“What is it?” Duncan’s heart plummeted.
“I’m trying to recall where I put something.” William fingered his chin and took a few steps toward the chest of drawers, leaning down to open the bottom one.
Duncan craned his neck to see what his lover was after, then stretched way out for a better view.
“Stay in bed,” William ordered. He turned from the drawers and went to the wardrobe.
“What are you seeking?”
“Something I obtained from the Orient on one of my voyages there. Ah!” William came back to the bed holding a small round vial. He grinned.
“What is that? Ale?”
“Nay, simpleton. ‘Tis too small a container for ale, do you not think? ‘Tis a massage oil they use there.”
“You wish me to give you a massage with this?”
William rolled his eyes. “No. Can you not think of what I wish to use it for, Duncan?”
Duncan thought a moment. If not a massage, then…oh…his ass. Now he could barely contain his excitement. He reached for the small container.