Tonight, Lanny wanted it to be different, even if there was a risk of breaking the spell. He shivered, naked this time but under the sheets, it was a cool night in Kinkow.
Right on time at midnight, the door opened, and in walked King Brady.
Brady had the same blank look on his face. He was wearing a t-shirt and boxers this time. He closed the door and bolted it, then stood as if in a trance, just as before.
"Welcome back, Brady." Lanny said quietly. "Won't you join me?"
Brady shuffled next to the bed, looking into space.
Lanny could vaguely see the outline of Brady's cock in his flimsy old boxers. Is he already getting hard? Not as though Lanny could act all superior; his cock was already hard as steel just looking at his lean cousin. "King Brady, do you like me?"
Yes, Prince Lanny, I like you a lot. I love you. We are family." Brady intoned flatly.
"Then get naked and get in bed with me!" Lanny snapped.
Brady obediently pulled his t-shirt off, shucked his boxers down, and as Lanny raised the covers to welcome him, he slipped between the sheets.
Lanny blinked his big green eyes, fighting back emotion as Brady slid his arms around the teen and hugged him gently, taking rare initiative for one of his sleepwalking visits. "W-what is that for… doofus?" Lanny choked out the last part, having trouble feeling his usual derision.
"Because I love you. I like when you call me 'doofus.'" Brady now had himself partly on top of the unresisting prince, and lowered his head onto Lanny's shoulder. And their erect cocks were also rubbing together.
What in the dark side is going on here? Lanny suddenly felt like he was losing control of this situation. Brady was nuzzling his neck while slowing grinding his (very hard now) cock against him. He wanted to yell 'stop it moron!' but he couldn't speak. Instead his arms went around Brady's lean, toned body and he began to hug and caress his cousin.
He heard as well as felt Brady sigh against him, and after tenderly kissing the teenager's neck he whispered, "I love you Lanny."
It was then that something snapped inside the little troll-boy ('I am not a Troll!'). He felt his chest ache, and tears welled in his eyes. His mother had abandoned him at 8; he never knew his father. He'd grown up expecting to be King, but still as a bitter, hateful boy, determined to make everyone around him suffer as he had growing up. But then, this jerk, this idiot—and his equally incompetent brother—showed up literally out of the blue and took everything away. And despite all his best efforts and evil schemes, those brothers managed to not only survive but with the hearts of the fawning dumbass Kinkowans.
As his body began to shake with the power of his crying, Lanny felt Brady hold him tighter. "Are you okay Lanny? I didn't mean to upset you… my Prince." Then Brady kissed Lanny on the cheek, and freed one hand to tenderly comb through the teen's thick brown curls.
"I'm fine, moron, just… a little cold." Lanny tried to sneer.
"I'll keep you warm. Your wish is my command." He snuggled himself completely over Lanny, arms around him again.
Lanny sniveled a little, then hugged Brady with one arm while starting to run his fingers through the king's brown hair. It was soft and silky, and smelled a little like… something vaguely floral? What about all the jokes the doofuses made about never bathing, and Mikayla pushing Brady away saying how much he stank? Brady smelled fresh and clean, and even his breath was nice… oh god.
Brady had been kissing Lanny, and his mouth made its way to the prince's lips. He began to really kiss the young teen prince then. It was like before, but something was … different. He was very tender, and a little playful.
Meanwhile Lanny just laid on his back and took all this in, even as he responded to Brady's kisses. They made out for a long time, sometimes fingers in each other's hair, holding the other boy's head as they kissed, sometimes caressing each other's smooth lean chest. But neither went further yet. Lanny opened his legs and hooked one ankle around Brady's leg as they very slowly ground their bodies together. But this wasn't the same as before, with Lanny bossing the sleepwalking Brady around, and them having some kind of animalistic sex. This was… I can't even think the word to myself, Lanny thought hopelessly. I know he's just a sleepwalking robot, obeying my commands, and when he wakes up tomorrow, he'll be the same doofus as ever and not remember anything. He felt himself choking up again, crying even while Brady tenderly kissed him, laced their fingers together, and brought the boy's arms up and spread to his sides. When Brady gently gripped Lanny's hands, the boy could not help squeezing back.
"My prince, why are you sad again?" Brady stopped kissing and raised up slightly, his deep brown eyes looking down into Lanny's big green ones. "Please don't cry, you have such… nice… eyes."
It was at that moment, looking up into King Brady's eyes that Lanny saw something that struck terror into him. Before he could even react, Brady said, with just a little smile; a gentle smile, "I was never asleep."
Sorry if this one is short... what happens next? Please review!
