Page 54 of The Labours of Lord Perry Cavendish

Thank you for your letter, which I must say was uncharacteristically sentimental. I don’t mind telling you that I shed a tear or two when I read the part about how much you miss me (and who can blame you?) but you need not worry. Unlike Jasper and Sam, Peregrine and I have every intention of returning to England at the end of the year. For now, though, we are making the most of every minute of our time here. We plan to spend another full month here in Florence before we go on to Rome, and I am immersing myself in all the wonders.

You should see Peregrine now. He adores these sunny climes—he and Sam are forever out exploring. He looks more like Hercules than ever, with that dark hair of his and his skin all sun-burnished—not like me. I am getting sadly freckled. I will have to start bathing my hands in goat’s milk or some such thing.

The work is going well. I finished the fifth of the Twelve Labours last week (the cleaning of the Augean Stables if you’re interested. Don’t worry, there is no dung! I have Peregrine heaving up a giant boulder to redirect the river. He looks very pretty indeed).

Can you believe my ambition, my dear? Twelve paintings in all! We are taking a break before we launch into number six, though (the Stymphalian birds, if you must know). Peregrine must get some respite from posing for me, especially with all the testing positions I put him in…

I hope to complete the set here in Italy, but even if there are still some to be completed when we return to England, I warn you now: I am determined to paint Lysander as Narcissus, once and for all. I promised you I would immortalise your golden youth, and I am bound and determined to keep my vow. This time, though, we will do the work over winter, so Lysander has no excuse to escape. And I shall have Peregrine with me, to entertain him with idle chit-chat when I am absorbed, so he won’t get too bored. And of course, you may also visit the Shepherd’s Hut—though not if you distract my model…

All of this is my very long-winded way of answering your question, my dear. In short, yes. We would love to come and visit you at Edgeley Park next year. You may expect us in January, and we intend to stay at least until that painting of Lysander is finished.

I hope all is well with you and your lovely—

“You’re up early. Who are you writing to?”

Jonny looked up from his letter to see Perry standing in the doorway, without a stitch on, having clearly come here straight from bed.

Jonny rose from his chair and crossed the room to greet his lover, lifting his face for Perry’s kiss. “Good morning,” he said happily.

Perry grinned down at him, eyes sparkling, then gave him what he wanted, pressing their lips together and sliding his tongue into Jonny’s mouth.

When he finally drew back, they were both breathing hard.

“Back to bed,” Jonny said. Then he blinked. “I mean, Adam—that is, I was writing to Adam.” He cleared his throat. “Can we go back to go to bed now?”

Perry chuckled. “Jasper and Sam will be here soon. Did you forget we’re driving out into the countryside this afternoon?”

“Not for another hour,” Jonny said, stroking Perry’s impressively hard cock. “That’s plenty of time.”

Perry whimpered. “It’s only three-quarters of an hour till they come. But it’ll have to do.”

With that, he hoisted Jonny over his shoulder, now shrieking with laughter, and carried him back to the sun-drenched bedchamber, where he set him back down on his feet.

Before Perry could say a word, Jonny dropped to his knees, pressed a reverent kiss to the tip of his hard cock, and took the whole length into his mouth, right to the back of his throat, moaning with pleasure as he did so.

Perry gasped, his hands moving to Jonny’s head, fingers tunnelling into his hair, cradling his head.

“Do you want me to spend in the next half minute?” he panted. “Because that’s what’s going to happen if you don’t slow down.”

Jonny pulled off him with a long, slow suck and sat back on his heels. “No,” he said, smiling. “I want you to last long enough to get inside me. After last night, it’s my turn to be fucked.”

“Ah,” Perry said, stroking his cheek. “I’m to be put to work, am I?”

“Oh yes,” Jonny agreed cheerfully, rising to his feet and taking Perry’s hand. Drawing him towards the bed.

“My love, your labours are only just beginning.”

The End.