Royally Screwed - Lynn Van Dorn Page 0,10

hand.

But Angelo wasn't gay and Yuri was only an obligation he was stuck with, and it didn't mean a damn thing.

Angelo spanked Yuri with his bare hand, over and over, pausing sometimes to rest, but stopping entirely only after the prince began to sob. The flesh under Angelo's hand was bright red and burning hot to the touch.

“Better?” Angelo asked.

Hiccupping through his tears, Yuri nodded.

“Good. Go lie down.”

After Yuri peeled himself off Angelo's lap and lay down on the bed, Angelo went to his dresser and got the cream he'd bought just for this reason. Yuri didn't always need this, but today it had taken a long time for Yuri to break. His delicate skin would need care. Angelo had learned that the hard way early on.

Stretched out on the bed face down with his jeans still around his ankles, Yuri snuffled into Angelo's pillow. When Angelo started to rub the thick, healing cream into Yuri's reddened flesh, Yuri sighed with contentment.

At times like these, with a soft and sweet Yuri under his hands, Angelo felt like they were almost… well, not friends, exactly, but something. This Yuri wouldn't be too horrible to marry. Well, if Angelo was gay, which he certainly wasn't. Or if Yuri was a girl, which he definitely wasn't.

Angelo pushed the stray thought out of his mind and listened while Yuri confessed that he was terrified he'd fail maths.

One honey colored lock of hair fell over Yuri's tear-reddened eyes. Angelo brushed it back. “Rest for a while. Take a nap. And when you wake up, I'll help you study. But only if you test me in history.”

Yuri relaxed further until he was nearly a liquid. “'kay,” he whispered, then closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

5

Yuri Pines for What He Cannot Have

Yuri joined Jacki at an Oxford coffee shop, sitting at her table. She had a mug of something chocolaty in front of her and a half-eaten raspberry tart. In front of him was a cooling cappuccino. Yuri lifted it and took a deep sip. No longer hot, but it was still delicious.

“Sorry I'm late,” he said. “Thanks for the drink.”

Jacki sniffed. “It would've been hot if you'd gotten here on time. Isn't that supposed to be the job of that valet of yours? To make sure you aren't late for shit?”

“It's not like he lives with me, or like I even see him all that often. He nags by text, though. He's gotten really good at it.”

“But somehow you still showed up late,” Jacki tsked.

“Simon and I were having a… discussion, back in his room. I had a hard time getting away from him.”

“I bet. What do you see in him, anyway? He's kind of an idiot.”

“I see his arse. His fantastic, bitable arse.” Yuri took another sip of his coffee then added, “He’s also got a huge dick and he knows how to use it.”

Jacki grunted in disgust. “He’s one big giant dick, all right. I hope the sex is worth it.”

Yuri smiled at her and winked. He didn’t want to lie to her, because in truth, the sex was kind of disappointing.

After spending their whole lives together thus far, he and Angelo had finally separated—Angelo to Oxford’s Keble College, and Yuri to St. John’s. For two years they’d lived different lives, in different houses, where they ate in different halls, and saw each other rarely. It wasn’t as if they’d ever had an official relationship in the first place, but after coming to Oxford, the unspoken bonds between them were severed. One day, Yuri knew, they’d have to get married and at least pretend to be in love, but that wouldn’t be for a long, long time. Not before they’d finished schooling and become officially engaged, at least. Until then, they were both free to do as they liked. And who they liked.

Which for Yuri had meant trying to replace the Angelo-shaped gap with an economics major and rugby player named Simon.

He was intelligent, handsome, and best of all, gay. And at first the sex had been really good. Yuri turned out to love giving and receiving blow jobs every bit as much as he’d thought he would. That part was great. Then Simon had talked him into anal, and that had not gone quite as well.

It hurt at first. Yuri had expected that. He’d been sticking toys up his arse for years, though, and thought he had a pretty good idea of how it would feel. In the end, though, it