Think of England

Got it? "

"You're right." Archie frowned.Now he must have a whole new understanding of people with reclining chairs at home.Daniel snickered, hoping he was thinking of an elder. "Uh, anyway, this, Daniel..."

Daniel looked at him, "What?"

An hour ago, Archie stepped into this room ignoring Daniel's objections. He obviously didn't know how his hopes and fears would be interpreted, but he seemed to be more determined because of this.Daniel was prepared for accusations and disputes, but Archie's sincerity knocked down the barriers he had erected in the blink of an eye, leaving him helpless.

Of course, if he sincerely resisted, he couldn't be persuaded so easily.

He backed down on everything.He agreed to continue seeing each other, and even acquiesced to the crazy proposal of Archie and him as a partner, as if they hadn't screwed up a vote together, and then he knelt down, as if to prove with his body that he had no chance of winning, Can only surrender.He soothed Archie with his mouth, causing him to stagger onto the couch because there was only room for a few cheap pieces of furniture in the shabby little room; He needed to feel what it was like to be next to this strong, warm body again...

Now Archie was embarrassed, causing Daniel's heart to hang in his throat.

"Uh, that's it," Archie flinched with his usual frank expression.Daniel's chest tightened.Please don't it happen again, don't come all the way here and then do it again. "I, uh, look, Daniel, I bet you think I'm a fool—"

"Isn't it?" Daniel retorted.

Get ready, get ready.

"Let me finish. You know I have very little experience with this kind of man-to-man…" He gestured with a hand.And the other one, Daniel realized now, was placed on his back, as if the physical contact between the two was justified.How could he not notice it. "Anyway, I was stuck in Bigholm for days, answering the agents' questions over and over again. The other guests went home, and it was still raining heavily in the area, so I had to find some books. read."

"Read." Daniel confirmed to him.

"That's right. In fact, they have the unabridged version of Petonio. It's in English."

"Really?" Daniel propped himself up and looked at Archie's face, trying to find some clues. "You really surprised me. The Armstrongs too, I didn't expect their taste to be so comprehensive. I'm glad you did Read the book, my dear, but I don't quite understand what you're trying to say."

Archie blushed visibly. "I assume you've read it?"

"His book records the most depraved and depraved affairs in Rome. This kind of notorious pornography, of course I have read it."

"Well, I haven't read it before, and even now I find it very indecent. But..." Archie tightened his arms, "I did read it from cover to cover, because I had Just this book, and Fish Pond. I miss you so much, and I think, I don't know, I want to try. I want you to know that I tried, and I'm going to keep trying to... Know you, though I'm sure I can't do the Roman nonsense."

Daniel watched Archie's pale skin turn crimson, sending the obscene practices of the ancients to his feet like a gift to be unwrapped, he couldn't help biting his lower lip.

"I hope you're not laughing," said Archie, "I'm sure it's funny to you. But I don't—"

"I'm not laughing," Daniel said, struggling to breathe somehow, "I'm laughing at myself, but... I'm not laughing. I was writing a poem to you just now." The words came out of his mouth, and he immediately wanted to slap himself a slap.

Archie gaped. "You—give it to me? Can I see it?"

"No. I just started writing when you interrupted me."

"I'm sorry. No, I don't think I did anything wrong. You're writing me poetry." Archie smiled in disbelief. "You were so angry when I came to you and asked what I was doing here, But you're writing poetry? Writing poetry for me?"

Daniel blushed hotly. "It's not 'for' you," he muttered.

"But about me?"

"At best, I found inspiration from you. Shut up, Curtis."

"I won't let it go, you must show me."

"I'll show you that it's not playing the piano with the cow. I'll talk about it after I finish writing."

"But you'll write it down." Archie was confused and surprised, as if he couldn't believe he had received such an expensive gift.Daniel wants to treasure his expression at this moment forever. "I don't know what to say—oh, I know what to say."

"What?" Daniel asked, lost in Archie's sincere blue eyes.

"This." Archie pulled him over and kissed him.

He held Daniel's head tightly with both hands. Although the touch on both sides was not balanced because of the glove on one hand and the missing finger, Daniel almost felt pain.His kiss was full of energy, but it was more like giving than taking, like giving himself to Daniel involuntarily.When he backed away, his eyes were lost.

"Archie?"

"I just want to say, thank you for letting me in. No, I also want to say..." Archie sat up and picked up Daniel easily, as if his weight was not much less than a feather, and then Daniel sat half-sat He got on his leg, "We all feel the same, I still need a lot of practice."

"Practice what?" Daniel asked, and he was laid down on the other side of the recliner.They adjusted their positions awkwardly for a while, and finally Daniel was wide open and Archie knelt between his legs, his hands gently moving around his hips.

"Oh, this one, you're right."

"I thought Petonio would help a little," Archie said, staring intently at the task at hand. "Let me see how other people do things like this."

"I can borrow you all kinds of useful books—" Daniel was interrupted by his own gasp.

"I suppose so," grumbled Archie, "but I prefer to learn from experience."

Daniel had no intention of refusing.He closed his eyes, raised his head, grabbed Archie's thick blond hair, and murmured encouragement, and then Archie wrapped his mouth completely around him, making his muscles twitch. "That's right, like this, like this." Archie's movements became more and more determined, he tightened his firm lips, and his good hand carefully explored Daniel's legs, while the leather glove on the other side was warm. The heat was on Daniel's thigh, and Daniel moaned as Archie sucked harder. "My God! You're a quick learner."

"It's the teacher who taught me well," Archie replied inarticulately, and then dropped his head until Daniel grabbed his hair tightly with both hands and couldn't help pushing upwards; the moisture and heat in Archie's mouth became The center of the world, so that Daniel can no longer feel anything else.He whined loudly, but Archie ignored the warning, and his pleasure climbed to a peak, forcing him to make more urgent noises, and Archie grabbed his hips hard, making Daniel gasp and cry at the same time. Archie cummed in his mouth, and the pleasure was frighteningly intense.

Archie waited until Daniel relaxed before releasing the grip on him.He made a slightly panicked sound as he moved his mouth away.

"Spit it out," Daniel advised. "There's a cup over there."

Archie hurriedly got up and spat out what was in his mouth, and then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Damn it, I thought I'd do it right this time."

"Honey, you've done enough." Daniel hung half of his body on the edge of the recliner.He was still thinking about whether he had the strength to lie back, so Archie lay down on the floor casually.So Daniel simply slid down too, comfortably covering the burly British officer. "It's so comfortable, it's almost genius. I have to thank Petonio very much."

Archie grinned at him. "Worth another poem?"

"Certainly could write another doggerel."

"A limerick?"

"There is a young general named Archie," Daniel began. "Usually he walks straight, and after learning Latin tricks, he ate his roots—"

Archie slapped him. "If I were you, I wouldn't go on."

"What a bummer." But he couldn't think of another way to rhyme it. "Are you staying tonight?"

"Tonight? You mean to stay here? Is that okay?"

"Mrs. Buckswick will keep it secret, or she won't find out at all."

"That's--good. God, that's great." Archie smiled at him, the kind of big, silly smile that makes anyone watching laugh, and it's obvious that its owner can't hide it emotions, but Daniel guessed that his own expression was probably not far off. "Of course, the premise is that you don't have to be busy writing. I don't want to disturb you."

Daniel waved lazily, "I bet the Muse wouldn't mind if I missed a night."

He's going to have to rethink the poetic form anyway, Daniel thought.That's when Archie leaned in and kissed him, that funny smile still on his face in disbelief.God knows what poems he'll end up writing, or what their future holds, or what their partnership will bring to the organization and themselves.

As long as Archie's lips are still on top of his and fingers are in his hair, it doesn't matter.All he needed to know at this moment was that...he didn't have to write any dirges.

At least not today.

-The End-

[1] From the ancient English poem "Wulf and Eadwacer" (Wulf and Eadwacer).

[2] This should refer to "The Satyricon" (The Satyricon) written by the ancient Roman writer Petonio. The subject matter of the book includes Greek gods and immoral nobles, and presents the era of the Roman Empire through the adventures of male favorites of diverse styles.

About the author

KJ Charles is a well-known British Tanmei writer, known for his antiquity, and his famous works "A Charm of Magpies" series are magical fantasy novels under the background of the Victorian era. Teacher KJ is not only excellent in writing, but also good at using stories to point out current problems. His works have a strong social class atmosphere and multicultural tolerance. He is a profound genre literature author.