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Chapter 13

Will’s face was expressionless.

“Certainly, sir. Would sir like me to hold his cock?”

Dearne gawped, and Will looked as though he had shocked himself.

“You utter bastard,” Dearne said, on a short laugh, although even that made him weak.

Will flushed a little and bent to fish under the bed until he emerged with a clean chamber pot. Dearne staggered to his feet and had to clutch the bedpost again, swaying badly, but then Will slid an arm around his waist to steady him. Dearne ignored the strongest urge to lay his head on the shoulder that presented itself beside him, and the depth of need shook him.

“Do you want me to hold it for you?”

Dearne shot him a look.

“The pot. I meant the pot.” Will sounded flustered now

Dearne assessed the likelihood of him falling if he let go of the bedpost and decided it was very strong.