FIC - First Knight (1/?)
Title: First Knight (1/?)
Author:wheelie47
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Luke and Noah.
Word count: 3,553
Disclaimer: Don’t own characters, am not associated in any way with ATWT, Van and Jake. No offence intended.
Summary: Set in the fictional land of feudal Western Atlantia, Lord Luke has an encounter with a certain dark-haired young knight…
Written in the what_did_you_do. Also written with a 'Game of Thrones' influence.
Prompt: Waves and moonlight
Prompter: cindyls1969
Prompting: mdfawn
With the prompt of: Seeing as we are in an Olympic year, I'm prompting with ‘swifter, higher, stronger ’.
Lord Luke of the House of Snyder cautiously picked his way through the tented encampment. His path was lit only by the glowing embers of fires in strategically placed braziers and by the hauntingly eerie glow of moonlight, intermittently filtered as the wind blew clouds across the surface of the moon.
Lord Snyder pulled the large hood of his dark cloak further forward over his forehead, not only to guard against the rain that fell incessantly now but also to avoid detection.
He sank back further into the shadows when two guards patrolled next to the tent he was currently using as cover.
The young lord held his breath and his heart was in his mouth; he must avoid being discovered here at all costs.
Yes, this was his army… an army that had been assembled to overthrow the evil King Damian of Oakdale. But it was an army raised by allegiances, treaties, pacts and, in some cases, simply the promise of a share of the spoils of war. And for him to be found creeping around in the middle of the night here amongst the tents of his knights, would arouse suspicion at such unseemly behavior for a man of his standing.
Suspicion that could quite easily be sufficient enough reason for some of the knights to break such tenuous and fragile alliances and return home.
And Luke needed all the rebel knights that his family’s standing and reputation could muster. Their just, but all the same treasonous, attempt to overthrow their king had caused a ripple effect that spread to neighboring kingdoms.
Soon all of the eight kingdoms of Western Atlantia were in rebellion.
Due to an alliance his father, Holden, had struck with a group of lords from the far flung coastal Kingdom of California, Luke and his army now found themselves far from home. They were camped out on high cliffs overlooking the Pacific ocean to come to the aid of the lords in their attempt to overthrow their own evil King.
“That was too close for comfort,” Luke muttered to himself as the guards disappeared from view. He stepped out from the shadows and looked this way and that before continuing on his way, searching the tents for a particular knight’s standard.
The young lord knew he shouldn’t be here… knew he should be back in his own tent, listening to advisors and pouring over analysis of the last battle. They had been victorious but at a heavy cost; Luke had lost some of his best knights that day… knights that he could ill afford to lose.
He should be concentrating on planning his next military move.
But instead he was here; furtively seeking out one knight’s tent… wanting to make sure that the man had survived the battle.
There had been no word of Sir Noah of the Mayer Clan since Luke had seen a blow to his sword arm topple the man from his horse in the midst of the battle.
He had tried to reach the stricken man. But the melee around Luke had chosen that particular moment to intensify and all his efforts had been diverted to his own sword arm in an attempt to keep himself alive.
When the young lord had the opportunity to glance in the same direction again, there was no sign of Mayer; the space he had occupied had been over run with approaching enemy soldiers.
After the hard won battle had ended, Luke had sent one of his serving boys, Casey, to seek word of the knight’s welfare. But the young lad had failed to return. “Probably out making merry on cheap ale,” Luke grumbled to himself.
He was almost beginning to despair at ever finding Mayor’s tent. The young lord was nearly at the edge of the encampment now and he could hear the repeated crescendo of the wind driven waves crashing against the rocks at the base of the cliff below.
Luke was about to abandon his search and return to his own tent. But the need to find Mayor drove him on. A need that went further than making sure that the blue-eyed, dark-haired young knight was still alive… a deep need that Lord Snyder did not want to admit to himself, let alone anyone else.
But a need that was undeniable all the same.
“At last!” Luke exclaimed, a smile of relief spreading across his face as he finally spotted the familiar black bear with crossed swords standard of the Mayer Clan fluttering in the rain laden wind.
Pausing at the tent opening, Lord Snyder carefully listened for sounds of multiple voices inside the canvas walls at the same time he checked he was not being watched.
Satisfied, Luke lifted the canvas tent flap and slipped inside…
…
Sir Noah Mayor immediately sensed another presence in the tent, his military training making him spin away from the washstand toward the opening.
“Show yourself!” he demanded of the hooded figure now stood before him, his injured sword arm tensing painfully as he reached toward the table for his sword.
“Stay your hand!” Luke commanded, as he reached up to pull the hood of his cloak back to reveal his identity.
“My…my lord,” Noah stuttered as he found himself staring into the bright hazel eyes of the man he had sworn to lay his life down for.
“How… how may I serve you?” the tall dark-haired knight bowed his head and averted his eyes. He willed his body not to react the way it did every time the handsome blonde lord was in close proximity.
He could not reveal how he felt; this kind of lust for another man was not what his father had taught him was expected of a knight. Noah wished he could feel something for the hoards of women that threw themselves at him and his fellow knights. But those shameless women left him cold. It seemed only Lord Snyder had the ability to stir his body to life.
Luke took a step further into the tent, discarding his sodden cloak on the arm of a chair as his eyes traced the toned muscles of Sir Noah's sculpted chest. He had interrupted the dark-haired knight in the middle of his ablutions to rid himself of the grime and sweat of battle. The man's laced undershirt was open to the waist and his chest glistened with droplets of water that had been applied by the washcloth still clutched in Noah's left hand.
As the blonde scanned the knight’s chest he spotted the darkening bruise on his shoulder from the blow he had sustained in battle. Luke breathed a sigh of relief that it appeared the blow had been struck by the hilt of a sword rather than the more deadly blade itself.
Realizing he hadn't responded to the knight’s question, Luke swallowed hard and tried to find his voice. “I wanted to... to…” his voice faltered as he lifted his eyes to find the intense blue staring back at him. He could get lost in those eyes.
The lord steeled his nerve and tried to concentrate. He gestured to the man’s shoulder. “Does it hurt very much?”
Stunned by the unexpected question, Noah was momentarily lost for words. “It… it is nothing; no more than a glancing blow,” he downplayed the pain although he couldn’t stop a grimace from spreading across his handsome features as he flexed the muscles in his arm.
“It seems more than nothing to me.” Luke took a step closer. “Where is your servant?” he asked, noting for the first time that the man was attending to his own ablutions.
Noah blushed slightly at the question; he’d sent his one and only servant to tend to his horse. The prime reason his father had pledged their family’s alliance to the House of Snyder was for a share of the profits of war; the Mayer coffers had been greatly depleted over the years. It was a fact Noah was ever ashamed of. He, himself, had sworn allegiance because he believed in the cause.
“I sent him away. I need no assistance,” he replied as he submerged the washcloth into the water basin before squeezing out the excess liquid awkwardly with his left hand and raising it again to his chest.
The exultation at seeing the man alive and relatively well and the intoxicating thrill of seeing him half clothed emboldened Luke and he reached out. “Here let me aid you.”
“My... my lord, that is not needed. I can….” Noah’s words faltered as he felt Luke’s long and elegant fingers cover his as he took the washcloth from his grasp.
The brunette tried to fix his gaze on a spot on the tent wall, but only saw the soft flickering candlelight cast their bodies’ enticing shadows on the canvas. He willed his body to not respond as Lord Snyder rhythmically worked the dampened cloth over his chest, taking deliberate care over the trail of hair leading below his belly button.
Noah could barely contain a gasp as droplets of water descended underneath the waistband of his soft leather under-britches, sending erotic sensations straight to his awakening manhood. He knew at that moment he was lost… he could no longer contain his feelings and let out a low rumbling moan.
The sound that escaped the other man's lips made Luke look up from concentrating on the movement of his hand on the brunette’s chest. The look he saw etched on the knight’s face left Luke in little doubt that this man had exactly the same feelings flowing through his body as he did; the brunette had his eyes closed and was biting his bottom lip at the intensity of what he was feeling.
The blonde lord knew for certain then that he had not mistaken the increasingly lingering looks he had been receiving from Sir Noah over the past weeks.
Silently, Luke discarded the washcloth on the stand and placed his palm directly onto Noah's chest; skin to skin. The feel of the quickening heartbeat directly beneath his hand awakened his own member and the sensation was overwhelming.
“Please, my lord, you…you should not…” Noah’s plea petered out when he opened his eyes and the blonde’s expressive hazel orbs were mere inches away.
“Tell me, Noah,” Luke deliberately emphasized the knight’s name… making sure he had the brunette’s full attention. “Tell me that you do not feel the same as I do. Tell me that our close proximity does not affect you as it does me.”
His next move would propel him passed the point of no return; he simply could not deny his feelings for Noah any longer.
Luke reached for Noah’s hand and brought the man’s large palm down to rest firmly over his own hardening manhood, making Noah’s affect on him obvious. “Deny this and I will leave now and we will speak no more on the matter.”
Noah looked at the blonde lord, his breath coming harder now. He felt the man’s length twitch beneath his hand through the material of his britches… his own member responding in kind. How could he deny this handsome man anything right now? It was not humanly possible.
Shaking his head, Noah silently pulled his hand back from the other man’s heated groin. Turning his palm over, he guided Luke’s hand to the front of his under-britches… holding it in place over his own groin.
Thrilled by Noah’s acquiescence and even more aroused by the feel of the brunette’s hardness beneath his palm, Luke lustfully smirked up at him. “Then kiss me,” he commanded as he reached up with his free hand and crashed their lips together.
There was nothing tentative or gentle about the kiss. It spoke of the frantic need to feel more and of the overwhelming relief at discovering a reciprocated desire. Both men warmed to the task in hand as the feel of stubble on sensitive lips increased their ardor ten-fold.
So intent on the kiss and the way the intense feeling it created radiated through every fiber of his being, Luke almost forgot that his hand was still covering the other man’s groin… that is until the young knight ground his hardness into Luke’s palm.
The blonde lord was more than eager to see in the flesh the effect his touch was having on Noah. He pulled back from the kiss and, ignoring the groan of protest from the other man at the separation, he dropped to his knees.
“Have to see,” he murmured breathlessly, fumbling with increasing annoyance at the stubborn ties that held the front of the knight’s under-britches closed.
Finally managing to succeed over the offending material, Luke yanked the undergarment free of Noah’s slim hips and let them drop to the ground.
“At last!” he breathed out as he stared in awe at the proud flesh before him. Longer though not as thick as his own, it was beyond perfect. The dark curls in the young knight’s groin seemed to intensify the strong lines of Noah’s manhood, making it stand out further.
Luke’s eager fingers itched to reach out to the hard flesh. But he resisted and looked up to the handsome brunette to seek reassurance that this was what they both wanted.
The look that greeted him made Luke gasp with desire; Noah’s eyes were several shades darker… fuelled with lust and want. The man’s mouth sensuously parted as he slowly licked his lips. Noah swallowed hard as their eyes locked and he gave the kneeling lord an eager nod… urging him on. As if either man could stop now!
Luke needed no further encouragement and he curled his fingers around Noah’s length, feeling the hard muscle pulse at his touch.
The young blonde paused uncertainly; he had never pleasured another man like this before. Luke’s only experience had been his explorations of his own body. Deciding to fall back on his own knowledge, he drew back his hand, licked the palm and used his saliva to lubricate Noah’s member. He worked his hand up and down the length… twisting and pulling in exactly the same motion he had used on himself many times before all the while imagining that it had been Noah's hand on his flesh.
He watched in awe as the young knight’s manhood grew even harder and droplets of clear liquid gathered at the head.
Hearing the increasingly labored breathing above him, Luke looked up again. “Is this to your liking, Sir Noah?” he asked coyly, his eyes widening as he watched the man above him becoming undone.
“I…,” Noah swallowed and tried to find his voice, his mouth suddenly dry. “Please… please, do not stop.” He could not believe that this man… his lord… was kneeling in front of him with his hand wrapped around his hard flesh, pleasuring him like this.
Luke had no intention of stopping anything. In fact, he was reminded of his own needs as his own member pressed uncomfortably against the confines of his undergarments. He reached down with his free hand and fumbled with the ties at his groin as he continued to work his fingers along Noah’s hard muscle.
Sighing with relief, he managed to free himself and wrapped a sure and calloused palm around his own flesh, twisting and pulling in perfect rhythm to match his other hand on Noah.
Entranced as more droplets of clear liquid gathered at Noah’s head, Luke found himself licking his lips and leaning forward to tentatively run his tongue over the tip. Mmmh! Slightly salty, but not unpleasant.
The young knight’s musky, manly smell was that much stronger now and it was driving all coherent thoughts from Luke's mind. All he seemed to be able to focus on was the thought of taking Noah's member into his mouth. Grasping the hardened flesh at the base, he held Noah steady while he slowly but surely opened his mouth, stretching his lips wide to engulf the engorged tip.
Noah gasped and he found himself involuntarily clenching and unclenching his fingers as he stared down at the young lord below him, watching him hollow out his cheeks in an attempt to take as much of his flesh into his mouth as he could. By God, he had never felt anything as good as this! But this was not right! Lord Snyder should not be doing this to him; he should be the one down on his knees in front of the other man.
“My… my lord,” Noah managed to breathed out, his hands grasping into the blonde tresses to try and pull him back. “I… I should be…”
Noah was interrupted by a loud pop as Luke let Noah's hardened flesh fall from his mouth.
The blonde looked up at him with a smirk, a mixture of saliva and pre-ejaculate making his stretched lips glisten. “I think, given our present position,” Luke released his hand from the base of Noah’s length to gesture between them, “we can forego the formalities, Noah. You should call me Luke… at least when we are alone,” he added sadly.
The young knight nodded; he understood perfectly.
Noah looked on as Luke bowed his head and opened his mouth again. Suddenly recalling the reason he had interrupted the other man in the first place, the knight found his voice again. “But, I should…”
Luke never let him finish as he engulfed the tip of Noah’s manhood again. The young lord threw himself wholeheartedly into using his mouth, lips, tongue and his hand where his mouth couldn’t reach to speed the young knight toward his completion.
Noah hissed when he felt Luke’s teeth graze his sensitive head. Groaning, he tangled the fingers of one hand in the blonde locks while he traced a sensual path over his own torso with the other, pushing the soft material of his under-shirt aside so he could twist and pull at a pert nipple. He knew he was not going to be able to prolong the experience much longer; the overwhelming sensations were just too much for his heightened senses.
The increasingly guttural sounds from the man above him had Luke working his own length harder and faster, fervently hoping the crashing sounds of the waves on the beachhead below would drown out the erotic sounds from the tent to any by passer. To be found like this would be the end of him.
“Uh… I…” Noah tried to warn the young blonde as he felt his climax building from the base of his spine.
But Luke just sucked harder as Noah jerked and shuddered his release into his willing mouth, moaning as the sensation made him spill his own climax over his clenched fist.
The handsome knight pulled on Luke’s shoulders with trembling hands, willing him to his feet. “My lord…” he began, his hoarse voice barely above a whisper, before stopping as the other man gave him a reproachful look.
“L…Luke,” he tried again, the name sounded unfamiliar yet just perfect from his lips. He tugged at the blonde’s hand to lead him toward his bed. “Come, lay the night with me.” He yearned to spend this, their first night together, exploring each other’s bodies… discovering more new experiences. He had yet to touch the young lord intimately.
Luke shook his head sadly… the hazel hue full of regret. “I cannot. I have lingered here too long already.” He leaned in to kiss away the look of disappointment on the brunette’s face and Noah marveled at the taste of himself on Luke's lips.
The blonde averted his eyes as he reached for the washcloth and gently cleansed Noah's genitalia before reaching down, pulling up the man's under-britches and restoring Noah to a semblance of his appearance when Luke had first entered the tent… although nothing would ever be the same again.
“My personal bodyguard have probably already noted my absence and may be about to raise the alarm at any moment. I must leave,” he explained in a subdued tone, turning his attention to cleaning his own now flaccid member… still unable to meet Noah's gaze.
Noah silently reached out and stilled his hand, taking the washcloth, he attended to Luke's needs himself. With a deep regret, the young knight discarded the washcloth and laced up Luke's britches, securing the tempting flesh from sight.
When he looked up again, the young lord was already reaching for his cloak, settling it about his shoulders. “Come to me again?” Noah asked, his eyebrows arching questioningly… this could not be the first and only time they met like this. It's simply could not!
Luke paused at the canvas opening of the tent and turned to face Noah again. He flashed the man a wide bright smile, the candlelight dancing over his dimples and making his hazel eyes sparkle. “Count on it!” he grinned as he pulled the hood up to cover his head.
He cautiously opened the tent flap, looking out into the moonlight.
And then Luke was gone; out into the night accompanied by the momentarily increased sound of the waves hitting the shore below, before the canvas flap slid back into place.
Noah was left standing alone, staring at the material… already eagerly anticipating his next encounter with the young blonde lord
Chapter 2
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Author:wheelie47
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Luke and Noah.
Word count: 3,553
Disclaimer: Don’t own characters, am not associated in any way with ATWT, Van and Jake. No offence intended.
Summary: Set in the fictional land of feudal Western Atlantia, Lord Luke has an encounter with a certain dark-haired young knight…
Written in the what_did_you_do. Also written with a 'Game of Thrones' influence.
Prompt: Waves and moonlight
Prompter: cindyls1969
Prompting: mdfawn
With the prompt of: Seeing as we are in an Olympic year, I'm prompting with ‘swifter, higher, stronger ’.
Lord Luke of the House of Snyder cautiously picked his way through the tented encampment. His path was lit only by the glowing embers of fires in strategically placed braziers and by the hauntingly eerie glow of moonlight, intermittently filtered as the wind blew clouds across the surface of the moon.
Lord Snyder pulled the large hood of his dark cloak further forward over his forehead, not only to guard against the rain that fell incessantly now but also to avoid detection.
He sank back further into the shadows when two guards patrolled next to the tent he was currently using as cover.
The young lord held his breath and his heart was in his mouth; he must avoid being discovered here at all costs.
Yes, this was his army… an army that had been assembled to overthrow the evil King Damian of Oakdale. But it was an army raised by allegiances, treaties, pacts and, in some cases, simply the promise of a share of the spoils of war. And for him to be found creeping around in the middle of the night here amongst the tents of his knights, would arouse suspicion at such unseemly behavior for a man of his standing.
Suspicion that could quite easily be sufficient enough reason for some of the knights to break such tenuous and fragile alliances and return home.
And Luke needed all the rebel knights that his family’s standing and reputation could muster. Their just, but all the same treasonous, attempt to overthrow their king had caused a ripple effect that spread to neighboring kingdoms.
Soon all of the eight kingdoms of Western Atlantia were in rebellion.
Due to an alliance his father, Holden, had struck with a group of lords from the far flung coastal Kingdom of California, Luke and his army now found themselves far from home. They were camped out on high cliffs overlooking the Pacific ocean to come to the aid of the lords in their attempt to overthrow their own evil King.
“That was too close for comfort,” Luke muttered to himself as the guards disappeared from view. He stepped out from the shadows and looked this way and that before continuing on his way, searching the tents for a particular knight’s standard.
The young lord knew he shouldn’t be here… knew he should be back in his own tent, listening to advisors and pouring over analysis of the last battle. They had been victorious but at a heavy cost; Luke had lost some of his best knights that day… knights that he could ill afford to lose.
He should be concentrating on planning his next military move.
But instead he was here; furtively seeking out one knight’s tent… wanting to make sure that the man had survived the battle.
There had been no word of Sir Noah of the Mayer Clan since Luke had seen a blow to his sword arm topple the man from his horse in the midst of the battle.
He had tried to reach the stricken man. But the melee around Luke had chosen that particular moment to intensify and all his efforts had been diverted to his own sword arm in an attempt to keep himself alive.
When the young lord had the opportunity to glance in the same direction again, there was no sign of Mayer; the space he had occupied had been over run with approaching enemy soldiers.
After the hard won battle had ended, Luke had sent one of his serving boys, Casey, to seek word of the knight’s welfare. But the young lad had failed to return. “Probably out making merry on cheap ale,” Luke grumbled to himself.
He was almost beginning to despair at ever finding Mayor’s tent. The young lord was nearly at the edge of the encampment now and he could hear the repeated crescendo of the wind driven waves crashing against the rocks at the base of the cliff below.
Luke was about to abandon his search and return to his own tent. But the need to find Mayor drove him on. A need that went further than making sure that the blue-eyed, dark-haired young knight was still alive… a deep need that Lord Snyder did not want to admit to himself, let alone anyone else.
But a need that was undeniable all the same.
“At last!” Luke exclaimed, a smile of relief spreading across his face as he finally spotted the familiar black bear with crossed swords standard of the Mayer Clan fluttering in the rain laden wind.
Pausing at the tent opening, Lord Snyder carefully listened for sounds of multiple voices inside the canvas walls at the same time he checked he was not being watched.
Satisfied, Luke lifted the canvas tent flap and slipped inside…
…
Sir Noah Mayor immediately sensed another presence in the tent, his military training making him spin away from the washstand toward the opening.
“Show yourself!” he demanded of the hooded figure now stood before him, his injured sword arm tensing painfully as he reached toward the table for his sword.
“Stay your hand!” Luke commanded, as he reached up to pull the hood of his cloak back to reveal his identity.
“My…my lord,” Noah stuttered as he found himself staring into the bright hazel eyes of the man he had sworn to lay his life down for.
“How… how may I serve you?” the tall dark-haired knight bowed his head and averted his eyes. He willed his body not to react the way it did every time the handsome blonde lord was in close proximity.
He could not reveal how he felt; this kind of lust for another man was not what his father had taught him was expected of a knight. Noah wished he could feel something for the hoards of women that threw themselves at him and his fellow knights. But those shameless women left him cold. It seemed only Lord Snyder had the ability to stir his body to life.
Luke took a step further into the tent, discarding his sodden cloak on the arm of a chair as his eyes traced the toned muscles of Sir Noah's sculpted chest. He had interrupted the dark-haired knight in the middle of his ablutions to rid himself of the grime and sweat of battle. The man's laced undershirt was open to the waist and his chest glistened with droplets of water that had been applied by the washcloth still clutched in Noah's left hand.
As the blonde scanned the knight’s chest he spotted the darkening bruise on his shoulder from the blow he had sustained in battle. Luke breathed a sigh of relief that it appeared the blow had been struck by the hilt of a sword rather than the more deadly blade itself.
Realizing he hadn't responded to the knight’s question, Luke swallowed hard and tried to find his voice. “I wanted to... to…” his voice faltered as he lifted his eyes to find the intense blue staring back at him. He could get lost in those eyes.
The lord steeled his nerve and tried to concentrate. He gestured to the man’s shoulder. “Does it hurt very much?”
Stunned by the unexpected question, Noah was momentarily lost for words. “It… it is nothing; no more than a glancing blow,” he downplayed the pain although he couldn’t stop a grimace from spreading across his handsome features as he flexed the muscles in his arm.
“It seems more than nothing to me.” Luke took a step closer. “Where is your servant?” he asked, noting for the first time that the man was attending to his own ablutions.
Noah blushed slightly at the question; he’d sent his one and only servant to tend to his horse. The prime reason his father had pledged their family’s alliance to the House of Snyder was for a share of the profits of war; the Mayer coffers had been greatly depleted over the years. It was a fact Noah was ever ashamed of. He, himself, had sworn allegiance because he believed in the cause.
“I sent him away. I need no assistance,” he replied as he submerged the washcloth into the water basin before squeezing out the excess liquid awkwardly with his left hand and raising it again to his chest.
The exultation at seeing the man alive and relatively well and the intoxicating thrill of seeing him half clothed emboldened Luke and he reached out. “Here let me aid you.”
“My... my lord, that is not needed. I can….” Noah’s words faltered as he felt Luke’s long and elegant fingers cover his as he took the washcloth from his grasp.
The brunette tried to fix his gaze on a spot on the tent wall, but only saw the soft flickering candlelight cast their bodies’ enticing shadows on the canvas. He willed his body to not respond as Lord Snyder rhythmically worked the dampened cloth over his chest, taking deliberate care over the trail of hair leading below his belly button.
Noah could barely contain a gasp as droplets of water descended underneath the waistband of his soft leather under-britches, sending erotic sensations straight to his awakening manhood. He knew at that moment he was lost… he could no longer contain his feelings and let out a low rumbling moan.
The sound that escaped the other man's lips made Luke look up from concentrating on the movement of his hand on the brunette’s chest. The look he saw etched on the knight’s face left Luke in little doubt that this man had exactly the same feelings flowing through his body as he did; the brunette had his eyes closed and was biting his bottom lip at the intensity of what he was feeling.
The blonde lord knew for certain then that he had not mistaken the increasingly lingering looks he had been receiving from Sir Noah over the past weeks.
Silently, Luke discarded the washcloth on the stand and placed his palm directly onto Noah's chest; skin to skin. The feel of the quickening heartbeat directly beneath his hand awakened his own member and the sensation was overwhelming.
“Please, my lord, you…you should not…” Noah’s plea petered out when he opened his eyes and the blonde’s expressive hazel orbs were mere inches away.
“Tell me, Noah,” Luke deliberately emphasized the knight’s name… making sure he had the brunette’s full attention. “Tell me that you do not feel the same as I do. Tell me that our close proximity does not affect you as it does me.”
His next move would propel him passed the point of no return; he simply could not deny his feelings for Noah any longer.
Luke reached for Noah’s hand and brought the man’s large palm down to rest firmly over his own hardening manhood, making Noah’s affect on him obvious. “Deny this and I will leave now and we will speak no more on the matter.”
Noah looked at the blonde lord, his breath coming harder now. He felt the man’s length twitch beneath his hand through the material of his britches… his own member responding in kind. How could he deny this handsome man anything right now? It was not humanly possible.
Shaking his head, Noah silently pulled his hand back from the other man’s heated groin. Turning his palm over, he guided Luke’s hand to the front of his under-britches… holding it in place over his own groin.
Thrilled by Noah’s acquiescence and even more aroused by the feel of the brunette’s hardness beneath his palm, Luke lustfully smirked up at him. “Then kiss me,” he commanded as he reached up with his free hand and crashed their lips together.
There was nothing tentative or gentle about the kiss. It spoke of the frantic need to feel more and of the overwhelming relief at discovering a reciprocated desire. Both men warmed to the task in hand as the feel of stubble on sensitive lips increased their ardor ten-fold.
So intent on the kiss and the way the intense feeling it created radiated through every fiber of his being, Luke almost forgot that his hand was still covering the other man’s groin… that is until the young knight ground his hardness into Luke’s palm.
The blonde lord was more than eager to see in the flesh the effect his touch was having on Noah. He pulled back from the kiss and, ignoring the groan of protest from the other man at the separation, he dropped to his knees.
“Have to see,” he murmured breathlessly, fumbling with increasing annoyance at the stubborn ties that held the front of the knight’s under-britches closed.
Finally managing to succeed over the offending material, Luke yanked the undergarment free of Noah’s slim hips and let them drop to the ground.
“At last!” he breathed out as he stared in awe at the proud flesh before him. Longer though not as thick as his own, it was beyond perfect. The dark curls in the young knight’s groin seemed to intensify the strong lines of Noah’s manhood, making it stand out further.
Luke’s eager fingers itched to reach out to the hard flesh. But he resisted and looked up to the handsome brunette to seek reassurance that this was what they both wanted.
The look that greeted him made Luke gasp with desire; Noah’s eyes were several shades darker… fuelled with lust and want. The man’s mouth sensuously parted as he slowly licked his lips. Noah swallowed hard as their eyes locked and he gave the kneeling lord an eager nod… urging him on. As if either man could stop now!
Luke needed no further encouragement and he curled his fingers around Noah’s length, feeling the hard muscle pulse at his touch.
The young blonde paused uncertainly; he had never pleasured another man like this before. Luke’s only experience had been his explorations of his own body. Deciding to fall back on his own knowledge, he drew back his hand, licked the palm and used his saliva to lubricate Noah’s member. He worked his hand up and down the length… twisting and pulling in exactly the same motion he had used on himself many times before all the while imagining that it had been Noah's hand on his flesh.
He watched in awe as the young knight’s manhood grew even harder and droplets of clear liquid gathered at the head.
Hearing the increasingly labored breathing above him, Luke looked up again. “Is this to your liking, Sir Noah?” he asked coyly, his eyes widening as he watched the man above him becoming undone.
“I…,” Noah swallowed and tried to find his voice, his mouth suddenly dry. “Please… please, do not stop.” He could not believe that this man… his lord… was kneeling in front of him with his hand wrapped around his hard flesh, pleasuring him like this.
Luke had no intention of stopping anything. In fact, he was reminded of his own needs as his own member pressed uncomfortably against the confines of his undergarments. He reached down with his free hand and fumbled with the ties at his groin as he continued to work his fingers along Noah’s hard muscle.
Sighing with relief, he managed to free himself and wrapped a sure and calloused palm around his own flesh, twisting and pulling in perfect rhythm to match his other hand on Noah.
Entranced as more droplets of clear liquid gathered at Noah’s head, Luke found himself licking his lips and leaning forward to tentatively run his tongue over the tip. Mmmh! Slightly salty, but not unpleasant.
The young knight’s musky, manly smell was that much stronger now and it was driving all coherent thoughts from Luke's mind. All he seemed to be able to focus on was the thought of taking Noah's member into his mouth. Grasping the hardened flesh at the base, he held Noah steady while he slowly but surely opened his mouth, stretching his lips wide to engulf the engorged tip.
Noah gasped and he found himself involuntarily clenching and unclenching his fingers as he stared down at the young lord below him, watching him hollow out his cheeks in an attempt to take as much of his flesh into his mouth as he could. By God, he had never felt anything as good as this! But this was not right! Lord Snyder should not be doing this to him; he should be the one down on his knees in front of the other man.
“My… my lord,” Noah managed to breathed out, his hands grasping into the blonde tresses to try and pull him back. “I… I should be…”
Noah was interrupted by a loud pop as Luke let Noah's hardened flesh fall from his mouth.
The blonde looked up at him with a smirk, a mixture of saliva and pre-ejaculate making his stretched lips glisten. “I think, given our present position,” Luke released his hand from the base of Noah’s length to gesture between them, “we can forego the formalities, Noah. You should call me Luke… at least when we are alone,” he added sadly.
The young knight nodded; he understood perfectly.
Noah looked on as Luke bowed his head and opened his mouth again. Suddenly recalling the reason he had interrupted the other man in the first place, the knight found his voice again. “But, I should…”
Luke never let him finish as he engulfed the tip of Noah’s manhood again. The young lord threw himself wholeheartedly into using his mouth, lips, tongue and his hand where his mouth couldn’t reach to speed the young knight toward his completion.
Noah hissed when he felt Luke’s teeth graze his sensitive head. Groaning, he tangled the fingers of one hand in the blonde locks while he traced a sensual path over his own torso with the other, pushing the soft material of his under-shirt aside so he could twist and pull at a pert nipple. He knew he was not going to be able to prolong the experience much longer; the overwhelming sensations were just too much for his heightened senses.
The increasingly guttural sounds from the man above him had Luke working his own length harder and faster, fervently hoping the crashing sounds of the waves on the beachhead below would drown out the erotic sounds from the tent to any by passer. To be found like this would be the end of him.
“Uh… I…” Noah tried to warn the young blonde as he felt his climax building from the base of his spine.
But Luke just sucked harder as Noah jerked and shuddered his release into his willing mouth, moaning as the sensation made him spill his own climax over his clenched fist.
The handsome knight pulled on Luke’s shoulders with trembling hands, willing him to his feet. “My lord…” he began, his hoarse voice barely above a whisper, before stopping as the other man gave him a reproachful look.
“L…Luke,” he tried again, the name sounded unfamiliar yet just perfect from his lips. He tugged at the blonde’s hand to lead him toward his bed. “Come, lay the night with me.” He yearned to spend this, their first night together, exploring each other’s bodies… discovering more new experiences. He had yet to touch the young lord intimately.
Luke shook his head sadly… the hazel hue full of regret. “I cannot. I have lingered here too long already.” He leaned in to kiss away the look of disappointment on the brunette’s face and Noah marveled at the taste of himself on Luke's lips.
The blonde averted his eyes as he reached for the washcloth and gently cleansed Noah's genitalia before reaching down, pulling up the man's under-britches and restoring Noah to a semblance of his appearance when Luke had first entered the tent… although nothing would ever be the same again.
“My personal bodyguard have probably already noted my absence and may be about to raise the alarm at any moment. I must leave,” he explained in a subdued tone, turning his attention to cleaning his own now flaccid member… still unable to meet Noah's gaze.
Noah silently reached out and stilled his hand, taking the washcloth, he attended to Luke's needs himself. With a deep regret, the young knight discarded the washcloth and laced up Luke's britches, securing the tempting flesh from sight.
When he looked up again, the young lord was already reaching for his cloak, settling it about his shoulders. “Come to me again?” Noah asked, his eyebrows arching questioningly… this could not be the first and only time they met like this. It's simply could not!
Luke paused at the canvas opening of the tent and turned to face Noah again. He flashed the man a wide bright smile, the candlelight dancing over his dimples and making his hazel eyes sparkle. “Count on it!” he grinned as he pulled the hood up to cover his head.
He cautiously opened the tent flap, looking out into the moonlight.
And then Luke was gone; out into the night accompanied by the momentarily increased sound of the waves hitting the shore below, before the canvas flap slid back into place.
Noah was left standing alone, staring at the material… already eagerly anticipating his next encounter with the young blonde lord
Chapter 2
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