slipped my hand down to it and gave it a squeeze,
mumbling, "Will you go to sleep."

My mind raced, Forts, Forts, Forts, Tim, Forts, Tim, Tim, Tim,
Forts. Everything I thought of caused their smiling faces to appear
again. But Forts wasn't here... How Tim and I had laughed on the journey to
Dunecht House... His hand holding mine as we walked to the summerhouse. His
strong arms... His lips touching mine...

No! I flopped on to my side. I wandered what Forts was up to? Tonight, he
was going to Windsor Castle... I bet that simpering bitch had her paws on
him again. I began to tear up, surely he wouldn't cheat on me, not with
her, Surely! ... A stream of tears ran down my cheeks as I bit my lip. My
jealously was consuming me again, why did it always do this when we were
apart? Worse, why did it always win?! I hated being apart from him... I
wiped away my tear, my fingers briefly touched my lips... Tim had given me
a kiss goodnight, his eyes full of love and lust... No, The silly games our
brains play... He was lovely, so sexy. No, Chris was right, I should have
asked him to leave.

I flopped on to my back. The throbbing in my cock, now spreading to be a
desperate tingling in my hole... Darius had said Tim was hung... Davy, stop
it... I got up and put on the lights. There was no way I was going to be
able to sleep. I wondered if Forts was smiling at her... the stupid
bitch... I hated her... No, no, he wouldn't cheat on me. I slipped off my
constellation ring and read the inscription again. But why had Forts been
so nasty earlier? My mind was racing again. I shook my head and placed the
ring back on my finger.

Maybe I could phone Forts. I looked at the clock, no it was too late. I
sighed, wondering if he was back at the hotel... was he alone? I needed a
hug. I needed to feel loved too... Why did he always seem to vanish off the
face of the earth when he was away... What was he up to now? Was he in bed?
Was he asleep? Was he alone? I was in danger of wearing a path out in the
bedroom carpet as I paced up and down. I looked at the door. Maybe Tim
could cheer me up? Why was Forts cheating on me again? I blew my nose and
headed for the door.

Don't ask me how it happened, but I was soon creeping down the corridor. I
had to sneak past a sleeping Tobias, who was sitting by the door to our
apartment. I should have been cross, instead I was secretly pleased,
although I felt sorry for him, with Darius, Duke and Andrei in London, the
bodyguards up here were all having to work longer hours. Anyway, it meant I
could slip out without having to endure an inquisition... Or worse, be
followed.

I stopped outside the door... His door... Tim's door... No, I must go back
to my bed... I can't do this to Forts... But I needed it... my twitching
arse wasn't giving me a moment's peace. I raised my hand, ready to tap
gently on the door.


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