Chapter 1- Sweet Sense Of Love
Note: Okay, okay, I know they're father and son, but just try and place this when both of them were innocence and didn't know that themselves. Thanks for reading, please review!
Eragon's eyelids wavered. Feeling sleep fast upon him, he blinked quickly and glanced over the hot, flickering flames at Brom. The older man was quiet and immersed with his craft- whittling a small dragon from a chunk of wood. Eragon- determined not to give in to sleep first- got up and sat next to him.
"Tell me a story." he said, curious for more information about his legacy, the Dragon Riders. Brom lifted his grey eyes and looked at Eragon. Eragon was mesmerised by Brom's thick eyelashes. He jerked his eyes away, a warm flush searing his cheeks and neck. Brom resumed his work.
"No. But I will extend your knowledge of the ancient language. You sorely need it, boy."
Eragon moved closer eagerly. He watched a stray raindrop from the previous rainy night fall off a branch. "What's water?"
"Adurna." Brom told him, blowing the chippings off his craft.
Eragon glanced at a curled chipping on Brom's shoulder. He brushed it off, letting his palm remain for longer than it should. Brom tensed slightly then let his shoulder relax. He didn't move his eyes, and continued his craft again.
Taking his hand away, Eragon looked at the landscape around him.
"Mountain?"
"Fell."
Eragon looked back at Brom, watching the shadows illuminate the shape of Brom's face. His lips curved slightly as Eragon surveyed him. His face was reasonably handsome, in a studious, clever, coy way.
"Looking for something, Eragon?" Brom murmured, moving his hypnotising nude lips.
Eragon quickly examined the fire.
Brom raised an eyebrow and dropped his whittling wood, getting to his feet. He brushed himself down and bent over the fire slightly. Eragon's curious eyes strayed to his mentor's back and downwards, his mouth growing dry.
Brom suddenly walked off in the direction of the forest, humming. Eragon glanced at Saphira, curled up asleep by the fire, and ventured after Brom.
"Brom! Where are you going?" he called, walking quickly to catch up. Brom turned and laughed.
"Getting firewood? I'm not going to betray you to the king, Eragon."
Eragon smiled, looking around him for fallen trees.
"Wh-" Eragon was stopped, finding Brom's lips over his own. Shocked, curious and feeling startlingly passionate, Eragon pulled Brom closer, moving a hand up into his soft hair and the other around his waist.
Brom worked faster than Eragon would have guessed, lips clashing furiously, edging his tongue into Eragon's mouth. A rough hand found its way up Eragon's tunic onto warm flesh. The other, pulling Eragon to him tightly, dropped a few inches to clutch at his ass.
Eragon released himself from Brom's furious passion for desperate oxygen, gasping for lost breath. Brom recovered quickly, seeming more interested in Eragon than himself.
The realisation of what was happening hit Eragon and he tore himself away from Brom's embrace, standing back. A bolt of Saphira's fear struck him.
'ERAGON! WHERE ARE YOU?'
He lowered his mental barriers, briefly touching Brom's racing thoughts.
'With Brom. It's OK, I'm safe, Saphira.'
'What is going on? I felt your emotions- why are you so excited and passionate? What has he done?'
Brom watched Eragon mentally speak to Saphira, brushing the sweat off of himself. Feeling ashamed of his actions towards his young, vulnerable student, he shrunk into the darkness, heading for a small brook or river to wash away his guilt.
'Saphira- I'll explain later.' Eragon told his dragon, and strode after Brom.
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