Fic: Desire's Thrall (Or, Romance Novel Nightmare), Chapter 10
Title: Desire's Thrall (Or, Romance Novel Nightmare)
Chapter 10
Author: she_burns1
Pairing: Bret/Jemaine, Bret/Jemayn, Bretta/Jemayn (...it'll make sense when you read it)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,503
Summary: Bret gets transported into a romance novel. No, really.
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The plot is all mine. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author’s Note: Crack!Fic, turns out this will probably be 12 parts overall. I'm working on Part 12 now and I think it will be the end. I'm going to try to post this as quickly as possible, so as not to keep you all hanging on too long. This will start to get a bit more cracky as we go on, but hopefully you all will enjoy it! :D
Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
Bret dreamed of being licked by a giant kitten. He squirmed under the kitten's tough, pink tongue and giggled slightly as it brushed at his face and his neck. Then its' mouth went lower and he frowned, concerned. His eyes opened blearily and he blinked, startled to find Jemayn hovering over him, dipping a cloth into a large bowl of water that he used to wipe at Bret's body.
"Mmwot?" Bret managed sleepily, his legs flopping slightly, head tilting in a weak attempt to sit up and see better, "What're you-"
Jemayn flashed him a cheerful smile, "Just cleaning you up."
Bret let out a breath, rubbing at his eyes, "While'm still in bed?"
"Mm, s' been done before," Jemayn pointed out, if as such a thing wasn't odd. Bret sighed, shaking his head, "Yeah, but, um, to like...invalids and all. Don't need a sponge bath, man, I'm...you know...capable..."
Jemayn chuckled, "Well, maybe I'm just in a hurry to clean you up so I can make you dirty all over again."
Bret felt Jemayn run the warm, wet cloth over the most intimate parts of his body and his head fell back as he smiled lazily, "Bold of you."
"Bold of me?" Jemayn laughed, "You're the bold one. Did I ever tell you about our first kiss? You started it."
Bret sat up again, interested now and, seeing the interest, Jemayn pulled away, resting back on his heels as he started to explain, "'Twas not long after your injury. You were awake and doing better, but you still had a terribly haggard look about you. Pale, weak...all you could eat was pale broth and you began shivering when you slept. But still...you were more alive than you had been in the past few days and I spent every waking minute at your bedside."
Jemayn shook his head, "The others in the household remarked on it. How strange it was, for a master to be so concerned with his thrall, but they understood. You had taken great injury for me, and not one of them would like to think I would do otherwise had they been in your position. Still, day and night I was by your side. I looked no better than you, in fact, perhaps a shade worse."
He sighed, avoiding Bret's eyes, "I didn't sleep. I barely ate. I prayed that some way, some how, my strength might pass over to you. A life for a life for a life. I could not stand the thought of someone dying on my account...much less you...so quiet, so gentle...so good. And then one night...I sat by your bed, reading you some literature, because you had asked me and I...you-"
Jemayn's blush grew stronger, head tossing about his shoulders at the memory, "You pushed the book down from my hands, just enough so I could see you, and you leaned forward and kissed me."
Bret smiled and felt himself blush. It was hard to picture himself being so brave, so forward, and Jemayn continued, "It was quick. But it was warm and sweet and you tasted of tea and mint and when you drew away I was even more of a mess than before. The book fell out of my hands and I fumbled and I cursed and I asked you, rather gruffly, I might add, what on earth had possessed you to do such a thing. And do you know what you said?"
Bret shook his head.
Jemayn smiled, "You said I looked like I needed it. Can you imagine? And what a bold thing...for a thrall to kiss his master. I left the room and swore to forget it ever happened. I excused you. Said it was delirium. Some run off of the fever that had gripped you so in the early days, but...when I came to you again, you looked at me in such a way and...and the curiosity," he laughed, "Oh, the curiosity...it gripped me. I wanted to know more...I wanted...I wanted..."
"You wanted to kiss me again?"
"Exactly," Jemayn sighed, "But I didn't, you know. You did. You kissed me again. After you were up and about, close to returning to your normal duties...we held a party, one to celebrate your recovery and the coming winter and you...some how you drew me away from the others and we ended up in this dark little alcove and you...that second kiss...I still remember it. The way it thrilled my blood. And your face...bathed in two - one half shadow and the other light from the fire pit in the next room..."
Bret let out a dreamy breath and found himself edging closer to Jemayn. He cupped his face and kissed him, mouth warm but hungry. Bret found his body aching with longing. A part of him, a very large part, wanted this to be real.
He wanted to be Bretta, he wanted to be this courageous person who Jemayn loved so much. He wanted to be loved period. He wanted to be part of this.
And Jemayn seemed more than willing, his fingers combing through Bret's hair, drawing him close. The bowl and cloth were between them and Bret drew away, gasping, "This won't do..."
He put the bowl and cloth aside, setting them on the floor next to the bed. Jemayn watched him put the items away and frowned, "What're you..."
"Shh," Bret whispered and he found himself sort of sinking into the idea. Found it was easier than he thought to lose himself to the belief that he was the person Jemayn wanted. That he was Bretta. After all, Bret had been with Jemayn all this time and he had pictured him as...
Bret blinked, and shook his head, no, no, he didn't want to think about that right now. He didn't want to self examine. He just wanted more kisses and heat and touching and he cupped Jemayn's face again, his head tilting, mouth opening to deepen their connection.
Jemayn let out a muted moan as Bret's tongue entered his mouth, slick and with purpose and he found himself quickly taken aback, startled as Bret began to push him back and back until he rested on the bed, Bret over top of him, still naked bodies flush against one another, "Bret...I bathed before you woke..."
"Hmm?"
"Yes, and, um, I-I cleaned you just now..."
"Yeah?"
"What...what I said about...making you dirty again...'twas merely jest..."
"Funny," Bret breathed, his mouth going to Jemayn's throat, "M'not jokin'..."
His tongue licked out, teeth nibbling and Jemayn's hands went to his arms, his head falling back as he moaned. Bret let out a deep breath, surprised to find himself easily aroused again, but he ignored it. Jemayn had done so much for him and Bret had had yet to return it.
Now he found himself eager to, his hands and mouth exploring, greedy and hungry and nearly overwhelmed. Jemayn had always managed to capture him up in a tidal wave of passion so strong he had never really had a chance to enjoy the other man and now...now...
Bret took his time - eyes and hands and mouth outlining every feature, every dip, every curve. And Jemayn lay beneath him, prostrate and vulnerable, groaning and whispering endearments, sounds that invited Bret's ardor to grow.
Bret's mouth traveled farther down the reaches of Jemayn's body, reaching his throbbing erection. He handled it gently. It was so strange. He had never envisioned himself here. Holding Jemayn, touching him this way and when he looked at his face...
For a flashing second, Jemayn wore glasses, and Bret saw Jemaine lying there, panting, those big lips parted and moist and Bret groaned, his hand working Jemayn's length.
Jemayn groaned, "God...Bret...the feel of your hands on me..."
"Can make it better..." Bret breathed, pulling away and he searched the side of the bed for where he had sat the water bowl and cloth. He was about to reach for them when he saw another bowl next to it. He picked this bowl up and sniffed at it. It contained the same smell and viscosity as the oily substance that Jemayn had used on him the other night.
Bret raised an eyebrow, a wicked grin on his face, "Freaky?"
"'Tis useful..." Jemayn trailed off, eyes wide and wanting, and Bret laughed, "I'll just bet it is."
"Are you going to-" Jemayn didn't finish the sentence as Bret put the bowl to one side near him, saying quietly, "Not yet."
And before Jemayn could breath again, Bret had his hand wrapped around his aching cock and was guiding it into his mouth. Jemayn cried out, hands reaching up, gripping first Bret's shoulders and then sliding into his hair again. Bret whimpered, loving the feel of Jemayn's hands on him but, more than that, loving how weird but delightful this whole experience was.
He had never thought he could enjoy something like this, but as he slowly moved his mouth up and down Jemayn's impressive length, he found he rather enjoyed it. The hot, warm heat, the silky weight against his tongue and the sounds escaping Jemayn, Christ, Bret's blood pounded in time with it.
Bret reached one hand out, finding the bowl near him and dipping liberally into the oil. He coated his fingers well as his mouth worked upwards, working the head as his hand reached out, sliding downward, curving under, one finger slowly entering the other man, trying to find that spot...
Bret twisted his hand, finger working and he knew the moment he had found what he needed to, because Jemayn cried out, thrusting upwards almost violently. Bret gasped, startled, and it took him a moment to recover, to ease Jemayn's cock back into his mouth, as he concentrated on giving the man beneath him as much pleasure as possible.
Jemayn shivered and moaned, his grip on Bret's hair ruthless as his hips thrust upwards instinctively, seeking more, needing more as he growled Bret's name. Bret moaned around him, his eyes sealing shut as he worked faster, harder, desperate for Jemayn to come.
Jemayn looked at him, seeing him and only him, as he cried out, his climax thundering through him. Bret held on, surprised to find this easier than he would have thought possible, as Jemayn came apart around him.
Once he was finished, Bret drew away slowly. He put the bowl of oil aside and found the water bowl again. He cleaned himself off first, then began to clean Jemayn off. Jemayn reached for him weakly but Bret batted his hands away, voice thick, "S'okay, man, wanted to please you. You've done a lot for me since...well...was your turn, right?"
Jemayn let out a breath and closed his eyes, still awash in the aftermath, "Seems we've reversed roles."
Bret chuckled as he cleaned Jemayn, "Seems so."
Jemayn's eyes cracked open and he sighed, sitting up on his elbows, "So...what brought all that about?"
Bret let out a shaky breath, his eyes avoiding Jemayn's as he spoke quietly, "Been...thinking."
"Oh?"
"If...I mean, let's just say...if I chose to - to...you know, ignore what Mel said...if I stay here-"
"You will stay here." Jemayn said, all levity gone from him quickly as he leveled hard eyes on Bret, his voice strong with authority.
Bret ignored him, continuing, "If I stay...mean...what'll I do?"
"'Do'?"
"Yeah, mean, don't-don't really remember how to take care of animals or to-to do any of the other jobs I probably used to do and I-" Jemayn sat up fully and put the bowl of water aside again. He ran his hands up and down Bret's arms, pulling him closer, "Ah, I see...well...Taika told me to expect...your memories might not return-"
"I don't think they will," Bret said firmly, finally meeting Jemayn's eyes, "At all."
"Right, well," Jemayn licked his lips, "What would you like to do?"
"Hmm?"
"I mean...well...what did you do in the world in your head? The world of New York?"
Bret shrugged, "Dunno...watched telly, exercised, took a sleep...sat in my box...and, mean, Jemaine and me...told you...we wrote music...in a band."
Jemayn's head began bobbing in a nod, "Very well, you could just as easily do that here, if you wish. My father just acquired mistrals for himself. No reason I cannot have one of my own. If you no longer feel the desire to care for the horses, you can just as easily play an instrument. Should be no trouble at all to get you something you would enjoy playing."
Bret's heart soared, "You...you mean it? I could..."
Jemayn cupped one side of Bret's face, "I just want you to be happy, my love."
Bret's lips quirked, "Doubt Jemaine'd ever say that."
Jemayn took in a loud breath through his nose, "Oh, you never know. He might."
Bret's eyebrows furrowed together and he was about to ask Jemayn what he meant by that but the other man continued, "Though it matters little whether or not he would. You shall stay here with me. There is no question about that."
Bret's teeth worried his lower lip as he said quietly, "'Bout that...I still don't...mean...I want to. Stay, that is. I think. Mean...I kind of...you and me, it's...I think...I think I might," Bret shook his head, sighing, unable to say the words, "But, mean, Eugene...or Eugenios or whatever, he said....he said if I'd stayed you might...that you would..."
Jemayn watched the turmoil on Bret's face and his thumb brushed at his cheek, "What, my love? What did he say?"
Bret turned his face into Jemayn's hand, kissed his palm as he closed his eyes, tears burning under his eyelids, "Said you would...die."
Jemayn scoffed and pulled his hand away, his mouth meeting Bret's in a quick kiss, "He's wrong."
"Jemayn-"
"He. Is. Wrong." Jemayn punctuated each word with a kiss, then smiled against Bret's mouth, "Come now. Let us wash up for good, get dressed, and go about our lives. We can start making arrangements to travel. Go get you a fine instrument to play."
Bret kissed him back quickly, eyes hazy as he whispered, "What about you?"
"Me?"
Bret gave a little nod, "You could play with me."
Jemayn laughed, "Me? With an instrument? The idea 'tis laughable. I would have no idea how to use it-"
"Mmm, you strum my strings pretty good," Bret whispered heatedly and kissed him again, this kiss more hungry.
Jemayn groaned, his mouth opening, their tongues meeting as their bodies intertwined again, he chuckled deep in his chest, "Why do I get the feeling we won't be leaving this bed any time soon?"
Bret just laughed with him, answering with another kiss.
Chapter 10
Author: she_burns1
Pairing: Bret/Jemaine, Bret/Jemayn, Bretta/Jemayn (...it'll make sense when you read it)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,503
Summary: Bret gets transported into a romance novel. No, really.
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The plot is all mine. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author’s Note: Crack!Fic, turns out this will probably be 12 parts overall. I'm working on Part 12 now and I think it will be the end. I'm going to try to post this as quickly as possible, so as not to keep you all hanging on too long. This will start to get a bit more cracky as we go on, but hopefully you all will enjoy it! :D
Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
Bret dreamed of being licked by a giant kitten. He squirmed under the kitten's tough, pink tongue and giggled slightly as it brushed at his face and his neck. Then its' mouth went lower and he frowned, concerned. His eyes opened blearily and he blinked, startled to find Jemayn hovering over him, dipping a cloth into a large bowl of water that he used to wipe at Bret's body.
"Mmwot?" Bret managed sleepily, his legs flopping slightly, head tilting in a weak attempt to sit up and see better, "What're you-"
Jemayn flashed him a cheerful smile, "Just cleaning you up."
Bret let out a breath, rubbing at his eyes, "While'm still in bed?"
"Mm, s' been done before," Jemayn pointed out, if as such a thing wasn't odd. Bret sighed, shaking his head, "Yeah, but, um, to like...invalids and all. Don't need a sponge bath, man, I'm...you know...capable..."
Jemayn chuckled, "Well, maybe I'm just in a hurry to clean you up so I can make you dirty all over again."
Bret felt Jemayn run the warm, wet cloth over the most intimate parts of his body and his head fell back as he smiled lazily, "Bold of you."
"Bold of me?" Jemayn laughed, "You're the bold one. Did I ever tell you about our first kiss? You started it."
Bret sat up again, interested now and, seeing the interest, Jemayn pulled away, resting back on his heels as he started to explain, "'Twas not long after your injury. You were awake and doing better, but you still had a terribly haggard look about you. Pale, weak...all you could eat was pale broth and you began shivering when you slept. But still...you were more alive than you had been in the past few days and I spent every waking minute at your bedside."
Jemayn shook his head, "The others in the household remarked on it. How strange it was, for a master to be so concerned with his thrall, but they understood. You had taken great injury for me, and not one of them would like to think I would do otherwise had they been in your position. Still, day and night I was by your side. I looked no better than you, in fact, perhaps a shade worse."
He sighed, avoiding Bret's eyes, "I didn't sleep. I barely ate. I prayed that some way, some how, my strength might pass over to you. A life for a life for a life. I could not stand the thought of someone dying on my account...much less you...so quiet, so gentle...so good. And then one night...I sat by your bed, reading you some literature, because you had asked me and I...you-"
Jemayn's blush grew stronger, head tossing about his shoulders at the memory, "You pushed the book down from my hands, just enough so I could see you, and you leaned forward and kissed me."
Bret smiled and felt himself blush. It was hard to picture himself being so brave, so forward, and Jemayn continued, "It was quick. But it was warm and sweet and you tasted of tea and mint and when you drew away I was even more of a mess than before. The book fell out of my hands and I fumbled and I cursed and I asked you, rather gruffly, I might add, what on earth had possessed you to do such a thing. And do you know what you said?"
Bret shook his head.
Jemayn smiled, "You said I looked like I needed it. Can you imagine? And what a bold thing...for a thrall to kiss his master. I left the room and swore to forget it ever happened. I excused you. Said it was delirium. Some run off of the fever that had gripped you so in the early days, but...when I came to you again, you looked at me in such a way and...and the curiosity," he laughed, "Oh, the curiosity...it gripped me. I wanted to know more...I wanted...I wanted..."
"You wanted to kiss me again?"
"Exactly," Jemayn sighed, "But I didn't, you know. You did. You kissed me again. After you were up and about, close to returning to your normal duties...we held a party, one to celebrate your recovery and the coming winter and you...some how you drew me away from the others and we ended up in this dark little alcove and you...that second kiss...I still remember it. The way it thrilled my blood. And your face...bathed in two - one half shadow and the other light from the fire pit in the next room..."
Bret let out a dreamy breath and found himself edging closer to Jemayn. He cupped his face and kissed him, mouth warm but hungry. Bret found his body aching with longing. A part of him, a very large part, wanted this to be real.
He wanted to be Bretta, he wanted to be this courageous person who Jemayn loved so much. He wanted to be loved period. He wanted to be part of this.
And Jemayn seemed more than willing, his fingers combing through Bret's hair, drawing him close. The bowl and cloth were between them and Bret drew away, gasping, "This won't do..."
He put the bowl and cloth aside, setting them on the floor next to the bed. Jemayn watched him put the items away and frowned, "What're you..."
"Shh," Bret whispered and he found himself sort of sinking into the idea. Found it was easier than he thought to lose himself to the belief that he was the person Jemayn wanted. That he was Bretta. After all, Bret had been with Jemayn all this time and he had pictured him as...
Bret blinked, and shook his head, no, no, he didn't want to think about that right now. He didn't want to self examine. He just wanted more kisses and heat and touching and he cupped Jemayn's face again, his head tilting, mouth opening to deepen their connection.
Jemayn let out a muted moan as Bret's tongue entered his mouth, slick and with purpose and he found himself quickly taken aback, startled as Bret began to push him back and back until he rested on the bed, Bret over top of him, still naked bodies flush against one another, "Bret...I bathed before you woke..."
"Hmm?"
"Yes, and, um, I-I cleaned you just now..."
"Yeah?"
"What...what I said about...making you dirty again...'twas merely jest..."
"Funny," Bret breathed, his mouth going to Jemayn's throat, "M'not jokin'..."
His tongue licked out, teeth nibbling and Jemayn's hands went to his arms, his head falling back as he moaned. Bret let out a deep breath, surprised to find himself easily aroused again, but he ignored it. Jemayn had done so much for him and Bret had had yet to return it.
Now he found himself eager to, his hands and mouth exploring, greedy and hungry and nearly overwhelmed. Jemayn had always managed to capture him up in a tidal wave of passion so strong he had never really had a chance to enjoy the other man and now...now...
Bret took his time - eyes and hands and mouth outlining every feature, every dip, every curve. And Jemayn lay beneath him, prostrate and vulnerable, groaning and whispering endearments, sounds that invited Bret's ardor to grow.
Bret's mouth traveled farther down the reaches of Jemayn's body, reaching his throbbing erection. He handled it gently. It was so strange. He had never envisioned himself here. Holding Jemayn, touching him this way and when he looked at his face...
For a flashing second, Jemayn wore glasses, and Bret saw Jemaine lying there, panting, those big lips parted and moist and Bret groaned, his hand working Jemayn's length.
Jemayn groaned, "God...Bret...the feel of your hands on me..."
"Can make it better..." Bret breathed, pulling away and he searched the side of the bed for where he had sat the water bowl and cloth. He was about to reach for them when he saw another bowl next to it. He picked this bowl up and sniffed at it. It contained the same smell and viscosity as the oily substance that Jemayn had used on him the other night.
Bret raised an eyebrow, a wicked grin on his face, "Freaky?"
"'Tis useful..." Jemayn trailed off, eyes wide and wanting, and Bret laughed, "I'll just bet it is."
"Are you going to-" Jemayn didn't finish the sentence as Bret put the bowl to one side near him, saying quietly, "Not yet."
And before Jemayn could breath again, Bret had his hand wrapped around his aching cock and was guiding it into his mouth. Jemayn cried out, hands reaching up, gripping first Bret's shoulders and then sliding into his hair again. Bret whimpered, loving the feel of Jemayn's hands on him but, more than that, loving how weird but delightful this whole experience was.
He had never thought he could enjoy something like this, but as he slowly moved his mouth up and down Jemayn's impressive length, he found he rather enjoyed it. The hot, warm heat, the silky weight against his tongue and the sounds escaping Jemayn, Christ, Bret's blood pounded in time with it.
Bret reached one hand out, finding the bowl near him and dipping liberally into the oil. He coated his fingers well as his mouth worked upwards, working the head as his hand reached out, sliding downward, curving under, one finger slowly entering the other man, trying to find that spot...
Bret twisted his hand, finger working and he knew the moment he had found what he needed to, because Jemayn cried out, thrusting upwards almost violently. Bret gasped, startled, and it took him a moment to recover, to ease Jemayn's cock back into his mouth, as he concentrated on giving the man beneath him as much pleasure as possible.
Jemayn shivered and moaned, his grip on Bret's hair ruthless as his hips thrust upwards instinctively, seeking more, needing more as he growled Bret's name. Bret moaned around him, his eyes sealing shut as he worked faster, harder, desperate for Jemayn to come.
Jemayn looked at him, seeing him and only him, as he cried out, his climax thundering through him. Bret held on, surprised to find this easier than he would have thought possible, as Jemayn came apart around him.
Once he was finished, Bret drew away slowly. He put the bowl of oil aside and found the water bowl again. He cleaned himself off first, then began to clean Jemayn off. Jemayn reached for him weakly but Bret batted his hands away, voice thick, "S'okay, man, wanted to please you. You've done a lot for me since...well...was your turn, right?"
Jemayn let out a breath and closed his eyes, still awash in the aftermath, "Seems we've reversed roles."
Bret chuckled as he cleaned Jemayn, "Seems so."
Jemayn's eyes cracked open and he sighed, sitting up on his elbows, "So...what brought all that about?"
Bret let out a shaky breath, his eyes avoiding Jemayn's as he spoke quietly, "Been...thinking."
"Oh?"
"If...I mean, let's just say...if I chose to - to...you know, ignore what Mel said...if I stay here-"
"You will stay here." Jemayn said, all levity gone from him quickly as he leveled hard eyes on Bret, his voice strong with authority.
Bret ignored him, continuing, "If I stay...mean...what'll I do?"
"'Do'?"
"Yeah, mean, don't-don't really remember how to take care of animals or to-to do any of the other jobs I probably used to do and I-" Jemayn sat up fully and put the bowl of water aside again. He ran his hands up and down Bret's arms, pulling him closer, "Ah, I see...well...Taika told me to expect...your memories might not return-"
"I don't think they will," Bret said firmly, finally meeting Jemayn's eyes, "At all."
"Right, well," Jemayn licked his lips, "What would you like to do?"
"Hmm?"
"I mean...well...what did you do in the world in your head? The world of New York?"
Bret shrugged, "Dunno...watched telly, exercised, took a sleep...sat in my box...and, mean, Jemaine and me...told you...we wrote music...in a band."
Jemayn's head began bobbing in a nod, "Very well, you could just as easily do that here, if you wish. My father just acquired mistrals for himself. No reason I cannot have one of my own. If you no longer feel the desire to care for the horses, you can just as easily play an instrument. Should be no trouble at all to get you something you would enjoy playing."
Bret's heart soared, "You...you mean it? I could..."
Jemayn cupped one side of Bret's face, "I just want you to be happy, my love."
Bret's lips quirked, "Doubt Jemaine'd ever say that."
Jemayn took in a loud breath through his nose, "Oh, you never know. He might."
Bret's eyebrows furrowed together and he was about to ask Jemayn what he meant by that but the other man continued, "Though it matters little whether or not he would. You shall stay here with me. There is no question about that."
Bret's teeth worried his lower lip as he said quietly, "'Bout that...I still don't...mean...I want to. Stay, that is. I think. Mean...I kind of...you and me, it's...I think...I think I might," Bret shook his head, sighing, unable to say the words, "But, mean, Eugene...or Eugenios or whatever, he said....he said if I'd stayed you might...that you would..."
Jemayn watched the turmoil on Bret's face and his thumb brushed at his cheek, "What, my love? What did he say?"
Bret turned his face into Jemayn's hand, kissed his palm as he closed his eyes, tears burning under his eyelids, "Said you would...die."
Jemayn scoffed and pulled his hand away, his mouth meeting Bret's in a quick kiss, "He's wrong."
"Jemayn-"
"He. Is. Wrong." Jemayn punctuated each word with a kiss, then smiled against Bret's mouth, "Come now. Let us wash up for good, get dressed, and go about our lives. We can start making arrangements to travel. Go get you a fine instrument to play."
Bret kissed him back quickly, eyes hazy as he whispered, "What about you?"
"Me?"
Bret gave a little nod, "You could play with me."
Jemayn laughed, "Me? With an instrument? The idea 'tis laughable. I would have no idea how to use it-"
"Mmm, you strum my strings pretty good," Bret whispered heatedly and kissed him again, this kiss more hungry.
Jemayn groaned, his mouth opening, their tongues meeting as their bodies intertwined again, he chuckled deep in his chest, "Why do I get the feeling we won't be leaving this bed any time soon?"
Bret just laughed with him, answering with another kiss.