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kat8cha"We can't." Liam said, his hands were wrapped around Break's wrists and he was tugging at Break's wrists in an attempt to make Break let go. Break's fingers were threaded in Liam's cravat. "Break." Liam hissed. "The duke is watching!" Over Break's shoulder Liam could see Duke Barma standing on the other side of the ballroom. Between the heavy velvet drapes, the potted plant, and the swirling dancers in between it should be pretty impossible to see anyone from across the room, but Duke Barma had picked a spot that provided him with the ability to stare *right into Liam's eyes*.
It was unnerving.
"I think we should," Break tugged at Liam's cravat and the bit of cloth transformed from its carefully bunched folds into a loose pile of fabric on the floor. "Because the duke is always watching."
Liam's breath hitched. It was true. If it wasn't Break popping out of broom closets while the duke was instructing Liam as to what duties he was expected to perform, it was the duke appearing around the corner after Break had pushed Liam up against a wall and was attempting to kiss him. If Liam did not know better he would assume that the two of them were conspiring to give him a heart attack, or competing to see who could get Liam to react the best.
…that second one could be possible.
"Xerxes Break!" At some point in Liam's mental wanderings Break had managed to get his shirt unstrong and loose enough that it fell around Liam's shoulders. Liam's suit jacket had already been pushed off. Liam struggled, and Break let him pull away. Hastily Liam tugged his shirt back into place.
Liam jolted when he felt hands settle on his shoulders. They were familiar hands, hands that had fallen onto his shoulders when he was a page in the Rainsworth house and had been accompanied by a voice whispering in his ear.
"Why don't we let Break do what he does best?" Which wasn't what he had whispered the first time, but it was obviously Duke Rufus Barma.
"What I do best?" Break questioned, and his hands were resting on Liam's chest now, like he couldn't let Rufus touch Liam if Break wasn't. Liam can't breath, not with two of the sexiest men in the country touching him. They may not be the most desired men, but that was because everyone thought Rufus Barma was a rotund old man, while everyone agreed that Break was insane and dangerous. "Is there a compliment in there, stupid duke?"
Barma's hands tightened on Liam's shoulders and Liam's heart thumped in double time.
"It was a slip of the tongue." Duke Barma slid Liam's shirt down his shoulders. Liam's fingers twitched, and then his hands, and he belatedly realized that his shirt was now ringing his wrists and waist.
"What a shame." Break stroked his thumbs over Liam's nipples while Rufus stroked his hands up and down Liam's back and bent his head forward to kiss at Liam's shoulders. "I' hope your tongue doesn't slip again."
Liam finally found his voice. "Could you not argue when I'm between you?!"
Rufus and Break both paused, and Liam suddenly felt like he was a very small mouse being eyed by two very large cats. Except the cats weren't looking at him so much as already touching him. Not only touching him, but touching him with their mouths. Liam's heart beat thundered into his ears and his breathing sounded loud enough to be heard by the dancers outside their little alcove.
"He's right." Break said cheerfully, and he kissed Liam. Break's kisses always made Liam dizzy and breathless. "We should put aside our differences for tonight."
Rufus' hands slid into the back of Liam's tight pants and groped the soft pale skin of Liam's ass. "For tonight."
Liam was not reassured. Especially not when Break sucked a hickey on one shoulder, and Rufus had to match it, or when one man had fingers pinching one nipple while the other man had to pinch the other. And the sensation of two people wrestling to get into his pants was not reassuring at all.
Liam couldn't complain though, all he could do manage was moans.
It was unnerving.
"I think we should," Break tugged at Liam's cravat and the bit of cloth transformed from its carefully bunched folds into a loose pile of fabric on the floor. "Because the duke is always watching."
Liam's breath hitched. It was true. If it wasn't Break popping out of broom closets while the duke was instructing Liam as to what duties he was expected to perform, it was the duke appearing around the corner after Break had pushed Liam up against a wall and was attempting to kiss him. If Liam did not know better he would assume that the two of them were conspiring to give him a heart attack, or competing to see who could get Liam to react the best.
…that second one could be possible.
"Xerxes Break!" At some point in Liam's mental wanderings Break had managed to get his shirt unstrong and loose enough that it fell around Liam's shoulders. Liam's suit jacket had already been pushed off. Liam struggled, and Break let him pull away. Hastily Liam tugged his shirt back into place.
Liam jolted when he felt hands settle on his shoulders. They were familiar hands, hands that had fallen onto his shoulders when he was a page in the Rainsworth house and had been accompanied by a voice whispering in his ear.
"Why don't we let Break do what he does best?" Which wasn't what he had whispered the first time, but it was obviously Duke Rufus Barma.
"What I do best?" Break questioned, and his hands were resting on Liam's chest now, like he couldn't let Rufus touch Liam if Break wasn't. Liam can't breath, not with two of the sexiest men in the country touching him. They may not be the most desired men, but that was because everyone thought Rufus Barma was a rotund old man, while everyone agreed that Break was insane and dangerous. "Is there a compliment in there, stupid duke?"
Barma's hands tightened on Liam's shoulders and Liam's heart thumped in double time.
"It was a slip of the tongue." Duke Barma slid Liam's shirt down his shoulders. Liam's fingers twitched, and then his hands, and he belatedly realized that his shirt was now ringing his wrists and waist.
"What a shame." Break stroked his thumbs over Liam's nipples while Rufus stroked his hands up and down Liam's back and bent his head forward to kiss at Liam's shoulders. "I' hope your tongue doesn't slip again."
Liam finally found his voice. "Could you not argue when I'm between you?!"
Rufus and Break both paused, and Liam suddenly felt like he was a very small mouse being eyed by two very large cats. Except the cats weren't looking at him so much as already touching him. Not only touching him, but touching him with their mouths. Liam's heart beat thundered into his ears and his breathing sounded loud enough to be heard by the dancers outside their little alcove.
"He's right." Break said cheerfully, and he kissed Liam. Break's kisses always made Liam dizzy and breathless. "We should put aside our differences for tonight."
Rufus' hands slid into the back of Liam's tight pants and groped the soft pale skin of Liam's ass. "For tonight."
Liam was not reassured. Especially not when Break sucked a hickey on one shoulder, and Rufus had to match it, or when one man had fingers pinching one nipple while the other man had to pinch the other. And the sensation of two people wrestling to get into his pants was not reassuring at all.
Liam couldn't complain though, all he could do manage was moans.
