Royal Feud

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Royal Feud- Chapter 2

William felt like he had created a monster in showing his brother how to have a proper wank. Every time they were alone together, which given their present circumstance was a lot, Harry wanted to do it again with him. William just smiled, and remembered when his personal assistant first introduced him to wanking, that's all he wanted to do. Four or five times a day, he couldn't do it enough, that's all he wanted to do. William told him that he could do it anytime that he wanted. But make sure he was alone and would not be interrupted. Places like the bathroom or the shower is where William normally would do the deed. At night, in William's room the two princes would normally wank together. Each one polishing their own scepters on their own. Harry began to ask more questions, wanted to know more about sex especially the sperms. So, the young prince asked, "What do the sperms feel like?" William started, "The same as when you get that really intense feeling, but your too young to have anything cum out." "No", Harry answered. "That sperms that are all over you, what does that feel like," he asked. He said, "Here, feel." Harry put his finger in a load that William had shot on his chest and started to feel it. The consistency of his brother's jizz reminded him of the slime they used to play with when they were younger. As he explored more, he brought a little up to his nose and smelled it. William just watched him explore with a smile on his face. William then spoke, "Har, watch this." The older brother scooped up some of his load on two of his fingers and brought up to his mouth and licked it off. Harry couldn't believe what he had seen. Wills just told his brother to try it. "Well", Harry asked, "What does it taste like?" William said, "Try it for yourself." Then he scooped up some of his jizz and brought it up to his brother's mouth. "Lick!". William ordered. So, Harry did. "Bitter, and sweet at the same time. All-in-all, not bad", Harry answered. Wills grinned and told Harry that it was the best way for clean-up. Wills told his brother that was another thing that every guy tries, but they would never admit to anyone, even their best mate. Harry seemed to understand, and just nodded his head.

As the days and nights passed, the two brothers continued to explore more together. The solo wanks became wanking each, the royal brothers stroking each other royal scepters. Harry kept staring at his older bro's cock, he couldn't take his eyes off of it. Will's eyes were closed, and he was enjoying the long stroke of his hand moving up and down over the length of his cock. Then he felt a hand that wasn't his own on his balls. "Dude, what the fuck!", Wills shouted. Harry moved his hand back quickly. "I just wanted to know what they feel like, with your hair down there, and your big sac.........I just wanted to know." Harry looked like he was about to cry. Wills regrated his tone and harsh language he had used with the young prince. Wills gave Harry a smile, and said, "I am sorry man, you just caught me by surprise, that's all. I remember being curious about it all when I was younger. Go ahead, bro, touch, feel wherever you want to." Harry looked unsure at first, but Will took his hand off his own dick and reached over to his brother's hand and placed it own his abs, and with a smile said, "Explore wherever you want to. I want you too, take your time, man."

Harry felt William's smooth skin on his chest and abs. Harry's light touch had given his brother goose bumps all over his body. Will said, "Touch me, feel me as much as you want, anywhere you want. If you want to feel my pubes, my balls, my cock. Pinch my nipples it you want, raise my arms, and see and feel the hair under my arms. Have me roll over on my stomach and check out, feel my arse. You are the boss; you are in charge. I will never make fun of you explore my body as much as you want. Ask me any questions that you want, and I will try to answer them as well as I can. There are things that I haven't done yet and can't wait too. But you are my little bro and best mate, I will never lie to you", the older prince said fighting back the tears he had in his eyes. With that Wills pulled Harry into a tight hug and gave his little bro a quick kiss on the lips. They hadn't shared a kiss like that since they were young boys. Harry was shocked at first with the very tender and caring gustier by his older brother. Then, he returned the hug and kissed Wills back on the lips. This kiss was longer, more passionate, and Wills was surprised as he felt the younger princes' tongue trying to push into his mouth.

Will reclined back pulling his bro on top of him and the two continued their passionate snog. With each brother's tongue tried to wrestle with the others for supremacy in each other's mouth. Harry was lightheaded and pulled away from the kiss first. "Wow!", the younger prince exclaimed. "I always wondered what the big deal with kissing someone was, I had no idea", said Harry. Wills just smiled a nodded his head. It wasn't his first kiss, or the first kiss he had with another boy. But this kiss would always be cherished by Wills for a long time. Once the two had done a fair share of snogging, Harry then started to explore his older bro's body without any shame. The young ginger headed boy started with his brother's chest. He reached over and pinched his bro's left nipple. He was surprised by how hard the nipple was. Since his brother said do whatever he wanted, he then started to kiss and suck on his nipples. Wills and Harry made eye contact with one another; Wills stared at Harry with nothing but love for him. Harry had a look of hero worship and awe in his eyes as he explored his brother's body. Will's had seen this look before. It was the look that Harry had given him when they were younger lads. This time that look just fed into William's ego and it made his cock harder than he's ever been. His uncircumcised cock was dripping so much precum that he had to put his hands behind his head so that he wasn't tempted to feel his cock. He didn't know where this was going but didn't want to ruin it too soon by shooting his load now. Wills was trying everything he knew to do to delay his orgasm when there was a knock on the door. "Fuck", he muttered under his breath. "Yes", will answered. "Young sirs, I hate to disturb you from.......your...... naps" Peter said. (Peter was William's personal valet, and knew they weren't napping. After all, it was him that introduced him to wanking.). "But", he continued, "The queen wanted me to remind you that you and your brother are expected at dinner here in 45 minutes, shall I lay out something appropriate for you and your brother to wear?" Wills answered through gritting teeth, "Thanks, no we will be okay." The older prince looked very disappointedly at his bro and said, "Come with me in my shower, we will save time and shower together. It will save time, and we will finish in there. I swear, we will do more exploring tonight." The boys were happy that they were with their grandmother at Balmoral, dinners were more relaxed there. They didn't have to wear a suit or a tux, nothing stuffy that the boys hated. The boys washed each other in the shower, and Harry was astonished at the load that Wills shot all over him. Dinner, even though less formal, still lasted longer than the young princes wanted it to. Then, Charles insisted that the boys stay for games and skits that the boys loathed. Being dutiful sons, they agreed.

The boys were finally able to make their escape. After saying good night to all the other royals in order of their family ranks, the boys ran out of the room to get back u\p to Will's suite. Once back upstairs, they couldn't strip off fast enough. Wills made sure that his door was locked so that they wouldn't be disturbed. Wills, also, let Peter know that he wouldn't be needed for the rest of the evening, and he could take the rest of the evening off. "Now", Harry said with excitement in his still unbroken voice, "Where was I?" Wills just smiled and said, "I can't remember either. You may just have to start over." The boys just laughed and started to snog again. The boys knew that this time, they didn't have to rush. Nobody would bother them until morning. Wills, also, turned up the music on is I=Pod so that they wouldn't be heard. Harry was glade his big bro thought of all these precautions.

As they lay down on Wills bed, he told Harry to open the top drawer of the night stand closest to him. "Is that weed?", Harry asked. "Yes, but not that. Grab that bottle in the drawer. We can smoke later, if you'd like", Wills replied. He was happy that Peter kept him supplied with both lube and weed, no questions were ever asked. "I can ask Peter to talk to Alex about getting you both, if you'd like", the oldest bro said. (Alex was Harry's personal valet). That bottle that Harry picked up and gave to his bro was lube. Wills decided it was time to introduce this to his younger brother. "This is lube", the oldest bro said, "It will among other things to keep your cock from getting sore if you wank too much." Wills still wasn't sure how much they were going to do together, so he didn't want to tell him about the other use for lube. At least, not yet. Wills having spent all of education at male only boarding schools heard about dudes fucking, he had never done that. He would wank thinking about it. Girls were a mystery to him. Of course, he was more embarrassed and flattered that girls mobbed him, screaming, and crying everywhere he went. It made him feel like a rock star, he wasn't sure he liked all the attention though. Yes, the heir to the throne was still a virgin. He thought most of his mates were full of shit with their stories of conquest. So, it didn't bother him. If he wanted to change his status, he could always take Gramps up on hum taking Wills to the oldest and most discreet whore house in London. Phillip had told Wills that this is where he had to take Charles, he was so afraid of his own shadow that he thought he'd have to fuck whomever Charles married to ensure an heir to assume the throne after Charles. Wills and his grandpa broke into a great fit of laughter over it. Wills thought he'd let the own man have another laugh when he offered Harry the same service.

Wills took the bottle out of his brother's hand, popped open the top, put a dollop into his palm, and rubbed it all over his hand. "Hold out your hand", the older prince demanded. Harry followed his directions without asking any questions. William had been right about all they had done so far, and Harry knew that William would never hurt him. William spread the lube onto his brothers' hand. "Rub it onto your cock", Wills instructed. Harry exclaimed, "It's so slippery!" The younger prince gasped as the coldness and the slippery substance made contact on his cock. "Now wank yourself", Wills said. He smiled as he watched his brother enjoy himself. Wills thought to himself that Alex would have to buy lube by the liter size as much as his brother was stroking off. Wills watched as Harry got his shivers, as no jizz came out. "Bro", Wills said, "Don't leave me hanging, jack me off." Harry obeyed. He liked touching his brother's bigger penis. He wondered how much larger they would grow as they continued to grow up. Harry knew that his mates were full of shit as they bragged about their cock size. This was the first year that they were required to shower after PE. The locker room only had open showers for them to use. So, he peaked at his mates as they were in the shower. Most were all relatively the same size. Some had whisps of hair around their cocks, others were still bald like his own. Most were uncircumcised like his own member, but the few that were circumcised fascinated him. He thought maybe he would ask his brother about that. He had a job to do, so he needed to concentrate on the task, well at hand. Harry smiled to himself at the funny thought he just had. Within a few minutes Harry heard his brothers breathe become ragged, and knew he was about to shoot the sperms. Harry counted as the sperms erupted out of Wills cock. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 times his cock had spasmed. The two brothers locked his, smiled, and then locked lips and snogged until William caught his breath.

After the brothers caught their breath, Will walked around to the other side of the bed, opened up the nightstand, grabbed the bowl and pot and exclaimed, "Let's smoke it up, bro. Pot makes me feel randy as fuck! It's time I teach you the other guilty pleasure. Wanking is nice, but weed is the best! It calms me down, gets me out of my head, and keeps my brain from racing 24/7", the older prince explained. H just nodded his head and didn't have any idea what W was talking about. W walked over to the widow and opened it up. One to air out the room of spunk spell. Two, to hide the weed smell. W was caught by Charles one night smoking, he didn't make a big deal out of it. But warned W not to let his grades slip and not to embarrass the family with pot headlines. W nodded to his pops, and nothing more had ever been said.

W told H the easiest way for him to start out was to shotgun it. H didn't really understand what this meant, nut followed the older prince's lead. W took a hit, and blew the smoke into H's face, and he breathed it. After a few hits liked this, H said, "I am starting to feel funny and a little lightheaded." W just smiled a nodded. W said, "I think you've had enough." H looked at W and said, "Bullocks!" He then reached over, grabbed the pipe from W and lite it up for himself the way that he'd seen W do. H tried to hold it in the way that W did but had a huge coughing fit. W roared with laughter. However, the young prince was not deterred from trying it again. He still was coughing but not as much. W grabbed the pipe back from H told him that he had enough and finished smoking to cash out the pipe. W closed the window, grabbed some room air freshener, gave the room a few, quick sprays. Next, he took H's hand into his and lead him back to his bed.

When they got back into W's bed, the two started to kiss and make out again. W's head was so full of naughty thoughts, he couldn't contain himself. He broke the kiss with his brother. Looking him in the eyes he said, "You know all of this has to be kept beyond secret right?" The ginger headed prince replied, "Duh." W laughed and continued, "Do you promise that you will do back to me whatever I do to you?" H looked aa little scared, confused but nodded his head. Smiling, W kissed down the smooth young prince. He took time to suck on his bro's nipples, the young prince started to moan with pleasure. W let his tongue trace around the erected nipple. Then started to kiss down the smooth chest and belly of his brother. H's eyes went wide in anticipation of where he thought it was leading to. W stuck his tongue in his younger brother's inny belly button and did circles around it. H's 6cm (2.5 inch) cock was as hard as it had ever been.

W then held his face right over his younger brother's cock. He held out his tongue. He got as close as he could without touching it. W looked up at H's face, he could read the desire and lust written across his face. W just smiled and kissed down his brother's leg. H groaned, and said, "What the fuck! Please, don't tease me, bro. Suck it." W just replied, "Patience young grasshopper." H didn't find it amusing, he wanted his first blow job now! W realized it wasn't fair to tease his brother anymore. He took his brother in his mouth, and started to such his bro. W had never received a blow job before, he had defiantly never given one. But the love that he had for H told him that this was the right thing to do. H gasped with pleasure. It was like every nerve and cell within his young body was alive and active all at one time. There was a sense of electricity pulsing through his bod. Then, we he didn't think it could get any better, he young cock twitched and shot out his very first load of watery spunk into his brother's mouth. W's eyes grew wide with the surprise of H's first cum. He made sure of holding it on his tongue and didn't swallow it, as much as he wanted to. Once the younger prince's body quit twitching, W open up his mouth and showed his bro his first load. H was so excited, "The sperms! The sperms! I finally did it!" He beamed with pride. W then brought his mouth up to his bro and kissed him. They shared his young sperm back and forth into each other's mouth, and when they both had some oh H's watery boy batter in their mouths, W broke the kiss, and said, "On the count of three, swallow." H nodded. W counted, "1, 2. 3, swallow!" Both brothers swallowed. It was saltier than his own W thought, but a taste he could defiantly enjoy right from H's cock. H just replied, "It's good. But, different from yours." W just nodded and held his bro as close as he could. Neither wanted this moment to end.

All W could think about was getting his first blow job. H looked frightened at his bro's cock. It was so much bigger, could he get it in his mouth the way his bro did. What if it pasted like pee? W sensing his bro's anxiety about returning the favor. Just looked into his bro's eyes and whispered, "Don't worry about taking it all, just make sure those fangs of yours don't scratch my cock. I'll try and tell you when I am going to cum, in case you know...". H nodded his head and slowly started to kiss down his chest and stomach. H knew he wasn't going to tease his bro the way that he had teased him. He loved him way too much for that. H knew, also, that he would swallow every drop, because he had already tasted it as he licked it up from his bro's body after he had cum. He was worried whether he could keep up with the volume that W produced. He would worry about this later. He had to focus all of his attention on his bro's royal shaft. H decided that it really just tasted like skin and didn't have much of a taste. H s tongue swirled around the head of his bro's uncut dick the way that W had done. H was encouraged by his bro's moans and pleadings that he was doing a good job. H took his left hand and started to caress W's balls. W then grabbed H's head to hold it in place, he wanted to face fuck his bro. He was worried that this would scare or hurt his bro and the blow job would end right then. So he didn't do that. He knew right then that this wasn't going to a one and done experience, so there was time for that later. As W's breath become more erratic, H knew that W was on the verge. "H, I can't hold it back anymore. I am goin' shoot soon. Bro if you don't want it, stop sucking now!" W was surprised H took more of his cock down his throat as he exploded inside. W was happy that H swallowed, he loved his bro so very much. This just brought the two brothers that much closer together. W kissed his brother and licked up any of his cum that dribbled out of H's mouth that he couldn't contain. They shared W's cum back and forth between each other. They swallowed and fell asleep in each other's arms more content than they have been in a long time.

W thought he had to be dreaming, his cock felt amazing it was in a place that was so warm and wet, as he was getting closer to shooting his load, he woke up and watched H worship his cock. He didn't alert H that he was awake, he just closed his eyes and enjoyed getting head. W blew another load down H's throat, and he swallowed every shot that came out of his brother's cock. Within seconds of his orgasm, he felt H fire his watery jizz on his stomach. W. turned over and was the big spoon to H's little spoon, the two princes cuddled that way until morning.

At 6:30 exactly, there were three knocks on W's door. It was Peter coming to wake him up. It was time for W to hit the pool for water polo practice. Even though he may be away from school, he didn't want to let his mates down on his boarding school's water polo team. The palace had arranged one of the top water polo players at the recent Olympics come and work with W. He planned all of the training, the weights, the swimming, the running, and helped keep an eye on his diet. This morning, however, W didn't want to get up for training. W's cock felt so good on his bro's ass that he didn't want to get out of bed. It was the first time that he had thought about the idea of possibly fucking his brother. He didn't have time to think about that now, he had to get up and head out to train. "I am up, Peter, thanks.", W said. He knew that he didn't have time to wank this morning, so he just walked into his bathroom to try to just pee off the morning hardon. Luckily, that seemed to do the trick and he was able to stuff his cock into his speedo suit. W hit the workout harder than he had done in several weeks. W was happy to get out of his head and not think about all the swirling lustful thoughts that he had been entertaining concerning his brother for the last few days. Did these things make him gay, bi, or what? W knew his only real function was to marry and produce an heir that would succeed him once he died. Could there be a gay king? Was that allowed? Then, it would fall to H for the heir. He couldn't think about any of that now, he concentrated on the workout and pushed himself to the limit. His trainer was pleased with the effort he was showing this morning. He might make W a water polo player, after all.

W returned to his suite tired but enthused after his workout. He walked into his room and saw his brother still asleep in the bed where he had left him. W just smiled time to return the favor. W got down on his knees right next to the sleeping prince. He carefully moved the top sheet off the sleeping lad, and he started to blow his brother. H started to moan and thrust his cock in and out his brother's mouth. W knew that H was fully awake and didn't care. His only thought was to make H cum and swallow it all. It didn't take long for H to unload his W's mouth. This time W swallowed without even thinking. H kissed him and was disappointed there was none of his watery load for him to enjoy. The boys knew that any other fun had to be postponed until later, their grandpa insisted the two join them on the stalking (hunting) trip that had been planned for that day. So, to save time and water they got into the shower together and didn't have time for any fun. On the trip back to the castle, W told H that he just needed some time to do some maths that he had been putting off. W suggested that H should get back on his studies, as well.

All of this was true of course, but W just wanted some alone time so he could think about what had transpired between he and H over these past few days. So many questions had been swirling around in his mind. He knew that he couldn't talk about this to any of his mates at school. He was worried about anyone of them that would leak it to the media. He knew that discussing this with anyone in the family would be a disaster. W knew that Peter was gay. He had not had any problem with his valet's sexuality. While he had made no overt pass on the prince, he did teach him about wanking. W felt like he could really talk and confide in him. Diana had led the search to find a valet that W felt comfortable with. She finally settled on the nephew of head of security for the job. He was only 10 years older than the young prince, making them close in age. Peter had been well trained for the job that he had been hired for. W took an instant liking to him right away. Diana felt confident that Peter was the right person for the job.

In the immediate aftermath of his mother's death, Peter was the one who locked down the prince's schedule and worked with the senior staff of the palace to control those who had access to W. Everything was being coordinated by Buckingham Palace. When Peter thought the palace/s schedule was too restrictive, he arranged some free time with his mates from school and Diana's brother. W knew that these had to kept silent, and that he couldn't even tell H about these outings. W was beginning to feel too controlled and too handled by the palace. He was beginning to understand some of what his mother had experienced with the senior royals before, during, and after the relationship with his father. W felt to more of a kindred spirit with his mom, more than the buttoned-up persona of his dad. As he confined these thoughts with Peter, the bonds of trust between the two only became deeper. It was Peter after all that suggested that W should speak of these and other feelings and thoughts with a psychologist. W said that he'd consider it, but ultimately decided against it.

In the past week or so, Peter noticed that W had seemed to go back into his shell again. He wasn't sure if it was just the moods of a teenager, or something else. W seemed happier in London being surrounded by his mates. Here, he seemed to with drawl and speed his time only with H, much like he had done in the wake of Diana's death. Peter decided that he would just keep an eye on his young charge, and when the time was right, they'd speak about it. Peter walked up to W's suite, and knocked three times as was his custom, he was just checking on W to see if he wanted some tea or any other snack. He noticed that W was working on his maths, the subject that he hated the most. W told Peter thanks, but he didn't need anything. Peter asked should he have the tutor come in and help him with his studies? W seemed lost in thought and about a million meters away from his studies. "Hmmmm?" W said. He then realized what Peter had asked him, and replied, No, thanks." Peter nodded and the prince and started to walk out. He was just about to bow at the door, as custom demanded. W had told Peter that when it was just the two of them, he didn't have to bow. It always made him feel uncomfortable. Peter tried to comply with these wishes, but custom, and his training always won out.

"Wait", W said. "Do you mind taking a walk with me? I need to get the fuck out of here for a while, and I don't want to be interrupted." Peter immediately agreed. Peter had helped W slip out of the palace and go unrecognized to restaurants or movies with his mates. W smiled and threw his maths book aside, and said, "Let's go!" W moved quickly, headed out the southwest door that was closest to where his room was, and walked toward the garage where the cars were parked. Peter talked to the drivers and let them know that he and the prince were going to get some fresh air and walk by the stream that ran through the property. One of the driver's took the keys and started to walk towards the car. "No!", W commanded, "I want Peter to drive, it will just be the two of us." The driver looked startled, but just replied, "As you wish, sir." Peter took the keys, W got into the passenger side, and off the two went. As long as he stayed on property, security didn't have to be alerted, because was secure.

As Peter drove, W fiddled with the radio. "Fuck", W said, "This is the `90's why is there not a decent radio station that we can pick up!" Peter just nodded and laughed along with the exasperated prince. So, the two drove on in silence until they reached their destination. Peter parked the Range Rover, looked over at the prince before they got out and asked, "Do you need your jacket or a light sweater? It is getting a tad cool.", he asked the prince. W replied with laughter, "Jesus, Peter, stop your mother hen act, and let's het going." Peter knew that W didn't like to be handled, and started to apologize, W stopped him. "Forget all the goddammed fucking training and be a real person with me. You always promised me when it was just you and me, we'd be mates. I need a mate now, not a fucking mother hen!" Peter nodded, both got out of the car, W nodded and they both started to walk.

W stayed silent for about a hundred yards or so, then looking at Peter asked, "Can I ask you something?" "Yes, of course, sir", he answered. William responded, "You call me sir, prince, or any other bullshit like that during this conversation, and I swear I will drown you right here in this fucking stream!" W looked at Peter, and both roared with laughter. "So what did you want to ask me?", Peter asked. W looked unsure and uneasy about this conversation. Peter looked at W and said, "You know I will never hurt you, ask anything you want and I will answer as truthfully and honestly, as I can, Will." W smiled and felt better that Peter had finally dropped all rules and customs with him. He asked in a shaky voice, "You know, ummm, how'd you know that you were, you know,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, gay?" Peter wasn't surprised by this question. He had bever heard he or his brother utter a homophobic slur or a bigoted slur against anyone. Peter always thought that this was the influence of Diana on the boys.

Peter began, "Well, I guess I have always known that I was gay. I don't think that I had those words for it when I was younger. I just considered myself to be different. In school my mates were ruby and footie types of lads. I gravitated more towards running or rowing, more individual than team. I was more interested in getting high marks in school than excelling on the sporting fields. My mates where more into "Dr. Who" and nerding out of every detail of that show more than the footie standings. Then as my mates and I grew older, they were more interested in tits and cunts, and I didn't feel like that. I mean, I liked checking out the lads in the shower block. I wanked more with thoughts of my mates than over the pop star or latest "it" actress. I heard stories of different parks where you could go, stuck your cock through a whole and get a blow job. That lead to try sneaking into movie theatres and some gay pubs. One night, in this pub I saw Jack, a mate of mine from school snogging with this older guy. He looked over at me, and just winked at me. I smiled back at him. He got up from the guy, walked over to me and said, "We need to leave now if we want to make it back before bed checks." He and I walked out, caught our bus and made it back just before curfew. We didn't talk about anything on the way back. As we turned our separate ways to our dorms, Jack said, `Let's eat lunch together out in the courtyard together.'" I agreed and met him there the next day.

Peter continued, "We met up at lunch the next day and talked about everything. All of our crushes in school and out of school. He had already come out to his parents over Christmas break, they had no problem with it. Because of his confidence in who he was, it gave me the strength I needed to come out to myself and accept myself." He had a smile on his face, and said, "Before you ask, I will tell you that we did mess around, but we were and are just friends." W quietly listened to his story, and then thanked him for his honesty. All of this really didn't help him with the questions in his own mind.

They sat silently together for a few moments just watching the stream roll past them. Peter looked at W and asked a question, "Are the lads at school giving you are hard time? Bullying you? I will call the headmaster immediately when we get back." W interrupted, "No, no, its not anything like that. I've just been having some............. Well............. You know..................thoughts about................ About.............about things lately. I, I ....................... am so confused." W broke down into tears. Peter, put his arms around W and just let him cry on his shoulder, rocking him back and forth. After a few minutes the tears stopped, and W looked around nervously and tried to regain some composure. Peter just whispered to him that he was there if he needed anyone to talk to. W just nodded and headed towards the rover.

They arrived back at the palace; Peter checked his watch and saw that they had about a hour and half until dinner was to be served. "Sir", he said "Why don't you just lie down for a little nap. I will come back up draw you a bath and lay out some clothes for you to wear to dinner tonight." W said, "Thanks" gave Peter a quick hug and went up to his room for his nap.

H had been wandering around looking for W since they had their study break this afternoon. Peter saw H on his way to W's room. He said, "Sir, good afternoon. I just came from his prince's quarters. He had asked me to let no one disturb him, he was going to take a nap. His intense work out this morning combined with the stalking had left him exhausted. I am sure the prince will feel much better, refreshed for dinner, and will want to see you afterwards. This way, please sir." H followed Peter aways from W's suite back towards his own.

All though out dinner, W could tell something was off with H. Every time W tried to catch H's eyes with a glance, H just stared down at his plate. W tried to engage with his brother in chat, H would just mumble some monosyllabic response, or not respond at all. W knew that this was going to have to be resolved as quickly after dinner as possible. W wanted nothing to do with the home movies that the adults were insisting the boys stay for after dinner. W was able to beg off with talk of his schoolwork and not wanting to fall further behind. H just rolled his eyes at his brother's lame excuse. His homework was supposed to be finished for the day so that they could be together again. H played the dutiful son and stayed for about 45 minutes to watch and listen to the old ones laugh and opine about things he really couldn't care one flying fuck about. He feigned being tired and said goodnight to all his family. He was still miffed with W and was going straight to his room.

H opened the door to his room and was surprised to see W there studying at his desk. Unable to control his emotions H looked at W and exclaimed, "What the fuck, bro?" W's face showed shock, he had not heard his brother coming into the room. W sighed and said, "Sorry about this afternoon, I know that you were excited and expecting some bro time today. I just needed some time to sort things out in my mind, so Peter took me out to the stream for some fresh air and to talk." H raised an eyebrow and looked at his brother and asked, "What did you talk about." "We just talked", W responded. W still looked unsure but taking a deep breath he continued. "Do you think we are gay for doing what we are doing? Does it make us gay if we like doing these things?"