Captured by Him ~ The fourth novelette from "Different Desire", a Gay Victorian Romance and Erotic novelette collection

fought desperately to control his breathing and disobedient thoughts. But despite his firm mindset , he felt to his mortification that his private parts were slowly and irreversibly stirring as Badge r’s hands continued to touch him. Milton wished fervently that those rough hands would travel all over his body, exploring him. Wanting him.
    There was no doubt that even though Badger was absolutely wrong in so many ways– He was a villain! A scoundrel! His kidnapper , for God’s sake! –but nevertheless , Milton yearned for him badly.
    It was ridiculous , of course, but still true. The fact was that Badger was annoyingly handsome in his own rather rough way, with his dark tangled hair, his stubble, and those unusual, beautiful eyes. And it most certainly did not help that he had a muscular body with strong arms with the peculiar blue tattoos, broad shoulders, and a sinfully pretty little bottom.
    Milton nearly bit off a curse. His wandering thoughts had not improved his mood; in fact , it had made it worse. And the sight of the other man kneeling in front of him, touching him, was spellbinding. Milton stifled the urge to spread his knees apart and silenced a small sigh. Just because he lusted after the other man like a senseless animal did not mean that it was mutual, he reminded himself. In fact, most likely it was not.
    Therefore , Milton quietly settled for the tantalizing experience of letting Badger continue to touch him while he examined him , and pretended that it did not affect him, one way or the other. It was a mild form of torture and highly exciting.
    “Sorry,” Badger mumbled when Milton had to lift his upper body from the pallet to let the bandage slip in underneath him. With surprisingly gentle hands , Badger wrapped a new clean bandage around Milton’s chest and waist.
    The other man’s presence and his closeness were intoxicating. Badger was so near him Milton could even smell him. He closed his eyes and inhaled Badger’s scent, a combination of the wild forest, horses, and slightly, but not in an unpleasant way, of masculine musky sweat.
    Milton knew perfectly well that it was time for him to break away. He should make up an excuse and hastily remove himself ; however , he could not resist lingering in the precious moment for just a little bit longer.
    Then suddenly he realized that he had waited too long. Milton could almost sense the change in the air as the other man suddenly noticed the shameful tittle-tattle of the bulge under his dirty breeches.
    “Oh,” Badger said in surprise.
    “I-I-I … I can explain!” Milton said in pure desperation, while he hastily tried to cover himself with the horse-smelling blanket. He cursed himself silently for waiting too long, while his mind raced to come up with a possible explanation.
    “I do not think you need to explain anything,” Badger said calmly, but he did not move away from him.
    “I assure you, it is not what it looks like!”
    “You know … ” Badger whispered and slowly leaned closer until his lips were just inches away from Milton’s. “I think it is exactly what it looks like … ”
    The air around them suddenly seemed to be almost electrified, just like before a thunderstorm. It felt like the world quietly held its breath and that even the smallest movement would break the spell. Milton did not even dare to breathe and was start ing to feel slightly lightheaded and dazed. Small details like the tiniest drop of sweat slowly making its way down Badger’s temple seemed to register in Milton’s mind , and he had no idea why.
    Afterwards , they could never agree about who had made that first, initial move. Perhaps it was because it all happened at the same time?
    Milton raised his tied hands and cupped the other man’s chin between his palms and roughly kissed him at the same time that Badger wrapped his strong arms around him and pulled him closer.
    Badger answered his kiss hungrily and rolled over on his back so that Milton was straddling him, while Milton continued to kiss him thoroughly, ignoring the harsh stubble that grazed his cheeks. He buried his fingers into Badger’s dark hair, kissing him deeper, exploring his tongue with his own. Badger’s hands travelled boldly from Milto n’s bare shoulders, along his spine, and finally cradled his bottom, which made Milton utter a small muffled moan of expectation. Without being able to stop himself, Milton started eagerly mov ing his hips against him; however , the