My Life with Prince Harry: Chapter 5
Sometime later, Keaton woke up with his red headed Prince's head resting on his chest and his arm securely wrapped around his torso. He lay there a while just enjoying the closeness but pretty soon his bladder gave him a clear warning that it had better be emptied or else. So, gently running his hand through his prince's hair, Harry opened his eyes at the touch and turned to look at his lover.
"Fuck, that was awesome", he said smiling up at Keaton.
"You're telling me but, at the moment, if I don't get to the can, we are both going to be very, very wet", said KJ as he burst out laughing.
"Yeah! Right! I can just hear the maid now", replied Harry. "You'd better get on with it.
And with that Keaton wasted no time dashing from the bed to the loo. He could help but let out a rather loud sigh of relief as he emptied his swollen bladder.
On his return to the bedroom, Harry is the first to speak, "Well, baby, I've worked up quite an appetite. Let's jump in the shower and go get a bite to eat."
"That's an idea", KJ said plopping himself back on the bed. "I sure could use some food."
Harry slides out of bed and taking his lover by the hand, they head off to the shower.
They took one of those long, sensual showers and yet neither really wanted to have another round of sex. Once they were both wet, Keaton turned Harry around and held him tight under the cascading water. Harry reached over to take a bottle of shampoo off a shelf and proceeded to squirt some on his hands. Still in KJ's the loving embrace he applies the shampoo to his mop of red hair and begins massaging his scalp. As the bubbles of the shampoo trickle down Harry's firm body, Keaton begins to gently massage it into his skin.
"Hmmm, Harry", says Keaton beginning to nibble on Harry's ear
"Yes, love."
"Have we got a timetable for this bite to eat", asks Keaton
"That depends on what's on your mind," replies Harry. "If you feel like another romp, then there's no time table and we'll fuck ourselves silly and get there eventually. On the other hand, if we don't have another romp now but save it for later, we could be eating in an hour or so. So, what are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking I could wait for a shot at this ass"' says Keaton giving Harry's ass a playful slap. "But my stomach saying it needs something."
"Okay, no sex", says Harry giggling and turning to face Keaton. Keaton's hands slide down Harry's back and cup his ass cheeks.
"You know my sweet Prince, payback can be a bitch", he whispers in Harry's ear.
"Is that a threat, or a promise, lover boy", he quips back as he leans forward and gives KJ a peck on his cheek.
"Maybe a little of both", he replies giving his prince a full blown, tongue searching kiss.
They continue to wash each other and after their shower, they each wrap themselves in a big fluffy bath towel, and head into the bedroom to get dressed.
"What should I wear?" Keaton asks.
"I'd vote for nothing, but since we are going to a fancy little restaurant I know, you should wear a suit and tie".
As KJ considers what he should wear, Harry goes into the closet to grab some clothes. When he returns he hands KJ a gift wrapped box.
"What`s this for?" Keaton asks as he takes the box Harry offers.
"Well, I just wanted to get you something just from me to you that I know you would enjoy."
KJ begins to unwrap it. The first thing he notices is the familiar bright yellow box of an Invicta watch. Opening the box, Keaton's jaw hits the floor as he sees what is inside the box. It is an Invicta Reserve Men's Specialty Subaqua watch. Now, KJ had priced this watch before and couldn't be more shocked and happy all at the same time.
"I wanted you to have something special. Something that was personal as in from me to you. When I saw this watch at the store, I knew it would be perfect for you."
"Thank you, Harry", KJ says taking Harry into a bone crushing hug. "This is one of the nicest and most beautiful gifts I have ever received. But, Harry, please promise me that you'll stop showering me with all of these gifts. You already have me and I am yours."
"Okay, if you lighten up on the hug so I can breathe I'll promise not to continue showering you with gifts. But in this particular case, I just wanted you to have something special for when we go out or have something formal to do."
Keaton lessened his hug pressure on his Prince but he couldn't resist giving him another of those slow, long and tongue penetrating kisses. Separating, they got dressed and once each gave the other the once over and Harry did whatever he does to make his hair always look messy, they headed out to dinner.
With the driver and the security policeman in the front of the car and Keaton and Harry in the back, as the car left the Palace Gates, it was joined by a police motorcycle outrider. Slowly working their way through the early evening traffic within about half an hour, they arrived at the restaurant. The name of the restaurant was Bellamy's. To KJ it didn't look like any five star restaurant rather, it really looked like a little hole in the wall type of place. The outside was certainly unremarkable. Harry closely followed by KJ as he headed in to the restaurant and he's totally surprised. It was a gem in the rough. First thing Keaton noticed were the dual security guards standing at the door. They looked like a pair of British bulldogs in human form. Later KJ would find out that they were armed. Someone must have tipped them off as to who was coming through the door because the maître d walked right up to Harry and nodded his head.
He says to Harry, "Right this way, Your Highness."
He leads us to our table that's just a little out of the way and to the back of the room. All eyes discreetly follow us as we move through the room. By looking at the faces as he passes them, Keaton can just hear the unspoken questions and comments. "Who's that with him? Wonder who he is? Never have seen him before." But Harry moves along acknowledging some people he knows as he passes. They arrive at their table, sit down and are handed a simple menu. Within a few minutes, a young waiter comes over to take our drink order.
"Well, Tony. Are you to be our waiter this evening?" asks Harry looking up at the young man standing beside him. Obviously Harry knows him and he's served Harry and his guests before.
"If your Royal Highness wishes, I can be", comes the reply from Tony who smiles at him.
"Oh I'm sure that Jacques won't mind me kidnapping you for a little bit. He didn't give you a hard time the last time we did it, did he?"
"No Highness. He never said a word."
"Good. So we can assume you'll look after us". Then Harry turns to me, "KJ, I'd like you to meet Tony. He's a cheeky little brat, but he provides excellent service. Tony, I'd like you to meet Lieutenant Keaton Colton, my Aide-de-Camp."
KJ went to stand up to shake hands with Tony but Harry slightly shook his head. So remaining seated, KJ addresses Tony. "Nice to meet you, Tony".
"Likewise, Sir", says Tony flashing Keaton a warm smile. "If there is anything you would like just ask. If we do not have it on this visit, you can be assured that the Chef will have made note of it and we will have it the next time you visit us."
Turning to Harry, Tony asks what he would like to drink before dinner. "I'll have a Glenfiddich on ice, please, Tony."
"Yes, Sir." He replies to Harry and then turning to Keaton, "And you Lieutenant, what can I get you?"
"Let's make a deal, Tony."
"Yes, Sir".
"You call me KJ or Keaton whichever you prefer for the balance of this dinner, and I won't get mad at you. Have we got a deal?"
"Yes Lieu... I mean KJ." Replies Tony again lashing his very beautiful smile.
"Then I'll have a Canadian Club on ice, please."
"A very nice choice, KJ", replies Tony. "Not many people except visiting Canadians and some Americans seem to favour Canadian Club."
Tony puts his pen in his apron pocket and leaves the two alone as he goes to get their order.
A short time after that, he comes back with their drinks. He must know from experience that we are not ready to order because without another word he leaves and stands some distance away against the wall.
Suddenly out of the blue, this tall, well-built man wearing whites and a tall chef's hat appears at our table. "Welcome once again to Bellamy's, Your Highness. It is always a pleasure to see you."
"Well, Jacques," says Harry standing up and shaking hands with the man. "It's always a pleasure to be able to sneak away to your little hide-a-way for some of your deliciously prepared offerings."
"Jacques, I would like you to meet Lieutenant Keaton Colton of Canada, who by the way, likes to be called KJ or Keaton. He is my newly appointed Aide-de-Camp."
Keaton, following Harry's example, stands and takes the offered hand. "I am pleased to make your acquaintance, Keaton. Now that you are attached to His Royal Highness, please, always feel free to drop by for a meal if you can ever find the time."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Jacques. When I have the opportunity, I will certainly make the time."
Harry followed by Keaton take their chairs again and Jacques looking at the Prince asks, "Is there something you would particularly like this evening, Sir?"
"Well, Jacques, I cannot speak for Keaton, but I am personally quite hungry. I think that if it was on offer I'd eat one of those moose that run around Keaton's country."
"Sorry, Highness, there's no moose on the menu this evening but can I recommend a good, thick steak and, if I recall, medium, well done."
Turning to Keaton. "And you Sir. If you tell me when you can return and, if you really would like Moose, I can arrange it." They all laughed.
"No, Chef. I think like His Highness, I'll have a steak only medium rare. No blood, please."
The chef signalled to Tony who came over to the table. "To start with, Tony. I see you have been kidnapped yet again by the Prince".
"I'm afraid so, Jacques. Does that cause any problems?"
"Not at all, Sir. Tony loves serving you when you visit and we are so happy that Tony gives you the service you enjoy."
"So, to begin, Tony. Please bring His Highness and Mr. Keaton, a nice garden salad, make sure no radishes are used, with Russian dressing."
Tony nods to the Chef and goes off toward the kitchen.
"Well, that is perfect then", says the Chef. "When you are ready, I shall return and personally prepare your dinner right here for you. If you will permit me, Highness, I will choose a Canadian red wine from our cellar for your enjoyment this evening and to celebrate your new appointment, Keaton."
Before Harry or Keaton could respond to the Chefs words, he had disappeared only to be replaced by Tony who set the salads before us. Once again, he retreated to the wall.
Keaton started off the conversation. "So, Harry, ever since I sat in that boardroom the other day, I meant to ask what made you decide to get into charity work. Is it something you do because you're expected to do it or do you have your own personal reasons?"
"Well, a couple of things really", replied Harry. "First of all, most of the members of the Royal family have charities they have personally set up or who have requested their patronage. It's a well-documented fact that my late Great Grandmum supported well over 200 charities and some of them she had been with since she had been the Duchess of York before the war. We don't do it because we have to do it; we do it because it's in our blood, so to speak, to give back to people. We acknowledge that we have a very special privilege and place among our people not just here in the UK but also throughout the Commonwealth. I found that out for myself when I went on the Caribbean tour representing my Grandmother, the Queen as part of her Diamond Jubilee."
"But there's got to be more to it than that?" says Keaton looking into the eyes of his Prince. "Somehow there's seems to me that because of the passion I say, there's something else driving you."
Harry thought for a moment and then went on. "The reason why I do it and this is as important to Will as it is to me as it is to our Father really because he encourages us at every step of the way, is I want to honour to my mum. She loved charity work and particularly some of the less popular causes. One of my treasured photographs of her that I always keep on my desk at Clarence House is her hugging an Aids patient. She wanted the world to know that you couldn't transmit the HIV virus through the giving of a hug. And, there is also the fact, that from a young age she had my brother and me helping her with her charity work."
Neither men was really paying all that much to the progress their eating because when they finished the delicious salads, Tony magically appeared and removed the empty plates without them really noticing him. Moments after that he wheeled up the portable unit on which the Chef was going to prepare their steak dinners. But, Harry and Keaton, secure in the knowledge that there were minders at the door, were off on their own.
"So tell me about Sentebale. Who started it and why?" asked Keaton.
"Well!" said Harry. "Sentebale is a charity set up in April 2006 by Prince Seeiso of Lesotho and myself to help vulnerable children and young people in Lesotho, particularly those who have been orphaned as a result of HIV and AIDS. I really wanted to continue my mother's work with disadvantaged children. At the invitation of Prince Seeiso, I spent some of my Gap year in Lesotho. Prince Seeiso's mother, Queen Mamohato, a much-loved figure in their country, had died in 2003. The word `Sentebale' actually means 'forget me not'. Together, we chose the name as a memorial to the charity work of our own mothers, as well as, a reminder to us all not to forget Lesotho or its children."
"Okay. You've asked me why I do charity work, what about you, Keaton. Have you ever done charity work?"
"Actually, yes, I have. I like to give back to those less fortunate than me."
"You don't get off that easy, KJ. So, tell me about some of the charities you've volunteered with."
"Well you know, of course, that I spent some years serving overseas so I really haven't done as much as I would really like. But when I had the opportunity, I used to go with my Grandfather down to St. Augustine's Church in the heart of the city where they operated a soup kitchen. It was under the direction of this wonderful and very spiritual priest by the name of Father George McCray. He was one of those people who could walk into a room and everyone's eyes lit up. There was a running joke with him about the dishes. Whenever he came over to the church from his rectory, he'd always walk through the kitchen and he'd take the time to talk with each and every volunteer. The old gentleman who ran the dishwasher would always take a towel and go to hand it to the good Father. He'd look at the old man, I seem to recall his name was Lawrence, and he'd always say something like, As soon as I've taken my call from Rome' or another favorite one was I need to talk with the Archbishop first and then I'll come and help you.' But, of course, he never did the dishes but it became a running joke. Just before he was re-assigned to another Parish, there was a dinner for him and the Manager of the kitchen presented him with an embroidered towel which said, `Father's George's Dish Towel, Never used'. Of course, I don't get back there as much as I would like to do but I do make sure I make a monthly monetary contribution"
"You ole softy, you", chuckled Harry.
Keaton was completely enamoured with his Prince. He was very certain that he could spend the rest of his life with him.
Without them even noticing, Chef Jacques came back to the table and, while they were continuing their conversation, prepared their steaks. Tony, the wonderfully adept waiter, hovered in the background taking care to ensure their wine glasses were topped up and the dishes were both served and cleared away. We continued eating until we were finished. Harry and KJ declined a dessert because they were so full.
As we got up to leave, Harry asked Tony who had pulled his chair out for him to ask Jacques to return.
"Was everything satisfactory, your Highness?"
"Jacques, everything was so enjoyable. I keep recommending your wonderful establishment to everyone I meet. Hopefully some of them come by. You'll send the bill on to Clarence House and make sure to look after Tony, won't you?"
"Speaking of guests, although I wouldn't say this to anyone else but, yes, last week we enjoyed the visit of Their Royal Highnesses, Prince Haakon and Princess Mette-Marit of Norway and he was kind enough to say, that we came highly recommended by a certain red headed prince. Of course, Highness, I had no idea who he meant but I seated him anyway", said Jacques with a hearty laugh.
"And to answer your question, Highness. Yes, I will take care of Tony. I know that you're heavily scheduled and only take advantage of a break when you can but if you can call me a little ahead of time, I'll always make sure that Tony is available for you."
Jacques, followed by Tony, accompanied us to the door. After shaking both their hands, they headed outside to the waiting car. No sooner had Prince Harry stepped onto the sidewalk We got outside but a camera was shoved in their faces, by what Keaton was totally sure of was a member of the paparazzi. One of the security guards standing just inside the doorway notices the problem and comes rushing out of the restaurant. Together, we get Harry into the car and close the door. Just a second before the door is closed by the restaurant guard; I grab the guy's camera, shove it in my jacket pocket and pull the door closed. The guard removes his hand from the door handle and turns to stands with his back to the window so nobody can see into the car. Harry tells the driver to take us back to Kensington Palace. With the cameraman yelling and screaming for his camera, the car slowly glides away to its destination.
Once they are safely back in Harry's apartment, each gets dressed down into shorts. After all, they are not going out again. KJ turns on the telly to supposedly watch the news. Harry joins him on the couch. How it happens really doesn't matter but soon Keaton is on his knees on the floor slowly pulling down Harry's shorts.
Flicking his tongue over the rampant cock sticking out from the nest of ginger hair, Keaton remarks just before he makes the plunge to take the very hard cock into his throat.
"Turn around is fair play, my Prince."
To be continued.
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