13. Theo
Chapter thirteen
Theo
I want him to think I’m some experienced, confident, sexy warrior…but I am very much not.
Not at all.
Back at Greymarch Manor, I was kept isolated from all but a few guards who were involved in my training and protection. I kissed one of them once , but it never got any farther…
…and now I’m twenty-five and in Vaelin’s house and I want him so badly and my heart is pounding–
His hands slide up over my chest to tug at the lapels of my shirt, but he pauses over my heart, resting his hand there. We pull away and I open my eyes to see that he’s frowning.
“You okay?” he asks.
I nod. “Yeah, just–excited, that’s all.”
I don’t know how he can tell–maybe it’s the tremor in my voice, the way my cheeks flush–but he cocks an eyebrow. “Hey…” he starts. “Have you ever done this before?”
“Sex?” I blurt out. “Yeah, of course I have.”
He laughs. “Did you know you’re a horrible liar?”
I grin. “That’s what I have you for.”
“Rude.”
My face falls. “I didn’t mean to–”
“I’m kidding,” he says. “In that case…come with me.”
He takes my hand, clearly forgetting about the
I didn’t see it earlier, but his bed is actually near the hearth, tucked away behind a cluttered bookshelf. It’s warm back here, cozy–his bed almost certainly too small for us to sleep without getting cramped. That reminds me that we’re not here to sleep, we’re here to…
Vaelin’s hands go to his tunic, untucking it and pulling it off over his head to toss on the floor. I lose my breath at the sight of him–slender, muscular, with a tattoo in elven across his collarbone. I’ll have to ask what it means one day; not tonight, because I don’t think I can force my lips to form words right now.
I’m standing there like a stupid lug when Vaelin comes back and takes my hand again, then leads me to the bed. It’s a simple wooden frame and I worry I’ll break it, but it just groans as he sits me down. Sitting like this, I’m eye to eye with him, and Vaelin tugs at the hem of my tunic.
“Can I take this off?” he asks.
I nod, wordless, and Vaelin does as he promised–pulling my tunic off over my head. He lets out this shuddering breath when he sees me, his eyes going wide as they roam over my torso.
“Is it…is it bad?” I ask.
“Gods, no,” Vaelin says. “I’ve just–I don’t think I’ve ever seen quite this much muscle in one place.”
He leans forward and kisses me again, then pulls his lips away to go lower.
His tongue flicks over my pulse.
I melt.
He’s taking his time with me, but I don’t know if I want him to; I’m eager, willing, begging for…for what, I’m not sure. I don’t know if he’ll want to fuck me or want me to fuck him. The bottom line is that I’ll give him anything.
Vaelin kisses a line down my throat, to my chest, over my shoulders. His hands roam over my muscles, the soft hair there, my abs. I jerk a little at his touch–I’m ticklish–and he laughs low in his throat.
“Ticklish?” he asks.
His tongue darts over my left nipple, and all I can do is take a raspy breath. “Yes.”
He moves to the other nipple, rolling the first between his fingers. I’ve never experienced anything like this and it makes my hips buck, my cheeks flush. Vaelin notices and increases the rhythm, the tension mounting.
I’m so hard I can barely stand it.
“Vaelin…” I moan, reaching for him. I wind my fingers into his hair, trying to pull him closer as he kisses lower, lower…
His hands are on my belt now, working at the clasp. The anticipation mounts, almost overwhelms. “Can I take these off, too?” he asks.
“Please–”
He somehow gets my belt off in a blink, then he’s untying the lace of my breeches. I feel like I’m about to rip through my pants–I try to make a mental note that I need to buy a second pair if I’m going to be spending much time with Vaelin. I move my hips off the bed just enough for him to pull my pants down and pull my cock free–
His fingers wrap around it.
Oh…oh gods…
“I’d always been told orcs are well-endowed, but this …” he trails off. “Can I suck it?”
Can he suck it?
Is he really asking?
I nod vigorously.
Again, no words.
And then his mouth is on me, hot and wet, taking me as deep as he can. I’m big, and I want to be gentle with him, but I’m starting to lose my grip on decency entirely. I want to ravish him, to make him feel the way he’s making me feel.
“Vaelin,” I gasp.
He strokes me, pulls his lips free with a pop. “Too much?”
“No, it’s good…keep going…”
“You taste amazing,” he murmurs.
He gets back into it with renewed fervor, sucking me and stroking me at the same time, I feel his tongue lap at the tip, drawing out precum. He fondles my shaft, my balls. I take his hair in one hand and lean back with the other, starting to thrust. “I’m gonna…I’m going to…Vaelin–”
He stops suddenly, pulling himself away from me. I was right on the brink, but now I’m coming back from it, watching as Vaelin stands and yanks his own pants off. His cock is like the rest of him–slender, graceful, beautiful–and I get the answer to one of my unspoken questions when he climbs on top of me to straddle me.
His cock slides between us.
I can’t…I can’t control myself.
Vaelin grinds on me, rocking his ass against my cock, his hands clasped at the back of my neck. Yes…yes, oh gods yes. I can’t believe I missed out on this my whole life, and I make a promise to myself right then and there that I’ll take every opportunity to make love to him until the day we die.
“Do you want to fuck me?” he asks.
“I want to make love to you,” I say at the same time.
He pauses, looks me in the eye. I think I messed up. I need to apologize. He’s suddenly moving away from me, lurching toward the dresser drawer, and I’m wondering if he’s going to kick me out–
But he comes back with a vial of shimmering liquid instead.
“This,” he says, “is made with faerie dust. It’s going to uh…help me accommodate you?”
“Oh.” My breaths are coming sharp and fast now, my anxiety and anticipation mounting. “ Oh .”
“It might tingle a bit…”
He pours some on his hand, then expertly caps the bottle again with the other. Then he’s reaching down, grasping me, stroking that shimmery liquid up and down.
I lean into his shoulder and kiss the hollow of his neck. “Gods…”
“Don’t come yet,” he says. “I want to give this to you, please. Just…”
His hand moves from my cock to himself; he rubs between his cheeks, moaning softly.
“Are you ready?” he asks.
“More than ready,” I respond.
I feel him sink slightly, his ass kissing the head of my cock…
…then he’s taking me in.
Down. Down .
I can’t imagine it feels good–he’s so small and I’m so big, I was an idiot to think this could possibly work out–but Vaelin groans and just keeps sinking . It must be the faerie dust, because he someone takes all of me, hissing out a pleasured breath.
He clenches, tight, tight–
“I can’t hold out,” I warn him.
“You can,” he says. “Oh…oh gods…”
He starts to rock on my cock, his arms wrapped around my neck, his knees on either side of my hips. All I can do is hold his hips and watch him–trying to focus on not coming too soon, because I know that would be embarrassing and I want to show him better than that.
“You feel…you feel perfect,” he says, voice breathy. His cock is slapping against my stomach as he starts to ride me. I want to do something, anything to make him feel even better. “You…yes!”
He stops when I wrap my hand around his cock, stroking it like I would my own. I don’t know any better, but I guess it works, because I feel his ass spasm around me, a little spurt of silvery pre-cum leaking out of him.
“Keep doing that,” he begs. “Please.”
“Okay,” I nod. “Yeah…yes…”
We start a rhythm, Vaelin riding my cock, rocking his hips in perfect time. I can feel myself slipping into euphoria, into the feel of him.
“Theo…” he groans. “Yes, Theo, yes–”
His words spark something inside me, something that’s been long dormant. I lose myself in the rhythm, moving him the way I want on my cock, listening to him chant my name.
More precum leaks from his cock.
I need…
With a growl, I hold him by the hips and flip him onto his back, finding a new spot that makes him scream. He lets out a cry, fingers clawing at my shoulders. I would wonder if I’ve hurt him, but he gives me this sex-drunk smile and nods.
“Keep going,” he gasps. “I need to feel you.”
So I do.
I thrust my hips into him, his legs splayed wide, his cock wet with his own arousal. I reach for it again, holding myself up on one arm, and Vaelin just lets himself give in—runs his hand up and down that muscled arm, the other over my chest. I keep tugging on his cock, feeling myself near the edge…
“Come for me, Theo,” Vaelin urges.
And it’s those simple words that do it.
I come with a throttled groan, letting out everything I’ve been struggling with these past few days…or weeks. I release my anger over being kicked out of Greymarch Manor, my fear of the unknown, of the father I never met.
Because being here with Vaelin?
That’s what matters…and all that led me here.
I inhale the smell of him, inkblots and woodsmoke and…well, just a hint of baked bread. As I pull out, Vaelin groans, and I graze my lips over his skin.
“That was incredible,” I breathe.
“Your first time is always incredible.”
“But…” I pull my head up to look him in the eye. “You’re special, Vaelin. I mean that.”
He twines his fingers with mine, then he pulls me to lie down beside him. Vaelin snuggles up next to me, yanking the blanket over us both. My body curves to his perfectly, holding him close, and I realize the bed isn’t too small.
It’s just right.