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Summary: A pair of curious boys find themselves in a loft. Just a drabble. )
The smell of hay was wonderful, though neither boy cared to notice. It was somewhat taken for granted, having been around it all their lives. But the smell of horses, oats and grain, leather and sweat all mingled was intoxicating. It was just before tea time, late in the morning, when everyone was most busy. The horses were busy being groomed and sent out to the paddock, and the lofts were conveniently vacant. Except for a pair of young boys.
This was the second time they had found themselves in such a situation, tossing one another over through the hay, touching and teasing. The first time, it had been late, and they'd both agreed to spend the night in the loft. For fun and to satisfy a growing sense of curiosity, both boys had agreed to try a kiss.
It had been nice, they'd said, but certainly nothing to go crazy over like all the lasses did.
Denial was an ugly thing.
Subtle hints were passed around between the two until they'd finally arranged to steal away to the loft again. The sense of being secretive only added to their excitement.
"Well then, let's get on with it," Alfred had said. "We've not got much time."
And their hot mouths collided, timidly at first and then at a comfortable leisurely rate.
Every once in a while they bit, or made a sound, or dared to invade the other's mouth with their own tongue. Mostly, though, and still of shyness, they stuck to just grinding their mouths against one another's with small wet sounds.
Ten minutes passed, each growing increasingly nervous at the thought of being caught.
"Okay," Joe panted, "enough for today."
Alfred nodded, and they both scrambled up from the hay and made their way back down from the loft.