Hi Friends!
No, your eyes are not playing tricks on you. I had such a sucky week and weekend that I couldn't bring myself to write the next chapter to "Solivagent." It was just too depressing and I needed a good pick-me-up. I failed my second licensing test, my lovely daughter is teething and keeping us up all night and my Detroit Tigers just got kicked out of the running for the World Series among other things. So I decided to write this little bit of fluff. It has been on my mind since I finished the story and I though...hey...why the hell not? So, get ready for some yummy slashy times!
Forgive my mistakes. I am dead tired today.
Enjoy!
The wooden door burst open from a mighty kick of the king's muscular leg. In the darker man's arms was a willowy body that was decked out in and extravagant purple doublet and matching hose. The cloak that was draped across the bony shoulders was sweeping the ground causing the larger man a bit of trouble as he walked into the room. "I swear I can't wait to peel that thing off of you," Derek said with a gruff passion.
Spencer giggled, "I told you not to carry me like a woman."
"And I told you that carrying your significant other across the threshold was a tradition. So that meant one of us had to be carried across and unless you planned on using some sort of super strength that I was unaware you had…well, the logical choice was you," Derek countered playfully, nudging the door closed behind him with his toe.
The newly married king crossed his arms and pouted, "I'm not that weak."
Taken in by the boy's sad puppy dog eyes, Derek quickly pecked a kiss on his lover's lips, "I know you're not weak. It's just that I'm 200lbs of pure muscle and you can barely lift a broadsword."
"I don't have to…I can shoot a crossbow just fine," the young man smirked.
"Tell me about it," Derek bellowed fondly as he finagled his right hand onto the knob and turned it slowly.
Derek marveled as Spencer's face lit up like the morning sun at the sight of the bedroom. The room had been adorned with a hundred of candles encapsulated in multicolored glass globes. The lights had been special ordered from a world famous glazier who was renowned for making cathedral stained glass windows. The unique colors casted a romantic hue throughout the room in a variety of shades that neither man had ever seen.
The decorative lamps weren't the only things glistening in the candle light. In addition to the gorgeous glass there were silver chains strung across the ceiling with glass prisms dangling down in the shape of snowflakes. No two crystals were alike and as you walked through the room they shifted colors as they captured a different shade from each new angle.
"Derek," Spencer whispered in awe, "it's beautiful. I-I've never seen anything like it."
The larger man grinned with pleasure, "I got the idea from the stained glass windows in the dining room. I saw how you would always look at them every night when the sun was going down during dinner. You seemed so fascinated by the colors and I wanted to see that same expression on you tonight."
Reaching up from his supine position in the king's arms, Spencer wrapped his arms around his husband and gave him a big hug, "You are amazing."
"I know."
"…and conceited."
"I know that too."
The new monarch pulled back and smiled, "Will you put me down now?"
"Sure, right over here," Derek swept the man in his arms across the room and plopped him down on the green velvet duvet that covered their bed.
The boy's slim form landed on the bed and immediately sank down into the downy mattress. Laughing, he pushed himself up onto his elbows and said, "Thanks. But I wanted to take this ridiculous outfit off and get into something more comfortable."
The king licked his lips lustfully as his eyes roved over his lover's expensively enshrouded body, "Nah-uh…helping you out of those clothes is my job."
A wanton look spread across Spencer's face, "Than what are you waiting for?"
Derek, barely holding in the desire that was coursing through every inch of his body, stuck his hand out and pushed his beloved down flat onto the bed, "Not so fast." The king brought his knee up and leaned over his lover's prone form, "I've got a surprise for you." As fast as lightening, the darker man whipped his hand underneath his cloak and produced a thin band of cloth. He went to affix it around the boy's head when he heard a meek whimper.
Spencer brought his hand up and pushed the cloth away, "You know I don't like the dark."
"I know but I don't want you peeking," the king said, grasping the other's wrist and pushing it down firmly onto the mattress.
"What if I close my eyes and promise not to look?"
Derek chuckled, "Nah-uh…you always say that and then you peek. Just trust me…I would never hurt you."
Spencer looked deeply into Derek's eyes and nodded his head in agreement, "Alright."
The gentle giant wrapped the black silk cloth around the honey-brown eyes and tied a loose knot in the back. He couldn't help but smile at the small pout that appeared on his lover's pert pink lips and without even realizing it he leaned down and captured them with his own.
The kiss took Spencer by surprise but the boy was quick to respond with fervor as his tongue battled with the other for dominance. The new co-king could feel himself losing the battle so he tried to wrap his arms around Derek's neck to gain a better position but his partner was quick to grab both of his wrists and force them back down.
The dominant male clamped his teeth down on the other's swollen pink one before he pulled back. "Stay put and don't move a muscle," Derek growled with pleasure as he felt the boy's body stiffen under his orders.
Spencer could feel the other man get up from bed as the mattress bounced back from the loss of his weight. His keen ears listened as his lover shuffled across the room and rifled through some objects. His eyes strained against the darkness that the soft fabric brought upon his vison but for once in his life he wasn't afraid of it. The lack of sight it created coupled with Derek's unspoken promise of pleasure was bringing the boy to arousal as he waited for his lover to accomplish his mission.
A sudden crashing sound startled the king out of his musing, "Derek? Are you alright?"
His hand immediately went up to push the cloth away when a voice shouted out, "Don't take that off! I'm fine…really. Just knocked something over."
"O-okay."
Moment later the bed dipped again and the touch of flesh against his cheek surprised the young man. "You're so beautiful. You know that right?"
"I-I do now," Spencer whispered as he nuzzled into Derek's strong hand.
Derek pulled his hand back and readied his surprise, "Okay, you can take it off now."
Sad at the loss of contact but excited to find out what his husband had in store, Spencer pushed the silk away from his face and looked up to find a key swinging from a platinum chain. "Derek? What is that?"
"The key to my heart," the man responded before he busted out in laughter. "Nah, I don't know about you but that was even too mushy for me."
"It was a little over the top…what? Was Penelope coaching you on your delivery?"
"You could say she had a hand in that line," Derek admitted.
"So, what is it really?" Spencer asked earnestly.
Derek's hand reached up and caressed the silver collar wrapped around his husband's neck, "You know how you can't ever take this off...I'm making it so that I can't take mine off. Well…at least not without your permission."
"You mean…"
"Yeah, this is the key to mine," Derek said as he reached up and touched his own. "Here, let me put this on you." Derek reached forth with the ends of the chain in each hand. He reached his hands around Spencer's neck and clasped the necklace.
Immediately, Spencer reached up and caught the silver key in his fingers, studying the object and what it represented. "Thank you."
"You're welcome, Pretty Boy. Now I think it's time that you give me my gift."
The newly wedded boy looked up with an "O" formed on his lips, "But…b-but I-I don't…"
The king couldn't stomach the panic he just set his beloved in and decided to put him out of his misery. "Shh…," he commanded gently as he put a finger up to Spencer's perfect mouth. "The only gift I need from you is to see you wearing that chain…only that chain."
Spencer's doe-like eyes went wide as a blush crept across his face. The arousal that he felt earlier came back ten-fold as he felt Derek's strong hands brush down his doublet and stop at his waist. The man's stout fingers found the ties that were hold the breaches in place and started to unfasten the knot. As soon as the laces were unraveled those same hands slid the soft fabric down Spencer's milky thighs and discarded the pants onto the ground.
"My…my…my, I never figured you for the type to go it free underneath," Derek remarked at the lack of underwear he found underneath.
A playful smile formed as a sparkle of desire started shining in Spencer's eyes, "I just wanted to make sure our wedding night was special."
"Oh god…you drive me crazy. You act all demure and proper around everyone else but here…in here with me you are infuriatingly coquettish."
"I like to keep you on your toes," Spencer said brazenly.
Derek let out another growl of desire and started attacking the purple doublet. He made short work of the cloth and in a matter of moments Spencer's lithe body was exposed to the chill of the room. "Now that's more like it," the king muttered as he traced his fingers up and down the subtle curves that had been hidden underneath the extravagant clothes.
A small pout overtook the boy's visage as he crossed his arms over his chest, shielding his upper body from view. "This isn't fair."
"What's not fair?"
"I'm the only one naked."
"I think I can rectify that," Derek said shamelessly as he stripped off his top and pants at high speed.
The second his chocolaty body was reveal the man planted himself on the bed, hovering over top the contrasting colored body beneath him. Spencer reached up and pulled the other man down on top of him and ground his hardened groin up against the other man's. "No that's more like it," he murmured in Derek's ear, parroting the man's earlier words.
The co-king went on to say something else but before he could utter another syllable the muscular man's lips smothered his own. Their hands went wild exploring each other as they maintained the heated liplock. They left no inch of skin undiscovered as they expressed their love in a physical sense.
In a sudden act of aggression, Spencer gripped Derek's sides and flipped him over. The darker man looked up to see a heaving genius perched on top of his midsection. The boy wordlessly started to trail his fingers up the other man's chest and played with his pert nipples. He rolled the buds between his fingers and smiled coyly at the groan he elicited from his lover.
Biting his lip in enjoyment he shifted his body backwards and exposed Derek's nether-regions. His luxuriously long fingers then started their trip back down the sculpted body until they were lingering a half an inch above his lover's hardened member. Derek's breath hissed out in ecstasy when Spencer finally closed the gap and gripped the other man's organ tightly.
"Oh god," Derek moaned as his beloved pumped up and down.
The larger man gripped the sheets tightly in his hands and closed his eyes as he allowed the sensation to travel all throughout his body. He could feel himself nearing completion when he whipped open his eyes and turned the tables on the younger man.
Spencer let out a gasp of surprise as he felt his body hurtle toward the velvet covers. "Not yet," Derek simply said as he grabbed the boy's wiry wrists in one hand and held them down above his brown mop of curls.
Spencer turned his head to the side and wiggled a little against Derek's hold. It wasn't that he didn't trust his husband but images from his past tried to infiltrate his head. He had to make an effort to push them back and focus on the moment instead of letting his demons spoil their night.
As if reading his mind, Derek's voice boomed throughout the room, "Look at me."
Always the submissive, Spencer instantly did as commanded and steadied his gaze on the king. "Focus on me. Don't break this connection." The demand sounded harsh but look in his lover's eyes was soft and understanding.
The young man nodded and breathed out, "Never."
With a cheeky half-smile Derek plunged in for another kiss as the fingers on his free hand wandered below Spencer's waist. The younger man could feel the digits probing his soft skin and saw the twinkle in Derek's eye when they found their goal.
The ordained king knew he had hit the jackpot when a soft mew escaped the plump pink lips that he loved so much. He relished the way his beloved's eyes widened as feelings of lust replaced his temporary misgivings. His ministrations caused the boy to mew more frequently as the friction of his hand stimulated the plump appendage. As he felt his lover get close to the edge he pulled back and allowed his fingers to finish their journey.
A harrumph of unhappiness escaped the boy's mouth at the sudden change. Derek, with pupils blown wide with desire just whispered, "Patience."
Spencer opened his mouth to respond but was silenced when a meaty finger was placed inside of it. Without being told he started to suck on the appendage, lathering it with his saliva and twirling it with his tongue. "Oh, the things you do to me," Derek moaned as he pulled his wet digit out and placed it underneath the boy's tight ass. He teased the pucker that was housed between the two milky cheeks and then pushed in unannounced.
The new king's back shot arched up off the bed at the sensation as a wanton cry escaped his lips. "M-m-more," he sputtered, training his eyes back on the other man.
Not having to be told twice, Derek placed pulled out his hand and placed two more fingers in Spencer's heated mouth. Following the same drill, the boy lubed them up excitedly anticipating their use.
Not one to disappoint, the king thrust them back inside the other one at a time and gently teased them in and out in preparation.
"Please Derek…" came Spencer's soft entreaty.
Unable to resist his lover's call and the soft supplication in his eyes, Derek placed a tender kiss on the boy's lips as he pushed the foal-like legs aside in order to thrust himself inside.
The experience was strikingly erotic as both men felt the sensation of the other from their own perspective. Derek was reveling in the tight heat of his lover's entrance while Spencer couldn't get enough of the pressurized friction that stimulated his nerves.
They rocked together in perfect harmony, anticipating each other's needs while fulfilling their own. Spencer was so lost in the moment that he started to push up against the iron grip that held him down. His struggling fueled Derek with more desire than he thought possible as he grunted out, "I thought I told you to stay?"
"D-derek, pl-please," the genius cried as the other man hit his most sensitive spot.
The dominant partner tightened his grip, aiming for the same location again. He watched in pleasure as his lover gritted his teeth and wiggled his fingers helplessly under his control. The power of the moment overwhelmed the ordained king as he allowed his body to enjoy each thrust as he inched toward completion.
Unexpectedly he let go of his husbands wrists and used his now free hand to prop himself up using the wall. Instantly, Spencer's arms wrapped around his neck as the boy's eyes lit on fire with freedom. As if sensing the other's needs the two crushed their lips together in an epic kiss as they both came to fruition at the same time.
The moment seemed frozen in time as they held the kiss well past their completion. Finally, panting in exhaustion, Derek pulled back from the kiss and enveloped the younger man's small body with his arms.
"I think I just fell in love with you all over again," Derek said in a heartfelt murmur.
The teary eyed newly-wed looked up into his husband's eyes and professed, "Than we're perfect for each other because I fall in love with you again every day."