“Say, Jaime,” Gaspar ran his hand through his hair, “you talk to Simón, uh, intimately, don’t you?” Jaime was eating from a deer from that day’s hunt. He wiped the sauce from his face, “Intimately? Like sex or as close friends? Be clear.” “About sex...” Gaspar’s face was red and he darted his eyes away. “You know you’re cute when you’re shy, Sir.” Jaime teased. “Are you wondering what our dear Simón talks about concerning you?” Gaspar laid his hand over Jaime’s hand, he squeezed slightly. “Please tell me, does Simón ... like me?” Jaime laughed and took his hand away. He drank from his water and reached for the vegetables in white sauce. “Surely you’re joking?” “I know but I think he does like me.” “Of course he likes you,” Jaime said in a whisper, “Simón has loved you since you were boys. Have you not known?” Gaspar’s red face seemed to grow more intense as he became even more flustered, “H-he’s just my friend.” Gaspar finished his cup of water. “You really never knew?” Jaime stifled his laughs. “You are sure one sweet man.” “I knew he liked men... but I thought he liked other men like you or Louis.” Gaspar hid behind his hand. “Why would he never tell me he liked me in such a way?” Jaime couldn’t hold his laughs in any longer. He finished his meal and wiped his hands before putting his gloves back on. The two men walked out of the dining room that was filled with a couple dozens of people eating dinner with Louis and Simón. They retired to a private room and removed their coats as they sat on the sofa together. Gaspar poured a couple of glasses of brandy. Jaime removed his shoes and pulled his legs onto the sofa. “Why do you care if Simón likes you romantically? You’re not interested in him right?” Gaspar inhaled the sweet smells of the liquor. “No, I don’t like men at all.” He sipped it, “I...” Jaime put his hand on Gaspar’s thigh, “Did he confess to you or something?” He blushed, “No, I...” Gaspar couldn’t seem to get the words out. “I spied him doing indecent things.” “I thought the two of you messed around?” Jaime looked puzzled, he drank his cup easily and fast. Before Gaspar could deny the allegations, Jaime added, “Simón tells me about the times you two drink and masturbate together.” “Yes.” Gaspar blushed. “I just want him to be happy, and he likes... doing that.” “With you.” Jaime smiled. “He only reserves such kindness for you. He’s much rougher and to the point with others.” Jaime licked his lips slightly. “So what did you see him doing that was so indecent? More indecent that spitting in your friend’s mouth and choking him?” Gaspar couldn’t grow redder. He wanted to sink into his clothes and disappear. “I saw him and Rosa.” “Ooh?” “And Rosa had ... turned into me.” Gaspar choked on his words. “Oh, that’s interesting.” Jaime poured more brandy. “I want to hear it all, sir.” “It was disturbing...!” Gaspar raised his voice slightly, “I-I couldn’t approach him afterward.” Gaspar revisited the event. The guards were stationed at a far reach of the apartments, near the stairs. The doors were normally unlocked and today was no different. Strained grunts and immoderate moans filled the air. It smelled like sweet almond oil and sweat. The duke’s bed screamed in pleasure. Gaspar had just gotten off from his duties and he had in tow some fine rums for his friend. He had suspected the excitement was some boys or hopefully a girl from the court. He was at the door when he heard his name being called. He peeked through the opened door. Gaspar saw himself. His arms were tied above his head and he was covered in oil. Between his legs was his friend Simón. Simón was thrusting into him calling his name. His friend leaned down, taking his lips and tongue. They kissed fervidly, moaning loudly and exchanging ‘I love you’. Simón pulled out from him, pouring more oil over his hand as he rubbed himself and reinserted his cock. Gaspar screamed sweetly, his voice had a romantic ring to it. He loved every inch of it. Simón pushed it all in. Simón rubbed down his body, caressing the strong muscled man. He pushed his hand into the brunet forest of pubic hair and mixed the oil and sweat as he raked through it. Simón kissed and licked along the long thick legs and sucked and bit into the strong calves enough to elicit horny grunts from him. Simón wrapped his fingers between the nude toes and pushed Gaspar’s leg, bringing the foot to his face. Simón’s tongue wrapped around and between the man’s large foot, he inhaled the scent and licked along the prominent bones in the foot. Simón had a sense of lust and dominance on his face as he slowly fucked Gaspar. He moaned his name, kissed every inch of his body, and caressed him as Simón professed his love. “Wow! That’s amazing, you let him touch you so gently?” Jaime was nearly finished with the bottle of brandy. He had switched from French to his native Spanish. He only slightly slurred his words. “No, no, not me. He was fucking Rosa who had become me.” Gaspar rubbed his face massaging his cheeks as he became frustrated. He took Jaime’s glass which was the last of his brandy. “So anyway...” Simón’s moans grew louder. He moved down to kiss the imposter deeply. He took all the drool Gaspar had to give him and swallowed it happily. Simón unexpectedly pulled out from him and began untying Gaspar’s hands. The imposter cracked his knuckles against his jaw and stretched his arms. It seems he had been in that position for a while. Simón in turn laid on the bed. He beckoned to Gaspar. Gaspar climbed onto Simón’s lap and sat proudly. Simón’s cock slipped in easily after another application of oil. He let out a strong gasp as he took it down to the base and rose back up. Simón held him at the hips. He squeezed his hips with such force Gaspar flinched at it. Simón was able to effortlessly use him. The two men moaned and kissed more. Simón brought his hand to Gaspar’s red, panting face. He stroked through the short brown hair, grabbing the hair on back of his head. He pulled a little and then let go. He laid another kiss on his tongue, swallowing more musty drool. As Gaspar rode more aggressively, Simón’s head flew back into the pillows. He moaned deeply, his legs struggling to stay still as he tried pushing further into Gaspar. Simón outstretched his hand, stroking and pulling Gaspar’s oily chest hair, keeping him at a distance as he worked on top of Simón. He kept grinding deeply as Simón released inside him. Once fully filled, he slid off of Simón. He quickly changed back to himself. The tall dark skinned wolf Rosa. He gathered his dirty hair into a loose bun and tied his hair into itself. Gaspar’s heart raced. He watched them do it to completion. He watched the straight faced Rosa approach the door. Gaspar dropped the bottles of rum on the floor gently and walked away. His insides felt weak and his stomach churned. Rosa took the bottles into the room and closed the door as he watched Gaspar walk away. Jaime laughed boisterously. He held his face and threw himself back. “YOU LEFT THE BOTTLES?” Gaspar stammered, “I-I didn’t know what to do. I was in shock!” “If it was me, I’d feel honored.” Jaime wiped the tears from his face. “It’s sickening... I don’t even know how to feel about my friend. Does he see me like that?” Gaspar felt as weak in the stomach as he did that night. “Simón obviously said he loved you. Repeatedly at that.” Jaime chuckled and gave a smug face, “It’s just a fantasy he has, I’m sure. That’s why he had Rosa.” “I don’t know if Rosa’s involvement changes things...” “He could’ve held you down and did it with the real thing, but he used Rosa. Probably to blow off steam.” Jaime patted Gaspar’s back. “I wouldn’t worry about your relationship with Simón.” “I shouldn’t?” “No, Simón knows too well that you will forever be a friend to him, but he can’t erase the feelings he has for you. He’s afraid of losing you, Sir, so he finds other outlets for his lust.” Jaime almost didn’t sound drunk.