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Part Fourteen

Michael's tongue darted out, running across his knight's lips with promises of what was to come. He kissed Robert's jaw, and down his neck, peeling back the neckline of his tunic to taste all that he could of the soft flesh.
"Michael..." He gasped, not sure what else to do but throw his head back and enjoy what his more experienced lover was doing to him.

Hearing Robert's aristocratic voice almost strangled with desire as it whispered his name only made Michael want to please him even more.
"Lie down." He murmured against his skin.
"In the dish?!"
"Why not?" The younger boy chuckled and shrugged. "We are team captains after all... it makes sense that we should be here."

Robert didn't understand Michael's logic, but it was a reason nonetheless. He would never be able to look at the room the same way again. Once used for quiet reflection and intense training, he'd only be able to think of how sexy Michael looked standing with him at that very moment; his hair and clothes ruffled from his fight, his skin glowing under the yellow candlelight, blood dribbling down his forehead and pooling in his eyebrow-

He reached up to the wound, smearing red across the boy's skin as he tried to wipe it away. "That needs attention."
"Later." Michael dismissed his concern, grabbing Robert by the collar and pulling him into a kiss that would have made all their previous ones blush.

"What is wrong with you?" Enrique demanded the moment the threesome where safely down the hallway. "That is not the way we handle things."
"What did you want me to do - stand there and take it like a chump?"

They weren't the words the blonde would have used to describe it. "Yes, that's exactly what you should have done. Do you have any idea what Robert's going to think of you now?"
"I didn't start the fight."
"I wouldn't say that, more like - you didn't throw the first punch." The Italian boy corrected. "But you were sure going to finish it."
Johnny gave one of his trademark cackles. "Yeah."

"You know you've only made things worse for yourself?"
"You think Robert's going to take Parker's side?!"
"There aren't any sides." Oliver pointed out. "It sounds like you're jealous."
"Of him?!" Johnny sounded offended. "What have I got to be jealous about?"

Michael knelt, dragging Robert - still very attached to his mouth, with him. He laid his lover down on the cobblestone surface of the dish, where they continued their kiss - their lips parting only to take hurried breaths before returning to taste the other again.

The knight wanted to cry out for him to stop. Armed with a vague description of something Oliver had found enjoyable, mixed with the fear that someone could walk through the training room's door at any time, he wasn't prepared to do anything too extreme. Having Michael straddling his waist and kissing him with the kind of passion he'd been taught to avoid, was quite enough of a risk.

Michael drew the zip down Robert's front as he moved to kiss the heaving chest beneath him. Hands hurried to run under the thin white cloth, feeling what his lips could not for the moment. His fingers grazed over a nipple, tweaking it playfully and making its owner squirm.

Pushing the tunic up and out of the way, Michael worked his way down Robert's trembling body - every breath the knight expelled making him shiver in anticipation. The All Star obviously knew what he was doing - he never hesitated, running a line down the middle of Robert's stomach with hot, determined kisses.

The Majestic was going through everything Oliver had told him in his head, trying to keep up. Was Michael equally as wild on his back? Robert was fast realising that even with a crash course in intimacy, he was still way out of his league.

When he didn't protest or make up some flimsy excuse as to why he had to leave, Michael decided to take his seduction up several notches and see how far he could get without scaring him off.

The younger boy's fringe tickled as it followed him down, brushing against already aroused skin. He ran his hand up Robert's thigh, veering over his groin to caress his swollen erection through tight red fabric.

"Michael?!" His voice was as strained as his pants. His hands were poised to push the boy away, but he wanted this. This was the very stuff Oliver had told him about that made him blush so much he thought his face would catch fire.

"Relax..." The American assured him, uncoupling the button on the knight's waistband. "Just lay back and enjoy the ride."

"All right then... " Johnny folded his arms defiantly. Just because Oliver was right didn't mean he had to admit he'd lost the argument. "I am jealous. I'm scared that if Robert gets involved with someone, he's not going to have time for us. Where does that leave the Majestics?"
The other pair were a devil's advocate tag-team. Enrique put a friendly arm around the boy and felt him tense up instantly. "I've got Rosetta and Bianca, and you've got a girlfriend back home too, don't you?"
"So?"
"They don't take away from our dedication to the cause."
"That's because they're not assholes." Johnny growled.

"Be still my beating heart! Johnny, you're such a romantic." Oliver observed sarcastically, making the target of his taunt scowl. "So why isn't Robert allowed the same privilege as us?"
"He's our captain - his team should be his first priority! I risked everything my clan stands for to be part of the Majestics - do you know what my family will think of me if we break up now?"
"It's always about you, isn't it?"
"And why shouldn't it be?! I'm the only one who's making any sense around here!" He spat back. "I'm not going to let Robert ruin what I've - what we've - worked so hard for with this pea-brained infatuation of his!"
Enrique shook his head disdainfully. "The only pea-brained infatuation I see is the one you have to destroy Robert's chance at happiness."

"Michael, no - I cannot... this is too much too fast!"

Robert's innocence was cute, he had to admit. At some of the wilder parties he attended in the past, none of the guys he'd known for less than five minutes argued that he was doing too much when he got on his knees for them.

"I promise I'll be gentle." He sang, sickly sweet.