Chapter 36: Chapter 36

"Please ask the maids to prepare two sets for dinner downstairs," Callum said.

The butler nodded.

"Are you expecting guests, My Lord?"

"No, it's for me and Oliver. "

The man and Oliver exchanged a look, but the servant acknowledged them only with a

"Very well, Sir. " and went away.

"I can't have dinner with you."

"I don't see why not.”

“You do. “

“It's only the two of us here today. Or do you prefer to dine downstairs with the servants? I don't mind, I sometimes do."

"You're unbelievable. "

Callum laughed and knew he'd have his way, the way he always did with people.

The servant filled Oliver's glass and made for Callum's but the Lord shook his head.

"I'll have some more later, thank you."

It had been one of the rare cases Callum had eaten anything at all, and even though it hadn't been that much, it was still better than nothing at all.

The candles in candlestand were throwing shadows over the side of the table they were taking, while the rest of the room remained darker. They were sitting opposite each other,

the corner of the long table was nicely decorated with prettily embroidered cloth.  It had been set for just the two of them and that made the dinner feel even more special.

It was also because that was the first time they were together in those circumstances, and Oliver had never even held such expensive silverware.

They had agreed not to discuss anything from what had happened during the day or the people they’d met.

Oliver assumed it was because of the staff, so they’d decided to approach safer topics.

They were having their dessert and Callum took the small spoon. He dipped it carefully in the chocolate cream.

"Are you sure you don’t want to try it? "

Oliver shook his head and took a sip from his whisky.

"I don't really like sweets."

The lord licked the spoon and made a low sound of what sounded like unguarded contentment.

"But it's really good."

He took another spoonful and licked it again. His gaze traveled Oliver's chest deliberately slowly, then he moved his eyes up to Oliver's mouth.

Callum licked his lower lip and said

"Very good."

Oliver glanced at the servant, standing by the door of the dining room, but the man seemed to be very focused on something between the intricate patterns on the floor carpet.

Oliver moved his chair closer to the table.

"Stop it."

Callum's tongue traced his lower lip and the Lord smiled teasingly.

"I said stop it."

Oliver hissed and Callum faked ignorance.

"What do you mean?"

The lord put the spoon down and dipped his finger in the soft texture.

"It's made of melted butter and cocoa. I hope they start selling in shops one day. "

He took his finger out of the bowl, it was dripping with the hot dark liquid and Callum sucked at it, watching Oliver.

A little trickle ran down his hand and Callum traced it with his tongue.

Oliver finished his whisky and Callum turned to the servant.

"Would you bring something...I don't know, port perhaps, for Mr. Abram, I see he's finished his drink. "

The servant nodded and left. Oliver saw the man disappear and lowered himself.

"You either stop this right now, or I'll bend you over this table and fuck you right here, in front of your servant. Then I'll come on your face and you'll lick everything the way you're doing with this damned chocolate you say you like so much. "

Callum paused and dropped his hand to rest it on the table. Oliver heard the servant coming in, placing a new glass in front of him.

"Thank you."

He said and turned back to Callum, giving him another pointed look.

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Oliver had been hard for the past half an hour or even more. The whole show Callum put on the table had done its job successfully.

They finished their dinner and went upstairs, neither of them speaking a word on their way up. The place was big, its hallways long, but they felt closer to being endless now.

They reached Callum's room and both paused. The lord looked away and said.

"Do you...uhh..."

Callum seemed to be struggling with whatever it was going on in his head- Oliver presumed it was similar to the thing that was going on in Oliver's too.

That's why he tried to suppress a smile when he took a step back and asked politely.

"Yes, Lord Callum?"

"What? God, this is absurd, Oliver."

Callum made to get in his room.

"What is?" Oliver asked and Callum crossed his arms.

"You're going to make me say it, aren't you?"

"I fail to understand."

"Jesus, man..."

Oliver looked around before moving closer to Callum and planted both his hands above Callum's head.

The lord dropped his hands and froze.

Waiting.

Oliver bent over to kiss his neck. He slowly moved his lips up and paused, his mouth inches away from Callum's.

Oliver took his tongue out and traced it over the rim of Callum's lips.

He felt, rather than heard Callum's breathing get faster and Oliver moved lower and kissed his neck.

Callum clenched his hands in Oliver's coat, and Oliver returned the improvised embrace by removing one of his hands from the wall and placing it lightly on Callum's cock.

The lord pressed in the touch immediately, but Oliver only fondled the bulge through his pants.

"How long have you been hard for, Lord Callum."

He pressed a little and Callum hissed.

"Since when?" He continued, his voice heavy. " And in front of your staff?"

He began moving his hand up and down, palming the hard cock through the fabric and felt Callum clench his hands around him tighter. He knew Callum was desperately resisting the urge to start humping his hand.

"Look at yourself," Oliver said and kissed Callum lightly on the lips.

Callum kissed him back and Oliver tasted the sweet chocolate the lord had been eating earlier, mixed with something else- Callum's own taste.

Oliver pushed his tongue deeper into the lord's mouth and his hand began moving faster.

"I already know you like this. "

"Then maybe you could do something about it."

Oliver stopped and looked down at Callum, who was totally startled at the abrupt pause. And panting.

"Are you ordering me, My Lord?"

"Uh...What? No, Oliver, I thought... "

Oliver traced his fingers over Callum's lips and shook his head.

"I told you not to tease me on the table."

"I thought you'd like it."

Oliver moved closer and said "You need to learn you're not in charge Cal. Not when it comes to this."

He brushed the Lord’s lips lightly with his and dropped his other hand from where it had been resting on the wall.

"Good night. My Lord."

He pulled away before Callum could protest. At that exact moment, one of the servants showed up from down the hallway, carrying something in a tray.

She bowed her head to her master and Oliver smiled, peeking at Callum who seemed completely disheveled and taken aback.