A/N This chapter contains Slash ie male/male relations. I am telling you now as I know that some of you don't like that. Next chapter will be back to a bit of male/female, but you'll miss some story if you avoid this chapter cos it's not just sex this one! lol So well warned! Let's begin!
Troy stirred and tried to roll over, but found that he was sandwiched between two other bodies. Glancing over his shoulder, Lynnit was snuggled tight to him from behind, Drue behind her, his arm wrapped round her with his hand resting on her breast. In front of him, curled against his chest lay his fragile looking Attendant, Tate. Asleep he looked like nothing more than a child. A little off-putting at first if you didn't know his real age. As Troy moved he stirred slightly and twisted against Troy's chest, his eyes opened and stared up adoringly at him. Troy's arm was up under his head, but he gently brought it down and slid it around Tate's shoulders and pulled him closer and bent down and kissed his soft cheek that had just the faintest whisper of soft downy facial hair.
"Sleep" Troy told him softly, Tate nodded against his muscular chest and snuggled closer and closed his eyes again. Troy glanced over his shoulder again, then back at Tate before allowing himself to slip back into sleep.
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When he woke again, there was only him and Tate still in the bed. Some how they had twisted in their sleep and now Tate was coiled in his embrace. He managed to roll onto his back, the boy mumbled and snuggled deeper into his chest. He smiled at his companion, then raised his gaze as he became aware that someone else was in the room with them. She saw that he was awake and rose from her chair to come to his side. It was Tanith, Morgan's Attendant and she had a message for him from her Lady.
"Good morning, my Lord." She greeted him. "I have a message for you." He managed to slide out of Tate's grip and sit himself up, the blanket pulled up around his waist.
"Good! I hope she's ready to see me?" Yes! His beautiful lover! He was eager to see her again. Tanith smiled sadly and shook her head.
"Sadly, my Lord, she is not."
"What! Why not?" No Morgan?
"She hopes to be ready tomorrow, the next day at the latest." Troy frowned.
"Is she OK? There's nothing wrong is there?" He asked.
"Oh no! She's perfectly OK. She's... Got her monthly gift."
"What? Oh! Alright! But I can't even see her?"
"No. She feels uncomfortable about it and has decided to seclude herself and study until she is ready for you." Troy was very disapointed, he didn't understand, it seemed very olde worlde to seclude herself for that reason, well he supposed he would have to wait.
"The priestess said that she would be available if there was anything you needed. And I will be around if you need to contact my Lady. Tate knows how to find me." He looked down at the boy who was beginning to slowly wake up.
"I'll leave you now to get up. Breakfast will be served for you, when you are hungry." She nodded and withdrew from the room.
Mmm! Food! That sounded nice, he gently shook Tate to conciencness. "Come on sleepy head! Time to get dressed!"
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Half an hour later the two young men were washed and dressed and sat at a large wooden table tucking into a full English breakfast. Lynnit had reappeared and was making suggestions for Troy's Morgan-free day. They decided to go for a walk together in the afternoon, Lynnit had business to deal with first . She suggested that they went after lunch and that to kill the time in the morning perhaps Tate should give Troy a demonstration of one of his gifts. Telepathic Regression.
The two boys were shown to a quiet room that was usually used for meditation. Tate went and sat down on the beautiful, soft carpet and settled himself down, crosslegged. He did a few deep breathing exercises to steady his mind, then turned to Troy who had been standing by the closed door watching him.
"My Lord," His voice was soft and steady, "Please come join me." He guestured to Troy to sit opposite him. The Sapphire dropped to the floor and adopted the same position as his Attendant."Come a little closer to me, we need to hold hands." He offered his hands to Troy and he shuffled forward and took his friends hands.
This was the first time he had looked properly into his friends face when his eyes were not shut or inflamed with passion. He had not realised that they were green, like Morgan's.
"Breath deep,try to get in time with me, then when you are ready close your eyes and follow me." His words made no sense, but as he began to follow Tate's instructions he felt the boys mind tugging at the corner of his consciousness. His voice sounded in Troy's head, deeper and more commanding than in reality.
"Follow me, my Lord." Troy squeezed his eyes tight shut and it felt like the room and everything, swirled away and he was suddenly elsewhere. Somewhere he barely remembered, the house that he and his parents had lived in before they had moved to New Mexico. A move that he now knew had been made to protect him.
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It was like he stood watching as the lives around him went on as normal. He saw his parents, their younger selves, rushing back and forth as they packed things away, preparing to flee their home. He was suprised to recognise their helpers, Daria and Michie were helping his mother to pack clothing and furnishings into cases and boxes. His father was taking large furniture to be loaded on a truck with Kris and surprisingly, Wolfe. He felt Tates aura shiver slightly at the sight of the man who had violated him. Tate's voice sounded in his head.
"This was before he became like he is now. He had his reasons, but it doesn't excuse him. And here is..." He could feel the love in Tate's voice, it did surprise him. Tate knew of him all his life and knew what was to come, yet still their actual relationship was very new. "You, my Lord." A small boy with blonde curls and the same stunning blue eyes as now, came running towards his mother in blue striped dungarees and a little white shirt. It was as if they stood in the hall and the figures passed through them, Troy watched as his toddler self passed through Tate's lower body on the way to greet his mother.
"Are we going away?" The boy asked her, she stopped what she was doing and swung him up into her arms.
"Yes, my darling, you,me and daddy are going on an adventure! Won't that be fun!"
"Is Uncle Kris coming with us?" The small boy asked, she looked sadly across at her husband's brother and saw tears sparkle in the corners of his eyes.
"No darling. It's just us." The break must be complete and absolute to keep the child safe. They would be together again, when he was old enough to protect himself. Troy was beginning to learn about this now, Michie had told him how they had broken away from their family, friends and brethren to keep him safe. He watched as they carried on with their work. Protecting the infant Sapphire.
Tate moved him on, their first months at the new house. Meeting up with his friend Chad, when this fortnight was over, they were gonna let him bring his friend to Temple to try to explain what was happening to his friend to him. Troy was worried that it would be too much for him, only time would tell. The years circled through until they seemed to come to a pause.
"And now," Tate told him softly, "Now we go back to the beginning!" He glanced at his friend's shadow self and saw him smile. It was like they were pulled backwards, the preceding images rushing past until they came to a halt. Standing in the octagonal, candle-lit Temple back home.
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The room was dim, lit only by candles, the air was heavy with the scent of incense. Troy was shocked that he was experiencing everything, as if he was really there. He glanced around, looking for the shadow of himself, but could not find it among the robed and hooded people in a tight semi-circle before the altar. Chanting began to come from the people, steady and rythymic, building with tension and power. He watched the figures, he recognised his father, standing with his brother, and also Michie and Daria. This must have been before she became Priestess. He glanced to the altar and saw the Priestess standing behind it, incense smoke hanging heavy around her, the light of the altar candles flickering across her partially visable face. A face that was emotionally blank, before her on the altar was a bowl of some form of liquid and a very large double-edged dagger with an elaborately jewelled handle. He had heard from other's about his brethren performing sacrifices, he'd asked Michie about it. She'd denied it of course, but this image seemed to say otherwise. As he turned back to look for his mother he saw the doors at the back open slightly and a figure began to walk slowly towards the altar, clutching something wrapped in a blanket tightly to her chest. The Preistess lifted her eyes to watch her approach, her face still stoney. She gave a sharp nod of her head to her congregation and they parted briefly to allow the woman to enter, then closed the gap behind her. Troy could not see who she was from where he stood, but did not want to move closer. He was afraid he was about to witness something awful. The woman reached the dais and stepped up to the altar and laid the bundle down before the Preistess. All the while the chanting continued, the energy forever building. She unwrapped the bundle and stepped back. Troy could now see what had been in the bundle. A squalling naked new-born baby boy. The Preistess picked up the dagger and raised it above her head, holding it in both hands. The tiny child seemed to look up into the woman's eyes with the wisdom of a hundred chanting increased in volume, shaking the charged air. Troy was horrified by what he was about to witness. She raised the dagger as high as she could, a brief smile flickered on her lips before the chanting abruptly ceased and she plunged the dagger down towards the child's tiny bare chest. Troy was frozen in horror, What was this horrible act?
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As the dagger decended Troy turned his face away and closed his eyes, Tate's voice rang out sharply.
"No! Watch!" He twisted slowly back, he didn't want to see this! But he found he could no longer look away, Tate's energy pulling him back to the awful sight of the blade decending towards the naked child.
At the last second before the blade would penetrate the flesh she flicked the dagger diagonally to the right, Then back up and to the left as she descibed the shape of a pentagram in the air over the tiny boy's chest. As the chanting had ceased, the energy that had been raised collapsed suddenly. The woman lay down the dagger next to the little body. She picked up the bowl, it contained blessed oil. She raised it briefly over her head before placing it back on the altar by the infants kicking feet. She carefully dipped her finger into the oil and then annointed the boy's body with the sign of the pentagram. Third eye, left nipple, right shoulder, left shoulder, right nipple then third eye again. Finally she passed back down to his left nipple again and sealed the sygil. Troy recognised it as what Michie had done to him when she blessed him at his home.
Now everything changed. The Preistess dropped back her hood, smiling widely.
"Welcome, Little One!" She whispered, picking up the child and kissing his forhead. She turned the tiny boy around to face the assembled throng.
"Brothers and Sisters! A new Gifted is among us! This is Troy!" Oh Goddess! The baby was him?
"May he grow in health and strength!" She called.
"Health and strength! The assembled people cried out. She offered the child back to the woman who had brought him to the altar, her hood fell back and obviously it was his mother.
"Now. Come celebrate this birth! Come meet Troy!" She beckoned the people forward. Hoods were dropped back revealing faces as they crowded around to fuss over the new baby.
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Tate's voice sounded in his head, and his shadow self turned to face him again.
"One more memory, my Lord. Though one I believe you may remember. Subconsciously at least."
They were at the Temple again, but he was older. It was a few months before his family would make the move to New actual move had not been very far, it was only over the county line, they could easily have continued attending Temple if the move had been for any other reason. Well that was obvious, they had began to attend again now and it was only an hour or so's drive. He watched his little self wandering among the people who stopped and chatted to the curious child. He made his way down to the altar, his attention suddenly fixed on that and nothing else.
"I remember this!" Troy told his friend, Tate nodded and smiled.
"I know. This is where you saw her. Where the Goddess came to you?" Troy's voice seemed to catch in his throat.
" Yeah, she did." It always seemed like a dream to him and he had never been able to understand why it stayed in his memory for so long. Now he knew why, it wasn't a dream. But she had only been visable to him.
The two young men watched as the little boy chatted away animatedly with someone they could not see. It was as if he was in a bubble. No one else seemed to notice the little one at the altar.
"Tell me. What does she look like?" Tate asked. Troy thought for a second then twisted his head to look at his friend with his crooked grin.
"Do you know, I couldn't tell you! I know she was there but what she looked like? Couldn't tell you. All I know is she was there and she was beautiful."
Tate nodded sagely. "No one can look upon the face of the Goddess."
They watched as the child turned and made his way to where his mother and the Preistess of that time were talking. Troy remembered what he had told them. That he had been talking to the pretty lady and that she had told him he was a special little boy. Now of course he knew what she had been pertaining to. And now he knew that this had been the cause of his families move. He watched as the two women glanced towards the altar and then at each other. He felt a shift in Tate's hold on his mind and then the vision faded to black and with a jolt he became conscious of the 'real' world.
He opened his eyes and blinked steadily, taking in the daylight. Tate blinked, shook his head then almost collapsed backwards. Troy grabbed him by the shoulders and steadied him, smiling gently.
"Are you OK, dude?" He asked a little anxiously. Tate straightened and smiled with a nod.
"And now you know a little more about yourself, yes?" Troy nodded and the other young man picked up his watch from where he had laid it on the floor next to him. "Nearly lunchtime! Doing that always makes me hungry! Let's go find some food!" He laughed and Troy stood first and helped him to his feet. Tate took a big calming breath and then they made their way back through the house to the kitchen.
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They spent the afternoon, just lazing around. They went walking with Lynnit again, it was really just informal lessons. She chatted about the history of the brethren, various people she felt they should know about and passed on the odd bit of arcaine knowledge. She helped Troy to master his telekinesis a little more, throwing Max's ball for him with his mind and not his strong right arm. Tate laughed that even in his gifts Troy was still athletic! They made their way to the beach again and played skimming stones for a while. Troy noticed Adam coming to join them, he hadn't really had a lot to do with him since they had arrived, just shared a couple of meals. He was quite handsome he supposed, short black curls and blue eyes, he greeted the two young men, but then took his wife in his arms and kissed her passionately.
"Missed you last night, darlin!" He told her. "Am I alone with Ben again tonight?" He asked. Tate and Troy walked up the beach a little bit, trying not to intrude. Lynnit hugged him tightly.
"Oh no! I'm all yours tonight!" She purred. She watched the two boys as they chatted away. "I think those two might be getting a little better aquainted tonight too. Their link seems to be establishing itself just as it should. I know it doesn't neccessarily have to be sexual too, but I think it will." Adam swung her round and they both watched the Sapphire and his Attendant interacting.
"They look happy together." He stated. She nodded, deep in thought.
"Break my heart if Tate doesn't get what he wants. They are so beautiful together." Adam grinned at her. "What?" She demanded.
"Ben's right! You are a damn pervert, woman!" He swung her back into his arms and kissed her passionately. "Let's get back. The sooner dinner is over, the quicker I can get you into bed!" He laughed. Lynnit broke from his embrace and called after the boys.
"Hey! Troy! Tate! Come on! Let's get back for dinner now!" They spun round from throwing the ball in the waters edge for Max and all started back to the house.
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After dinner Lynnit, as expected, disappeared with her husband and both her lovers leaving the two young men watching television in the family room with Tanith. After a while both began to yawn widely and Tanith took them up to find their rooms. Now that they were fully opened, they had been moved yet again. Troy had a suite of rooms with a living-room area, two bedrooms, a large elaborate one with a massive fourposter bed for himself and a connected smaller room for Tate. Both had bathrooms connected, though again Troy's was more elaborate with a huge marble bath tub in the middle of the room. He could imagine the fun he could have in there with Morgan! And as they thought passed through he also imagined bathing with his sweet companion. Washing each other's bodies with the soft sponges that waited on the ledge beside the tub. Mmm! Yes! Definitely he decided.
"So Tate? You are now officially, like, my slave now?" He grinned cheekily at the boy who was staring around the luxurious room.
"What? Well, not slave, silly. Servant. And yes I am. Master." He gave a little bow.
"Then I want you to bathe me!" This was not in any way an unwanted order for Tate. Touching Troy's beautiful body again. His abs and biceps, his wonderful chest and tight little nipples, perfect for licking and sucking. And his cock, his delicious cock and low hanging balls. What he wouldn't give to slide Troy's length into his mouth again,licking slowly at the pulsing head. He shook himself out of the fantasy, last night had been so good. But it had been ritual sex, the passion raised by the drugged wine, he was sure it would not happen again. They were just friends. Master and Servant, not lovers. How very wrong he was about to find out he was.
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Troy stood on the rug in the middle of the room and kicked off his shoes, then just stood barefoot before Tate.
"Let's begin. Take off my shirt." he ordered.
"Yes, Master." He carefully unfastened every button on the shirt and slid the garment from his broad shoulders, folding it neatly he dropped it into the empty linen basket. He came back to await his next instruction.
"Do you like my muscles,Tate? He was a little taken aback. "Well, do you?"
"Yes, Master. Your body is very nice." Goddess what is he doing to me?
"Touch me!" Troy held his arms slightly out to his sides and breathed deeply, his eyes dark and hooded. "Don't make me wait, Tate! I want you to touch me!" The smaller boy stepped gently forward and reached out with both hands and ran them from Troy's shoulders down across his chest and abs, then quickly back up his happy trail before sliding them apart to tease gently at his nipples. Troy moaned and closed his eyes as his breath came deep and slow. "Oh yes! Tate! Kiss me! Now!" He dropped his head to the boy and instigated the sweetest, deepest kiss Tate had ever experienced. His Master's arms closed gently around him as their tongues began to slide firmly against each others. Troy pulled back, looking deeply into Tate's green eyes.
"That was very nice. Now finish undressing me, then help me into the tub." Tate stepped back out of his embrace.
"Yes, Master." He breathed. He removed Troy's belt and began to release the button and zip on his black jeans. He was not suprised at the hardness he found there and smiled softly to himself as he released his swollen dick from it's confines. It bulged temptingly in his plaid boxers. Tate wanted to see it so much, but he wouldn't touch unless Troy told him he could. He slid the jeans and the boxers down the Sapphire's thighs and legs and helped him step out, leaving him naked. From his kneeling position, Tate was level with Troy's rapidly hardening erection, a pearl of precum glistened on the tip. He would not touch without permission. he looked longingly up into Troy's face, subconsciously licking his lips slightly. Troy openly groaned.
"You know what to do, my friend! Suck me!" Tate leaned slowly forward, one hand resting gently on Troy's hip. He closed his eyes and ran his tongue slowly down Troy's happy trail, flicking the tip in rapid little pulses as he moved down. When he reached the base he opened his eyes and looked up as Troy stood, head thrown back, biting his own bottom lip and whining in pleasure. He smiled to himself before gliding his lips up the smooth shaft, sucking and flicking with his tongue. He reached the head. How loud could he make his idol moan now? He dropped his mouth down over the head, taking as much in as he could.
"Tate!" His hips jerked, driving more of his hardness into the other boy's throat. Tate did not mind one bit. He took all that Troy offered. His job was to see to ALL Troy's needs, and this was not a chore at all.
Troy breathed deeply, this was going far too fast.
"OK. Fill the tub, then help me in." The slight boy released his dick from his mouth with a slight pop, then stood and went to do as he had been asked. Troy settled himself on a wicker chair, watching as his Attendant concentrated on the task in hand. He himself had something in hand too!He slowly and steadily stroked his own body as he sat having filthy thoughts. Should he take things further? And how much further? The pulsing flesh in his hand seemed to answer him. He imagined being naked with Tate again. This time him being the one doing the oral pleasuring, and perhaps Tate, naked beneath him on the four-poster while he drove his hardness into him. He shuddered at the thought and noticed that the tub was now full of hot scented water. He made his way over as Tate shut off the taps and turned to let him know. But Troy was already standing inches away from him, his swollen dick flat against his stomach.
He took the boy in his arms again and they kissed deeply again before Troy climbed into the water and sank down beneath the warmth. Tate picked up the sponge and prepared to wash him but Troy stopped him.
"If you do that you are going to get your clothes wet... Strip and join me." Oh yes! There was nothing that Tate would enjoy more! He removed his clothing slowly, still a little nervous, even though he had been naked with Troy before. His own body was showing his obvious arousal as he discarded his briefs. Troy smiled gently and beckoned him to stand by the edge of the tub. Leaning over the edge he quickly took in as much of Tate's erection as he could. Tate let out a deep growl that didn't sound right coming from him!
"Come on." Troy asked after releasing him from the warmth of his mouth, "Come in and join me!" Tate climbed in and sat opposite him and Troy shuffled closer, his feet sliding behind his Attendants ass. They embraced and kissed deeply, Tate moaned softly as he felt his own body brush against Troy's. The larger boy broke the kiss and laughed deeply.
"How about we just get a move on with washing, then you come to my bed and we see where it goes from there?" Oh Goddess, Tate whined at the thought. "I'll take that as a yes, then!" The two boys grabbed a sponge and soap each and began to slowly and sensually wash each other.
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Twenty minutes later both young men were clean, dry and stark naked in each others arms, kissing gently again. Troy broke away from his friend and folded the quilt down on the bed then climbed on and beckoned Tate to join him. They ended up on their knees only inches apart. Troy gently placed his hands on Tate's shoulders.
"Are you sure you wanna be with me, here?" He asked. Tate smiled and nodded curtly.
"Of course. I. I..Want you to.." He fought for the words. Troy understood. He was still not entirely over what Wolfe had done to him. he slid his hands down his back and pulled him a little closer. He dropped down and gently began to place kisses on his stomach and chest, the boy shuddered with delight.
"I'm gonna make love to you, Tate. If you want me too?" The boy did not know how to respond as Troy continued the relentless assault on his smooth flesh. He slid up and began to slowly tease the boy's hard little nipples. He paused with his tongue flat across one hard bud, he waited until Tate looked down to watch, then fluttered his tongue over it, causing Tate to almost fall back from the pleasure of it. Troy was shocked at how much this was turning him on. He had never really even thought about getting sexual with other guys before. But as he had been told by Ryan Evans, he was beginning to think that he too might have bi-sexual tendencies. Or it could just be Tate and no one else, he'd have to wait and see.
He eased his companion down onto his back and stayed tenderly kissing for a little while. Then he slowly began to decend down his body, kissing his way softly down. He paused when he reached Tate's engorged manhood and glanced up. He could feel his stomach tensing in anticipation, he knew what he was waiting for and knew that he wanted to do it too. He took a breath, then ran the tip of his tongue teasingly up the hard length from base to tip, then swirled his tongue around the head, before decending quickly. He took as much in as he could, sucking and stroking the hard flesh with his arched slightly, his hands paused in mid air as he contemplated whether he should hold Troy to him. He brought his hands to rest on his shoulder, then gently pulled him closer and groaned as he felt him struggle slightly then manage to take almost all his length down his throat.
"Ooooh! Troy! Suck me! More!" Tate was a little louder than he expected! He reached beneath and teased his sac, while taking as much as he could. He hesitated briefly, then slid his hand down and began to barely touch Tate's tight opening. Tate let him know he was doing OK through his reactions and his deep throaty moans and cries.
Troy sat up and glanced around the room, over on the dressing table he focused on the bottle of lubricant that he had noticed when he first entered the room. He glanced down into Tate's face, he was smiling lovingly up at him. Troy returned the smile then returned his attention to the bottle. He stretched one arm out and extended his fingers towards the bottle. He breathed a little slower then concentrated his mind on it. Then watched as it slowly began to draw the bottle towards himself. He had not tried this before outside of practise, but was pleased with himself as the bottle dropped onto the bed beside him.
He picked it up and flipped the top and let some out onto his fingertips then reached down and began to work it over and slightly inside Tate. He whined softly and bent his knees to his chest giving him better access. He leant over his soon-to-be lover and kissed him gently as he slowly worked more of the fluid into his erect shaft.
"Are you ready for me, Tate?"
"Oh yes! Please my Lord! Fuck me! I need you to!" He stroked his fingers down the side of Troy's face and smiled.
"Put this leg up over my shoulder, yeah like that. I'm coming inside you now!" He put the head against the young man's body, then slowly and steadily began to push in. Tate fought not to tense up and moaned softly as he felt Troy's body begin to slip slowly inside his. He felt himself slowly stretching around Troy's swollen intrusion. Troy kept moving forward, surprised at how much Tate could take. He paused and kissed him gently. He turned his friend to face him and then pulled almost all the way out before sliding deep again.
"Fuck! You're so tight!" He began to slide steadily in and out of his lover. It was different to coupling with a woman, and even different to when he had made love to Ryan. That had been just sex at an orgy, but this, even after such a short space of time, was a lot more affectionate. Tate was completely out of it, lost in the throes of ecstacy as Troy continued to drive his body into his.
This was not going to last long, the pleasure was beginning to creep through Troy's whole body as he moved closer and tighter, his hips driving continually faster and deeper. He brought one hand up and gripped Tate's erection that was pulsing and dribbling pre-cum over his stomach. Tate groaned again and pushed against him while he began to work his fist up and down the shaft.
"Troy! I'm gonna cum! he squealed arching back as his eyes shut. Troy rammed his dick harder, feeling as his balls tightened and he began to shoot his load. He pulled out and finished releasing over the other guys dick and stomach. They made a bit of a mess to be honest! Troy released his hold on the other guy and let him flop back panting on the bed. He lifted his head, then grinned at Troy.
"What are we doing about this?" Tate guestured to the ribbons of cream that both young men had deposited on his stomach, some of it up to his nipples. Troy watched him for a while them moved to kneel beside him.
"I'm not sure about this? But I'll have a go." For a moment Tate tensed in anticipation, then let out a little gasp as Troy touched the tip of his tongue to his stomach, then began to slowly lick up their combined fluids. It didn't taste too bad and he enjoyed listening to Tate whining and moaning beneath him.
When he had finished, he settled down next to his companion, who lay there with a completely satisfied but slightly smug look on his face. Troy snuggled a little closer and began to close his had expected to go back to his own bed once they had finished, but if Troy wanted to snuggle... He was alright with that!
Apologies again for the large amount of slash! Next Chapter coming soon! One-shot will be next though! Allie x