I Couldn't Save Jonathan

William leaned comfortably against Jonathan's shoulder, breathing him in as if it calmed him. He leaned down and kissed Jonathan's neck… another, longer and deeper—until he began to nibble gently, leaving a hickey.

"Ah—" Jonathan winced away from the sting.

William looked at him with a sly grin. "My Jonathan… want some more?"

Jonathan shoved at his chest, flushing. "No, stop that!"

Yet William leaned forward again, not yet done, his lips already near his skin.

Jonathan surprised him suddenly—he kissed William briefly on the lips, just enough to startle him. Then, his face flushed, he stood up quickly.

"I will go and make breakfast for you!" he cried, darting out of the room with a flaming face.

Down in the kitchen, Jonathan began preparing things while trying to calm himself down. His heart was still racing when Bretum, the family butler, came in. 

Bretum looked at Jonathan with a knowing smile. "You all right?"