Part VII.
"Rody, you are driving me wild!" Percival laughed, hugging the boy to him. All evening--after attending a play at the theater and having a very private dinner together in the knight's room--the magician had been overly affectionate and tender, always touching Percy's hand or face or back, kissing his throat whenever they stood near each other, and now he was trying to rip the soldier's shirt away from him.
"Slow down, Rody!" Percival turned suddenly serious. "I hope you're not behaving this way because you're afraid of losing me."
"I almost lost you once, because I wouldn't listen to you when you told me the truth," Rody admitted, "and I don't intend to let it happen again--ever." With that, he slipped his own blouse over his head and tossed it onto the bedroom floor, feeling shy to have his boyfriend looking at his bare chest. "Forgive me?"
"Oh, Rody... Rody, no." Percival shook his head, buttoning up his shirt faster than Rody could unbutton it. "Rody, you don't have to do this to make me stay with you. I just want your heart; there's no reason to give me your body when you're not ready to do this."
"What makes you think I'm not ready?" Rody slid his pants down over his ankles and kicked them away. He very slowly pulled his long, long black hair free of its tie, and the silky strands spilled over his back like some midnight rain. He made a stunning vision, his pale body in sharp contrast with that raven hair. And, Percival noticed with amazement, the boy was erect. He was being totally sincere!
"...Rody..."
"Please, Percival--take me. I want to be yours, forever."
The knight couldn't refuse his true love's request. "Rody...are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure! Percy, I'm getting cold. You'd better do something about it!"
Percival stood for a moment more, his gaze lingering on the boy's body for another instant before he went into action. First, to dim the lights. He blew out most of the candles in the room until everything seemed to be just glowing, then went to close the drapes, lest some peeping tom spy on them. "Go ahead and get comfortable," the knight said softly, turning down the bed. "I'll only be a second." He reached for his top button.
"No," Rody said. "Let me do that. But first, carry me over to the bed."
Percival's heart raced with excitement. Rody certainly seemed ready to take the step! The Zexen willingly went to Rody's side and took the lithe body into his arms, lifting him as lightly as a doll and carrying him over to place him gently between the sheets.
Rody shivered from the coldness of the satin. "Oh, Percy, hurry! I'm freezing!"
The knight climbed onto the bed, kneeling between Rody's legs. "Rody...I love you."
"And I love you, Percival."
"You know you don't have to do this for me..."
"Yes. But I want to."
Percival leaned forward and kissed Rody's sweet mouth, then turned his head to place hot kisses along the boy's throat. Rody's hands moved deftly to his lover's chest to unbutton his shirt once more, then together they slid it off the knight's torso and Percival flung it to goddess knows where. His pants quickly followed, and the couple was bared before one another for the first time.
The knight leaned over again and kissed Rody's lips, a promise of sweet things to come. He whispered of the magician's divine beauty, his gentle nature and loving spirit. He ran his hands along the boy's hips to spark excitement, and finally he worked up to the act, sliding into his lover as easily as possible.
Rody cried out softly, but he didn't ask for Percival to stop. Instead, he clung to him with need and held back further whimpers, despite momentary discomfort.
"Don't let me hurt you," Percival murmured. "Tell me to stop if it hurts."
"...I'm okay," Rody replied slowly. "Is this...is this sex?"
"No, Rody," Percival answered, giving his lightly sweating forehead a gentle kiss. "This is making love."
And then the pair moved together under the blankets as one, Rody forgetting his shyness as the pleasure overrode the pain, and Percival telling Rody with every gentle thrust that he was loved in many ways.
The moment finally came, and both young men held on tightly until the last, their mouths locked in the most passionate of kisses.
"Rody...I love you."
"And I love you, Percival."
"You know you didn't have to do this for me..."
"Yes. But I wanted to."
The End
"Rody, you are driving me wild!" Percival laughed, hugging the boy to him. All evening--after attending a play at the theater and having a very private dinner together in the knight's room--the magician had been overly affectionate and tender, always touching Percy's hand or face or back, kissing his throat whenever they stood near each other, and now he was trying to rip the soldier's shirt away from him.
"Slow down, Rody!" Percival turned suddenly serious. "I hope you're not behaving this way because you're afraid of losing me."
"I almost lost you once, because I wouldn't listen to you when you told me the truth," Rody admitted, "and I don't intend to let it happen again--ever." With that, he slipped his own blouse over his head and tossed it onto the bedroom floor, feeling shy to have his boyfriend looking at his bare chest. "Forgive me?"
"Oh, Rody... Rody, no." Percival shook his head, buttoning up his shirt faster than Rody could unbutton it. "Rody, you don't have to do this to make me stay with you. I just want your heart; there's no reason to give me your body when you're not ready to do this."
"What makes you think I'm not ready?" Rody slid his pants down over his ankles and kicked them away. He very slowly pulled his long, long black hair free of its tie, and the silky strands spilled over his back like some midnight rain. He made a stunning vision, his pale body in sharp contrast with that raven hair. And, Percival noticed with amazement, the boy was erect. He was being totally sincere!
"...Rody..."
"Please, Percival--take me. I want to be yours, forever."
The knight couldn't refuse his true love's request. "Rody...are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure! Percy, I'm getting cold. You'd better do something about it!"
Percival stood for a moment more, his gaze lingering on the boy's body for another instant before he went into action. First, to dim the lights. He blew out most of the candles in the room until everything seemed to be just glowing, then went to close the drapes, lest some peeping tom spy on them. "Go ahead and get comfortable," the knight said softly, turning down the bed. "I'll only be a second." He reached for his top button.
"No," Rody said. "Let me do that. But first, carry me over to the bed."
Percival's heart raced with excitement. Rody certainly seemed ready to take the step! The Zexen willingly went to Rody's side and took the lithe body into his arms, lifting him as lightly as a doll and carrying him over to place him gently between the sheets.
Rody shivered from the coldness of the satin. "Oh, Percy, hurry! I'm freezing!"
The knight climbed onto the bed, kneeling between Rody's legs. "Rody...I love you."
"And I love you, Percival."
"You know you don't have to do this for me..."
"Yes. But I want to."
Percival leaned forward and kissed Rody's sweet mouth, then turned his head to place hot kisses along the boy's throat. Rody's hands moved deftly to his lover's chest to unbutton his shirt once more, then together they slid it off the knight's torso and Percival flung it to goddess knows where. His pants quickly followed, and the couple was bared before one another for the first time.
The knight leaned over again and kissed Rody's lips, a promise of sweet things to come. He whispered of the magician's divine beauty, his gentle nature and loving spirit. He ran his hands along the boy's hips to spark excitement, and finally he worked up to the act, sliding into his lover as easily as possible.
Rody cried out softly, but he didn't ask for Percival to stop. Instead, he clung to him with need and held back further whimpers, despite momentary discomfort.
"Don't let me hurt you," Percival murmured. "Tell me to stop if it hurts."
"...I'm okay," Rody replied slowly. "Is this...is this sex?"
"No, Rody," Percival answered, giving his lightly sweating forehead a gentle kiss. "This is making love."
And then the pair moved together under the blankets as one, Rody forgetting his shyness as the pleasure overrode the pain, and Percival telling Rody with every gentle thrust that he was loved in many ways.
The moment finally came, and both young men held on tightly until the last, their mouths locked in the most passionate of kisses.
"Rody...I love you."
"And I love you, Percival."
"You know you didn't have to do this for me..."
"Yes. But I wanted to."
The End