"I suppose so" James replied casually, "I guess I hadn't ever really thought about it.". That was true in part, he hadn't really ever thought about it, mind you John was so attractive now... his toned physique, his soft tan, his York smile. James couldn't help feeling turned on when ever seeing him shirtless.
George lounged a couple ore minuets before he briskly disappeared back in the direction in which he came. James used the opportunity to get up and dressed for the rest of the day, and after being dressed into one of his finest tunics, trousers, jerkin and of course hats he left his bedroom chamber to the maids who were beginning to tidy up. All the way down stairs cousin John was on his mind... damn George for putting a sexualised John into his head. God forbid the day he has to take a women into his bed, he couldn't think about guys and only guys like this for the rest of his life.
The week was fairly mundane, there were court events, meetings with important nobles and foreign diplomats, nothing particularly exciting. James had spent them talking with courtiers, laughing and jokes both funny and unfunny and gossiping over drinks, and the finest foods in all the kingdom. In set was the time he spent young ladies of court, letting them fawn over him, and of course flirting with the odd handsome young lord, knight of squire. For much of the time he couldn't help thinking about John and his hot body, he'd only seen John once, in full suit of armour, and in their short conversation James was almost willing John to invite him into his bed. But alas nothing.
James awoke late the next Saturday morning, he hadn't retired until gone midnight the previous night on account of a grand feast held in honour of the the Gonfaloniere of Siècle's final day of his state visit. The meal had been 34 courses, by the time it was over James was stuffed. He should have known he'd eaten too much from each course, It was good that he'd not drunk too much otherwise the contents of his stomach would likely have been a problem for the poor maids to clean up the following morning. He lifted up the duvet and slid to the end of the bed and sat, while he pulled off his pyjama shirt and bottoms. James was no longer bloated as he had been the previous evening, there was however a small but distinct roll of flab protruding onto his underwear.
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