Hung Royals

05/01/1820

The next morning Wilhelm, Simon and I set out for the maze. Before reaching the entrance, we skirted around the edge of it for what seemed like hours.

"Are you sure this is even the maze?" Wilhelm asked "perhaps this just marks the edge of the grounds or something..."

"I promise you; this is the maze." Simon said with conviction. "I've been here before, remember?"

Eventually we came across the entrance; an opening between two huge oak trees, surrounded on either side by the seemingly never-ending row of bushes. I reached out a hand and placed it on the mottled bark.

"This maze must have been here for years..." I mused.

"Last one to the centre is the court jester!" Simon yelled, startling a bird from one of the trees, and he sprinted off into the maze, taking a left.

I turned to Wilhelm, who was feigning exasperation. "What a fool" he smirked.

I laughed at him and planted a kiss on his cheek before following Simon into the maze and heading right.

~~~

For a while I traipsed quietly down row after row of foliaged corridors, stopping intermittently to listen to birdsong or admire statues that I found in dead ends.

As I approached a corner, I heard breathing on the other side of the bushes and covered my mouth to stifle my giggles. I tiptoed to the end of the row and then stepped out, ready to shout 'hah!' but instead of moulding around the word, my mouth fell open and my breath caught in my lungs.

Wilhelm and Simon stood before me, glued together at the lips. The fingers of Wilhelm's left hand were weaved into the back of Simon's thick curls while Simon's hands clasped the material of Wilhem's jacket, binding them together. I watched them silently as their mouths pressed against each other, finally understanding the inner desires that my unconscious had attempted to make clear to me through the medium of my dreams... I wanted Wilhelm... and I wanted Simon, and not only did I want both of them, but I wanted them to want each other... and I wanted them to want me.

They broke away from each other, saliva sparkling on their lips, eyes flickering open fiercely, as if they were trying to understand what had just happened. Wilhelm was the first to notice me in his periphery and he whorled around, tearing himself free of Simon's grasp.

"Evelyn-" he begged, taking a step towards me. I took an inadvertent step back. Behind him, Simon raised his palm to his wet mouth in shame. "Evelyn, please, I... I don't know why I did that-"

"Don't stop" I instructed him in a quiet voice. Confusion knotted my eyebrows together as I processed what I was asking him to do. "I don't... I don't want you to stop."

I beckoned to Simon who approached us, evidence of inner turmoil strewn across his perfect features. I placed one hand around the back of his neck and the other around the back of Wilhelm's and guided them together until their foreheads touched. Gently, I pressed my lips first to Wilhelm's cheekbone and then to Simon's.

"Now, take me to bed" I whispered, "both of you."

~~~

Their flat, bare chests glowed up at me in the afternoon daylight that permeated through the half-closed curtains. I lay with my head propped on my hand in the comfort of my four-poster bed, once again stripped to my corset and underslip.

I gently placed my fingertips in the crater between Simon's defined collar bones and drew them slowly down between his pectoral and abdominal muscles towards his navel. Upon reaching the smattering of hairs between his navel and his boxer shorts, I stopped as his whole body quivered. He pushed his head back into the pillows and took his voluptuous lower lip between his teeth, sucking air in around it and letting it out in a deep groan. Wilhelm reached over Simon's body and placed his hand on my cheek, grazing his thumb lightly over my lips and studying my face nervously.