Chapter Seven #2
The pretty man bucked his hips forward again, and Arvus didn’t move his own, meaning that Trill was ground deliciously against the pretty man’s cock. He let out a moan which made the pretty man make an answering needy sound.
“All right, all right,” the pretty man said. “No more teasing, or we’re not going to make it home, and I definitely can’t handle the back of the pub like I used to.”
And just like that, the focus snapped back to making sure that the pretty man was all right. He looked a little bemused—and maybe a little upset—when he wound up with one of them on either side of him leading him off the dance floor.
“I’m not an invalid!” he said mulishly. He frowned. “I am an invalid, and it’s infuriating.”
Trill said, “You don’t want to be laid out on your bed while I ride your cock?”
The pretty man blinked at him, desire spiked in the air, and he said intently, “I definitely want that.”
Arvus leaned in and kissed the side of his head. “So let’s go do that, baby. We always wanted to bring him home.”
Trill pressed another thin stream of energy into the side he was touching.
Arvus had made sure that he was on the pretty man’s injured side, but Trill could still direct the energy from this side.
And Arvus was obviously stronger—he needed to be on the injured side in case the pretty man actually had trouble with his leg.
They made it out of the pub and began the walk back to the castle at a slow and steady pace to accommodate the pretty man’s limp. Thankfully, it wasn’t as pronounced as Trill had seen before, and he was glad.
“What’s your name?” the pretty man asked.
“I’m Trill. Well, Trillad. But everyone calls me Trill.”
The pretty man smiled. “It suits you.”
Trill had always thought so.
“I’m Arvus,” the big man said from the other side of the pretty man. “And this is Molun.”
Molun. What a nice name.
“Nice to meet you,” Trill said. He grinned. “I’m really looking forward to this.”
Molun laughed. It was a beautiful sound. “We’re glad.”
“When I saw you with that other man a few days ago, I wished that it was me,” Trill confessed.
“Why didn’t you come over?” Arvus asked.
Trill shook his head. “Oh, no. You picked him. If you changed your minds and picked me instead, imagine how he would have felt. You chose him, and he deserved to enjoy a night with you.”
Molun’s hand tightened around his waist. “You’re very sweet. And you were very patient.”
Trill shrugged. “I see lots of pretty people. You are two of the prettiest. But that doesn’t mean that I’ll ever get to be yours. I would never want to get between you.” He flashed them a grin. “Well, apart from in the obvious way.”
This made them both laugh, and Trill grinned, pleased with himself.
They stopped at the entrance to the castle, and Trill waited until the drawbridge was lowered, hoping he wasn’t making a mistake after all.
Something of what he was feeling must have shown on his face.
“Oh.” Molun cleared his throat. “I guess we should have clarified. “Home is, uh, the castle. Surprise!”
Trill huffed an amused breath. “It was clear that you were Mage Warriors from the beginning. You showed me that water trick, remember?”
Molun grinned. “Oh, yes, so I did. But you needn’t be scared. Our bedroom is quite the normal size, promise.”
Trill laughed. “Yes, I’m looking forward to that part.”
They made it past the Warriors at the drawbridge with an inclination of the head.
No one seemed surprised that Molun and Arvus had brought someone back with them, and that meant it would be entirely routine for Trill to leave in the morning.
If he was really lucky, he would catch a glimpse of his uncle before he left.
He tried not to stare around himself too obviously as Molun and Arvus led him through the corridors, and then they had to climb up the stairs, which was slow and looked a little painful. Trill’s fingers itched to help. It looked like Arvus’s did, too.
“Baby,” he said.
Molun’s expression was stubborn. “It’s not too bad tonight.”
“Please let me help.”
Molun’s expression went wooden. Trill knew what it was like to feel like you couldn’t do what you were supposed to do. So he put on his best leer.
“Wouldn’t you rather save your energy for what you’re going to do in bed with me? I promise I can make it worth your while.”
Molun huffed a laugh that sounded a little frustrated, and then he sighed and leaned back against Arvus, who had been carefully shadowing him the whole time.
“All right,” he whispered. “Just this once.”
Trill hoped it wasn’t just this once, because he wasn’t going to be able to heal him fast enough to make sure the stairs weren’t painful the next time Molun needed to use them.
There were at least four levels in the castle—he hadn’t been able to tell for sure—but it was pretty clear that Molun couldn’t simply stay on one level all the time.
Arvus swept Molun up into his arms, and Molun clung to him, that heartbreaking mixture of frustration and relief on his face.
Trill pressed his hands behind his back, curled them into fists, and didn’t let himself touch the other man the way he wanted to.
He’d be able to touch him all night, and he could release a careful, controlled amount of energy then.
Now was not the time to do something stupid and put his blissful night and the small chance of seeing his uncle in jeopardy.
No, Trill was going to be smart, even if it pained him.
They took the stairs more quickly now, even with Arvus carrying his partner, and Trill thought of all those muscles and what he could do with them.
“Could you fuck someone while carrying them up the stairs?” he asked curiously.
Arvus faltered slightly, and Molun made a happy noise.
“Ooh, we haven’t tried that, have we? I thought we’d tried everything.”
“We’re not going to try it right now,” Arvus said firmly.
Molun pouted, and Trill barely managed not to laugh. Arvus rolled his eyes.
“No,” he said firmly.
Molun’s lip quivered. Arvus now looked like he was trying not to smile.
“Baby, we’re in the middle of the castle, and anyone could come up or down these stairs at any point. Remember that we agreed to try not to get caught having sex?”
The pout just got more pouty before Molun said, “We promised Brannal we’d try not to get caught having sex. I don’t care if Cormal yells at us.”
Trill perked up at the mention of his uncle. Maybe—
“Baby,” Arvus said, and his voice was a little sterner now.
Molun was petting his chest. “But Arvus—”
Arvus shot him a look.
Molun let out a big sigh. “All right.”
Now Arvus shot Trill a look. “No more big ideas today, all right? Or only ones that are confined to the bedroom.”
Trill nodded, feeling a bit bad. “All right. Sorry.”
Molun reached out, and Trill put his hand in the other man’s.
“No, no, he doesn’t mean it like that. He just worries about me. I would probably have been able to convince him if I wasn’t hurt, because we could have run off if we heard someone coming. I can’t really run off now. He worries too much.”
“No such thing,” Arvus said gruffly.
Molun smiled, but his eyes were sad again.
Trill squeezed his hand. “I promise I can come up with good things to do in the bedroom, too.”
Molun laughed, and desire sparked again, sharp and delicious. “I’m sure you can. And don’t think I’ve forgotten that you promised to ride me.”
Trill grinned at him.
They made it out of the stairs and down the corridor without running into anyone. (Might they have managed the stairs after all? It was probably not worth the risk.)
Trill opened the door when Molun pointed, and then he was inside what proved to be a beautiful-looking sitting room.
There were shelves full of books, a table with four chairs, and super comfy-looking armchairs by the big fireplace.
Plus, the room was full of plants, and a painting of the sea hung over the fireplace.
It actually afforded lots of excellent locations for sex, but since he wanted to make Molun forget that he’d ever felt held back by his leg, Trill looked around and then pointed.
“Bedroom?”
Molun grinned. “You sound eager.”
Trill matched the smile. “Do you know how many nights I imagined bouncing on your cock?”
The arousal spiked so sharply in the air that Trill could almost taste it even while actively trying not to do so.
“I want you naked and on the bed in ten seconds,” Molun said, voice low.
Trill stripped off his vest and shirt as he kicked off his boots. He unfastened and shucked his trousers and underclothes a moment later, and then he was crawling onto the beautiful big bed. Truly, it was one of the nicest beds he’d ever laid on. He flopped onto his back, stretching out.
“Oh, wow, this is really nice.”
They were both staring at him, he realized, not the bed. He grinned, arranging himself more deliberately now.
“See something you like?”