9
The farmhouse was misty and dim with the grey light of early dawn when Dorian woke.
The air felt chilly and smelled of rain.
Hadrian lay curled against him, face buried in his side and nearly covered by the old brown blanket they shared, his rosy skin a stark contrast to Dorian’s earthy brown.
Dorian smiled down at the messy tufts of blond curls that escaped around the blanket and imagined all the things Hadrian would say if he was awake.
The image of them lying in bed, talking, laughing, touching played in his head like a far-off dream his heart ached for.
That ache was dangerous.
No matter what either of them wanted, their lives would always be in danger if they were together.
They couldn’t stay on this farm forever.
They were bound to be caught by one side or the other eventually and killed or worse.
But where else could they go together that would be any safer?
Dorian couldn’t go home, but that didn’t mean Hadrian couldn’t with the right story.
He still had a chance at something better than a cold death on a muddy field.
And Dorian had no right to ask him to give that up because he was afraid.
Because he dared to dream of something more.
He reluctantly extracted himself from Hadrian’s side with only a little difficulty.
The fatigue of the past days was mostly gone, but what Hadrian hadn’t been able to heal still pulled at him.
His shoulder mostly. But he had endured worse in far more inhospitable environments.
He went to the well room and washed and cleaned his mouth with icy water, which helped wake him up but did little for his mood.
When he made his way back to the living area, he found Hadrian sitting on the side of the bed, still shirtless and no less disheveled.
Dorian’s eyes roamed over his bare chest and abdomen.
His body wasn’t bulky like Dorian’s, but he was not thin either.
Hadrian was still a soldier, no matter what role he played.
But right now he looked lithe and sensual, and utterly perfect.
He smiled brightly at Dorian, and his heart skipped.
Dorian moved toward him, casting off his grey thoughts as he went.
Whatever was going to happen to them, it wasn’t happening right then in the pearly light of the early morning.
“Did you sleep well?” Hadrian asked when he came to stand in front of him. Dorian reached down and swept a stray curl from his forehead.
“Yes.”
“Did you get water?”
“Yes.”
“Are you feeling alright?”
Dorian chuckled. “Yes. Better than I have been.”
“Good,” Hadrian said, and reached up and tugged his pants down. Seeing as they were Hadrian’s and didn’t fit without him leaving them unbuttoned, they pooled around his ankles easily.
“What are you doing?” Dorian asked in startled surprise.
“Returning the favor,” Hadrian said with a grin.
“But…oh.”
Hadrian leaned forward and took him in his mouth. He was still soft, but it only took a few seconds of Hadrian’s clever tongue and warm, wet mouth before that was no longer the case. Dorian tangled one hand in his hair and splayed the fingers of the other over Hadrian’s back.
“Hadrian,” he breathed. “You don’t…oh. Oh, fuck.”
Hadrian took him deep and swallowed around him, and Dorian was sure he was going to come right there in another embarrassingly fast performance. But Hadrian pulled back and looked up at him, his bright eyes sparkling with mirth.
“Did you want me to stop?”
All Dorian could do was shake his head. Looking at this beautiful man, lips red and wet, so eager to give him pleasure, words and any amount of common sense he may have once had failed him completely.
Hadrian looked pleased with his response and licked a long, slow strip up his cock that made Dorian mutter and groan before sucking him down again.
Hadrian wrapped one arm around him and squeezed a handful of his ass, pulling him in closer as he worked him faster.
With the other, he undid his own pants and took his hard cock in his hand, pumping it erratically.
The sight was the hottest thing Dorian had ever seen.
Tingling heat spread down his spine and he thrust into Hadrian’s mouth—gently at first. He meant to be gentle.
But soon his hand was cupped around the back of Hadrian’s head and he was fucking his mouth with abandon.
Hadrian moaned around him and looked up at him, his blue eyes hungry with desire, and for the first time Dorian truly believed Hadrian wanted him. Wanted all of him.
Dorian thrust fast and deep and oh gods, it felt so good.
His strong legs trembled, and his thrusting became erratic as pleasure threatened to overwhelm him.
He finally threw his head back and came whispering Hadrian’s name and gripping him hard.
Hadrian sucked him until pleasure crossed into pain before pulling away.
Dorian was still in a dumbstruck haze from his orgasm, but Hadrian hadn’t come yet and he was not going to let him do that alone.
“Get on the bed,” he rasped, and Hadrian complied instantly, laying himself down on top of the blanket.
Dorian blinked stupidly at the sight of him naked and hard for a moment as if he thought he might disappear.
How could this man only become more beautiful every time he looked?
“Don’t stop,” he said finally. “Touch yourself. I want to see.” Hadrian’s hand went back to his erection, stroking more evenly now as he watched him with hooded eyes.
Dorian crawled into the bed, spreading Hadrian’s thighs with a knee so he could lay between them.
He kissed Hadrian fiercely, savoring the taste of his mouth and the way he opened so easily for him.
He pushed his legs further apart and reached down to caress Hadrian’s balls as he continued to stroke himself.
Hadrian broke their kiss and dropped his head back on the pillow, moaning loudly.
“Dorian, that feels so good. I’m already so close.”
Dorian lowered his head and nipped along the soft skin of his neck, and Hadrian tilted his head to give him better access. His pale chest was flushed with pleasure now and he was arching into his strokes.
“You are so beautiful when you come, Hadrian. I could watch you forever,” Dorian whispered into his ear.
It was a damning admission, perhaps, but a true one all the same.
Hadrian’s hand went to his hair, holding him tightly against his neck as he cried out his name, and if Dorian hadn’t just finished himself, he would have been hard all over again from the sound.
Hot cum spread over both their stomachs and chests as Hadrian’s orgasm crested.
They lay together in silence for a long time, Dorian with his face pressed into Hadrian’s neck, one arm still wrapped around his thigh. Hadrian’s hand still buried in his hair, holding him tightly. Their bodies pressed together as the morning light waxed and intruded on their reprieve.
Finally, Hadrian shifted under him. “You’re a mess again.”
“At least it wasn’t the pants this time.”
Hadrian laughed, the sound vibrating against Dorian’s chest. “That is true. I am running out of those. It would be a terrible shame if you had to go naked.”
Dorian propped himself up and looked down at him. They were both smiling now.
“I should make us breakfast,” Hadrian said.
“More vegetables?” Dorian groaned.
“Don’t complain. They are good for you. I will get the sunbell for tea though. That will help. There’s no sugar. I had some in my pack, but it got wet so I had to throw it out, so we’ll have to drink it plain like savages.”
“Stay here,” Dorian said as he stood up and put his pants back on.
“Don’t go out there without me.”
Hadrian scoffed. “I am capable of going fifty feet without a guide.”
“Stay here,” Dorian said more firmly over his shoulder. He went to the well room and cleaned himself up quickly and returned with a wet rag. Hadrian was still sprawled on the bed, completely naked. His sleek body stretched out, one long pale leg over the side.
Dorian resisted the urge to remove his own clothes and crawl back in beside him. Instead, he knelt beside the bed and ran the cloth over Hadrian’s stomach and chest. He jumped and shivered at the cold.
“Sorry,” Dorian said, finishing as quickly as he could. “I should have thought to warm it.”
“Don’t be silly,” Hadrian laughed. “I don’t need special treatment. I’ve handled far worse.”
“I have no doubt. But you shouldn’t have to.”