Royal Love (7 page)

“I’ve heard those words before from a man in bed, but I never, ever, believed them until now. Darren, I love you too.”

They held on to each other as they sobbed softly. When the tears of joy ended, they smiled at each other.

“I can’t believe you’ve stolen my heart, Prince Michael. Do you think your family will accept me?”

“Accept you? Are you joking? You’re David Windsor’s nephew. That makes you a member of the family. Of course, you’re not a blood relative, but for all intents, you’re a Windsor. Besides, I would imagine William would be relieved if I settled down with one man. He wouldn’t have to worry about the tabloids making up gossip. In the same vein, though, how will your mother react to the news?”

“Mother will be happy for us. She’s always wanted the best for me, and me having someone to love who loves me is the best of all.”

Darren kissed Michael’s chest and worked his way down to the prince’s dick, sucking enthusiastically. As Darren worked on Michael’s cock and balls, Michael reacted excitedly, thrashing around on the pillows and arching his back off the bed. Darren spent some time licking Michael’s balls, almost driving the prince over the edge. When he licked his way up the underside of his shaft, Michael gasped and moaned.

“Fuck!” Michael cried out. “I’m coming, and I can’t stop it!

Darren dove on the hard cock, taking it down to the root and felt splash after splash of semen hit the back of his throat. As Michael’s dick softened, Darren continued to suck and swallow until it slipped out of his mouth.

Darren came back up to lie next to Michael.

“I’m sorry,” Michael said. “I’m so embarrassed!”

“Why?”

“Because I came so fast. I like to think I can control myself better. But after the words we spoke, control went right out the window. Are you mad at me?”

“Mad? Hell no, babe. A climax like that is golden. I saw your balls practically go up inside you. It excites
me
that I can get
you
that excited.”

“Give me a minute, and we’ll proceed to round two,” Michael said as his breathing became less hurried.

“Nah, not necessary. I know once you come, you don’t really wanna get back into sex again. I’m good. I’m gonna hit the bathroom, finish my iced tea, and go to sleep.”

“Are you sure? I’m more than willing to give you anything you want.”

“I’m fine. If you’re horny when we wake up, I’ll bang the sleep outta your eyes, okay?”

“That sounds wonderful.” Michael watched Darren get out of bed and walk awkwardly to the bathroom with a semierection. As he waited for his lover to return, Michael thought about how wonderful it was to hear those words and believe them. He wondered if they might get married one day now that marriage was legal in both the UK and the US.

He was once urged by relatives to marry a European princess to cover up the fact that he was gay. He didn’t say so at the time, but he had no intention of marrying a young woman who deserved a husband who loved her. No, if he was to marry at all, he suspected it would be to the man in the bathroom.

Darren walked back in, and Michael enjoyed the view.

Darren knew he was putting on a show and played it up. He stopped next to the bed, drank his iced tea, and got under the sheet. Michael turned off the lamp, and they snuggled.

“I love you. I love you,” Michael whispered into Darren’s ear.

Darren kissed Michael on the ear, both eyes, and then his lips.

“And I love you. I’m going to let my mother know so I won’t be transferred out of England. I don’t want anything to part us.”

“Good. It would break my heart if that happened.”

“Hey, if we get married, will that make me a prince consort?”

Michael broke out laughing. “Since there’s never been a royal wedding between a gay prince and a gay commoner, I have no idea!” He sobered. “But I’m sure it would have to be a quiet ceremony.”

“Ha! Fat chance. My mother will make sure it’s not small or quiet.”

“Let’s go to sleep. I’m suddenly so tired. That blowjob knocked me for a loop. You give amazing head!”

“Thank you, my prince. I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“Kiss me.”

They kissed again and went to sleep holding each other to dream about weddings.

W
HEN
THEY
woke up, Darren was hard, but he wanted to be really in the mood for making love. They showered and Michael jerked Darren off.

“Did that do anything for you?” Michael asked.

“Sure. I like hand jobs, and it was sexy with the water washing over our naked bodies. But I want to make love with you next time, not just get off.”

“I understand. I just wanted to see you shoot that load.”

“If it brought you pleasure too, then I’m glad you had soapy hands.”

They laughed, got dressed, and went to breakfast in the dining room. They found the normal sideboard buffet set up and served themselves. A footman brought coffee and orange juice, and then they were left in peace to eat.

“Is there anything special you wanted to do today?” Michael asked.

“Not really, unless we can see the Tower of London.”

“Ah, you’ve still got the hots for the Crown Jewels, don’t you?”

“I like things of beauty, whether they’re kept in a vault or allowed to roam the streets.” Darren winked at Michael.

“You’re such a love. I’ll miss you after I drop you off tonight.”

“Why don’t we leave in time for Sunday dinner at Winfield?”

“I’d like that.”

“I’ll call home when we’re finished with breakfast.”

As they ate, they chatted about the chapel that had moved them both and the other things they’d seen the day before. After breakfast, they went back to the bedroom, and Darren called Winfield House.

“Winfield House, Blaine speaking.”

“Blaine, Darren Wilson here.”

“Ah, I trust you are enjoying yourself this weekend.”

“You have no idea. I’ll tell you all about it later. I’m calling because I want to invite Prince Michael to dinner. Can the kitchen handle two more?”

“I’m sure, sir. It’s roast chicken today with the usual accoutrements. Are you going to speak with the ambassador?”

“That’s who I wanna talk to next. Is he around?”

“One moment, sir.”

“Hey, Darren, you having a good time?” David asked when he came on the line.

“Incredible, Uncle David. Do you mind if Michael and I come for Sunday dinner today?”

“Of course not. Have you told Blaine?”

“Yes, sir. Just wanted your okay. Got lots to tell you when we’re alone.”

“Okay, get home safe, and we’ll see you for dinner.”

B
EFORE
THEY
left Hampton Court, Michael and Darren visited the staff.

“We just wanted to thank you for making our weekend lovely,” Michael said. “The food was very nice, and everything was perfect. Darren has fallen in love with Hampton Court, so we’ll likely be back.”

“Let me add my gratitude,” Darren said. “I’m sorry if we gave you extra work, but Prince Michael can’t just go to a local pub to eat. Thank you very much for a wonderful weekend.”

“It was our pleasure to serve a member of the royal family and an American VIP. We’re pleased that you found our service acceptable, and we look forward to welcoming you both back,” the butler said on behalf of the staff.

The staff bowed or curtsied to the prince, and Michael and Darren left Hampton Court in a two car motorcade for the Tower of London. They drove across the bridge and through the gate and were directed to the administration building. As they got out, Darren looked around wide-eyed at the ancient structures. “Follow me,” Michael said, acting as tour guide once again.

After seeing the Tower ravens, they arrived at a spot with a chain around it.

“This is where three of King Henry VIII’s wives were beheaded. They were executed here so the public couldn’t witness the death of a queen.”

“Charming. Your ancestor sure was a lady killer, wasn’t he?” Darren asked with a grin.

“Oh that’s terrible! Didn’t think you had it in you to be so witty.”

“The Crown Jewels, where are they?”

Michael pointed to the former Waterloo barracks, built to house a thousand men and now home to the royal regalia.

“They’re in there, love. Ready to be dazzled?”

“You bet, let’s go.”

Darren was excited when they reached the Jewel Room. Inside, they saw various state crowns, the bejeweled orb, the royal scepter, and the Coronation spoon.

“Look at the size of those diamonds. The one in the scepter is huge!” Darren exclaimed.

“It’s five hundred and thirty carats. The Cullinan I is the world’s finest single diamond. The diamond in the crown that was worn by my great grandmother, Queen Elizabeth, is the Koh-i-Noor from India. Koh-i-Noor means Mountain of Light, by the way. The jewels are still in use for official State occasions. I’ve even held the Imperial State Crown. Its centerpiece is called the Cullinan II diamond, and it’s three hundred and seventeen carats. So, now you’ve seen the Crown Jewels. Seen enough?”

“Yes, thank you. They’re gorgeous. Maybe if you become king, I’ll get to hold one of them.” Darren smirked.

“Don’t hold your breath!”

“Now that I think about it, I actually saw the Crown Jewels about three months ago,” Darren said.

“What? Oh, right!” Michael laughed. “You mean my jewels!”

“Who was the last prisoner held here?” Darren asked as they left the building.

“That would have been Nazi Deputy Führer Rudolf Hess in 1941. He flew by himself to Scotland to try to end the war without authorization from Hitler. We kept him here until the war trials.”

“This place is full of history, both ancient and modern,” Darren said as he looked at his watch. “We should probably get to Winfield House so we can relax and have a drink before dinner.”

“Okay, let’s go.”

They thanked the guards at the Tower and drove to Winfield House. Their security called ahead, and the gate opened as their little convoy approached. They pulled up in front of the house, and the doors opened as Blaine stepped out.

“Good evening, Your Highness, Mr. Wilson. I trust you had a brilliant weekend,” Blaine said.

“It was rather splendid,” Michael replied. “I know Darren enjoyed himself.”

“That’s for sure!” Darren said.

As they entered the house, Jack came running up with the Scotties on his heels.

“Hi, guys, what did you do all weekend?” Jack asked with a sly smile.

“I can tell by your smile what you mean by that. Don’t you think about anything else?” Darren asked.

“What did you think about when you were my age?”

“Ha! He’s got you there!” Michael said as they walked into the living room.

“We’ll tell you about most of it at dinner,” Darren promised. “Where are my uncles?”

“They’re upstairs dressing for dinner. Don’t the Scotties look great? We had them groomed over the weekend,” Jack said enthusiastically.

Michael and Darren looked down at Bonnie and Brandy and smiled.

“They look smashing, Jack, just like real Scotties should. They’re a fine quality from a good breeder, no doubt,” Michael said.

“That’s because Darren’s mom got them for us when we lost little Mary,” Jack said. His smile slipped a little at the mention of the departed, much-loved pet.

“Cheer up, Jack. For all you know, Mary’s spirit is in one of these little girls,” Darren said.

“True! I never thought of that,” Jack answered.

“Never thought of what?” David asked as he and Shane entered the living room.

“I never thought that Mary’s spirit might be in Bonnie or Brandy and that she’s still with us!” Jack said excitedly.

“That is possible, Jack. You never know about such things. Hi, boys, good weekend?”

“Yes, sir,” Darren replied. “We got to see all kinds of things. I wish you all could have been with us. Michael was an incredible guide and got us into places tourists never get to see.”

“Well, there has to be some use to being a prince.” Michael chuckled.

“We have time for a drink before dinner. What would everyone like?” Shane asked.

“I’d like a Manhattan, if you don’t mind,” Michael answered.

“I’ll have a screwdriver, please,” replied Darren.

“I’ll have a Scotch, neat,” said Jack.

“Please sit down. Be comfortable,” David said as he made the drinks. He poured a ginger ale over ice and handed it to Jack.

“Here you go, Scotch on the rocks. I think you’re too young to drink it neat,” he said.

“Since when does Scotch have bubbles?” Jack asked as he took a sip. “That’s not Scotch. You pulled a fast one on me!”

“You really want a sip of Scotch, Jack?” Shane asked.

“Yep, I’m grown up!”

Shane shot David a smile and poured about a quarter inch of good single malt Scotch into a glass. “Now, if you want this, you have to drink it all, understand?” Shane asked as he handed the glass to Jack.

“Sure. Give it here!”

Shane watched as Jack tried to drink like a man. Jack tipped the glass back and drank the contents in one gulp. A second later, Jack was on the floor gasping for air with tears running from his eyes.