A Seditious Affair (Society of Gentlemen, #2)

by K.J. Charles

If Lord Maltravers had known that the requirement for membership was a taste for men, he would have had an apoplexy. Dominic wished he would.

Silas smiled. A little, almost shy smile, not the snarling one Dominic was used to. “Love seeketh not itself to please.” His palm over Dominic’s groin, gently massaging his growing arousal. “Nor for itself hath any care; But for another gives its ease.” Other hand freeing the buttons of his breeches. “And builds a Heaven in Hell’s despair.”

Silas ran a finger along Dominic’s length. “Heaven in Hell’s despair. You’re mine, understand? Mine to the bone.” “Yes.” Too true, hopelessly true.

“Don’t. Don’t say it.” “I must. I have been coming to love you for a long time, you damned seditious brute, as I almost found the courage to tell you earlier. Wednesday by Wednesday, week by week, I have loved you.” He ran his hands gently down Silas’s sides, to his hips. “I know the burden this puts on you, and that it is a crackbrained, dangerous way to go on, but I also know what it is to lay my life waste. I will not do it again.”

Wednesday by Wednesday, week by week, I have loved you.

David and Jonathan, they’d called themselves, Achilles and Patroclus, and forgotten that neither of those stories had a happy ending.

It was hard to keep up the fight for the freedom of your fellow man when your fellow man was a bastard.

it shouldn’t be fucking charity that kept children from starving and the old folk from freezing, as if the country belonged to the rich by right and everyone else lived at their sufferance and by their whim.

“Heaven preserve me from a man of principle.” “Ah, you love it. Politics, pricks, and principle, that’s what you like most.”

Silas, you have everything of me that matters,