Page 14 of Club Royal: Calendar Collection

Douglas

“This truly doesn’t feel right,” Mav said, squinting up at the snow-capped mountains.

Douglas chuckled. “I know, but it’s still a beautiful sight.”

He inhaled the crisp winter air, unable to stop his smile despite being dressed in a thick parka jacket, woolly hat, winter boots and gloves.

He was bloody freezing, but the view was impressive, to say the least. They were visiting the Blue Mountain area in New South Wales in Australia, and whereas they were used to warmer temperatures in the middle of July, they were back to their winter temps for the duration of their four-week trip.

Not only that, but they were just about to enter the Yulefest, an event put on to celebrate Christmas, even though it was another six months away. The event wouldn’t have been complete without mulled wine, log fires and gifts.

Despite the shock of not only the temperature change but also stepping back into Christmas, Douglas loved it, but then he loved Christmas, too.

“It is beautiful,” Mav said. He rubbed his hands together. “I just wish it was a little warmer. It’s July! It should be sun and sand, not snow and ice. It’s messing with my brain.”

Douglas slid his arm around his shoulders, wishing he could snuggle closer, but their coats stopped that. “And we can’t have that, can we? We need that brain of yours.”

Mav smirked. “We do, do we?”

“Sorry, I do.”

Mav dropped a smiling kiss to his lips. “No, you were right the first time. I know you come with the full family package, and if I minded, we wouldn’t be here.”

Douglas hadn’t thought his heart could take anymore, but it filled further, the love he felt for this man growing every single day.

“We only have two nights left here and we still haven’t bought any gifts,” he said, instead of dropping to his knees and showing Mav exactly how much he loved him.

Mav rolled his eyes. “Do we really need to take gifts back?”

Douglas raised his eyebrows. “Okay. Just imagine saying that to George. What would his answer be?”

Sighing, Mav shook his head. “I guess we’re taking gifts back.”

“Exactly.”

They wandered through the holly berry-decorated arch and into a winter wonderland—which had nothing to do with the snow-laded ground. All around them were festive decorations, lights and trees, and tables full of food. It was a bigger festivity than some events in the UK.

Douglas glanced over his shoulder. “How are you holding up, Eric?”

He could barely see Eric’s eyes from behind his outfit, the Russian ushanka he wore tight around his face and a lower face mask concealing his mouth and nose.

Although none of them were a fan of winter, Eric’s hatred took a whole new spin on things.

Why he’d agreed to come with them was beyond Douglas’s understanding.

Eric hummed, but his eyes showed his unhappiness, as did his silence. Douglas’s mouth twitched, but he said nothing, facing forward and following Mav. They had a job to do, after all.

Two hours later, they finally made their escape and climbed into the car that had been sent for them.

Luckily for them all, they were staying in a fully central heated house where they could get warm and stay that way.

At least until their next journey, which, if he had his way, would be when they left for the airport in two days.

He’d experienced enough of winter in July right then, and Mav echoed his thoughts when they arrived at their pseudo-home.

Their guards checked through the place before they bid them goodnight, and Douglas caught Eric’s arm before he left. “You might want earplugs tonight.”

Eric stopped his smile before it could fully emerge, but he nodded. “It’s a nightly occurrence, Your Highness. We automatically use them around royalty. Now.”

Douglas grinned. He knew full well that they would never use them when they were in charge of protecting them, but on their off-duty times, like tonight when the other guards took over, they would gratefully shove their heads into anything to stop them from hearing what they got up to.

And Douglas had plenty of plans for that night.

As Eric disappeared around the corner of the hallway, Douglas slipped his arms around Mav and pressed his lips against his neck. Mav’s hands covered his own, and he sighed against his skin.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“And I love you,” Mav replied.

Mav spun in the circle of his arms, and Douglas took his mouth.

He never tired of his taste, and as his tongue licked inside, his heart pounded a fast tattoo.

He needed him with a desire that never abated, only eased when they were in public.

He grazed his teeth over Mav’s bottom lip, giving into the other need to provide a variety of sensations for him to experience.

Mav’s breath hitched, and Douglas slid his fingers to his nape, holding him closer, leading him where he wanted him to go.

Mav’s fingers dug into his back as he tried to get closer, their legs tangling.

Douglas stopped them from tumbling into the wall and, instead, used the momentum to guide Mav to their room.

Having to stop kissing him so they could climb the stairs, they raced up them and behind closed doors before Douglas took control again.

He grabbed Mav’s hands and pulled him to the bed, pausing beside it.

He unfastened the buttons of Mav’s shirt, pushing it from his shoulders when he was done.

Then he watched as he let his fingertips brush against Mav’s skin, up his forearm, over his biceps, across his collarbone and up his neck until he cupped his jaw.

The other hand trailed across his stomach, chest and neck, joining the other on the opposite side of his face.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered.

Heat bloomed beneath his palms, and he lowered his head, taking Mav in a harder, deeper kiss that sent his head spinning, his lungs screaming, and his dick aching. But then, that was a regular occurrence around his husband.

“I want to try something new,” he said. “You up for it?”

Mav smiled. “Even though I have no idea what it might be, you know I trust you. So yes, I’m up for it.” He glanced down at his tented trousers. “In more ways than one.”

“I can help with that.”

Douglas stepped to the side and then behind him, his hands touching him all the time, smoothing across his back and around his waist to the button. His lips found his neck as his finger deftly opened and pushed down his trousers and boxers, freeing him to the room.

“Beautiful,” he breathed as he watched over Mav’s shoulder. “Already weeping for me.”

“Always.” Mav rested his head back against him. Douglas wrapped his hand around Mav’s cock, stroking to the tip and back down again. “Just you touching me has me on the edge already.”

“Don’t forget to ask before you come.”

“Yes, Sir,” he breathed.

Douglas continued the stroking, not enough to send him over, but enough to keep him there.

He fumbled with his own trousers, ripping the fastenings apart and shoving them down.

As his cock pressed against Mav’s ass, Douglas barely withheld his groan, but he closed his eyes and soaked in the moment.

He’d never get enough of being able to touch Mav like that.

After another deep inhale, he reached for the lube he’d stashed in the bedside drawer.

“You need to spread your legs as far as you can for the moment.”

Mav shuffled his feet apart, and Douglas reluctantly let go of his shaft. He lubed his fingers and then returned to his dick again, while his lubed hand slid between Mav’s legs. He lowered his mouth to Mav’s ear.

“I want our releases to mix when we come, but tell me if it’s too sore this way.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Douglas lubed his cock as well and then slid it between Mav’s legs. “Slide your legs closed again. Tighten around me.”

Mav did, and it was exquisite torture even before he started to move.

The lube helped the way, and soon he was thrusting in time with his hand on Mav’s dick.

The sounds coming from Mav’s mouth were pornographic, and he loved them.

It took a lot for Mav to lose control sometimes, but Douglas knew all his trigger points now, and he used them without regret.

Mav sank his teeth into his lip, eyes closing as if the sight was too much for him to handle. As Douglas neared the edge himself, he pumped Mav faster, using the fingers of his free hand to flick his nipples. Mav moaned, reaching back to grip Douglas’s hips.

“Sir, please!”

“Hold a little longer. You can do it.” He wasn’t sure he could, but he had to.

He panted into Mav’s neck, adding an extra twist to Mav’s head.

“Oh, shit! Please, can I come?” Mav’s voice strained, his neck muscles stretching as he withheld himself. He was beautiful.

“Come.”

Mav tightened like a bow and then convulsions wracked his body, sending Douglas over the edge as well, and, as he’d wanted, their come mixed when Douglas cupped his hand to catch them. He let go of Mav’s cock when his husband’s body sagged, keeping his arm around his waist.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You always make me come so hard I see stars.”

Douglas chuckled. “The night is young. Maybe we’ll see more tonight.”

****

“What’s the best shop around to get gifts?” Douglas asked Adam, the person who had stuck with them through their entire stay, as they packed their suitcases. “The plane doesn’t leave until six this afternoon. We have time.”

“But do we have space?” Mav said. “With the number of people we’d need gifts for, we’d need a separate plane.”

Douglas laughed. “Probably. But maybe we can keep each gift small. Something with an Australian…bite to it.”

Mav glared at him. “There are enough creepy crawlers here, please make sure we don’t take any home with us.”