Ozzy said nothing for a time, simply luxuriating in the moment. The combination of Fraser’s delicate fingers grazing along his chest and the subtle vibrations of his voice against his chest rose gooseflesh all over Ozzy’s big body, and he couldn’t remember the last time he smiled so much. He turned his head slightly the plant a soft kiss to the crown of Fraser’s head and a contented sigh escaped him.
“I’d never use you Doc,” he said quietly, his thick fingers playing at the wispy hairs along the back of his neck. “Ain’t really my way...I’ve found people tend to do what you want if you ask ‘em nice enough. And you’re no coward for being wary of this,” Ozzy said, giving his cock a little shake before he pulled the bed linens up around them. “Even the Maiden’s of Sydor would see it as a challenge and they take all comers,” he offered with a tired chuckle that turned quickly to a yawn that Ozzy couldn’t bring himself to stifle. “We needn’t rush into such things..and if ever you wish to experience the other side, I’m happy to oblige you whenever you like.”
His eyes were closed well before he finished and in the span of three breaths, Ozzy was snoring. And just as he promised, not once did he let Fraser go.
*********
Ozzy was awake with the first bells but lay motionless until the sun peeked out through the clouds. ‘Another glorious day in Brynsland,’ he thought with a grin as he shift his eyes to regard Fraser’s sleeping face, then tipped his head down to bury his nose in the unruly mop of curly hair. He took several long deep breaths before settling back against the pillows, soaking a few more moments of bliss before he had to meet the new day.
New life…
One blissful night with Fraser could erase what would greet him on the levels below, or the plot against him. There was still very real danger ahead and Ozzy knew he had to keep his wits if he wanted to keep the promises he made to his beautiful boy. “A long life together,” he’d said, and he couldn’t insure anything of the sort if he languished in bed all day. ‘Maybe someday,’ he told himself with a chuckle as he slipped gingerly from Fraser’s grasp. There was no need for the boy to be awake just yet so Ozzy made his way stealthily out of the room to ready himself for the day. After making use of the chamber pot, he donned his undergarments from the day before, made his through his living quarters and down to the level below, only to find one of the Taylor boys standing at attention in just outside the door.
“Mornin’ Sir,” he said as Ozzy looked him over. Hair combed and face clean, his shirt was pressed and newish beneath a leather vest that was a size too big. Even his boots were polished and shined.
“Which one are you,” he asked gruffly trying not to seem impressed by the boy’s new careful appearance.
“Geoff, Sir. Jake’s down in the kitchen awaiting your order. Will you be dining in your suite again or shall we set your table in the parlor?”
“In the parlor but I’ll need to freshen up first,” Ozzy said and the boy immediately produced a steaming copper copper jug tucked in a basin along with a few fresh flannels rolled neatly around the base.
“If you’d prefer a bath…”
“This’ll do just fine Geoff. Thank you.”
“Your welcome, Sir. I can take it…”
“I believe I can manage,” was Ozzy’s quick reply as he took up the supplies. Noting the boy’s deflated shoulder, he offered him a nod and said, “My assistant is still weary from travel and made his bed on the sofa last night. Prepare another basin and leave it at the door upstairs, would you?”
Geoff beamed at that and stood up tall again as he said, “Of course, Sir. Shall we set a place for him as well?”
“Aye, boy...Quick and Fletch’ll be along before too long. Be sure they’re seated as well,” Ozzy instructed and Geoff nodded emphatically before running off. It was a few paces before he remembered his new position and slowed to a walk with a nervous glance over his shoulder. Then his eyes went wide as he froze in place. “Be off you lad, you’ve water to get.”
“I’d never use you Doc,” he said quietly, his thick fingers playing at the wispy hairs along the back of his neck. “Ain’t really my way...I’ve found people tend to do what you want if you ask ‘em nice enough. And you’re no coward for being wary of this,” Ozzy said, giving his cock a little shake before he pulled the bed linens up around them. “Even the Maiden’s of Sydor would see it as a challenge and they take all comers,” he offered with a tired chuckle that turned quickly to a yawn that Ozzy couldn’t bring himself to stifle. “We needn’t rush into such things..and if ever you wish to experience the other side, I’m happy to oblige you whenever you like.”
His eyes were closed well before he finished and in the span of three breaths, Ozzy was snoring. And just as he promised, not once did he let Fraser go.
*********
Ozzy was awake with the first bells but lay motionless until the sun peeked out through the clouds. ‘Another glorious day in Brynsland,’ he thought with a grin as he shift his eyes to regard Fraser’s sleeping face, then tipped his head down to bury his nose in the unruly mop of curly hair. He took several long deep breaths before settling back against the pillows, soaking a few more moments of bliss before he had to meet the new day.
New life…
One blissful night with Fraser could erase what would greet him on the levels below, or the plot against him. There was still very real danger ahead and Ozzy knew he had to keep his wits if he wanted to keep the promises he made to his beautiful boy. “A long life together,” he’d said, and he couldn’t insure anything of the sort if he languished in bed all day. ‘Maybe someday,’ he told himself with a chuckle as he slipped gingerly from Fraser’s grasp. There was no need for the boy to be awake just yet so Ozzy made his way stealthily out of the room to ready himself for the day. After making use of the chamber pot, he donned his undergarments from the day before, made his through his living quarters and down to the level below, only to find one of the Taylor boys standing at attention in just outside the door.
“Mornin’ Sir,” he said as Ozzy looked him over. Hair combed and face clean, his shirt was pressed and newish beneath a leather vest that was a size too big. Even his boots were polished and shined.
“Which one are you,” he asked gruffly trying not to seem impressed by the boy’s new careful appearance.
“Geoff, Sir. Jake’s down in the kitchen awaiting your order. Will you be dining in your suite again or shall we set your table in the parlor?”
“In the parlor but I’ll need to freshen up first,” Ozzy said and the boy immediately produced a steaming copper copper jug tucked in a basin along with a few fresh flannels rolled neatly around the base.
“If you’d prefer a bath…”
“This’ll do just fine Geoff. Thank you.”
“Your welcome, Sir. I can take it…”
“I believe I can manage,” was Ozzy’s quick reply as he took up the supplies. Noting the boy’s deflated shoulder, he offered him a nod and said, “My assistant is still weary from travel and made his bed on the sofa last night. Prepare another basin and leave it at the door upstairs, would you?”
Geoff beamed at that and stood up tall again as he said, “Of course, Sir. Shall we set a place for him as well?”
“Aye, boy...Quick and Fletch’ll be along before too long. Be sure they’re seated as well,” Ozzy instructed and Geoff nodded emphatically before running off. It was a few paces before he remembered his new position and slowed to a walk with a nervous glance over his shoulder. Then his eyes went wide as he froze in place. “Be off you lad, you’ve water to get.”