Chapter 4
Charles pulled the door to, hurried to the kitchen, and prepared a pot of tea, needing to be away from the man for a moment or two. He loaded a tray with milk and sugar along with a pile of bread, Twelfth Night cake, and cheese and then was forced to grip the edge of the table and take several deep breaths. He had never been kissed like that before in his life and it seemed to have triggered something in him that was like a live thing coursing through his entire body, but gathering into his heart and his groin. His chest was so full it hurt, and his cock simply throbbed. Beside the intense physical reaction remained a very real fear deep within him that he would not be able to revive him, or would not know how best to help him to heal, and if he took with a fever, he was not sure he had the right things to hand.