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theoldguardkinkmeme) wrote2020-07-22 10:07 am
theoldguardkinkmeme) wrote2020-07-22 10:07 am
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Fill: Nicky/Joe, coming untouched
(Anonymous) 2020-08-12 12:50 am (UTC)(link)Prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/1106.html?thread=121170#cmt121170
Nicolo had felt the stirrings of the flesh before. He had woken up sometimes as a teenager, mind still hazy with a half-remembered dream, his length throbbing, an ache he did not know how to soothe. He had always lain there, heart pounding and gut roiling with guilt, until the problem subsided.
Once he left for the Crusades, with so much death and destruction and misery all around him, he had not felt desire for months, and he almost thought that he had mastered that part of him, stifled it like a good priest.
It had been six months since he had lain down his sword and instead offered a hand to the man who had killed him countless times, six months since they had begun travelling together, chasing half-images of two women on horseback.
They had set up camp in a sheltered valley, Nicolo laying out their bedrolls while Yusuf ventured into a nearby grove of trees to find some berries or such to complement their meagre provisions. Only he had been gone quite a bit longer than Nicky had imagined, and he was starting to fret. He shouldn’t worry so much about the other man, he knew—they couldn’t die, after all—but he had grown truly fond of him.
He warred with himself for a few minutes, fussing around with their travel bags, before he couldn’t stand it anymore. With one hand on his sword, he retraced Yusuf’s steps, moving quietly in case he needed to take any intruders by surprise. As he walked further into the trees, he heard a soft murmuring, sweet and melodic.
Yusuf was singing to himself, Nicolo saw as he rounded a corner. The other man had found a little stream and had shed his clothes and gone in to have a wash, and he was singing to himself in his own language as he poured the water over his body.
Nicolo knew that he shouldn’t stare, that now that he had found Yusuf, now that he knew he was alright, he should either step forward and greet his friend or return to their little camp. But the sight was so arresting that he couldn’t help himself, he stopped, just on the other side of the trees, and watched, fascinated, as Yusuf cleaned himself.
At first, Yusuf had been almost entirely submerged in the water, only his head and neck visible, but suddenly he stood up, the toned muscles of his bare chest on full display, and Nicky had to stifle a gasp at the sight.
All of a sudden, to his horror, he realised how his body was betraying him. He felt the same stirrings that had shamed him as a youth, but a thousand times worse, his length filling immediately, making an obscene bulge in his trousers. In a panic, Nicolo brought his hand to it, pressing down hard as if that would make it go away. He glanced up again, to make sure that Yusuf had not seen him, and was greeted with the sight of Yusuf completely nude. The man had his back to Nicolo, his firm rear golden in the afternoon sun, water dripping down his sides, and Nicolo was lost in a maelstrom of sensations that he had never felt before.
His cock twitched violently under his hand as he wet his breeches with a flood of come. He was powerless to stop it, it was all he could do to stay silent, biting his lip to keep from crying out as he shook with a pleasure unlike any he had ever known. His release was nearly painful in its intensity and he felt as if it would never end—every time he thought it was over, he would feel a fresh burst of wetness under his hand, would have to muffle a whimper of sensitivity as the head of his cock, unused to such sensations, rubbed against the damp fabric of his trousers.
When it was finally over, Nicolo ran from the clearing, finding a place further upstream from where Yusuf was bathing, so that he could wash his trousers, scrubbing away the evidence of his shame. He couldn’t quite look at his companion over dinner that night, but the next morning, as they rode away, Nicolo resolved to put the whole incident behind him. It was some peculiar effect unique to that valley, he told himself, which must have been cursed. It would not happen again.
It happened again. They were travelling up in the north, where it was a bitterer cold than Nicky had ever known, and they were having to sleep close together next to the fire. Yusuf was behind him, not touching him though no more than a hand’s breadth separated their bodies. Yusuf had fallen asleep immediately as soon as they had lain down, but Nicolo was struggling to block out the chill in the air.
Suddenly, he felt an unexpected warmth—Yusuf had sighed deeply in his sleep, and the warmth of his breath had landed on Nicky’s neck like a caress. It was such a little thing, really, and yet the next moment, Nicky was shooting off in his pants. He hadn’t even realised that he had gotten hard from Joe’s proximity, yet here he was emptying his balls for the first time since the incident at the river, his hips making aborted little thrusts into the air as he rode out the waves of pleasure. With a sigh, Nicky left the warmth of the fire to go find a place to clean up.
The next time it happened, he had just watched Joe slice his way through ten bandits who had dared to lay their hands on his horse. Nicky had long been in awe of Joe’s skill with a blade, had admired it even when they were enemies, but he had never had this kind of reaction to it before. And yet, as he saw Joe whirl around to dispatch another one of the intruders, Nicky found himself spilling untouched again. The pleasure was slightly more familiar now, slightly less overwhelming than the first time, but it still took his breath away. It always seemed to go on for so long and there always seemed to be so much of it, as if he had stored up his release through all those years of chastity and now it was leaving him in thick spurts. Thankfully, they were both such a mess with blood and gore all over their clothes that Joe never noticed the wet spot at his groin.
A few months later, Nicky came to the unpleasant realisation that it could happen merely from thoughts. They were on one of the Greek islands, Yusuf had gone to market and he was resting on the bed in their latest safe house. His mind wandered idly, and he thought about all the things Yusuf had promised to bring home from market, imagined the other man carrying the heavy bags, an easy task for his arms knotted with muscles. He couldn’t help a mental picture of those strong hands touching him, lifting him up—and that was all it took. Nicolo trembled as he came, and this time, since he was alone, he turned over, rutting against the bed to ease himself through it, gasping at how good it felt, letting out all the whimpers and moans that he had had to keep silent the other times.
After that, it didn’t happen for a while, and Nicolo began to hope that he had quelled the urges again. Malta was his undoing, however. They had been staying there for a while, in a big house with a large garden out front which gave them some privacy, and Joe had suggested that they spar, to keep their fighting skills in shape.
It had indeed been a long time since they had had to fight anyone and Nicky had begun to worry that he was losing his touch, so he agreed easily. He only realised what a catastrophic mistake it was when Joe pinned him to the ground, straddling him with a triumphant grin, and Nicky had no time to try and escape before he was coming hard, hips chasing his pleasure against Joe’s leg.
Even while he was spilling between them, his cheeks burned. He knew that this time he could not hope to hide what had happened, that Joe could not fail to notice the hard length twitching against him, the growing wet spot, the way Nicky had gone boneless with his desire.
Joe’s eyes widened as he felt the warmth spreading against his thigh, knowing intuitively what it had to be but scarcely able to believe it. His beautiful Nicky, whom he had wanted for so long, was able to be brought off just from this, just from Joe’s weight against him, pressing him into the dust? Amazed, he pressed a hand to the place where he felt the splashes of warmth, needing to see for himself.
“Oh god, Joe,” Nicky groaned as he felt the other man’s hand on him. Even through the fabric of his pants, Joe’s touch was enough to set off fresh spasms, Nicky’s cock leaping until he thought he would die from it. It was the worst time since the very first. The comforting pressure of Joe’s hand and the way Joe looked down at him with those kind eyes drove Nicky nearly to distraction, and by the time his orgasm finally subsided he had soaked both of their clothes and his cock felt raw. He didn’t know how it was possible after he had just come so hard, but he was still half-hard, still aching for Joe’s touch.
“I’m so sorry,” he said miserably. “I can’t help it, I—“ Joe cut him off with a smile. “My heart, there is nothing to apologise for. This is natural, just one of the joys that God has given us in this life. It does not have to mean anything, it can be just a simple release,” he said gently. “But...” he bit his lip, looking away for a moment. “If you want it to be more, it can be. You have all of me, if you want it.”
Choked up, Nicky surged forward to kiss Joe deeply, gasping into his mouth. “It means something,” he whispered. And when he came again a few minutes later, nearly dry as all that he had to give cooled between him and Joe, for the first time he felt no shame.
Re: Fill: Nicky/Joe, coming untouched
(Anonymous) 2020-08-12 01:01 am (UTC)(link)Loved the way it concluded, with them sparring - how appropriate! - and then Nicky coming with Joe for the first time and feeling no shame.
Re: Fill: Nicky/Joe, coming untouched
(Anonymous) 2020-08-12 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Nicky/Joe, coming untouched
(Anonymous) 2020-08-12 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Nicky/Joe, coming untouched
(Anonymous) 2021-02-16 11:54 am (UTC)(link)