In the Darkness (12 page)

Too soon, the tiny hairs of Evin’s ass tickled at the base of his cock, and then Evin’s bones ground down on him and his cock prodded as far as it would go into that feverish body.

An expression of pure delight radiated from Evin’s face. He closed his eyes as he shifted and wiggled and moaned a bit. Gareth again imagined quivery, stretchy bands of flesh, but this time he was the one surrounded in the soft, wet heat. His drooling cock was teased and squeezed and milked as Evin ground against him and clenched.

Evin grunted and started slowly to lift himself off.

Urgency seized Gareth. He wrapped his hands around Evin’s ass and physically lifted Evin up a few inches. Then he imitated Evin’s earlier fucking motion by lifting his own hips, pushing himself in deep, and lowering back to the blanket. He started to move in a rhythm, fucking up into Evin’s bottom, careful not to hurt Evin with his hands or his stabbing cock. Faster, faster.

Everything Evin had done filled him with the want to make seed
now.

Evin kept his eyes closed and murmured, “Higher. Up, up,” and Gareth lifted the little body enough that his downstrokes would just barely leave the flaring head of his cock inside. The sensation of Evin’s burning, gripping ass devouring his cock drove him ever more urgently, and soon he was nearly punishing Evin’s hole with the force of his fucking.

He wanted to spill. He wanted to put his seed into Evin.

Evin’s head lolled, and because Gareth was supporting his entire weight, he could caress his body with one hand and pump his rehardening cock with the other. “I love it. I love it,” Evin said between gasps.

Gareth thrust in all the way, then pulled out and jiggled his head just inside Evin. Tickling the flare of his head against the lip of Evin’s hole made shards of joy shoot through his cock and balls and ass. But that was nothing compared to the thrill of watching Evin’s reaction. He rammed in again.

“Oh, Gareth, I love it!”

The feeling of his cock hammering at just the right spot in Evin’s body made Gareth’s insides tighten, and he fucked even faster. His cock got harder and strained to reach deeper. He’d get relief soon. He was about to spray into Evin’s guts.

“Oh, I’m gonna go again!” Evin stroked himself frantically, and his muscles twitched and clenched around Gareth’s cock. “Unnngh! Aaaah!” Burning drops of seed rained onto Gareth’s face and chest.

Gareth groaned too as he pushed himself deep up into Evin, whose hole locked tight around him. His cock surged and shot blast after blast, and Gareth started to buck. Evin gasped in laughter. His fingers dug into Gareth’s chest as he held on.

Gareth’s bucking settled into little jerks and shudders, and still he held Evin’s hips, keeping Evin’s ass crushed to his groin, letting his cock empty completely into Evin.

Gareth was still hard when he caught his breath, so he lifted Evin back up a bit and gently fucked him a few minutes more, never looking away from the serene smile on Evin’s face. He never wanted it to end.

When he finally did begin to soften, he pulled out slowly. Along with his cock, a puddle of thick seed came splashing onto him.

“Sorry,” Evin said sheepishly. “I think you flooded me.”

Gareth laughed at the thought of Evin, clean inside and out, filled with it like a water skin. “I’m glad. I can clean you up.”

“What do you mean?”

With his hands still gripping Evin’s waist, Gareth lifted Evin bodily up and moved him forward until he could lower Evin’s dripping ass to his face. Then he began tenderly to lap up his own juice.

“Oh, that feels nice….” Evin said.

Gareth’s heart swelled at the contented sighs and moans Evin made as he continued to lave and swallow, dip and swirl his tongue around. He wanted to soothe Evin’s body after treating it so roughly. He groaned in happiness as he licked out his own seed. After eating all he could get, he tipped Evin over to the side and moved to lick off Evin’s cock and abdomen. Evin touched a wet hand to Gareth’s lips, and he cleaned that off too.

As he did these things for Evin, he was already calling to mind everything they had just done, reliving it and trying to memorize every instant. He had never been so happy before, and he didn’t want to ever forget the least part of what they had done here. Just the thought of Evin begging him to hold him up, higher up, and then—what had he said? “What were you saying, just then?”

Evin’s voice was sleepy. “Hm? What, when?”

“Just when I was sticking inside you. Before you said I flooded you.” He waited while Evin thought back.

“You mean when I said I loved it, the way you were fucking me?”

“Yeah, what’s that mean?”

“It means…I had a good time.” Then: “You don’t know what it means to love something?”

“I just hadn’t never heard that word before, is all.”

“Oh. Well, you know what it is when you like stuff, right? Well, when you love something, it means you like it better than the best thing ever.”

“Oh, like you,” Gareth said lightly, then froze. He wasn’t sure it was okay to say such things about people.

“Like me, what?”

This was embarrassing. He had to answer now, and it seemed important, but maybe it was going to sound stupid. His throat tried to close, so he forced the words out. “Like you are. B-better than the best thing ever.”

Evin laughed gently and stroked his hair.
It must be okay
. He closed his eyes and lay there, enjoying Evin’s touch. They remained in a contented embrace until it was time to dress and go home.

Chapter Nine

Gareth next met Evin two nights later.

Evin brought his lantern this time, and also some rags, which he wet after they cleaned up at the river. When they made it to the cave, he set up and unhooded the lantern. “We’re always in the dark, and you can see everything. I want to see you too.”

He spread their blankets out before the lantern and asked Gareth to kneel there, naked in the light. With his hands and eyes, Evin explored Gareth’s front all over as if for the first time. “You look dark in the moonlight. I can tell you’re green, but the true color…” He stretched Gareth’s arm out, exposing the flesh of his forearm and palm to the light, and ran his pink fingers over it. “Could your skin be made out of the same stuff as leaves? But it’s so soft.”

“I don’t know.” Why couldn’t anyone let him forget?

Evin kissed his shoulder. “You sound sad. I’m embarrassing you.”

“I can’t answer nothing. I don’t know why I’m—” The words
wrong
and
ugly
both tried to come out first, but he wasn’t sure anymore. He trusted Evin, and Evin would say… “Different.”

“Different.” Evin released Gareth’s arm and ran his hands over Gareth’s back and belly at the same time, up high and then down low enough to tickle the base of his cock and the base of his spine at once. “You mean extra especially wonderful. Nobody has skin so beautiful as yours.”

“You do.” Gareth turned and pulled Evin into a kiss.

“Mmmmm.”

Gareth got hard, and the examination didn’t seem so bad after that.

When they finally lay down on the blankets, Evin surprised Gareth by using the cold, wet rags to wash their feet all over again. Then with all preparations finally done, Evin lay atop Gareth, tickling Gareth with his fuzz, and they kissed deeply. Evin gazed into Gareth’s eyes and said, “You’re beautiful. A miracle.” They kissed again. “You’re better at this than any of the others.”

“Do…you think they might like me?”

Evin laughed. “They’d love to watch you spray your seed. Lords! And they’d like to use your hole. But…I think they’d be afraid of your cock. You might want to put it in them.”

“They don’t like that?”

“Ha! I bet they would, but they won’t try. It’s a sin, and if anyone finds out… Well, that’s what happened to my uncle. That’s why they took him away. They caught him letting the priest fish him out and took him. There’s a law against ‘usurping the natural place of the woman.’”

“Priest? Fish? I don’t understand.”

Evin collapsed against Gareth. “Ah, I never know what it is you don’t know! Okay. The village has a church. Inside, a priest speaks, telling the people what’s good and what’s bad. Does that make sense?”

“No, but he’s someone like the mayor, right? People listen to him?”

“Yes. Until he gets caught fishing out one of the boys; then they don’t listen to him anymore. The church—the church people he works for—they move him somewhere else, and a new priest comes for people to listen to.”

“That’s… Why?”

“Well, I don’t know why they listen. Anyway. ‘Fishing out’ is what we did last time. Fucking. Have you ever seen someone catching fish in the river? You use a pole for that, you see.” He made his point obvious by reaching back and wiggling Gareth’s cock, slapping it against his own crack.

“So we both broke the law last time?”

Evin looked away. “Yes. I should have told you, but…you’re hiding anyway. If people will kill you just because you’re alive, it doesn’t matter whether you break any laws, does it?”

“No. I’m not mad. When you put your fingers in… It was weird at first, but then…now…” Gareth’s eyes defocused, and he started to squirm a bit at the memory of Evin touching him inside.

“I love it too. I love everything you can do to me.”

An ugly thought intruded, and Gareth snapped back to focus on Evin’s face. “That’s why you do stuff with the others.”

“What? No! You think I want everybody to put stuff inside of me?”

“No, it’s because Tyber… If you don’t do that stuff for him, he’ll tell, won’t he?”

Evin rolled off Gareth so that they both lay flat on their backs, side by side. Evin stared up at the cave’s roof, where the lantern’s light played. “You have to understand. Tyber’s father is the mayor, the person who leads our town. That makes Tyber important. A leader to the boys. Way back when I was, like, nine summers, Tyber was my favorite person. We were friends, I guess, but I just loved him. Then I did something stupid, and suddenly everybody made fun of me.”

“What was it?”

“Well, one day, this girl, Ysabeau, comes up and gives Tyber a flower, and he acts like it is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for him. And Ysabeau holds her face up to him, and he kisses her, just like that! And they’re hugging and talking and flirting…you know.”

Gareth didn’t know what flirting was, but he imagined it had to do with making seed.

“So I’m jealous of Ysabeau, and the next day when she’s not there, I find the nicest flower I could get my hands on—stole it from Madame Tabeau’s flower box—and I march myself up and give the flower to Tyber, right in front of our friends.”

“And that was stupid?”

“Of course. He threw it down and stomped it and all the boys laughed at me and I ran home to hide.”

“Because of a flower?”

“No, because giving it meant I liked him. He came by my house later on and apologized, said he liked me and we could kiss if I wanted, but we had to keep it secret.”

“He wasn’t mean…in secret.”

“No, he was good at first. We tried more stuff, and he liked it. We both liked it a lot. Then he asked me to do stuff for a friend of his, and then another. Before I knew it, I was a stupid pet for the whole group. Then one of them managed to do stuff with Ysabeau, and suddenly nobody liked me anymore.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. It wasn’t long before they were talking nasty about Ysabeau too. I feel sorry for her. They use her just as they use me. I think they have more fun with me. I can do things they really like, and they kind of hate me because they want it so much.”

Gareth had seen for himself. He didn’t know what to say, but Evin had shown him how people touch when they want to make things better. Because it was all he knew to do, he turned and laid a hand against Evin’s cheek.

“You guessed right about why I go with Tyber,” Evin said. “Mama and Papa have had enough after what happened to my uncle and losing Teffaine. I made my mistake, letting Tyber have me when I was young and stupid. And now he has me. He’s the mayor’s son. If he starts talking about how I let the others… I can’t do it. I won’t hurt my parents. Not more.”

“You’ll protect them.”

“You know… I’m sorry… I’ll have to be with Tyber and the others again.” He turned to look at Gareth. “I’ll have to go on another hunting trip soon. I wish I could take you too. I don’t want to leave you out of the fun. What fun there is…”

“But I have to be a secret.” Gareth wasn’t bitter; that was just the way the world worked.

“In truth, I’m selfish. I like having you as my secret. But I’d share you, you know. I would, if it were safe for you.”

Gareth’s chest did something. A feeling, like something broke off inside. He tried to keep his voice neutral. “No. It’s better. You have to do stuff with them.”

“You’d like Johan; he’s better inside than me. He can take a long time.”

“No! There’s—I don’t know how to say…”

“What is it?” Evin propped up on an elbow and leaned in to look him in the eye.

“It’s—I won’t miss nothing with them. I don’t care. You—” He swallowed. “You protect your parents, however you got to. But you’ll come back to me, won’t you? Sometimes?”

“Yes, yes, of course!” Evin crushed against him and covered his face with kisses, speaking a word or two between each one to say, “Silly! How could you think I’d forget you?”

“Then it’s good, then. It’s just—these feelings…the good ones and doing stuff… It’s always been with you. Even before you knew me, I never felt none of this without you.”

Evin looked stricken. “Oh. You.” Then he kissed Gareth deeply. He lifted away and looked into Gareth’s eyes. “You poor, stupid bastard. You make me want to die to make you happy.”

Despite the ugly words, Evin smiled at him in a soft way that seemed to promise there would be many, many next times. Gareth said, “You make me happy by living.”

Instead of responding with words, Evin moved to kneel, straddling Gareth’s body, showing Gareth his back. He leaned toward Gareth’s cock. Gareth sighed as hot, wet softness enveloped him.

Evin licked forcefully around the edge of his cockhead. And again and again until his legs twitched. Just when he thought he couldn’t take it anymore, Evin pulled off and Gareth heard a wet sound. In a lascivious demonstration, Evin’s right hand appeared, fingers glistening, reaching to stroke Evin’s hole.