Title: Five Gold Rings 3/5
Author: Magpie and Wolfling
Email: magpie@moracle.co.uk and wolfling@sympatico.ca
Show: Buffy
Rating: NC-17
Category: angst, hurt/comfort
Warnings: spoilers up to the end of Chosen
Pairings: Giles/Ethan
Series: Of Old Mystics, takes place between chapters 17 and 18 of Charades
Summary: On the fifthe day of Christmas...
Author Notes: Many thanks to Mad Poetess and Wesleysgirl for betaing :) This was
written for Kindkit during the Secret Slasha writing challenge in December and
takes place during Charades, the fourth story in the Of Old Mystics series; that
and previous stories in the series can be found at
http://www.myarseisnotpansy.co.uk/piedm/mystics.html.
Monday 22nd December
Ethan woke, and as he remembered his plans for the day, smiled happily. Rolling over in bed, he snuggled close to his husband, pressing soft kisses upon Rupert's face. "Wakey wakey, dearheart. We'll be late."
Rupert's arms came around him, and he turned his face to lazily kiss Ethan back. "Late for what?" he murmured in a sleep-husky voice.
"Your special day. Don't worry, Pammy knows you won't be in."
"My special day?"
Ethan grinned, delighted at Rupert's befuddlement. "Happy Christmas. Rise and shine. We don't want to miss our appointment."
Rupert was looking more awake now, but still slightly confused. "What are you up to?"
"I'm trying to get you up and ready to drive out to Duxford." Ethan told him, as if it were the most reasonable thing in the world.
"And why would we be wanting to drive to Duxford?"
"So I can give you your Christmas present. Honestly, Rupert. You're a little slow today." Chuckling, Ethan began to lightly slap at Rupert's body to get him moving.
Rupert reached out and grabbed Ethan's wrists to still him. "I'm asking because I'm trying to decide if it's going to interfere with the gift I had planned for you today."
Bugger. "You had something planned for today? But I've got this all booked up!" Ethan tugged at his wrists, fretting.
"We may have to start checking ahead of time when scheduling surprises. Perhaps we can work both in." Rupert raised his head enough to kiss Ethan. "If not, I suppose my surprise will wait. But I need to know at least the basics of where we're going and why before I can judge."
"It was meant to be a surprise." Ethan pouted.
Rupert sighed. "I suppose I could tell you my surprise and then you can decide..."
Now that sounded better. "Ok," Ethan agreed, smiling again.
"I've got to work on the not giving in to you every time you pout at me," Rupert muttered, mostly to himself, then let go of Ethan's wrists. "There's a box in the drawer of the side table."
Scrambling up, Ethan went eagerly to the drawer in question and pulled it open. There was a largish but relatively shallow box wrapped in scarlet and gold foil inside. It had a silk ribbon around it. Feeling slightly breathless just at the extent of possibility regarding the box's contents, Ethan carried it carefully back to the bed and sat next to Rupert again, grinning happily at him.
"Go ahead," Rupert bade him, sitting up and stretching. "Open it."
Ethan pulled at the ribbon and the bow slipped undone. The wrapping was held on by two discreet pieces of tape and they didn't take much longer to remove. Inside was a black velvet clad box of the sort used for jewellery, only much bigger than any jeweller's box Ethan had ever seen. Embossed in gold on the lid was the image of a three link chain. Ethan knew that symbol. Feeling slightly overwhelmed, he looked at Rupert, lacking the courage to open it any further. "Show me?"
Smiling, Rupert reached over and flipped the box's lid open with something of a flourish.
Inside the box was divided into several compartments, the largest reserved for an item, the purpose of which was hard to mistake. "A butt plug, Rupert?" he whispered. In the other compartments were items of gold, steel and leather, each exquisitely crafted at, Ethan was sure, great expense. There were ruby studded nipple clamps, various discreet restraints, a small contraption of leather and gold chain that Ethan didn't want to even think about wearing on his cock and balls. Oh wait. Maybe he did. He made a tiny whining noise and slumped against his husband.
Rupert wrapped an arm around his shoulders and took the box from him. "I had planned," Rupert said conversationally, skimming his fingers over the various items, "to have you wear these under your clothes to work today. So that only the two of us would know they were there."
Ethan pressed his hand over his mouth. He was very hard, his erection bobbing almost merrily in his lap. As Rupert's fingers touched the various objects in the box, Ethan grew harder still. He whimpered again.
"There would also be shagging at various points during the day when I felt like taking you," Rupert continued in the same conversational tone. "Is that something that would be compatible with your surprise?"
"Wh...what?"
Rupert smiled, eyes bright with amusement. "Can we do this today, or will it interfere with your plans?"
"I don't have any pl--" Ethan stopped. Bloody hell. "Christ, we're going to be late. You have to get up, Rupert. Go and get ready. I'll be..." Playing with his new toys. He reached out to take the box back from Rupert.
Rupert held it out of reach. "I want to put them on you -- at least the first time."
"Oh God," Ethan moaned, as his balls tightened momentarily and his eyes flickered shut. "We're never going to leave the bedroom."
"Trust me," Rupert told him, shifting them so that Ethan was lying on his back beneath him. "I'll make sure we get out on time." He glanced at the clock. "How long do we have?"
"We have to be there by eleven, and you know what the M25 is like." Despite his worries about the time, Ethan found himself pushing up against his husband.
He could see Rupert doing the math in his head. "We have a little time. But," he added regretfully, "we won't be able to draw this out at all."
Thinking about what Rupert was about to do to him was threatening to overwhelm Ethan already. "Dearheart, I'm not sure..." He hesitated.
"Do you want to wait for another day?" Rupert asked, pausing, although he hadn't put the box down yet.
Oh. "No. No, I want this. I just... No, I want this."
"You sure?"
Ethan knew the look he was giving Rupert was close to pathetic, but he didn't overly care. "Don't give me the choice?"
Rupert looked at him for a long minute, then leant in and kissed him breathless.
Once the kiss was over, Ethan knew he no longer had to worry about watching the clock. Rupert was in control now, and Ethan's job was to make Rupert's job just a little bit more... fun. He grinned up at his husband. "More."
"Kisses?" Rupert gave him a very Ripperish grin as he picked up one of the nipple clamps from the box. "Perhaps later."
Ethan eyed the small gold clamp with the ruby teardrop dangling from it. "They'll show through my shirt, you know."
"Wear a jumper." Rupert slid a hand down Ethan's chest and pinched his left nipple.
He jolted slightly in response, despite having decided to himself that he wasn't going to react. "Were these made to order?"
"Of course. Nothing but the best." As he spoke, Rupert slid the clamp into place.
After the screw was tightened, Ethan let himself squirm a little. The thing with clamps was they didn't start to feel truly uncomfortable immediately unless they were over-tight. But if he was to wear these all day, his *jumper* rubbing all the time, he knew he'd be in quite exquisite discomfort by the time they returned home.
Rupert picked up the second clamp and quickly affixed it to Ethan's other nipple, then sat back and just looked at him. "Some day, when we have nowhere to be, you'll have to wear those with nothing else."
Ethan let his gaze drop to his own chest. They did look pretty, hanging there. He gave a little wriggle and giggled. The gold was cool upon his skin.
Rupert smiled. "I'll take that to mean you're ready for the next bit." He pulled out the cock and ball contraption that had made Ethan squirm just thinking about it.
"Rupert, I can't wear that all day. Really, I can't."
"I deliberately asked for it to be constructed in such a way that you *could*," Rupert replied, skimming his free hand over Ethan's stomach.
"Oh. Oh dear." Ethan had just worked out what was probably coming next after the little harness, and he wasn't exactly keen. "And I suppose I don't get to come first?"
"Not if we want to make this mysterious appointment you've set up. There's just not enough time, love." Rupert's fingers trailed down over Ethan's cock, then began slipping the harness on him.
The gentle touches seemed particularly cruel under the circumstances. Ethan reached out and put his hands over Rupert's, trying to keep them in place. "Please."
"No."
"Rupert, I need you."
"I'm right here, love." The sound of the fastenings on the harness being closed was loud in Ethan's ears. Reluctantly, he let his hands be moved.
Once the last small press-stud was done, Ethan sat up quickly. "Right. Torture devices all in place; time to get dressed." He started to swing his legs from the bed.
Rupert stopped him with a tight grip on Ethan's thigh. "We're not done yet."
Ethan felt his face screw up. "There's a long drive ahead, not to mention... other things. You can't seriously expect me to--"
"I do. And you will."
Oh. The stern voice. Great. "I'm going to be completely unhinged before today is over, I see," he said in as dry and casual tone as he could manage.
"Perhaps," Rupert acknowledged, pushing Ethan back onto the bed. "But I promise it will be worth it."
Ethan didn't doubt that; what he was uncertain about was his ability to last to that point. But he said nothing as Rupert lifted his legs, pushing them apart. The nipple clamps were stinging now and the harness around his cock and balls, while it was far from uncomfortable, provided constantly insufficient sensation. Both were bearable however, unlike, he felt sure, what Rupert was about to add to his torment.
He watched as Rupert put lube on his fingers and flinched as he slid them between Ethan's legs. "Relax, love."
Much easier said than done, at least so Ethan thought. But it turned out that he was so used to Rupert's touch that relaxing came naturally. He groaned as Rupert's fingers moved inside him, stretching and inevitably stimulating.
All the time, Rupert was watching him with eyes dark with lust. "You look..." he began wonderingly, then glanced at the bedside clock and sighed. "Not enough time." He pulled his fingers out and moved to pick up the butt-plug.
"Rupert," Ethan moaned. "I don't want whatever that thing is made of inside of me. I want you. Your flesh. *Please*."
"You think I don't want to do that?" Rupert asked, voice low, echoing the desperation that Ethan was feeling. "You're the one who made other plans."
"But I didn't know!" he protested. "I was just trying to give you a special day."
"Well, this way, we'll both have special days." Rupert slowly pushed the plug into Ethan.
He kept relatively still during the insertion; it didn't feel unpleasant, after all; it was just knowing it would be in him all day that was so difficult. He almost felt like saying they could cancel his surprise for Rupert, but after the effort of getting it organised, that would never do. Anyway, if it made Rupert as happy as Ethan hoped, it would be worth all this frustration and more.
"Rupert, I just want you to know that I love you," he said with a wry smile. "I've a feeling I should say that now, as later I may be cursing your name."
Rupert chuckled, then leant over to kiss him. "You'll be screaming my name before the day's over if I have my way."
***
Later the same day
"Dear God, Rupert. Do you have to hit *every* bump and pot hole in the road?" Ethan was sounding a little peeved.
"I've been avoiding most of them," Giles replied, glancing over at his lover. "Perhaps we should've brought a pillow?"
Ethan's arms were wrapped tightly around his upper body. "You need to follow the brown signs. Like that one." He pointed out of the window to a sign for the Imperial War Museum.
"We *are* going to look at aeroplanes?" Giles had spent most of the drive trying to figure out what exactly Ethan had planned and where they were going. Ethan's responses to most of his guesses, which included the museum famous for its huge collection of vintage planes, had been mostly non-committal. Although granted, Ethan had other things on his mind. Giles hid a smile as his lover squirmed on his seat.
"Well, *I'm* going to look at them..." Despite his prolonged frustration, Ethan still managed to sound smug.
"Where am I going to be?"
There was a small chuckle from the other seat. "When you were a nipper, Rupert, what did you dream of growing up to become, before it became obvious you were only going to be allowed to become one thing?" Ethan was sounding very pleased with himself indeed.
The question struck a chord of deja vu with Giles, and he was trying to figure out why even as he answered. "I never really settled on a career, but the frontrunners before I was informed of the family business were grocer and fighter pilot." He frowned as a memory of a conversation he'd had over half a decade before passed through his mind. "Have you been talking to Buffy?"
Ethan giggled and patted Giles' leg. "Buffy may have been quite helpful in this regard, yes, Biggles."
The thought of Ethan and Buffy conspiring together was actually quite frightening. "I think I liked it better when you two wouldn't speak to each other." The rest of what Ethan had said belatedly sunk in. "Wait, what did you just call me?"
"Biggles, you mean?" Ethan asked with false innocence. "As in Major James Bigglesworth, hero of the long running series of aeronautical adventures that I'd be very surprised to discover you didn't collect avidly when a child?"
"What have you planned?" Giles asked, having the sudden image of Ethan trying to dress him up in some kind of old pilot getup. He glanced down at himself; he was already wearing a leather jacket, even if it wasn't exactly a bomber.
"Well, there's this nice little corner shop near the museum," Ethan began. "Mr Singh, the proprietor, was kind enough to say that you could wear his apron for the day."
Giles deliberately hit the next bump at full speed.
"Bloody--" Ethan bit off his cursing and rearranged himself yet again on his seat. "Everyone thinks you're such a nice chap, Ripper. So kind, so supportive. They've no idea, have they?"
"You're the only one who knows every side of me," Giles replied, with far more feeling than he had planned. But it was true.
Ethan's hand found its way back to Giles' leg, and when Giles glanced at his lover, he saw Ethan wearing a much gentler expression, almost doting. "And of course you always know just the right thing to say to defuse me." He chuckled softly.
"Years of practice," Giles deadpanned. He dropped a hand to cover Ethan's on his leg. "And innate talent."
"Oh, there. Look, there it is." They were driving beside tall chainlink fencing, beyond which lay the hangers, runways and fields of the converted RAF base. Ethan squeezed Giles' leg. "Are you excited?"
Giles thought he could get excited just by watching Ethan's enthusiasm. "Just so I know for sure what I'm supposed to be eagerly anticipating -- this is some kind of plane ride you've arranged?"
"'Ride' is a little too passive for someone like you, dearheart, don't you think?" Ethan chuckled and stretched in his chair as they drove into the large car park. "You're going to fly a tiger moth. Complete with goggles and trailing scarf."
Giles blinked as it sunk in exactly how detailed this gift of Ethan's was, how completely it mirrored his childhood fantasy. "Really?" he asked. "There's actual flying involved? By me, I mean?"
"Yes. Actual flying by you," Ethan confirmed smugly. "Now, don't you think I deserve a reward of some kind?"
Flying. It was a childhood dream that he'd long ago put away with all the other detritus of childhood. But now, suddenly, it was blazing back to life -- at least for the afternoon. Giles pulled the car into a parking spot, turned off the engine, and leant over to kiss Ethan with all the love, wonder, and gratitude he was feeling.
The kiss grew heated very quickly. Ethan was clearly not in the mood for soft or subtle; a fact that became increasingly apparent as he undid his seatbelt and seemed to be trying to scramble on top of Giles.
Much as he would like to continue, Giles knew that one of them had to be level headed -- and it was obvious it wasn't going to be Ethan. Only to be expected, considering what he was wearing under his clothes. Reluctantly, Giles pulled back. "Later, love. I promise."
"We've got five minutes," Ethan wheedled, without as far as Giles could see consulting his watch or the dashboard clock.
"What I have planned is going to take longer than five minutes." He gave Ethan one more quick kiss. "I don't want to leave you any more... frustrated than you already are while I'm playing pilot."
"And I'm on the ground fretting," Ethan said sadly, reluctantly returning to his seat and opening his door.
Rupert grabbed Ethan's arm, keeping him from getting out just yet. "If this is going to be a problem..."
"No." Ethan smiled at him. "Bad choice of words. My only problem is, um, well let's just say I'm sitting on it."
"Ah." Rupert smiled back, something inside him relaxing as what he thought might have been over-dependence turned out merely to be physical distraction. "You could always stand up while you're waiting," he suggested.
"Thank you for your inestimable advice," Ethan said, dryly amused.
"Happy to help."
***
Later still the same day
Ethan leant uncomfortably against the wall of the hanger and watched the tiger moth as it circled the runway and then taxied in to land. He was uneasy, his breathing a little shallow and his muscles tense, and he knew that it wasn't just due to his throbbing nipples, constantly half-erect cock, and the continual feeling of fullness in his arse. Although they certainly weren't helping.
Even the slightest movement of his body caused a wave of sensation to pass through him from his arse upwards.
But no, what this unease was mainly about was, well... what if Rupert hadn't enjoyed his gift as much as he was meant to? He'd looked so very happy and grateful in the car, but what if it all turned out to be a disappointment?
Rupert was so very good at thinking up and providing just the right present. He knew Ethan so well and in their youth had always managed to find something that would bring a tear suspiciously close to Ethan's eye. And after Ethan's wonderful birthday in the summer, it was clear that if anything, Rupert's knack for perfection in these matters had improved.
Ethan just wanted to be able to give back a little of the way Rupert overwhelmed him with his generosity and consideration at these times.
The plane came to a stop near the hanger, and Ethan watched Rupert climb out and hand the helmet back to the bloke on the land crew who had helped him down. He seemed perky, but it was difficult to tell from a distance. He also looked extremely desirable in his new leather jacket.
But then, the way Ethan was currently feeling, it was possible that Rupert could be dressed from head to toe in sparking pink spandex and still look like the sexiest thing Ethan had ever seen.
Rupert talked for a moment with the pilot who had gone up with him, then shook hands and turned to look around. When he spotted Ethan, he waved then headed over with a bounce in his step that Ethan wasn't sure he'd ever seen the like of before.
Pushing off from the wall, Ethan walked to meet his husband. He was trying very hard not to mince, as it was one of those stereotypes that annoyed him, but he felt he rather was, all the same. The look on Rupert's face when he got close enough to see it provided good distraction from his discomfort. Rupert looked... well, happy, but that seemed a considerable understatement.
Feeling almost uncertain in the face of such personal joy, Ethan tentatively smiled and held his hands out. Rupert took them and pulled Ethan into his arms in an exuberant hug. "That was..." Rupert laughed, the sound seemed full of light.
Ethan felt the stirrings of strong emotion inside himself also. To have been able to give Rupert this meant so much. "I'm glad it was worthwhile," he said mildly.
"Worthwhile doesn't begin to cover it," Rupert said, pulling back enough to meet Ethan's eyes. His own were bright and seemed younger somehow than Ethan could ever remember seeing them. "Not everyone gets to live out a childhood wish. Thank you."
This new, energised Rupert made Ethan feel almost shy, as if he were intruding somehow. "I'm glad, and you're welcome."
"This isn't anything I would ever have thought of asking for." Rupert shook his head in wonder. "I never would have considered..." He trailed off with another shake of the head and a smile. "I guess sometimes you know me better than I know myself."
It was strange how unwilling Ethan felt to accept the praise; he couldn't quite have explained why. But nonetheless, he hugged Rupert tightly, enjoying the feel of the leather jacket under his arms. Enjoying it a lot in fact. "I have made you my life's work, you know."
"Mm, I think maybe it's time you deserve a bonus for service above and beyond then," Rupert replied, nuzzling Ethan's ear. Then he pulled away and started for the hanger, pulling Ethan along with him.
"Where are we going?" Ethan asked, confused.
"Somewhere a bit warmer than it is out here."
"To do what?" Ethan was having to more or less trot to keep up with Rupert, but his spirits were becoming more certain. Perhaps it was the jacket, but there was something very Ripper-like about his husband's behaviour currently.
The grin that Rupert tossed his way as they continued towards the hanger doors only strengthened that impression. "To finish what I started this morning."
"In an aircraft hanger?" Ethan laughed. "Well, that's a new one, even for us."
"The original plan was either a conference room or to go out for lunch and use a restroom. I'm improvising."
"This is better," Ethan said a little breathlessly, as they pulled to a halt beside a large biplane that he was sure Rupert could easily give a name to, but Ethan had no idea. "This way you're wearing the jacket apart from anything else. And you're excited and happy which is rather..." He giggled. "Adorable."
"Adorable?" Rupert asked, with a raised eyebrow, although an amused smile continued to hover around his mouth.
"Little boyish," Ethan explained, knowing he was getting into trouble in the *right* way. "It's very engaging, and I daresay, cute."
Rupert slid his arms around Ethan's waist, pulling him closer. "I can see I'm going to have to remind you of some of the other things I am." He looked speculatively at the plane they were standing beside, then once again tugged Ethan along with him as he headed for the ladder up into the plane. "DeHaviland Dragon," he said almost conversationally. "Should be plenty of room."
Already growing aroused, although really he'd yet to stop being aroused, Ethan went willingly, climbing the ladder in front of Rupert and looking into the biplane. Most of the small interior was filled with seats. "When you say plenty...?"
"We'll work with what we've got." As soon as Rupert had cleared the ladder and stepped onto the floor of the plane, he was pulling Ethan into his arms and kissing him until they were both somewhat breathless.
Ethan staggered a little, taken by surprise despite his expectations. Their heads were touching the ceiling, and his arse was pressing against a chair back. His sore nipples were crushed and rubbed by the proximity of their two bodies. Groaning, he yielded to Rupert, not wanting any control over what would happen next.
Rupert pulled back enough to start to undress Ethan, pulling his coat off and tugging on his jumper, only breaking the kiss long enough to pull it over Ethan's head. The garments fell to the floor with quiet rustles. Rupert's fingers brushed against the clamps on Ethan's nipples as he thrust his tongue into Ethan's mouth, and Ethan felt rational thought slipping away from him altogether.
The harness was tugging at his cock as his erection swelled, and he rubbed himself hard against Rupert, trying to find some release. Trying to undo Rupert's jacket was beyond Ethan, so he just enjoyed the leather, digging his blunt nails into it. The sensation was powerfully evocative of days long gone.
Rupert's hands were busy again, deftly unfastening Ethan's trousers and pushing them down out of the way. Then, with one last hard kiss, he spun Ethan around, bending him over one of the plane seats.
Christ. Ethan propped himself with his hands on the armrests to stop himself tumbling right over. His trussed up cock was pressing into the seat back, and he thrust forward for more stimulation. But of course the leather stopped any direct contact, and the feel of the harness itself just wasn't enough. "Ripper..."
"Shhh..." Ripper's voice was soothing, although his actions were anything but. His hands slid over Ethan's arse in a proprietary manner before moving to grasp the end of the butt plug. Ethan felt the bastard thing being wriggled inside of him.
"God, please. Ripper, this car passed the little town of distraction miles ago." Well, it made sense to Ethan's fevered mind.
Ripper's chuckle was low, and the sound seemed to rumble up Ethan's spine. The plug was jostled a few more times, then suddenly pulled out.
Ethan gasped loudly before gritting his teeth. His fingers dug into the armrests. After so long of feeling over-full, the lack of the toy from inside of him felt... well, he wouldn't have imagined it was possible to be so aware of being empty.
Knowing, or at least hoping fervently, what was to come next, Ethan reached out with one hand to brace against the back of one of the chairs in the next row.
"Been wanting to do this since this morning," Ripper muttered, taking a hold of Ethan's hips and sliding his cock into him up to the hilt.
Hell. Christ. The difference between the rubbery plastic and Ripper's flesh was dramatic; again far more than Ethan would have imagined. He moaned, writhing back against Ripper, his breath already staggered and noisy to his own ears. "Please. God, please. Now. Please now."
"Yes." Ripper slowly pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back in hard. "Now. No more waiting, love."
After hours of an itch he couldn't scratch, the movement felt almost unbearably good. "Don't stop. Harder, faster. Please, Ripper; I'm holding on by a fraying thread here."
Ripper bent over Ethan's body and whispered in his ear. "Who says I want you holding on at all?"
Ethan whimpered. "I can't. I'm too..." He moaned and writhed, almost scared by how intense he was feeling and how fast. "Ripper, please. Help. I need control."
"I've got the control," Ripper told him. He muttered some Latin words, and Ethan felt a small hit of his lover's magic surge through him, solidifying around his wrists, binding them in place to the chairs. "I've got you."
Oh, this was just exactly what he'd needed. Ripper had known even if Ethan himself hadn't worked it out. "Thank you," he said with heartfelt sincerity. He tugged at his new restraints, checking their strength. "God, yes."
That taken care of, Ripper seemed to turn all his attention to fucking that last vestige of control out of Ethan.
It took less than ten seconds before Ethan was wailing, thrashing about in his restraints, his cock whipping against the seat back and merely adding to the sensation overload. The teardrops hanging from the clamps were swinging madly as Ripper slammed into him; they smacked against Ethan's chest and tugged at his aching nipples.
He was so caught up that he was barely aware of when Ripper's hand reached around and grasped one of the clamps. At least until Ripper pulled it off with a quick yank.
"FUCK!" Ethan more or less screamed. It felt like someone was holding an open lighter to his chest as the blood rushed back, and his tortured flesh protested in the only way it knew how. Before the sensation began to ease or he could adjust to it, Ripper was pulling off the other clamp.
Ethan was hyperventilating now. It could have been his skewed perceptions, but the plane itself seemed to be moving with the power of Ripper's thrusts. Nothing that was coming from his mouth was in any way coherent, and there was little in his mind that could be graced with the description 'thought'.
It was then that his eyes, which were staring unfocusedly out of the window of the plane, finally gathered enough information for even his fogged brain to understand what he was seeing. Two men were standing outside the hanger doors, silhouetted against the light outside.
Groaning deeply, Ethan wondered distantly how aroused one could possibly get before something broke or ruptured. He doubted that the men could see them, but just the idea that they might...
"Do you want to come?" Ripper's voice was low in Ethan's ear, as a hand slid down and cupped him through the harness. "Want me to take this off so you can?"
Ethan wasn't sure how he answered. He knew he'd made a noise, and that in his head the noise had meant 'Please, yes, oh God, pleasepleaseplease', but it was anyone's guess how it had actually emerged. However it had, it seemed Ripper had been able to decipher it because his fingers were already undoing the harness' fastenings one at a time.
It seemed to take forever for the contraption to be removed, and Ethan realised somewhere dim and far away that his squirming was undoubtedly not helping. But all he knew was a desperation and urgency that possessed his entire body. "Ripper," he wailed. "Ripper."
Then, finally, Ripper was pulling the harness away from Ethan's body and there was nothing holding him back except the absence of his lover's word, and then not even that as Ripper murmured, "Come, love."
Orgasm was a huge fist gripping Ethan. His lungs refused to draw in air, and his spasms threatened to break the chairs he was fastened to. His vision blurred and started to darken around the edges, as a pleasure wracked him so close to pain that it was indistinguishable.
But through it all, Ripper was there, holding him, urging him on, keeping him together as he flew apart. Sharing in his climax and making it better merely by his presence.
Ethan's awareness of the world returned very slowly, but eventually the discomfort of his position, bent over the hard edged chair back, made itself known, and he groaned. Then he chuckled as his eyes focused outside the window again, and he watched the two men outside the hanger walk off together, clearly deep in conversation, and equally clearly, unaware of what had been happening close by.
"Are you all right?" Rupert asked, as he moved a hand over each of Ethan's wrists and the magical restraints vanished. He gently pulled Ethan upright and turned him around to pull him into his embrace.
"Lot more than that," Ethan mumbled, leaning heavily on his husband.
Rupert kissed him. "You arranged for me to fly; I felt it was only fair I return the favour."
Ethan slipped his arms inside Rupert's jacket and laid his face on the cool leather of the garment's shoulder. "This is a lot better than all those birds."
"I'm not sure I want any more information about that statement," Rupert said, chuckling.
Ethan dug his nails lightly into Rupert's back. "I meant the French hens, calling birds, and partridges, amongst other wild fowl."
"Ah. So I should return the milkmaids then?"
"I think so. But I suppose we might get some fun out of the leaping lords." Ethan chuckled, and raised his head to kiss his husband softly.