alone together , and with grow ing alarm , Oliver saw Winston reaching the same conclusion in his brown almond-shaped eyes.
Winston smiled and tilted his head just a fraction to one side, like he was studying him for the first time. It was a very subtle movement, but also strangely predatory. It made Oliver nervous , and he tried to carefully move away from Winston and the dangerous temptation that he radiated. He knew that whatever it was that Winston was thinking was clearly something wicked , and he had the dreadful suspicion that it included him as well, possibly in the most compromising way.
I should have left Wycliffe Castle a long time ago! Oliver thought franti cally , but another–less decent– part of him calmly reminded him that they were indeed all alone. There were no silent servants around that could spy on them and no family members who would interrupt them by suddenly entering a room. But still! It would be unwise! We could still get caught! Oliver tried convincing himself, but unfortunately the last thought only made it worse, tempting him further.
With what was left of his common sense , Oliver edged towards the door as inconspicuously as possibl e to politely show Winston out. Preferabl y before he lost his private battle between morality and the rising sensation of suppressed desire. Winston’s smile broadened mischievously , in a manner that was unnerving to say the least, when he saw Oliver backing away from him.
Just when Oliver had placed his hand on top of the brass doorknob with a mixture of relief and disappointment, Winston’s warm fingers closed over his grip, stopping him. How he had managed to move so swiftly, Oliver did not know, but suddenly he was alarmingly close behind him.
“I told you long ago that you do not need to pretend for me,” Winston whispered in his ear. “I know that you do not want me to leave.”
And before Oliver had time to react, Winston effortlessly and without compromise grabbed his collar and pulled him close , and to Oliver’s bewilderment , Winston kissed him, pressing his soft curved lips against his.
“I … ” Oliver tried to say ; however , his protests were silenced as Winston took the opportunity to kiss him deeper when Oliver opened his mouth to object. The ti ps of their tongues met , and the kiss deepened further and transformed into something more serious than just a foolish kissing game between two young gentlemen.
Half-heartedly , Oliver tried to push him away, mostly because he felt that he should and not because he wanted to. But Winston only laughed softly in response.
They kissed deeply, ardently, and almost roughly , and when Winston finally withdrew , Oliver felt that his face was flushed and his lips were tender from the other man’s stubble. His hair was tousled , and his clothes were in disorder , and to be perfectly honest , Oliver was more aroused than he cou ld possibly deny or even pretend to hide.
“There,” Winston said with a victory smile playing on his lips. “I have been waiting a long time to do that.”
“You really should not … ” Oliver started to say when his decency finally yielded unexpectedly swif tly to lust. He hesitated for a short moment, trying to regain his self-control. And then, like in a dream where he had little control over his actions, he took off his thin glasses and boldly leaned forward an d kissed him back. It is not really fair if only Winston is allowed to steal kisses, is it? Oliver thought in a vague excuse to himself.
Oliver knew very well that he was act ing uncharacteristically rash and that they were treading on a path that was both wrong and treacherous, but he was unable to stop himself nonetheless. Winston had very little to lose, except possibly falling further down in his father’s grace, but Oliver could lose his reputation, his employment, and also quite possibly his entire career–which Lord Henley with his money and influence most likely could tear to pieces if he