Timothy was on the road to a place he had been to hundreds of times before, and after this night, he wasn't sure how often he would visit it. With all the days he had spent already at Jasper's side, his thirst for stinging beverages and gambling his nights away had come to an abrupt stop. He was on his way to Reynolds to see Simon who was more than likely already there with his lover Lucian.
When he arrived, he stalled his buggy in front of the furniture shop, and there was a little boy about eight years old, sitting on the walkway. He suddenly perked up when he laid eyes on Timothy's horse.
Coming down from the driver's seat, the dark-haired man smiled at the boy, and said, "Make sure she doesn't wander, and I'll give you some pence in return."
"A'ight, sir!" the boy's grin spread wide and he stroked his hand down the horse's mane. "She ain't goin' nowhere!"
Timothy then made his way around the furniture shop in the alley, knocking his fist on the metal door to get inside. When the woman who inspected patrons slid the opening to get a look outside, she unlocked the door and greeted him kindly. "Welcome back, Timmy boy. We've missed you here."
Timothy huffed a laugh and started down the steep, narrow steps, and turned into the bar area. It was nearly filled with the usual faces, and to his surprise only Lucian was seated at the counter. When he approached the effeminate, black-haired man, Timothy placed a hand on his shoulder, and said, "Is Simon working late tonight?"
Lucian flinched from Timothy's abrupt appearance, "Oh, hello, Tim. No, Simon should be here in just a few minutes. He stayed behind at the butcher shop with father. One of the pigs got loose today and broke the fence, so to make a good impression, Simon offered to fix it. You know how he is. Always trying to impress." Lucian sighed then, and faced Timothy when he took a seat beside him. "I wish he would act naturally sometimes. After all, father loves Simon. My only guess is that he always tries to impress just in case one day we get caught. Perhaps he thinks father wouldn't care too much given all the help he's brought my family."
"We do what we can," Timothy said, waving off the bartender when he was offered a drink. "If Simon thinks playing nice with your father all the time is what helps hide the fact, then perhaps he is still on the right track."
"For the record, Tim," Lucian said, his tone sounding a little ominous. "Thank you again for taking care of that job I requested. Still, I wish you hadn't killed him, but I cannot say I'm not glad I will never see his face again." He scrunched his button nose cheekily and nudged Timothy's shoulder. "Simon needn't know of our wee little secret, yeah?"
Timothy opened his mouth to speak, but he was cut off when Simon poked his head between him and Lucian. He looked tired from a hard working day, dressed in tan trousers and a dark red buttoned shirt, a thin and worn coat over him, and his brown hair was tucked beneath a black cap. "You two look like you're getting on quite well without me," he smiled and then kissed his lover's waiting lips.
"Why, yes!" Lucian leered, going red as Simon hugged him from behind. It was a surprise to see he could still get flustered given all the years the two had been together. "I was considering offering myself to Timmy here if you had taken any longer."
"Then I would have had no choice than to put him on a list of my own!" Simon then met Timothy's gaze, taking a seat in the middle of the two. "What brings you down from Castle Lancechester? Did you grow to miss us lowly peasants?"
Timothy shook his head in amusement, "I came in search for the two of you actually. There is something I want the both of you to have."
Lucian and Simon shared a confused look, and then they glanced back at Timothy, looking him over as if he was carrying an object for them to see.
"What is this something?" Simon asked.
"It is not something I can put in my pocket," Timothy stood from the stool, "Come take a ride with me."
When he started for the exit, the couple behind him shrugged, intrigued, and followed along until they were outside in front of the furniture shop once more. The eight-year-old boy was still with the buggy, sitting up top as though he were a coachman himself.
"Oh, sir! I watched her like you said!"
"That you did," Timothy nodded, and then he held a hand out to Simon. "You've got your purse?"
"Um, yes," Simon dug a small sack from his back pocket, and then handed it to the dark-haired man.
Without second thought, Timothy took to a knee and put the purse in the young boy's hand, closing it in his fist. "Take this, go buy yourself something sweet. When you've filled yourself, give the rest of it to your mother. Understand?"
The boy's eyes widened in shock and he smiled gratefully, "Thank you very much, sir!" and then he ran off down the cobblestoned street.
Timothy then stepped up onto the buggy and took the reins into his hands. "Come on, now. I have somewhere to be by nightfall."
Climbing up onto the buggy behind Lucian, Simon took a seat, and said, "I hope you have a very good explanation on why you've handed a mere boy a week's worth of my hard earned money."
"You'll see when we get there," Timothy said, and then they were on the move.
He led them through the entire city of Banemount until they reached the road that led further out into the country surrounding the populated city. He was hounded with questions on what being involved with someone like Jasper Lancechester was like, but Timothy would rather keep the details to himself. He trusted Simon and Lucian, but he still preferred keeping most details about his life veiled from others.
After several more minutes of being on the lonely country road, Timothy directed the buggy down a path under the shadows of overgrown shrubs. With the sun already hidden beneath the horizon, there wasn't much light that could make it through the shrouded trees, but when they finally emerged from them, Timothy stopped the buggy in front of the home he purchased so long ago.
"You've never invited us here before," Simon said, helping Lucian down. "I've never known where you lived since I met you. So this is it?"
The dark-haired man's eyes looked upon the cottage. He'd kept it in such good shape for years, made repairs whenever they were needed, tended to the garden, what flowers grew out front, and he had even managed to make it so the well-water reached necessary outlets in the house for cooking and bathing. He never knew why he always made sure the cottage was in perfect living conditions, but there had always been something telling him to make sure it never fell apart.
"This used to be my home," Timothy said, "Now..." he clapped a hand on Simon's shoulder. "I want you two to have it. There are only a few things which I returned for, but after I am gone, this place — I wish to give it to you both."
Lucian was at a loss for words, and it seemed all he could do in the moment was throw himself into Timothy's arms, Simon appearing to hold his breath as he stared, astonished at this beautiful piece of land. "But," he cleared his throat, "where will you go?"
"Master Jasper has asked me to take up with him from now on," Timothy said, receiving Lucian's kiss when the man's lips touched his cheek. "If I am there all the time, this place will go to ruin. Call it your own, live here freely. Together. For me."
Watching as the couple speechlessly walked about the property, Timothy let himself in after unlocking the front door with a key hidden beneath a porch floorboard. Alone, he went to the back bedroom, looking upon its emptiness before entering. He then neared a side table stand and pulled open the top drawer. From inside he lifted out a single piece of clothing. It was a white gown, unstained but he had stitched a few tears here and there to make it as perfect as it'd been when Neville once wore it on a daily basis.
Placing the folded gown atop the side table, Timothy grabbed out one more item from inside. The expensive object was made of pure gold, a locket attached to a necklace, and when he turned it over in his hand, there was the tiny image of a dove engraved into it.
He kissed the cold jewelry and then unclipped it, opening the locket to find a small piece of parchment paper inside.
Shelter my heart and I will give it to you.
Say you love me and I will love you too.
Timothy remembered the words written inside without having to open the message. He merely kissed the locket once more and placed it in his pocket.
"Timothy?" Simon called from the front area, and when he was joined by the dark-haired man, he said, "How in the name of god did you get running water to reach the kitchen and bath? That's mad!"
With the nightgown tucked under his arm, gathering then all of the books Neville had once indulged in as well from a shelf in the front sitting room, Timothy shrugged, "A lot of time digging, learning from mistakes, back tracking and measuring pipes. Only problem is that the bath water doesn't heat so, there's that."
"Impressive!"
"One more thing," Timothy almost forgot, and then he gestured for Simon and Lucian to follow him. He opened a tall door leading down into the chilly cellar after grabbing a lantern from the kitchen area. There were working tools tucked away down in the dark, unused wood for projects Timothy had yet to start, and back in the furthest corner was a thick iron trunk secured by two black locks. He grabbed the keys down from a hook on the wall behind a raincoat, and knelt to unlock the compartment.
"Both of you," he said, "have been good to me since that time. Back then, I was so consumed by my anger, by how unfair I thought it was that monsters were able to live, while my love had been damned to die the way he did. But you two, you stuck by me even in all my hatred and umbrage, never stopped calling a man like myself your friend. Over the years, and even before that time, I am sure you know I spent my days taking the lives of those who I viewed to be monsters. I took their money for myself, and received payment from people who placed a name before me. Till this day, I have yet to spend much of it." Timothy opened the trunk, revealing thousands of pounds in forms of paper, silver and gold coins. "Keep this, as well. Spend it however you please, but always remember to spend it wisely."
"T—Timothy," Simon drove his hands back into his hair, knocking off his cap, as Lucian beside him stood with teary eyes, "This is too much."
"Do not say that. I want you both to have this. Stay in this house, have this free sanctuary of your own. I have — I have found happiness again. I can finally leave this place behind."
Suddenly, Timothy was bombarded by Simon and Lucian, and he felt an overwhelming sense of worth cloud over his body. "Thank you," they said together, and then Simon continued. "Thank you for this, Timothy. I will forever be grateful towards you. If there is anything I can ever do in return, never be afraid to speak what you will of me."
"There is only one thing I need from you," Timothy said, coming out of their strong embrace. "Would you mind taking me to the Lancechester manor? I want to leave you the horse and buggy, as well, but it would take me too long to return on foot."
"Of course," Simon nodded. "Let us get you back to him."
***
Welcomed into the manor before the doorman retired for the night, Timothy made his way through the halls until reaching the Master's chamber, the folded white gown and books in his arms as well. There were faint signs of light shining below the door and when he opened the door to enter, he stepped into the second half of the lofty room to find Jasper lying in the center of his large bed.
He was still dressed as he had been during the day, in his petite, black trouser shorts, white button down, and thigh-high socks. His shoes were off on the floor, and he was focused on a book opened before him, chin propped in his palm. There were two lit lanterns on either side of the bed, giving this entire half of the room a warm and welcoming glow all around the preoccupied Master.
Timothy studied Jasper as he lay there in a world of his own, a smile pulling softly at the corners of his mouth as he read, admiring even the delicate manner he turned the page to the next. This nobleman, how could he possibly be so stunning and graceful all at once without trying? And Timothy was certainly satisfied being able to say that he was in love with this striking man.
"Jasper," he said finally, calling attention to himself. "I hope I did not keep you waiting too long."
The Master closed the book without marking his page, and brought himself out of the bed. "No, not at all. Did you finish what you needed to get done?"
"Yes," Timothy nodded, looking down at the books and nightgown. "These are some of the things I could not bring myself to leave behind if I am to stay here with you."
Nearing the man, Jasper looked over the books, admiring the choices he was also familiar with. He then gestured to the white clothing. "What is this?" he asked. "It must mean a great deal to you."
Timothy went for a low standing dresser and placed everything on top, Jasper joining him in front of it. "It was a piece of clothing Neville wore quite often. It is a piece of him, so it is a piece of me." And then he took the locket necklace from his pocket and set that on top of the gown. "I gifted this to him on our birthday as well."
"I see," Jasper curled his arm with Timothy's, resting his head on the man's shoulder. "I would not have wanted to leave behind something so precious either."
"About tonight..." Timothy said then, turning from the dresser to head back to the bed.
"I am rather nervous," Jasper confessed. "I know everyone seemed to be onboard, Juliette as well after supper was finished, but I cannot help feeling my nerves tickle. This must be strange for you; bedding a man so he may perform properly with his own wife. Plus, I have never seen a woman before. In paintings and works of art, yes, but in actual flesh, I have not."
"I'm sure it will not be so bad."
"I know," Jasper admitted, "Darcy and Juliette are more than just beautiful women. But they are my friends, so seeing them make love beside us," the Master laughed wittily then. "This is so strange."
"When is this to take place?"
Jasper checked the time on a grandfather clock just beside the archway of the bedroom area. "Now," he said, "all the servants have turned in for the night, so there will be no one roaming the halls. They should all be in their respective living quarters." Slipping his hand into the dark-haired man's, he added, "Shall we?"
When Timothy gave a nod, the two went for the doorway of the chamber, stepping out into the hall together. Jasper and Darcy had planned that the act was to take place in a guest bedroom instead of their own chambers. It was a candlelit room on the second floor with large bay windows that had blossomed flowers just outside of it, but white drapes over them were pulled shut. The lower half of the walls were wooden, while atop it faded red wallpaper was pressed down, a few pieces of expensive furniture, and there was an untouched fireplace. In the center of the room was a king-sized bed with yellow and white sheets, and when Jasper and Timothy entered, Lady Darcy and Juliette were already inside.
The two Ladies were seated on the lid of an empty trunk beside one another, dressed for bed in their pink sleepwear, Juliette's hair unbraided and out of its usual long ponytail.
Strangely enough, Darcy looked the most confident of them all.
When Timothy closed the door behind him, the Master took a deep breath. "This is for the good of our futures together."
Darcy stood with a nod, "Yes, if Ronald will leave us be after a child is born, then that is what he shall get." Without warning, she then turned for the right side of the bed and unbuttoned her dress and let it slide completely off her body.
Jasper's cheeks flushed in the dark, candlelit guestroom while Timothy averted his eyes as well from the Lady's trim naked body.
"Juliette," Darcy said, sitting down on her side of the bed, her breasts and entire body exposed without a single care in the world, "Come to me, darling."
Seeing as he should get this over with as well, Jasper turned to Timothy only to be met by an unexpected kiss. The dark-haired man took the Master's lips with his own, guiding him backwards to the bed as he unbuttoned his shirt as well. When Jasper was laid back, Juliette was already tending to Darcy as though they were not in the company of anyone else, kissing her lover as she laid naked between Darcy's open legs.
Overtaken by the hunger radiating from Timothy, the previous nervousness inside the Master seemed to fade in and out until all he wanted was to be shown love by the man bathing him in kisses.
Lifting his hips when Timothy pulled his trouser shorts off, in a second they were both bare-skinned and sprawled together, lips pressed as one hotly until the dark-haired man sought Jasper's neck. He gasped at the feeling of Timothy's stubble brush his skin.
Mindlessly glancing to his left, Jasper caught how Juliette kissed down her lover's breasts and stomach, causing Darcy to sigh keenly when the brunette girl reached her pelvis.
Hovering over Jasper like a dark shadow then, Timothy moistened his fingers before teasing them graciously in and out of Jasper's entry, his other hand working the Master's shaft until it was hard in his grasp.
Low lamenting cries filled the bedroom, and it only intensified as the minutes went on and on. Soon it was as though it was just Jasper and Timothy in the room even with Darcy and Juliette so close by.
Arousal flooded the entire room, Jasper's knees nearly clamping down on Timothy's head when he brought his mouth around Jasper's cock. "T—Timothy," a whispered call came out, "Oh, yeah."
Beside Jasper, Darcy leaned back on her palms with her legs draped open, Juliette masterful in her silent talents when it came to bestowing shuddering pleasure into her Lady. As her thumb gently rubbed against Darcy's tender clit, her index and middle fingers curled in and upwards, knowing exactly where and how to bring about the voluminous calls from her lover's lungs. Though a mild and meek girl on the outside, Juliette would never shield any aspect of herself in front of Lady Darcy. If she could be here to pleasurably get Darcy through this delicate situation, she wasn't going to bashfully back away from it no matter the nearby audience.
Rolling his hips into the cavern of Timothy's salivating mouth, Jasper's fingers raked into the man's curly hair, snagging into a twist when he felt a severe internal pulse.
No, he thought to himself, not yet.
When Timothy caught the command in a quiet whisper, he sat back as Jasper turned over, coming up a small way onto his knees, anxious to feel Mr. Creel inside of him once again. Able to hear the eager pleas of Darcy beside him, Jasper's own throb of his compulsion was satisfied when he felt Timothy slowly merge into his body. He groaned ardently into the pillows beneath him, whole body trembling each momentous time Timothy advanced into him.
He could feel perfectly as the point hidden finely inside of him was groped just the way he liked it, each lunge never missing the opportunity for him to cry out, aghast by how relishing it all felt to have Timothy inside of him this way as they had been in the ballroom not long ago.
Having to press his face into the blankets when a devastating need to scream channeled through his body, Jasper squeezed his eyes shut, physically turned over when the dark-haired man withdrew from him. His body felt stretched and overly sensitive, and while he could have cum several minutes ago, Jasper was able to hold his own.
Taken over by his blissful decadence, Jasper turned and forced Timothy to lay back on the bed, pinning him down and he filled himself with Mr. Creel's hard cock again. Sashaying their tongues together, his nails gripped into the man's shoulders with a strength he could hardly control, Jasper rocking his hips, hair falling down around their faces.
Timothy's hands clung to the Master's waist, biting down forcefully on his bottom lip as Jasper sat up and rode him passionately, rising his own thrusts off the bed to fill his lover deeper.
The tempestuous atmosphere of the bedroom was on overload, each pair drowned in their separate acts until Timothy began to pump Jasper's cock. The Master's eyes shot open, stopping the rotation of his hips as the dark-haired man burrowed into him. He moaned out salaciously, cum inching closer and closer to the surface.
"D—Darcy," Jasper said, trembling, and the Lady came breathlessly out of her momentous act with Juliette.
Without waiting for Mr. Creel to take himself from underneath Jasper or out of him, Darcy brought herself into her husband's lap, inserting him into her.
Jasper gasped from how overwhelming the feeling was of being impaled from below and having Darcy on top of him. He'd never felt such a tight and resilient warmth around his own cock before and it only caused his need for release to worsen. Timidly embracing his wife, the Master met Darcy's eyes and they looked upon one another as this bizarre contentment passed between them. While certainly strange, there truly wasn't anyone else in the world they'd rather experience this with. Together, they wrapped one another in their arms and Jasper let go, his breath trembling as the flow of his cum rose from him and passed into the Lady.
Unable to control it, Darcy was overcome as well by the feeling of Jasper pushed against the point inside of her that Juliette was always capable of reaching with her fingers, and she shook against him, biting back her passionate cry as they both finally faded out of their intimate highs.
Breathless against one another, husband and wife's heated bodies transferred their shared tremors before finally coming back down to earth.
When Darcy slid off of Jasper, the Master was laid back as well, Timothy stealing himself from the tight fix of his lover's light shivering body.
"There, there," Lady Darcy said, her back turned as her head rested in Juliette's lap. "Hopefully, after tonight we will never have to do this again."
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Not long after the atmosphere was calmed down, Jasper was alone with Timothy in his chamber. He and the dark-haired man were laid together while a single still candle was lit at their bedside now. The Master felt as Mr. Creel ran soft touches down his spine, and he thought about what was bound to transpire after this night. Darcy would likely get pregnant and carry their child to full term, and so long as the child was a boy, they would have granted Ronald Lancechester what it was he wanted out of both of them.
And Jasper did hope as well he and the Lady wouldn't have to perform such an act ever again. While it hadn't been as horrible as either of them initially presumed, never having to do it again was a great wish.
Feeling as Timothy's touch stroked down his right forearm while he lay there beside the other man, Jasper turned his head to meet Timothy's curious stare.
"All this time," Mr. Creel said, "And I have yet to notice this scar upon your arm."
Tiredly, Jasper looked at the large blemish dug into his forearm. "That is because, Mr. Creel," he said with a weary smile, "The only times you have truly seen me in the nude are when we are making love."
Timothy huffed a small laugh, "Where did it come from?"
"Long ago, when I was but ten-years-old, I was attacked by a wolf in the woodlands of Brimonhive. Elijah, just one year older than myself, saved my life."
Watching Jasper fall asleep a minute after speaking, Timothy touched the scar from eighteen years ago, almost captivated by it as he too felt the spell of fatigue take over his body.
"If I was given the chance," he said, "I would thank him myself."