A Misinterpreted Handkerchief

He frowned, but slowly did as he was told. Obviously taking his time before he touched Eadric. This amount of contact wasn't so bad, but it just felt so...foreign. Weird. Stranger than normal.

He let out a small noise.

"Go on, a little faster--you've done this to yourself before, haven't you?"

He jumped when Eadric made a noise, and then felt silly for it. God, he just wanted this to be over.

"...Of course." He fibbed again. He was sure Eadric knew he was lying. It was so obvious...

"I suppose I can't touch you," he chuckled softly, laying on his back. "It's a shame--you're quite the specimen."

Wilhelm ended up having to readjust his position so that he could still touch Eadric without twisting his arm off. So he crawled partially on top of him, even if he didn't want to.

"I know." He replied, not bothering to hide his big, doofy proud smile. "It's not your fault."

Eadric gave him a confused look, panting softly.

"...You are a strange one, Kaiser. Sometime you will have to explain to me your thought process."

"It's mostly...complicated. If, you are referring to my sensitivity to being touched." He replied carefully. "It is...not something I usually discuss. I would tell you, but I'm afraid you would find it rather mood killing."

He made another embarrassing noise; his ears reddened.

"...Perhaps afterward," he mumbled, quickly growing breathless.

Wilhelm looked somewhat amused, which surprised him. It wasn't as if he was enjoying himself, not really. But Eadric was kind of cute like this. All red faced and not so pushy. He was still gorgeous, too. He couldn't believe he was honestly thinking the way he was, either. He had never liked women, sure, but men? Apparently it worked for Eadric.

Eadric didn't talk much, except to say the occasional "faster". When he finally came, he restrained himself from making much noise. He sat up, examining the white mess on his thighs.

"...Thank you," he said, struggling to regain his breath. "I...I needed that."

Wilhelm moved away from him, somewhat unsure of what to do or say.

"Yes, well..." He tried to think. "...I should get dressed."

So smooth.

He nodded, ignoring the customary feeling of shame that was settling over him.

"...Can you fetch me a towel? I would like to clean up."

He nodded. "Of course."

He stood up and grabbed his clothes, redressing himself as he walked into his closet. He retrieved a towel and handed it to Eadric, smiling slightly.

Then, he went about getting dressed up again. Though, he was slightly distracted.

Eadric neatly wiped off his legs, awkwardly folding the towel and setting it back on the bed when he was done. He dressed quickly and neatly; it was hard to tell he had ever taken off his clothes.

"Now. I must thank you, Kaiser--I hope this doesn't hurt our friendship in any way?"

He turned back to face Eadric, still adjusting his medals and making sure his outfit was entirely in place. It would probably take a while.

"No, it is perfectly intact." He said, smiling. "We should sign that treaty."

"Yes, agreed. What room should we adjourn to?" He straightened one of the medals on Wilhelm's coat with a light touch.

He watched him, resisting the urge to smack away his hand. This time, it wasn't even because Eadric had touched him, it was because he had touched his medals. What kind of man messes with a dude's medals?!

"Follow me." He replied, heading down the hallway.

Eadric followed him, keeping exactly a foot behind at all times. His heels clacked loudly on the floor.

"Do you enjoy living in this castle?" he asked out of the blue, glancing around.

"Hm?" He looked back, a bit puzzled. "Of course I do. I rarely leave, though. As a kid, I tried every day until I succeeded. I haven't bothered since."

"Why don't you leave?" he asked, surprised. "How can you understand your nation from behind stone walls?..."

"I...do not like being outside these walls. From inside, I can see everything I need to." He replied simply. "I prefer to be in a familiar place, where I know where everything is.

He shook his head.

"I disagree, but will not argue for the sake of diplomacy," he said bluntly. "I myself make a point of regularly mingling among my people." By mingling among his people, he meant initiating random rendezvous with London's underground gay community. But the details weren't important.

"I have my reasons, as I'm sure you have yours. I should, as you say, mingle more. But I find it difficult." He admitted. "It is much less important in my kingdom than most, however, as we must cater to the military class more than other nations. Keeping them happy is far more important."

"You don't love all your people?" he asked, though his tone was more curious than accusing.

"Oh, is that what I sounded like?" He looked surprise. "No, that is not what I meant. I love all of my people, this is true, but I cannot lie and say I love them all equally. The lower class, the commoners and the workers, are important. The military class is far more important, however. In my opinion, of course."