~ Thanks for all your advice and votes on the first part of this story. Here's the second part - hope it's even better! Again, feedback would be appreciated. Sapphire ~
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The next morning, Jason woke up with a pounding headache. He groaned and rolled over, and his morning immediately took a turn for the worse. Not only had he overslept, but he'd had a wet dream - evidenced by the large damp patch on his sheets. He sighed. For heaven's sake, he wasn't a horny teenager anymore. He threw off the covers and stumbled into the shower, where the hot jets of water slowly began to wake him up. He cast his mind back to the events of the previous evening. After he and Alex had...well, whatever that had done, Jason had found Sam and they'd hit the nearest bar. Several shots and too many cocktails later, Jason had made his way home after realising that no amount of alcohol was going to help him with the whirlwind of emotions coursing through his body.
That he was attracted to Alex was obvious - the thought of his soft hair and bulging muscles alone gave Jason butterflies. But was the feeling mutual? And did Alex's dad know about his son's preference for guys? There was also the major question which scared Jason so much that he didn't even want to think about it. What if Alex wasn't gay, and had just been experimenting or messing around? But then Jason remembered how hard Alex had been - there was no way he could have faked that.
The memory of Alex's warm mouth around his cock began to arouse Jason again, and as he recalled Alex's beauty, his cock began to stiffen. Slowly he ran his hand down his torso and then gripped his lengthening member, massaging it softly and then with increased urgency as he thought of the duke's son giving himself the same treatment. Before Jason knew it, his balls tightened and he braced himself against the shower wall as he came, grunting and thrusting his hips as semen spurted out of him in thick, white ropes. It had been a while since Jason had brought himself to a climax so quickly, which only meant one thing. He was falling for Alex.
By the time Jason had cleaned himself up properly and semi-jogged it to the palace, he was half an hour late and Mrs Hughes was not impressed. She sent him straight down to the laundrette to collect new sheets for the Duke of Camber's suite. Jason swallowed. He wasn't sure if he was ready to face Alex yet.
"Will I be assisting the Duke and his son all day?" he asked in what he hoped was a neutral voice.
"I've been informed that the Duke will be in meetings all day, and the Prince has taken his son out hunting. They're not due to return until the evening. Don't worry though, I have plenty of other chores to keep you busy," replied Mrs Hughes.
"Glad to hear it!" said Jason, a huge smile of relief breaking out on his face. Mrs Hughes gave him a strange look and he hurried off before she decided to lecture him on the honours of serving a royal family.
Thankfully, it seemed as though Mrs Hughes's source of information had been accurate -- Jason was not summoned by his charges all day. And true to her word, Mrs Hughes kept him busy sweeping floors, preparing more suites, carrying up luggage for yet more guests and at one point, she even threatened to make him polish all the silverware when he teased her about going overboard for the upcoming feast.
Later in the day, Jason was making his way across the main hallway when he heard cheerful voices drifting through the open front doors. He glanced out and his stomach flipped as he recognised the Prince and Alex walking up the driveway. The setting sun was casting a soft orange glow over the men, and as Alex laughed at something the prince had said, he looked positively angelic. Jason was so lost in admiring the duke's son that he didn't think to make himself scarce before he was forced to talk to Alex and by the time he realised this, it was too late. Alex stepped through the doorway and caught sight of Jason. A flurry of emotions flickered across his face -- Jason recognised surprise, joy and a hint of fear. Before he could say anything though, the prince followed behind him and catching sight of Jason, said,
"Ah, that's your valet! He'll run you a hot bath, God knows you're going to need it after the way you rode today." He clapped Alex on the back and after an expectant look at Jason, strode off in the opposite direction.
There wasn't much Jason would have refused to do for Alex as he stood there looking flushed from the exercise, spattered in mud, wearing tight form-fitting breaches and knee-high riding boots. Alex cleared his throat but Jason spotted a maid heading towards them and before the duke's son could say anything damning, he quickly stepped forward.
"I'll run you that bath then, shall I?" he asked, and leapt up the stairs without glancing back to see if Alex was following, or indeed waiting to hear if he even wanted a bath.
The tub was almost full and the bathroom was hot and steamy before Alex ventured in, and Jason was relieved and only slightly disappointed that he was still fully clothed. He avoided eye contact as he pretended to test the temperature of the water and add some more bubble soap before turning off the taps and turning round. He found Alex staring straight at him, the same intense expression on his face that Jason was growing to love.
"Look Jason, about yesterday..." Alex began. He glanced away then, and shifted from one foot to the other. Jason realised that he clearly wasn't very experienced with this, but decided that he wasn't going to help him out. This was his chance to get some answers, and he wanted to hear what Alex had to say. Eventually, Alex broke the silence again.
"I don't really know what came over me, to be honest. It's just, you're a really good-looking guy and I'm a risk taker so I thought I'd try my chances. I'm glad I did." Here, Alex grinned, and Jason's heart soared with hope.
"But it was a one off, obviously...it can't happen again," he continued, and Jason suddenly felt as though he'd been stabbed. "I'm usually straight you see."
Jason stared at Alex, not really seeing him, as his words sunk in. Then he realised that Alex had fallen quiet and was waiting for a response.
"Right, yeah," Jason mumbled. The bathroom suddenly seemed too small and confined for the two of them. "I'll be back in an hour to drain the tub," he said, and pushed past Alex as he all but ran from the bathroom. Out in the cool hallway, Jason took several deep breaths to calm himself down. He felt angry and betrayed, even though he knew that he was being over-sensitive. He'd had one-night stands before, and he'd been perfectly happy to move on from those without any expectations. So what was going on here? Jason ran his hands through his hair, a sense of frustration building up inside him. He'd known nothing serious could ever happen with Alex -- besides anything else, he was royalty. It was stupid to have read into the previous evening's events, they'd only given him false hopes.
An hour later, Jason dragged his feet upstairs to the Duke's suite. He knocked and heard Alex call, 'Come!' Gladly, for you, thought Jason as he entered the room. Alex was standing facing the window, but turned as Jason entered. He was wearing nothing but a bathrobe and his hair was tousled and damp from his bath. Jason swallowed and, feeling his dick twitch, he quickly headed straight for the bathroom. He drained the tub and removed the various bottles of products from the side. As he went to replace them in the cupboard, he glanced in the mirror and saw Alex leaning against the doorway, watching him. They held each other's gaze for a moment before Alex spoke.
