Chapter 13
Danby Delights Part Three
“You know, if we stay in this pool much longer, we’ll look like shriveled up prunes,” Magnus chuckled, looking at his wrinkled fingertips.
“Magnus, you should probably eat something,” Klaus said as he got out of the pool and put on his robe.
“I plan on it,” Magnus assured him, grinning like a kid who knew the best secret ever. He picked up his goody bag - and robe that he didn’t put on – and started for their room.
“Dinner is cold, but the roast beef will still taste good,” Francois called over his shoulder, already heading toward the sitting room.
The cold night air made goosebumps pop out on Magnus’s wet skin as he hurried inside. Klaus started to follow, then stopped when he saw Magnus go into the bedroom and not the sitting room. Klaus’s mouth quirked into a sideways grin, while he wondered what Magnus was up to now.
Laying his robe over a chair and his bag on the floor by the bed, Magnus found a towel and dried himself off. Next, he struck a match and lit the candles in the sconces on the wall at each side of the bed, filling the room with a soft glow.
“A fire would be nice,” Magnus said, seeing Klaus come in and close the door. He lit his pipe, then tossed the box of matches to Klaus. Magnus stretched his naked body out on the bed. He laid on his back, inhaling deeply from his pipe, and watched Klaus light a fire in the brick and tile fireplace.
Still naked, Francois waited in the sitting room for a few minutes. The aroma of Magnus’s weed mixed with the smell of burning wood told him all he needed to know. He headed for the bedroom thinking - no fucking way was he letting Klaus have Magnus all to himself.
Francois stood in the doorway holding a newly opened bottle of champagne. Klaus was laying on his side, his head propped up with one hand, while the other was caressing Magnus’s body, as Magnus smoked his pipe. Francois bristled watching them. It seemed to him that Magnus was spending a lot more time with Klaus recently. It left Francois regretting that he let Magnus send that invitation to Klaus. This whole situation was getting on his damn nerves. There was no way in hell he was going all the way to Paris with Klaus tagging along.
Francois went to the bed and sat next to Magnus, resting his back against the headboard.
“Are you thirsty, love?” Francois asked sweetly, keeping his irritation in check.
Klaus glared at Francois.
“Oh, more champagne.” Magnus sat up as Klaus’s hand fell away from his body. Drinking from the bottle, he took several swallows and licked his lips. “I think I like this almost as much as my pipe.” Very buzzed, and very horny, Magnus was ready for the next round of his fantasy.
Magnus
handed the champagne to Francois and kissed him, softly, on the lips, saying,
“Now let’s have some more fun.”
Francois reached out to take Magnus by the waist, but Magnus had already turned and pushed Klaus down on his back. He straddled Klaus, sitting on his groin.
Klaus looked at Magnus with a half-lidded eye and smirked. “Another surprise, Magnus? As good as the last one?”
“Hm… I think you’ll like this even better,” Magnus leaned over Klaus’s chest to lick his nipples. He felt Klaus’s dick start to get hard, so he wiggled his hips, rubbing his own dick into Klaus.
Smiling, Klaus put his hands behind his head, ready to let Magnus do whatever he wanted. He knew Magnus wasn’t done for the night. He was just waiting to see what his horny beauty had in mind.
Reaching down to his bag, and dropping his pipe onto the rug, Magnus took out a bottle of mineral oil and a jar.
“Whatever’s in that jar, Magnus, I’m all yours,” Klaus said, his voice husky with the heat of anticipation.
Francois got on his knees and scooted close to Magnus, so they were eye to eye.
“Must be playtime,” Francois whispered, licking Magnus’s ear and down his neck, while his hand massaged Magnus’s ass. He slid a finger down the crack of Magnus’s butt, rubbing his smooth skin, causing Magnus to grind his hips even more.
Magnus opened the jar and let the dark, sweet contents drip over Klaus’s nipples, down Klaus’s stomach, and over Klaus’s now hard dick. It was an expensive, Belgium chocolate sauce that Magnus found irresistible. While Francois played with his ass, kissing and licking down his back, Magnus swirled his tongue over Klaus’s nipples, then licked and sucked his way down to Klaus’s dick. He teased the tip of Klaus’s dick with his tongue, then licked the chocolate down the length of his hard-on, and finally put all of Klaus’s dick in his mouth.
Moaning and writhing beneath Magnus, Klaus tangled his hands in Magnus’s hair while he thrust his hips up, burying his dick deeper into Magnus’s mouth.
Magnus hummed his moans as he bobbed his head up and down on Klaus. His own dick was hard and throbbing. He started stroking himself, but he wanted more. He tasted the precum as Klaus’s dick twitched in his mouth, and he knew Klaus was getting close to coming. Magnus pulled his mouth off, and Klaus groaned in protest.
“Just wait, Klaus, hang on for me. I promise you’ll like this,” Magnus said in a breathy voice. He opened the bottle of oil and doused his own dick and his fingers, then quickly shoved the bottle into Francois’ hand. Magnus inserted a finger into Klaus’s hole and worked it around, just as Francois did the same to his ass.
“You’re so fucking insatiable, Magnus. I love it,” Francois chuckled softly, while he prepared Magnus’s hole to take his cock.
Magnus scissored three fingers in Klaus’s ass, then lifted one leg over his shoulder. He positioned his dick at Klaus’s hole and pushed, slowly at first, then harder until he was all the way in. Klaus cried out and grabbed Magnus’s thighs with both his hands.
Francois pushed gently at Magnus’s waiting hole, then thrust hard, burying his cock up to his balls. Magnus grunted with pleasure as Francois pumped his cock in and out.
Klaus pulled on Magnus’s thighs to bury his dick deeper, as Magnus thrust in and out. “You got it, baby, that’s it,” Klaus panted each time Magnus hit his prostate. Magnus took hold of Klaus’s dick and stroked it in rhythm with his thrusts.
Magnus was so caught up in the heat of the moment, he was oblivious to everything except the burning desire coursing through his body.
Francois hit Magnus’s sweet spot time and again, while Magnus pounded Klaus.
“Fuck, you’re good, Magnus,” Francois cried out as he came.
“Klaus, I’m coming,” Magnus panted, sweat dripping down his chest.
“That’s good, baby. Let’s do it together,” Klaus felt Magnus’s release inside him and came all over his own stomach and Magnus’s hand, as he moaned a deep, guttural sound.
Magnus fell forward onto Klaus’s wet stomach as he pulled out. He grinned up at Klaus and gave him one, long lick across his stomach.
Klaus ran his fingers through Magnus’s damp hair, “I love you, baby. You can have me anytime.”
Magnus raised up and used the sheet to wipe his face off, then laid his head on Klaus’s shoulder. Klaus turned his head, smiling, and gave Magnus a tender kiss.
Francois got up and went to get some towels. He wiped himself off, looking at the two on the bed. Did he hear right? Did Klaus tell Magnus he loved him? They certainly looked like lovers, together in their afterglow. That thought made Francois uncomfortable deep in his chest, and his stomach clenched. Well, shit. What was he now, a third wheel? This wasn’t at all what he had planned. All he was able to think of now was that Klaus, the fucking idiot, was ruining everything.
“Here you go,” Francois said, forcing a smile he didn’t feel, and tossing a towel on the bed. “I’m going to dunk myself in the pool and then try some more of that roast beef,” Francois said, even though he didn’t think anyone was listening. He went to the wardrobe and picked out one of the robes the hotel provided, grabbed a clean towel and left the room.
“You know, Magnus, that does sound like a good idea,” Klaus said as he cleaned them both off. “Come on, let’s go.”
Klaus took Magnus by the hand, picked up their robes and a towel, and led him out to the pool.
They didn’t spend much time in the water, and there was very little conversation. For some reason it felt kind of awkward to Magnus, but he figured everyone was just tired and let it slide. They ate some of the roast beef – which was excellent – and some bread, then decided to get some sleep. It was around two in the morning when they went to lay down.
The bed was a huge mess, so they decided to lay on top of the bedspread and just use an extra blanket. Klaus added an extra log to the fireplace to keep the room warm. Magnus was in the middle of course, with Francois and Klaus cuddling him on each side. He gave them each a kiss goodnight and they all fell asleep within minutes.
Check-out time was noon, and they had slept until about nine. But they still had time to eat a big breakfast in the dining room, pay a visit to the barber for a shave, and then take a walk in the hotel gardens. Porters packed their things and loaded their carriage. Just before leaving they went back to the room, for their weapons and travel bags, where Thomas was waiting for them.
“I trust everything was to your liking, gentlemen,” Thomas smiled pleasantly.
“Everything was perfect, thank you,” Klaus assured him and handed him three gold coins for a tip.
“If you ever come back, Mr. Klaus, please ask for me,” Thomas said with a nod.
“I will certainly do that, Thomas. And this is for the porters and maids,” Klaus nodded back and gave Thomas a handful of gold coins.
As soon as his guests were gone, Thomas called for the four maids who were waiting in the hall.
“Alright, ladies, you know what to do. All the bedding gets discarded and replaced with new bedding, even the mattress if it’s soiled. The room must be spotless by three this afternoon when our next guests arrive. I’ll send some porters to clean the fireplace. Come see me for your tips when you’re done.” With that, Thomas left the room smiling to himself as he jingled the gold in his pocket. He really loved this job.
Joseph had the step stool in place and was holding the carriage door open when his employers came out of the hotel’s front doors. Magnus got in the carriage first and sat in his usual place. Klaus started to get in next, then paused.
“Joseph, is that a new suit?” Klaus asked.
“Yes, sir,” Joseph replied.
“Very nice. Did you enjoy yourself, Joseph?” Klaus continued.
“Oh yes, sir. Thank you for including me,” Joseph blushed with a big grin on his face.
“You’re very welcome,” Klaus chuckled and patted Joseph’s shoulder. “How far is the next town?”
“We should arrive in about four hours, sir,”
“Thank you, Joseph,” Klaus removed his hat, got in the carriage and sat next to Magnus.
Francois didn’t even bother to try and sit next to Magnus. The picture of the two of them, laying together like lovers, kept playing over and over in his mind. It left him with a deflated feeling that he wasn’t able to shake off. Oh, fucking hell. He still had some whiskey left for the ride. But, come to think of it, Klaus still had half a bottle of rum left. That was another thing he noticed. Klaus wasn’t getting drunk all the time, and that was totally out of character for Klaus. Maybe the fucking bastard really was in love with Magnus. Then, again, when Klaus said he loved Magnus, Magnus didn’t say it back.
As the carriage pulled out onto the main road, Francois got out his whiskey and took a long drink. That’s right, he thought to himself. Magnus didn’t say it back. There was still hope for this trip.
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