Chapter 15
Merry Christmas, everyone (if you celebrate, of course)! This is my christmas gift for all of you :)
I realized I should have made this a sequel, but it's a little late for that. I never thought that my little "sidestory" would lead to a whole new plotpoint... kind of.
But let's see what happened... are you excited? Yes? Very well, because you should.
Gwendal decided that it would be best to not tell Gunter everything that had happened the night before. It would be too embarrassing for his friend, and he was kind of afraid of the reaction he might get at telling him. And he didn't even now how to react himself, so if Gunter didn't remember, that would be an easy and quick solution.
But as long as he remembered it, the scenes would surely follow him even to his dreams...
Gunter had been walking - well, more like stumbling - at his side, his arm laying heavy around his shoulders, shaky, mumbling incoherent words. His own arm had been wrapped around the white-haired man's waist, holding him close to help him balance his weight.
At the end of a seemingly endless hallway, they had finally reached his rooms. He had unlocked the door, with one hand still supporting Gunter, who was leaning against the wall, his head down on his chest, drowsy.
Then again, the other one stumbling randomly through his room, not clearly looking for anything. He had been irritated.
„You have to rest, Gunter," he had tried to calm him down and get him to bed.
„Maybe," the latter babbled. „But my robes..." He was twitching at the long, white fabric without any actual result in getting anything off.
He had sighed and stepped to his friend, helping him to unbutton the cape and robes and flung his clothes down on the nearest chair. It had not been that easy at all, as Gunter was a tall, trained soldier, and he was in fact a lot heavier than he looked. He had had to prevent him several times from falling down on his knees or backside, resulting in the other one leaning into his chest heavily.
Not only had Gunter been half-naked by now, only wearing the usual underwear of the royals – and he realized he had no pajamas for the other one. He was always sleeping in his underwear, and he hadn't been able to his friend here without anyone to look for him.
So, he had to sleep like that.
But somehow, the other one had decided to not let go of that embrace. His arms were wrapped tightly around his waist, clinging to his body.
„Gunter," he had tried to address him once more, softly running his hand through the silky white hair of the adjutant, „come to bed with me, okay?"
„Mh-" just that muffled sound against his neck, where the other one's head was laying by now. He could feel the vibration caused by his lips and that sound that had come deep from his throat. It felt strange and... good.
And things only got worse.
He felt the counselor's lips move carefully, sucking onto the sensitive skin of his neck. It seemed like nothing more than a teasing bite, but yet...
He had closed his eyes and leaned down, trying hard to not moan while resting his head at Gunter's shoulder.
The latter had sucked a little harder, broken just by a few light kisses onto his neck. Without thinking about it, he had also laid his lips onto the white-haired man's neck, pushing a soft kiss there. Gunter had not seemed startled at all, his hands had just been pulling his body closer.
He had had no clue what was going on or why he was so going with the flow. His hands had wandered up and down his friends back, caressing it softly. He felt the other one whimper under his ministrations.
What the hell was he thinking?
He hadn't want to. He was just enjoying the moment. He didn't care.
And with that thought, he finally had managed to draw Gunter into the bed, covering his body with the sheets. He had been very grateful to find a second one in his closet.
At least, his friend had been laying there peacefully, yet obviously not asleep.
He had quickly pulled off his gala uniform, leaving it somewhere on the floor, and slipped under his own blanket.
Then, Gunter again, and before he could have blinked the man lay back in his arms, snuggling into his chest. He could feel that the other one had still been uneasy.
He had run his hand through Gunter's hair, down his back, up again, caressing his shoulder blades, touching the white strands again, gently striking his cheek at last. Gunter had looked up into his eyes at that last move, eyeing him with a suspicious glance.
He left his hand where it was, which had given his friend the opportunity to turn his head, taking his index finger into his mouth to suck very slowly, very gently at it. The counselor had let his tongue circle around his sensitive fingertip, down the finger, back up, sucking again, harder and faster this time, just to go back to that teasing, slowly licking mode.
He had felt the hotness of the other one's mouth, and the controlled ways of his tongue made him doubt that Gunter was as drunk as he had had to know he was.
Finally, Gunter had let go and looked into his eyes again. The physical closeness, combined with the undeniable sexual tension between them now, aroused him way too much than his conscious could handle. The white-haired man's lips, lightly parted by soft pants, had been so near to his, like if they were just waiting to be kissed. Gunter looked at him with an intense glare, like if he expected something.
It was hard to restrain himself.
Until his friend suddenly buried his head into the pillows, falling asleep immediately.
Gwendal had been laying there, looking at him. He hadn't felt that turned on in years, and he knew exactly that he would never be able to talk to the man about this. This was his secret, and he had to keep it safe.
When he was sure that the other one was fast asleep, he had turned over and had done something he hadn't done for an equally long time: satisfying himself.
„Gwendal," Gunter touched his still unclothed shoulder blade lightly, causing the tall man to shiver almost unnoticeable, „I would really like a hot bath now. You coming with me?"
„Yeah," he mumbled, rolling around to leave the bed. His muscles felt sore, and his head was still dizzy, but with a little bit of stretching and wrapping himself into his dressing gown he felt much better.
He turned around to face Gunter again, and he saw the white-haired man sitting on the edge of the bed, his head buried in his hands. The bottle of water was standing between his feet.
„Are you alright?" he asked worriedly.
„Not so much," the counselor said quietly, „headache and stuff... I think I will be better after bathing."
„Don't hurry, I know how bad the aftereffects of wine can be. I'll get us some food at first. Just wait here, I'll be right back." He chuckled softly.
After he noticed a wary nod of his friend, he left the room to head for the kitchen. The maids were already awake, of course, and they handed him some bread with butter and jelly, coffee and cake. And more water. Though their gazes were anticipated and curious, none of them asked what the general was doing in the kitchen at this late hour in the morning, on top of that in his bathrobe.
Gwendal was well aware that this would lead to enough rumors anyway, so he didn't care. Entering his room a few minutes later, he found Gunter still sitting on the bed, still only in his underwear.
He took his seat beside him, offering the plate to him. The white-haired mazoku wrinkled his nose at the sight of food, but he was experienced enough to know that this would be the only thing to help. He tried to eat at least a few bites.
That way they sat on the bed, looking through the window as they had breakfast in silence. It didn't feel unpleasant, though.
Gunter wasn't finished yet as Gwendal swallowed the last part of his butty to take another good gulp of water. Then he got to his feet and searched his wardrobe until he found what he was looking for. His former bathrobe. It was washed-out and the tuck tended to unravel itself at several parts. But it would fit for its purpose.
Throwing it over his arm, he got back to the adjutant to show it to him.
„Oh, that would be just fine... thank you so much, Gwendal." He pulled it over his shoulders, and though it was a little bit too wide for his slender figure, it fitted well enough.
„How about a bath now?" Gwendal just asked back.
„Way better." Gunter nodded smiling, leaving the room, but not without turning at the door to look if the black-haired mazoku would follow him.
Gwendal sighed a little and tried to ease the wrinkle between his eyebrows.
At least, it seemed like Gunter really couldn't remember what had happened. But still, he didn't know if he should be glad about that or not.
Pretty short chapter, I know, sorry for that. There will be longer ones, I promise! Maybe even within this year ;) I hoped for a little more feedback once the next storyline starts, but still only 5 reviews... I'm a little sad about that :'( I want to know what you think, what you like, or what you dislike. That would help me a lot in improving my writing skills, especially because I'm no native speaker.
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