Chapter 2: SHIRTLESS JECHT AND AURON'S SHIRTLESS ADVENTURE
The evening passed fairly uneventfully. Jecht had manages to find some alcohol from Maester Kinok's reserves, though no one was entirely sure how he obtained it. Nonetheless. He ended up passing out on Auron's couch and sleeping blissfully through the night. The guardian could not sleep at all both from Jecht's snores and the thought of his shirtless from sleeping so close by.
Finally, Auron, after hours of unnecessary angst-ful sleeplessness, finally got up and went for a walk. Teh night air was warm, and the city lights sparkled around him. Pyreflies rose and fell in glittering clouds, and Auron sighed, thinking how romantic the armosphere was, with shock, he realized he wanted to show it to Jecht. "Grr," Auron growled, "I am too manly to be attracted to another man!" He pulled off his heavy red coat. But only let it drop enough to expose his left arm. Auron examined his muscles. Fortunately, they were still nice and muscelly. If only Jecht hadn't passed out in a drunken stupor.
Auron couldn't shake this feeling from his mind. He wanted to touch Jecht's pecs. He wanted to feel them ripple. Auron tried to convince himself that it was only out of curiosity and not sexual pleasure as he turn away from the man without a shirt to cover his form.
He had, of course, returned to the room, as he very well could not have fondeled Jecht's not so covered form while in the city. Auron told himself that his own great attraction to Jecht's pecs was due to the fact that the moment he'd been born his mother had wrapped him in this veruy red coat. Never having taken it off, Auron did not know if he himself had pecs. Still, he couldn't help feeling that perhapes it was something deeper that made him love- NO!!! NOT love. Never love.. Right? Just then Jecht stirred.
And he promptly burped and went back to sleep, snoring profusely. Suddenly, Braska swung open the door to the room. "Ready to go?" "Yes," Auron grunted, eager to leave. It wwas very awkword being in theis darkened room with a half-nude man. "Awww. He's so cute when he's sleeping."
Auron turned abruptly to Braska who stood there smiling, his eyes taking on the distinct shape fo horseshoes. "What.did.you say?" Auron asked slowly. "Oh Auron, I'm just kidding!" Braska teased. "It was just a joke!" Auron laughed nervusly and coughed slightely.
Turning, he prodded Jecht with one foot. "Get up." He snapped. Braska frowned "you may not like Jecht, but you can still be civil." Auron grunted a response. Heh. If only Braska know the truth. But if he and Jecht thought Auron disliked Jecht, so much the better. "where are we going now, Braska?" "Don't know." Braska replied cheefully. "Let's just walk around and see." With Jecht finally awake. And still shirtless, the three struck out. Braska headed North, and Jecht went vaguely west. After some confusion, they organized themselves and chose one road a random.
After about an hour of walking, the obvious occurred. Jecht began to whine. "I'm cold! Where are we going? I'm hungry. Can we rest now?" Auron chuckled to himself. "And he called ME a wimp." He muttered to himself. Just then he felt and arm around him. THen Jecht whispered in his ear "I know you don't like me. but if I could just rest on your shoulder."
Auron shivered. Froa moment, he allowedJecht to be close, enjoying the moment. Then Braska, who was skipping up ahead, looked back. Auron turned almost as red as his coat. "Get away from me, knave!" he shounted. And strode away. "Just bum a shirt, you fool!"
The evening passed fairly uneventfully. Jecht had manages to find some alcohol from Maester Kinok's reserves, though no one was entirely sure how he obtained it. Nonetheless. He ended up passing out on Auron's couch and sleeping blissfully through the night. The guardian could not sleep at all both from Jecht's snores and the thought of his shirtless from sleeping so close by.
Finally, Auron, after hours of unnecessary angst-ful sleeplessness, finally got up and went for a walk. Teh night air was warm, and the city lights sparkled around him. Pyreflies rose and fell in glittering clouds, and Auron sighed, thinking how romantic the armosphere was, with shock, he realized he wanted to show it to Jecht. "Grr," Auron growled, "I am too manly to be attracted to another man!" He pulled off his heavy red coat. But only let it drop enough to expose his left arm. Auron examined his muscles. Fortunately, they were still nice and muscelly. If only Jecht hadn't passed out in a drunken stupor.
Auron couldn't shake this feeling from his mind. He wanted to touch Jecht's pecs. He wanted to feel them ripple. Auron tried to convince himself that it was only out of curiosity and not sexual pleasure as he turn away from the man without a shirt to cover his form.
He had, of course, returned to the room, as he very well could not have fondeled Jecht's not so covered form while in the city. Auron told himself that his own great attraction to Jecht's pecs was due to the fact that the moment he'd been born his mother had wrapped him in this veruy red coat. Never having taken it off, Auron did not know if he himself had pecs. Still, he couldn't help feeling that perhapes it was something deeper that made him love- NO!!! NOT love. Never love.. Right? Just then Jecht stirred.
And he promptly burped and went back to sleep, snoring profusely. Suddenly, Braska swung open the door to the room. "Ready to go?" "Yes," Auron grunted, eager to leave. It wwas very awkword being in theis darkened room with a half-nude man. "Awww. He's so cute when he's sleeping."
Auron turned abruptly to Braska who stood there smiling, his eyes taking on the distinct shape fo horseshoes. "What.did.you say?" Auron asked slowly. "Oh Auron, I'm just kidding!" Braska teased. "It was just a joke!" Auron laughed nervusly and coughed slightely.
Turning, he prodded Jecht with one foot. "Get up." He snapped. Braska frowned "you may not like Jecht, but you can still be civil." Auron grunted a response. Heh. If only Braska know the truth. But if he and Jecht thought Auron disliked Jecht, so much the better. "where are we going now, Braska?" "Don't know." Braska replied cheefully. "Let's just walk around and see." With Jecht finally awake. And still shirtless, the three struck out. Braska headed North, and Jecht went vaguely west. After some confusion, they organized themselves and chose one road a random.
After about an hour of walking, the obvious occurred. Jecht began to whine. "I'm cold! Where are we going? I'm hungry. Can we rest now?" Auron chuckled to himself. "And he called ME a wimp." He muttered to himself. Just then he felt and arm around him. THen Jecht whispered in his ear "I know you don't like me. but if I could just rest on your shoulder."
Auron shivered. Froa moment, he allowedJecht to be close, enjoying the moment. Then Braska, who was skipping up ahead, looked back. Auron turned almost as red as his coat. "Get away from me, knave!" he shounted. And strode away. "Just bum a shirt, you fool!"
