our love blooms (like flowers in the spring)

neither do i

Jack breathes into a neck. The air feels hot, and it is complicated to breathe. His lips press against the sensitive flesh and kiss it greedily. "My goodness, you're heavenly, my love." He mutters against the junction between the neck and the shoulder.

His mouth aches for more. He groans when his mouth explores more skin. It is too much, yet not enough at the same time. His hands grasp soft skin. He feels an intense smell of violets. His lips touch the harsh bones that are clavicles, and his eyes roll back. Was this heaven?

He pauses to look at the person he is kissing. His eyes open, and he is faced with his ceiling.

Jack sits up on the bed and lifts his covers. His eyes widen. He lowers the covers once more. The Viscount slowly lays back on his bed. The sun was yet to rise, and he was awakened.

It has been like this for three weeks. He usually wakes up in the morning in such a state, but in the middle of the night? It was getting ridiculous.

Jack painstakingly gets out of bed and puts on some clothes. He checks his pocket watch. Four in the morning.

He sighs and heads outside. It was cold. He could still see his breath. Nevertheless, Jack walked to his destination, adjusting his pants several times.

After twenty tortuous minutes of walking, he reached his destination.

There are quite rare things that happen twice in a lifetime. Lightening striking two times in the same place. A double rainbow. Jack Avery is going to a brothel.

He headed to the reception.

"My lord, how may we help you?"

"Good morning. I want Cherry. Specifically Cherry."

"Follow me, my lord."

Jack tries his best to walk normally as he is being led to a room. "Three shillings for the lady, do not forget."

He nods and enters the room.

Gabriela looks over her shoulder as she makes the bed. "Jack?"

The Viscount closes the door. "You must help me." He uncovers his front.

She looks down, and her eyes widen.

"I have been having... dreams of him. I do not know what to do."

"Have you ever... pleasured yourself, Jack?" She questions.

He shakes his head. "You must help me. N-Not directly." Jack lowers his head. "I feel pathetic."

Gabriela sits on the bed. "It is normal for men to touch themselves. You can only lay with your beloved if you know your own body."

"I have willed it the other times away. This one is hurting a lot." He confesses as he covers himself with his hands.

She clears her throat. "It is simple. All you have to do is... imitate the movement of sex with your hand."

He nods slowly. "I will try it at home." He confirms. He takes a deep breath."Before I try anything else-how do two men..." he trails off, struggling to find a proper word.

"Fornicate?"

He swallows in dry. "Yes."

"I have been asking around to some of my friends. It requires a lot of oil-not cooking oil." They two chuckle.

"But what happens per se?"

She raises her eyebrows. "It is a bit like a man and a woman fornicating. A man sticks his... thing in the other man."

"But where?" His eyes widen. "Up the...buttocks?"

She nods. "Apparently, it is pleasurable for you men."