King James I is coming through Newmarket today. So all the pretty boys have turned up, trying to get his attention. Finding themselves out in the country where us farmers are trying to tend our fields.

You can tell that none of them are very wealthy. Wearing earth tones so they blend into the fuckin’ scenery. They’d have a better chance if they were standing there bare as a babe.

Walking up to a lad, I can’t help but note his blue garments. “Never on time is he, His Maj?” My voice is deep and husky as I look amongst the other lads. “Bet you thought you were being clever, avoiding the crowds on the High Street but, not the only one with the idea are ya, sweet?”

I scoff seeing one of the boys wearing a round topped tall hat for fuck sakes. “No, we get all the Peacock Petes here when the King visits for the gee-gees. All hoping his eyes, or lower, will wander.”

“I’m just here on business.” The boy finally speaks, and I can’t help but notice the stick up his ass. I’m going to fun with him.

“What’s your business, sir?” I ask, looking over him carefully. “Are you hammer or anvil? Shovel or bucket? Or both?” Raising my eyebrows, I can’t help but notice you stifling a laugh while standing beside him.

“I’m going to punch you in both your eyes.” The fancy blue boy threatens me with a flat smile.

“I don’t mind,” I shrug before leaning closer to him. “I like it rough. As long as we cuddle after. Mm. Though, I can pay. A bit.”

“I’m not for hire.” He says through clenched teeth. Apparently I’ve offended him, and tickled your funny bone as you giggle.

“You’d bend over for the King.” I can’t help but point out. As It’s why all the pretty boys are here. “His body’s no better than mine.”

“Well, he’s the King.” The boy reminds me before turning to face me unimpressed. “And you are what, exactly?”

“Available.” I state simply as the King’s carriage finally makes an appearance. Oh how the Peacock Petes start showing their feathers. Little boy blue chasing after the king, and falls face first in the mud for his efforts.