The door to the prince's room suddenly opens. The two who are in a seemingly awkward position on the bed pervades with aghast. It is Gabriel who carries a tray with a pitcher full of water and glasses. When he enters, he fails to notice the two on the prince's bed, as the curtains that hang from its pillar keep the two from being seen from the door. Gabriel places the tray on the prince's study table.
Quickly, Gianni jumps out of bed and closes the buttons of his shirt. The prince, meanwhile, just pretends to be asleep.
Gabriel knows something is going on. The loud silence of the room is strange. He checks the right side of the bed and sees Gianni in the act of buttoning his garments.
"What are you doing?" Gabriel says as he approaches Gianni.
"G-G-Gabriel," Gianni quickly finishes, "two of my buttons got loose."
"Oh," Gabriel has his doubts and sees the prince sleeping on his bed, "and what is the prince doing?"
"He passed out," Gianni explains, 'he has mental fatigue from the match he had with the queen."
"He passed out half-naked?" Gabriel's flames of doubt burn even brighter.
"Well, he said it's too hot, so he removed his shirt and tunic."
"Really?" Gabriel remains unconvinced. "Just what were you really doing?"
"I just ordered Gianni to massage my back," the prince stops pretending.
"Oh, I see," his words finally persuade Gabriel, and he stops pressing on the issue. He hands a glass of water to the prince.
"Will you proceed to the dining hall tonight?" Gabriel asks. "Or will you eat here in your room?"
"Tell them that I'm too tired to join them tonight, so I prefer eating here in my bedroom."
"Understood, Your Highness," Gabriel goes on his way to tell the other royals of his decision. Thereafter, he proceeds to the kitchen to fetch His Highness' dinner.
Gianni, meanwhile, stays in the room. He awaits the prince's orders for him.
"Gianni," the prince gets out of bed exposing his muscular torso and sexy abs, which are a masterpiece work of art. He stands there, looking at Gianni who spends five seconds staring at him, "help me change."
"Understood, Your Highness," Gianni opens the prince's closet and gets the clothes that the prince asks for. He brings them to him, laying them over the bedsheets.
"Remove my slacks first," the prince orders and Gianni does so.
While Gianni is removing the prince's slacks, Gabriel suddenly enters the room and sees the two in the act. Gabriel instantly becomes an embodiment of aghast. His joints tremble and his appendages shake, dropping the tray he carries. The prince's dinner splatters all over the rugs and on the wooden mahogany floor. The glasses and the wares are broken. The broken sound reaches outside, attracting the attention of the knights and maids, who immediately check on the prince.
The maids clean the entire mess, as Gabriel stands frozen. Julien walks toward him and slaps him on the left cheek.
"Focus, Gabriel." The prince releases him from his trance.
After the entire process, the room once again is the measure of sanity. A giant lotus carnation rug and a diamond-shaped azure rug replace the giant rectangular rug at the center of the room and the smaller oval emerald one by the doorway, respectively. Lacquer is reapplied to the mahogany floor. And the broken dishes and wares have been cleaned up, not a single trace remains inside the room.
The prince orders his butlers to retire. The two leave the room and take their meal. Although with Gianni's company, Gabriel is oblivious and listless during the duration. When they return to their quarters, Gabriel becomes even more oblivious.
"Gabriel," Gianni calls out, "Gabriel. Hey, Gabriel. What are you thinking about, Gabriel?" He calls out multiple times. He eventually sits beside him and touches his right shoulder. "Gabriel."
"Gianni," he turns to the latter, but avoids eye contact, diverting his gaze away, "I messed up today, huh?"
"Everybody messes up, Gabriel," Gianni tells him. "Nobody is immaculate, nobody is flawless. We all have our flaws and imperfections. That is why we make mistakes."
Gabriel becomes oblivious once more.
"Gabriel," Gianni forces him to break out of trance, "look, you are the best butler I know. You always do your tasks perfectly. You do everything with such grace that it inspires me to serve the prince with the best of my abilities."
"I'm no longer worthy to serve him."
"No, don't say that. You are more worthy than anyone to serve His Highness."
"I have something in my mind, Gianni."
"Spill it, I'll listen," Gianni holds his shoulders as he speaks. Gabriel feels Gianni's warmth, touching his hands in response.
"You see, I'm always distracted whenever you get to be alone with His Highness."
"Distracted? Why are you distracted?"
"I don't know. Ever since you came, you have always been inside my head."
"You dislike me?"
"NO, I don't dislike you."
"You're angry at me?"
"NO, No."
"Then, what is it?"
"I-I-I…"
"Tell me, Gabriel."
"I…like you, okay?"
"You like me?"
"I do, and ever since you did weird stuff with the prince, I always got angry and jealous."
Gianni could not muster a single word in response. His only answer is the continuous eye contact he is making with the person who confessed.
"I cannot explain what I feel, Gianni. When I saw what you were doing today, removing those trousers off him, I just could not understand why I was so full of anger, pain, and aghast."
Gabriel keeps talking until Gianni holds his head and kisses him on the forehead, which makes him stop.
"Gabriel," Gianni holds his cheeks, "I like you the way you are. Don't get jealous, the prince is already engaged plus, he can't do anything scandalous. He is just messing with me since I'm new to this job."
"If you like me that much," Gianni continues, "I'm willing to reciprocate what you feel about me."
Gabriel suddenly embraces Gianni and kisses him. Gianni wants to break free from his embrace, but his luscious lips warm his whole body, rendering him powerless against Gabriel. Gianni returns Gabriel's embrace, as the two slowly position themselves on the bed. The two feel heaven's ecstasy as their lips touch. Their bodies brush against each other. The flames in their hearts burn bright that night. Their heat is fiercer than fire. Like a burning blaze that turns everything to ashes, they slowly remove each piece of their garment.
With the two naked on their top, their kiss continuous passionately. Their lips create a cycle of addiction within their hearts. Once their mouths are in contact, they want more and more prolonging the exchange of affection, taking the cycle back to the starting line.
Gabriel rubs Gianni's stiff hard thing and sucks on his chest. Gianni never felt so good in his life. It is like freedom from slavery. A light in the darkest cave. Gianni moans as he hyperventilates, keeping Gabriel's head tight on his chest, holding him with his hair to not let go. The experience is surreal.
Gianni stops Gabriel and does the same thing for him. Gabriel moans loudly, but he keeps most of it suppressed biting his lower lip. He holds Gianni's hand as it rubs against his, guiding its path. He moves his hips up and down joining with the rhythm of Gianni's hand, slowly accelerating.
He kisses Gianni once more and rubs his, too. Gianni feels amazing as Gabriel savors his lower lip, playing with it with his lustful lips. He just cannot stop what Gabriel does. Gabriel penetrates Gianni's mouth with his tongue, playing inside. Gianni cooperates with his machinations and they both acquire new experiences. They begin sweating bullets, not feeling the cold autumn breeze blowing through the open window.
The two pick up the pace, doing things faster. They, then rub each other, using their rods stiff and hard, hot, and large. With one going up and the other down, and vice versa. Their emotions overpower their rationality as they speed up for more.
They finally break their kiss, focusing on pleasuring one another. Gabriel squeezes Gianni's butt, while Gianni holds Gabriel's back tightly. And with a great embrace, the two come together at once. Their lower garments become utterly and completely wet.
The two hyperventilates. It is the first time they have had such an experience. Fatigue overcomes them. They strip everything off and both fall asleep. Under one blanket, Gianni lays on his back, while Gabriel hugs him across his chest. The two sleeps soundly.
Before the morning comes, Gabriel already wakes up. He realizes what they did but instead of being shocked, he feels happy from the bottom of his heart. He kisses sleeping Gianni on the forehead and covers him with a blanket.
He feels tired from last night's exchange of affection. He stretches and makes his way to the window. He stretches, activating his heat-fatigued muscles. Every time he would touch parts of his body, he can remember how Gianni did it with him last night.
He then prepares for another day in the palace, waking up Gianni in the process. By daybreak, the two are ready two serve the prince.