Part II.
"So you don't think he was serious?" Rody asked worriedly. He was sitting on the balcony ledge of Percival's private quarters next to his boyfriend, his hair blowing loose and free in the cool night air. They had just finished another romantic dinner alone together and were having a drink on the veranda.
"Of course he can't have been serious!" Percival snorted, taking another sip of his wine. "Borus is never serious. He's very passionate about things, while he's riled up about them. He's probably just mad he missed our...performance." He was referring, of course, to the play they'd acted together in, Romeo and Juliet. They'd each had a lead role, thanks to their good friend Nei, and the audience had been captivated by their sweet scenes together. With a sly grin, Percival gazed into his love's eyes.
Rody felt his heart pound furiously under that look. Percival always made him weak in the knees; he melted every time the knight glanced his way. "So...you don't think he's jealous?"
"If not, he ought to be." Percival moved until he was standing between Rody's legs. The boy was barefoot, wearing black silk pants and a matching flare-sleeved half-shirt that revealed the perfect flat expanse of his tiny belly. The knight put his arms around Rody's slender waist and bent down just a bit, so he could kiss the boy's stomach.
Rody gasped in pleasure, almost falling over backwards off the balcony.
"Hold on!" Percival laughed, catching hold of his love before he actually fell. "Did you like that? I didn't mean to make you so excited. You shouldn't tease me this way, Rody..."
The magician couldn't even reply; he simply fell into Percival's arms and let himself be carried back indoors.
"Hope you didn't have too much wine," Percival murmured. "I'd hate to make you stay here with me tonight..." He set Rody down on his bed with a suggestive look.
"...Percy," Rody started, raising a hand to the knight's shoulder.
"Ssh..." Percival soothed. "I know. I was just playing. I've told you before, Rody--we'll only take this as far as you want to go. Just let me know when you're ready. I'll wait for you."
Rody looked away with flushed cheeks. "...I'm sorry," he began.
"Ssh," Percival mumured, silencing his dear with a finger pressed gently to his lips. "No apologies, love." He sank down onto the bed next to Rody, and slipped his arms around him in a tender embrace. "Is this okay?"
Rody hesitated. "...Just kissing, okay?"
"Of course," the knight murmured softly. His young love was so shy that sometimes Percival had to restrain himself from pushing him too far. He tried to remember to ask permission before he ever dared to kiss the magician, and he never touched him in an indecent manner. He was so in love; he'd wait forever to be with Rody, if he must.
Rody closed his eyes tightly, and Percival could feel that he was apprehensive. It was a normal reaction, really. He knew that Rody loved and trusted him, but the timing just wasn't right for...that. They needed to get to know each other better first. They'd only been a couple for a month now. They had been drinking just now, although only a bit, and they were on Percival's bed; it was a precarious situation, especially for the inexperienced boy.
The knight didn't want Rody to feel uncomfortable with him--ever. He didn't want to do something that would make Rody fear he was being taken advantage of. So instead of trying to make out with him, Percival began to run his hands through Rody's hair, whispering into his ear words expressing his appreciation of the youth's beauty and gentleness.
Soon, like always, Rody was melting into those words and that gentle touch. He fell against Percival's chest and held on tight, not wanting it to end.
Tonight, he was feeling a little more confident. He'd worn this particular outfit for a reason. He didn't intend to go all the way with Percival--it was still far too early for that, at least for him--but he loved to entice his boyfriend by appearing provocative. He wanted Percival to know that he belonged solely to him, and never to another.
Percival was wearing a soft, white, cotton shirt--a fancy ruffled affair with drawstrings in the front; those strings just happened to be loosened. Rody took the initiative to give them a gentle tug, so that the knight's warm skin was revealed to him. He hugged Percival a little bit closer, then timidly pressed his lips to the knight's chest.
The Zexen gasped in surprise. "Rody--!" he sighed. He put one hand on the back of the boy's head to encourage him, but the magician had hardly meant to elicit such an intense reaction, and was afraid to continue. "...Are you okay, Rody?"
"I'm s-sorry, Percy," the boy said shakily. "I wanted to--honest!--but I couldn't--I mean, I just--"
"Ssh! Don't you worry about a thing!" Percival assured him, giving his shoulder a friendly squeeze. "Take your time, Rody. I realize this if your first relationship with a man. I'm willing to help you with it, so don't be afraid of telling me 'no' or something, okay? Okay?"
Rody nodded, smiling gratefully. "I love you, Percival."
"So you don't think he was serious?" Rody asked worriedly. He was sitting on the balcony ledge of Percival's private quarters next to his boyfriend, his hair blowing loose and free in the cool night air. They had just finished another romantic dinner alone together and were having a drink on the veranda.
"Of course he can't have been serious!" Percival snorted, taking another sip of his wine. "Borus is never serious. He's very passionate about things, while he's riled up about them. He's probably just mad he missed our...performance." He was referring, of course, to the play they'd acted together in, Romeo and Juliet. They'd each had a lead role, thanks to their good friend Nei, and the audience had been captivated by their sweet scenes together. With a sly grin, Percival gazed into his love's eyes.
Rody felt his heart pound furiously under that look. Percival always made him weak in the knees; he melted every time the knight glanced his way. "So...you don't think he's jealous?"
"If not, he ought to be." Percival moved until he was standing between Rody's legs. The boy was barefoot, wearing black silk pants and a matching flare-sleeved half-shirt that revealed the perfect flat expanse of his tiny belly. The knight put his arms around Rody's slender waist and bent down just a bit, so he could kiss the boy's stomach.
Rody gasped in pleasure, almost falling over backwards off the balcony.
"Hold on!" Percival laughed, catching hold of his love before he actually fell. "Did you like that? I didn't mean to make you so excited. You shouldn't tease me this way, Rody..."
The magician couldn't even reply; he simply fell into Percival's arms and let himself be carried back indoors.
"Hope you didn't have too much wine," Percival murmured. "I'd hate to make you stay here with me tonight..." He set Rody down on his bed with a suggestive look.
"...Percy," Rody started, raising a hand to the knight's shoulder.
"Ssh..." Percival soothed. "I know. I was just playing. I've told you before, Rody--we'll only take this as far as you want to go. Just let me know when you're ready. I'll wait for you."
Rody looked away with flushed cheeks. "...I'm sorry," he began.
"Ssh," Percival mumured, silencing his dear with a finger pressed gently to his lips. "No apologies, love." He sank down onto the bed next to Rody, and slipped his arms around him in a tender embrace. "Is this okay?"
Rody hesitated. "...Just kissing, okay?"
"Of course," the knight murmured softly. His young love was so shy that sometimes Percival had to restrain himself from pushing him too far. He tried to remember to ask permission before he ever dared to kiss the magician, and he never touched him in an indecent manner. He was so in love; he'd wait forever to be with Rody, if he must.
Rody closed his eyes tightly, and Percival could feel that he was apprehensive. It was a normal reaction, really. He knew that Rody loved and trusted him, but the timing just wasn't right for...that. They needed to get to know each other better first. They'd only been a couple for a month now. They had been drinking just now, although only a bit, and they were on Percival's bed; it was a precarious situation, especially for the inexperienced boy.
The knight didn't want Rody to feel uncomfortable with him--ever. He didn't want to do something that would make Rody fear he was being taken advantage of. So instead of trying to make out with him, Percival began to run his hands through Rody's hair, whispering into his ear words expressing his appreciation of the youth's beauty and gentleness.
Soon, like always, Rody was melting into those words and that gentle touch. He fell against Percival's chest and held on tight, not wanting it to end.
Tonight, he was feeling a little more confident. He'd worn this particular outfit for a reason. He didn't intend to go all the way with Percival--it was still far too early for that, at least for him--but he loved to entice his boyfriend by appearing provocative. He wanted Percival to know that he belonged solely to him, and never to another.
Percival was wearing a soft, white, cotton shirt--a fancy ruffled affair with drawstrings in the front; those strings just happened to be loosened. Rody took the initiative to give them a gentle tug, so that the knight's warm skin was revealed to him. He hugged Percival a little bit closer, then timidly pressed his lips to the knight's chest.
The Zexen gasped in surprise. "Rody--!" he sighed. He put one hand on the back of the boy's head to encourage him, but the magician had hardly meant to elicit such an intense reaction, and was afraid to continue. "...Are you okay, Rody?"
"I'm s-sorry, Percy," the boy said shakily. "I wanted to--honest!--but I couldn't--I mean, I just--"
"Ssh! Don't you worry about a thing!" Percival assured him, giving his shoulder a friendly squeeze. "Take your time, Rody. I realize this if your first relationship with a man. I'm willing to help you with it, so don't be afraid of telling me 'no' or something, okay? Okay?"
Rody nodded, smiling gratefully. "I love you, Percival."