Beneath Me -
The journey to Shaw's sizable country estate is long and subdued. Charles is still smarting from the way Erik touched him yesterday. Even now the memory of the way the man treated him makes him both resentful and hard. Fortunately, he's in the carriage, instead of stuck on a horse.
Unfortunately, he's stuck in a carriage with his father, his aunt and his uncle.
Out of the corner of his eye, Charles can catch sight of Erik riding one of the horses they're bringing along for the hunt, leading the other horse behind. Erik rides well, his form is good. No one would ever assume he was a servant, save for the clothes on his back. Charles is easily lulled into a lazy daydream remembering how Erik looks without those very clothes.
It's a hot, dry afternoon. All three of his carriage companions are asleep in the drowsy heat of the afternoon. Charles would love to fall asleep, but he's too agitated, too frustrated with everything. The way he's treated Erik, the way Erik's treated him, this damn situation they appear to be stuck in. Erik rides closer to the carriage and Charles leans slightly to the side so he can still watch him. Erik catches sight of the movement and looks straight at him.
For a moment they just look at each other, and then, right there in broad daylight, Erik reaches down and cups himself brazenly through his trousers. Charles's mouth drops open; he swallows dryly, staring hungrily at the man. Erik holds his gaze, as he sticks his hand down his trousers. Charles groans silently at the sight. Erik's just riding along, stroking himself off and practically daring Charles to do the same.
Well....why not?
Everyone in the carriage is asleep and...he's harder than he's ever been just from watching Erik. Slowly, biting his lip to keep himself from daring to make a sound, Charles undoes the buttons on his trousers. They pop free silently and he breathes a sigh of relief as his hand eases down into his drawers. Christ, it feels so good to touch himself. To look out the window of the carriage and watch Erik as he works his own cock.
Erik rides even closer to the carriage so that Charles can watch the way his hand moves, how slowly he's going, pacing himself. Charles does the same, his eyes locked on Erik's as he works his thumb over the slit of his leaking cock. Damn, he's going to have a stain on his trousers.
The carriage hits a dip in the road and Charles freezes, as his father coughs and shifts position, without opening his eyes at all. If the man opens his eyes, he's going to be horsewhipped within an inch of his life for behaving so indecently in public. In front of his relatives, no less!
Erik's smirking at him through the window. On a whim, Charles sticks his tongue out at him. Erik stares at him in surprise, and then buries his mouth in the crook of his free arm while he laughs silently. Just the sight of Erik laughing sends thrills over Charles's skin. His balls tighten involuntarily and he claps a hand over his mouth as he comes violently, struggling not to make a sound.
Charles just leans back in his seat, exhausted while Erik leans forward in his saddle as he comes, his hand moving frantically in his trousers. The stablehand's face is obscenely beautiful as he exhales silently. Charles wants to kiss him more than anything, wants to leap out of the carriage and fling himself into Erik's arms....
...which is a ridiculous notion and something he will never ever do, obviously.
But he wants to do all the same.
Even more so when Erik simply lifts his hand to his lips and licks the come off his palm. Charles groans silently as he watches the man tease him further, laving at his skin like a cat with a bowl of cream. This carriage ride is going to be the death of him.