Hey guys, sorry it's taken so long for an update. This chapter isn't really finished, but after hitting ten pages on Word, I figured I'd post it anyway. Some lemons here, but the really good stuff is coming soon. So don't fret! :)
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Hope you like! And I'll gladly take any suggestions, but no promises they'll end up in the story.
**Chapter 2**
**Blay's POV**
Whew, man, First meal had been rough. Feeling Qhuinn's eyes on me the whole time... and Sax's hand occasionally under the table. With the whole brotherhood and thier shellens sitting around. Definitely worth bargaining a couple IOU's to Sax to convince him to stay out of the spotlight for the rest of the day.
And speaking of which, from the look on his face, I'm sure Saxton has something especially delightful planned for us. Oh, he is most def a male of worth, but that being said, he has plenty of dirty tricks and schemes up his designer sleeves.
"Tell me Blaylock, do you plan on sitting there, nursing your drink and staring at me all day, or would you rather we spend our time more... productively?"
Ha, with that sexy, come -hither voice, you'd think it obvious he was proposing sex... which yeah, maybe he was. But Sax tended to be even less subtle about it. If he wanted to "do-it", he'd be in my pants right now. So no, I'm sure that's not his end game. But then... "You promised that we could avoid everyone today. True?"
"Well, yes. But there are plenty of things one can do that won't involve any unexpected members of this household."
"It's daytime, we're stuck." I really didn't want to go anywhere. With the thing this morning with Qhuinn, I had already filled my "Oh shit" moment for the day. And maybe the week as well.
"You silly, gorgeous thing." Sax said, coming around and placing himself in my lap. "I'm well aware it's daytime outside." Wrapping his arms around my neck, I returned the favor by taking my free hand, the one without a drink, and stroked the soft, silky blond curls at the nape of his neck.
"In that case," I began, "your wish is my command. Whatever you want to do, I'm all yours. Name it, I'm at your complete and utter disposal."
"Hmmm, yes... well, that is where I want you." He said, bringing his lips to the soft underside of my jaw. With him perched this way, and slightly nibbling at me, it was hard to get motivated to do anything. Still, I wondered what- "I want you to teach me how to fight."
Okayyy... fighting was totally not one of the top ten things I wanted to do with Saxton. Still.. I guess I can understand where he is coming from. Those stupid fidiots in the alley a few weeks ago had really done a number on him. Physically as well as pridefully.
"Yeah, oaky, if you're sure about it though? I don't want you to think that I or anyone else thinks any less of you being a civilian. You are amazingly intellectual and heartbreakingly beautiful." I laughed a little at the look in his eyes. Man, the male had no idea just how worthy he really was. "You do work for the King that none of us can even being to comprehend and he holds you in the highest respects." At this point, I could tell he was about to contradict me, so with his slight frown in place, I kissed his jaw, right at the corner of his mouth. "But if you really do just want to learn, and I mean learn, cause you're not even thinking of going in the field. ...Yeah, not gonna happen." I pressed another kiss, this time, to his lips. Just lightly and with my mouth closed to soften my words. "Then yes, I'll show you how to defend yourself."
20 Minutes Later...
Wow. Saxton in sweats was a sight to see. Even though he probably spent more time bent over books than working out, he was still all hard muscle, just a bit softer around the edges than anyone in the brotherhood. Coming out of the bathroom, I could tell that he was not altogether comfortable by the sheepish look in his eye. "You sure about this?" I asked, slowly moving towards him.
"I fell ridiculous." He said, biting his lip a little. And suddenly it was too much. Going over to him, I couldn't help but capture his lips in mine and suck his pouting bottom lip just a little. Bringing my hands to his waist, I gently pulled his hips against mine. He let out a soft moan as I began to run my hands under his shirt. Well, my shirt since I'd let him barrow it. Yeah, Sax in my clothes, definitely something I could get used to. With him always wearing suits, suddenly having easier access in these looser clothes made it all seem just a little more exotic.
"Come on." I said. "If we stay like this any longer, you will have gotten dressed for nothing."
Blay's POV
After doing a couple of stretches and a few laps around the training center, I was pretty sure I had Sax nice and warmed up... even more so than usual. After showing him a couple of standard blocks I knew this would be anything BUT a normal workout. Of course, Sax would be Sax, even when trying to learn possibly life saving fighting techniques. Every time I'd go to show him a certain stance, he would inevitably turn it into something more. Now we were working on holds, and yeah, things weren't going quite as expected.
"You need to put all your body weight into it. Hold like you really mean it. Like this." I placed one arm around Saxton's throat, the other under his opposite arm, grabbing my other wrist for a better hold. Pulling him close into my body I was able to use all my upper body strength, and with enough force I could have cut off all his oxygen supply and rendered him unconscious. "You see?"
Sax shifted under me. "I do." He replied, clearly with a sly smile on his lips. Turning slightly so I could see said lips he continued with his running commentary, flashing his fangs. "You know, this is really just as hot as I expected."
Releasing him, I turned away, hoping to hide my sudden erection. "That's really not the point you know."
"Yes well, still. You can't tell me that the thought of you 'holding' me and possibly forcing me to do your bidding isn't in the least bit desirable?" I gasped and had to catch my arms from automatically shooting around Sax's body as he stepped directly in my path, cutting me off. Instead I drop-kicked him, catching and cradling him before he ever hit the ground, flashing my own set of pearly whites.
In a quick, concessive move, I lowered him to the ground. Sitting on top of his chest, I pinned his arms with my knees. "Saxton, I could never force you to do anything you didn't want to do. Besides, that's not the point." I jumped off him, offering him a hand up. Instead, he took my hand, pulling me down and rolling over on top of me, mirroring my position from just moments ago.
"Tell me then Blaylock, what is the point?" I growled as he emphasized 'point' with a roll of his hips. It was little things like this that were still constantly taking me by surprise. I was still new to being 'out', much less having a boyfriend. I still had very little experience with handling myself in situations like these. I wanted to explode and come right then and there. And Sax knew that. He knew he had this power over me. Knew it and used it. But I was learning.
He had been bracing his weight on his hands, which were by my face. Knocking them out from under him, I took the upper hand by throwing him off balance. He began to fall face first, only for me to stop him by catching him, chest to chest, so that our faces were mere inches apart. I grabbed his hands, interlacing our fingers and stretching them wide so that our chests were stretched wide and tight against each other.
I growled low again, dragging just the tips of my fangs up the side of his neck, causing him to bit his lip and throw his head back on a silent moan. "The point, dear Saxton, is that at anytime, you could be attacked by any faction of enemies." I wanted him to take me seriously, but I couldn't help myself from placing small, butterfly kisses along his jaw. "You're already a mastermind at seduction. I want you to be able to protect yourself."
Catching me off guard, he seized my lips in an unexpected kiss. It was hard and full of passion and longing. When he finally backed off, I had a hard time coming back to reality. "Oh Blaylock, you really are too good for me. You shouldn't worry so. I've told you before, I'm a lover and not a fighter. It's just who I am. Always have been, always will be."
The sudden sad, far-away look in his eyes scared me, but it was gone in an instant.
I showed him a few more maneuvers, but considered the exercise as a whole rather fruitless... except for succeeding in testing my patients. Maybe it was my nature, maybe my training, but while I was in the training center, it was hard for me to take things as lightly as Sax. While he continued to joke and play, I was ready for some serious sparing. But of course, you should always be careful what you wish for.
"Oh, um,... What the hell are you guys doing?" Qhuinn demanded coming in from obviously having done a few miles on the treadmills.
Shit. "Hey." Crap... "We were just about to head out. We're done here." I turned to Sax and saw the same 'deer caught in headlights' look on his face that I felt on mine. Which only strengthened my resolve to be strong around Qhuinn. "Let's go babe." I grabbed Sax's hand, not missing the astonished look on Qhuinn's face, and headed for the exit. Sax seemed just as stunned, as I had to slightly drag him towards the door. And what do you know, just as I was reaching for the handle, Zsadist walks in with his 'don't fuck with me' face on.
Double shit.
"Boys." Zsadist started, "You two keeping your chops up?" He asked, looking pointedly at Qhuinn and I, ignoring Sax altogether... which I was not happy about, but I'm sure we'd both rather not call attention to an already awkward situation.
After what felt like an eternity, Qhuinn and I finally looked at each other. We both gave a small shrug. "More or less." he replied. Which was a blessing, cause yeah, it was oh so easy to get lost in his eyes. Especially cause he was just starting to get worked up. And man, when he was working out, or better yet, when he fought, he was seriously a god among gods.
Annnnd of course Zsadist didn't miss the look that passed between Qhuinn and I. Finally turning his stare on Saxton, Zsadist asked, "Hey man, you mind giving us some space?"
"Uh, no. Not at all." Turning to me with a questioning look, Sax continued, "I've got some, uh, work I should be doing anyway." Since we were still holding hands, he tugged close for a quick kiss, then was out the door. When he had left, Z just raised his eye brows and shrugged, shaking his head.
Yeah, that's kinda what I felt like too...
Qhuinn's POV
Give us some space? How about give us a damn life time? What the hell were Saxton and Blay doing down here? I was who Blay trained with. ME! I was his best friend, his fighting partner, his... his what? I'd known him his whole life, that's what. And Sax had known the guy like what, a day? And already he was in his bed. Ugh!
Turning to Blay, Z said, "Look, I don't know and I don't want to know what's going on with you and the King's lawyer type. And before you even go there, don't sweat it, I'm not judging you. Been there a time or two myself and hey, whatever gets your rocks off, suite yourself. Just do us all a favor and make sure he doesn't go getting himself hurt thinking he's the fighting type when he isn't. He's not a warrior. Remember that." With a small nod, Blay acknowledged this and actually looked kinda relieved. Good for fucking him.
"Now this goes for both of you, I know something is up between you and no, it's none of my business. Just do yourselves a favor and keep your head tight. You get distracted and that could mean your life, your friend's life, or one of the brotherhood. And that is absolutely unacceptable. Understand?" We both nodded, still not even able to look at each other. "Now whatever it is, fix it. Despite what you say, you two have not been training like you should and that stops now. You need to start thinking about what's really important to you and get over your differences. Maybe I'm stepping over the line here, but it needs to be said. What makes you two extraordinary in a fight is that you two tend to be so in sync with each other. You've lost that. Find it."
He spoke the final two words as a command, then without another word, turned and left the room.
Well, shit. Open mouth, insert foot.
So of course we just stood there. Blay with his hands firmly in his pockets, me leaning against the wall, faking nonchalance. Or trying to at least.
As we stood there looking at each other, all I could think was... well, I couldn't really think at all. Damn, the boy was fine. Fine in every sense of the word. Fine as in damn hot, but also fine as in a fine male of worth. His nature demanded respect and even if it killed me, I was going to give it to him. "Look, let's just do this, okay?" Fuck, why was it so hard to look at him? I mean, come on, it's not like we haven't been doing this kind of stuff for years. "Come on." I said, heading over to the mats... and why the fuck was my voice so horse?
"Yeah, okay." Blay answered, having to clear his throat as well.
Facing off, I realized this might be more difficult than usual. A. , my head so wasn't in the game, and 2, Blay was already loosened up from his "sparring" around with his new boytoy. Me on the other hand, I was ready to flip at any given moment. I'd been super freakin' tense since the minute Sax had come waltzing through the King's door and into Blay's life.
Good god, was it hot in here or was it just me?
Taking our stance, we finally, finally fell into our old routine. Blay and I. Me and Blay. We started off awkward at first, but after a few punches we both relaxed a little... although we still sort of kept our distance.
"You're dropping your shoulder." I told him.
"Am not." He said, having to dodge a punch.
"You are and you know it. Maybe all that sparring with my dear cousin Saxton has got you soft. Or was it something else?" I knew I was being petty, but fuck me if I didn't care. I wanted him to know how I felt and wake the fuck up already. He and Saw were so not it. Not by a long shot.
"I'm sure I don't know what you mean." He said, throwing a pretty mean right hook, which I had already anticipated, catching his arm mid swing and twisting it behind his back.
"I wouldn't have been able to do that if you hadn't dropped your shoulder." I released him, pushing him away. Cause man, if I'd had him that close for one more second...
"That's not what you mean at all." He countered, dropping low and tripping me from behind so that I hit the mat. Hard.
He positioned himself in the standard way, sitting on top of me, but instead of bracing his knees against my arms, he used his hands. And there was nothing standard about it. Then he said, probably without even stopping to think about it, "Look, just tell me what you really mean. I know you, and I know something's up. You've never been one to want to talk about things, but Z's right. Just say whatever it is already."
Blay's POV
God, being this close to him was intoxicating. Really, every nerve ending in my body was alive, on fire even. I could barely breathe. But damn if Qhuinn didn't look just as set in stone and stubborn as usual.
"Just say it Qhuinn. Z's right, you know? We go out in the field tonight, or any night with this... stuff between us, and someone could get hurt. You could get hurt."
I refused to let myself get emotional. Refused to let my hands slid up his arms and come to rest on his pecs. Refused to let myself get so captivated by him that I lowered my face to mere inches from his. Refused to... and then just watched as it all happened almost subconsciously.
Shit, we had both began to breath just a bit heavier. And being as in sync as we were anyway, being this close physically just made it easier for us to start breathing in time. Our chests falling and raising at the same time, almost as one.
"Please, just tell me." I whispered.
I really needed to hear this. Whatever it was. There was too much left unsaid between us lately, too much unresolved. We both needed this.
"Qhuinn, please..."
Qhuinn's POV
God, intoxicating didn't even begin to describe it. I loved this feeling. Of being so close to Blay, being held down by him... surrounding me until my whole world faded to nothing but his face and his body and his lips oh so close to mine...
We both hissed on a sharp intake of breath as he dropped his head a fraction of an inch closer, lowering the rest of his body, bringing us more 'together' than ever. Alsooo making me realize he was sporting an erection the size of Montana.
God, my eyes rolled to the back of my head and I had to bit my lip to keep from letting out a monstrous moan. I clenched my hands into fists at the feeling of Blay sliding his hands back down my arms and out to grasp my hands. How the hell could he cause this reaction in me? I mean, come on! I was a sex god? Bedded like, 3, 4 girls a night? Sometimes their boyfriends too... What the hell was Blay doing to me.
Blay's POV
Christ! The position I had Qhuinn in was so similar to the one I'd just had with Sax that it had my head reeling. I sprang up quickly, feeling like I was skinning myself alive by separating myself from Qhuinn. Turning away, I headed for the door, but didn't quite make it.
As a low, throaty growl echoed across the room, I realized Qhuinn was up and had me pinned against the closed door. Fuckkk...
"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Qhuinn demanded, pressing his hard body tight against mine as I tried, and failed, to come up with an answer. "No Blay, you start this, you finish it." He growled in to my ear, forcing my hands flat to the wall and pinning them above my head with one of his hands. When he was sure I wouldn't move, he let his free hand slide down the entire side of my body, stopping just short of my waist, where my shirt had ridden up. His cool fingers on my overheated skin were like a mirage in a dessert. Too good to be true.
"What did you want me to say, Blaylock?" God! He was doing it again! Bringing his hand around to the front of my body, and just like at the pool table this morning, he let it slide up to the middle of my chest and brought it to rest on my throat. This time though, he squeezed just slightly, but enough to let me know he meant business. "What do you think I feel the need to express?" On 'need' he pressed his elbow into my sternum, forcing my upper body back in to his, letting me feel him in all his glory. "Answer me." He said, squeezing my neck still tighter to further get his point across.
"I,... I don't know Qhuinn. You tell me." Two could play at this game. He wanted it just as much as I did. And this time, I was NOT going to be the one giving in...
Another growl and I was spun around and pushed down hard on the mats. "Damn it! What the fuck do you want from me Blay? For real! Just cut the shit already!"
"I, ... I, ..." I let out a deep breath and said it without thinking. "Kiss me."
And holy shit did he kiss me.
It was like,... an explosion. Fireworks. Happy fucking New Year's and Christmas wrapped into one. I sat up to meet him half way, so the decision to indulge in this kiss fell on both of us. Neither could be blamed nor take all the credit for it. I propped myself up on one elbow and let the other hand shoot out to the nape of his neck. He held me tight, having opted to lay his whole body out this time, against mine, there was literally not even breathing room between us. There was nothing between us except thin clothes, gravity, and a life altering, clearly mutual, attraction.
His mouth attacked mine, invading every possible corner. Exploring. Seeking. Taking. The instant his tongue sought entry to my mouth, I gave it freely. The feel of his silky smoothness sliding past my lips, skimming my fangs, and finally hitting home with my own tongue... caused me to lose my breath all over again. I began to shiver allover and it was clearly from anything but being cold.
Feeling me begin to shake, Qhuinn's hands, which he'd had one around the back of my neck and the other supporting my weight from the small of my back, moved to lower me to the ground. Never breaking the kiss. I think we may have both gone in to shock because when we finally pulled apart, even if it was mere millimeters, we were both very unsteady. Shaking and panting and unable to form any coherent thoughts, much less logical actions... Like say, move apart?
