Statuesque

AN: Here you goooooooooooo!




He couldn't do it.

He really couldn't do it.

The letter was in his hand, slightly torn and severely creased from too many times rereading it, but he. Just. Couldn't. Do it.

Okay, one more time.

Hands shaking and paper crinkling, Tamrin read it one more time.

To my dear Tamrin,

I waited for you last night and you never came, though I don't know why. I imagine you're scared, or maybe unable to believe that I am indeed here, and real. But I am. I am real, Tamrin, and I am waiting for you still.
You helped me come back to life, Tamrin, and I don't want you to think you've lost a friend. I want you to know you've gained something better. I will still listen to you. I will still be there for you. I'm yours, Tamrin, anyway you'll have me. I give myself freely.
Give yourself to me in return, and I will show you how good we can be together. I'll take you in my arms and

Tamrin choked and crumpled the letter up in his hand, cheeks stained bright red. What the statue wrote next always made him weak in the knees and unable to breathe normally, with his pants growing uncomfortably tight. Feeling like he was made of jelly, he wobbled to his bed, sitting down heavily and wiping at his face with the back of his hand.

It was pornography. Pure, unfiltered pornography.

So graphic that Tamrin had already jerked off to it uncountable times in the week since he'd gotten it. The things that were written! Things Tamrin didn't even know was possible between two males, things he was now non-stop thinking about. Things he desperately wanted to try. Nothing in his most erotic dreams even come close to what his statue wrote he'd do to him.

Although, it wasn't...he wasn't a statue anymore. He was a living, breathing, thinking...man. A warrior who wanted to do unspeakable things to him. And Tamric didn't even know his name.

The letter was unsigned, and he lifted it once more, shaking it out to peer at the back, where the sexual misconduct ended with two sentences.

Whenever you are ready, I will be here for you, in the farthest hutch by the stables. Come to me, Tamrin.

It'd been almost a week since he'd gotten the letter.

Six days ago, Tamrin had woken in his room after fainting in the hedge maze, surprised to see his teacher seated at he foot of his bed, eyes worried as he looked over to him. When he'd noticed Tamrin was awake, he'd smiled in relief and started to speak.

But Tamrin had cut him off. “How'd I get here?!” He'd screeched, suddenly terrified it had all been a dream. That he hadn't seen his statue come to life just that morning.

But Master Jerrin had frowned at his tone, telling him to calm down, and then telling him the most glorious words he'd ever heard.

“One of the groundskeepers carried you up. He said he'd found you collapsed in the garden, bleeding from some sharp rock shards. You know I ordered you to stay in bed all day, Tamrin. I'm very upset you didn't listen.”

But Tamrin had been electrified. Buzzing all over with excitement, he'd ignored his teacher's tone and asked who the one who'd brought him back was. Jerrin hadn't known.

“I didn't recognize the boy personally, though I don't claim to know everyone. But, he did tear his tunic to help your hand, so I know he's a loyal worker. Don't worry, I sent him him compensation for his aid, and for new clothing.”

Compensation wasn't what Tamrin was worried about.

That proved it was true. His statue really had come to life. That scene in the garden wasn't just some overcooked fantasy of his too lonely mind. No, it was real.

Was it any fault of his own that he started giggling uncontrollably after that? That he'd begun to laugh so hard in relief and fear that he'd been unable to stop, til finally, with Master Jerrin watching him with concern, he'd fallen back into his bed, panting and smiling, with wet cheeks from unstoppable tears?

His behavior had prompted Master Jerrin to feel his forehead with the back of his hand, frowning at him. Tamrin had been ordered to take an additional day off from lessons, because he was thought to have some sort of fever.

Of course, he'd spent the whole day in his room, his brain broken from the moment he'd learned the truth, and that night, he'd fallen asleep without thinking. The next day, he'd gotten the letter from the statue, delivered by one of the chambermaids.

After reading it, he'd been so shaken by its content, that when Master Jerrin had come to check on him, Tamrin had freaked and kicked him out, refusing to let him back in. For days, Tamrin had refused to leave his room, ordering food to be brought and only sneaking out at night to use the washroom.

Now it was six days since the statue had come to life. Six whole days!

A knock came at the door, jolting him from his thoughts.

“What?!” He exclaimed, scampering over to his bed and hiding behind it. “What do you want?!”

There was a long-suffering sigh, and his teacher's voice reverberated through the wood. “Prince Tamrin, may I enter?”

“...Why?”

“Prince Tamrin, I will not have a conversation through a door. May I please enter?”

He really didn't want to say yes, but...

Making sure to keep the letter hidden in his hand, he peeked over the bed. “Okay. Yeah, you can come in.”

It was a sign of how worried his teacher was for him that Master Jerrin didn't correct his improper speech. The formidable man just searched the room and frowned when he noticed Tamrin hiding. With another long sigh, he came and stood before him.

“Prince Tamrin, I really must insist that you get outside today. Go for a ride on your horse or something. You need to get some fresh air, for you're beginning to grow pale.”

Tamrin shivered and shook his head. He couldn't go out there. He just couldn't. There was way too much risk that he'd see the statue if he went down there. The stables were right near the hutches.

Master Jerrin noted his movement, tilting his head. “Are you sure? If you need assistance, I could have one of the stablehands come and help you-”

“No!” Tamrin cried. What if the one who came up to help was him?

Master Jerrin tried again. “Please, it will be alright, just-”

“No!”

“Fine.” Master Jerrin said briskly, scowling and returning to the door. “I will not pretend to understand what is going on with you these days, young prince,” He said from archway. “But, if you do not change your behavior by tomorrow night, I will send for a doctor.” With a final stern glance, he left, shutting the door behind him.

Tamrin hated the doctor.

That was it, then. He couldn't just keep hiding away, afraid of something he couldn't even voice, too cowardly to face something that might just be...good for him.

He'd go find the Statue tonight. Once everyone was in bed, he'd sneak down to the worker's houses.

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Nobody was out this time of night, and Tamrin had no trouble getting down to the stables. In the shadows of one worker's house, he paused, steeling himself up for what was about to happen.

A horse whinnied from a nearby stall, scaring him and sending him scampering out into the light spilling from the window of one of the hutches. For a moment, he felt exposed, as if his location were suddenly compromised. Bounding back into the shadows of the next house over, he tried to calm himself. Tell himself he was still hidden. A brief glance to check where he was had his heart skipping a bite. He was struck by the realization that he was leaning against the very house he was looking for.

The statue's hutch.

Dear lord, he was frozen. Not one muscle on his whole body was listening to his suddenly screaming brain and he was caught up against the wall, like some sort of fly trapped in a web.

A very masculine yawn sounded from inside that house, and Tamrin's whole body broke out in goosebumps. He was horrified to feel himself get a little hard too. Just from the sound. Just from the small promise of manhood that echoed within that house.

The sweet, deep voice of the Statue when he'd first spoken to Tamrin rang out in his head, and he closed his eyes to savor the lovely memory.

There was a window right around the corner, a small little peephole he could spy through, just to get another look. A closer look. Too help prepare him for actual face-to-face interaction.

Ever so gingerly, Tamrin slithered up the wall, contorting his body to bend over to that small window. After a deep, calming breath, he managed to gather enough courage to swivel his head to the swirled imperfect glass and peek inside.

Oh lord...There he was.

Right there.

Standing in the middle of the room, eating a small chunk of bread and looking tired.

The Statue wasn't much older than him, maybe 5 or 6 years. More man than boy, but still a youth. There was color on his cheeks from being in the sun, and grass stains on his tunic and leggings. His brown hair was rich in tone with golden sun-kissed streaks. On his hip was tied a small satchel, looking like it held something heavy.

At the sight of him, Tamrin was struck mute, and it was almost too much for him to remain standing there, when every cowardly bone in his body was screaming at him to flee. But, he stayed.

There was another yawn, and his Statue stretched his now empty hands up to the ceiling, twisting his back and most likely cracking his bones.

Defined hip bones peeked out from beneath that raised hem of tunic cloth, and Tamrin sucked in a breath, ducking back to the ground as his face grew hot.

Why was he so affected by such a simple thing?

He'd seen other men before. In various stages of undress. As a young boy, when he'd started his sword training, his tutors often sparred shirtless, to keep away the heat, since they didn't have the cool interior of the castle to retreat to, like him.

But...Again, there was one integral difference here.

None of those men wanted to...

And in return, he certainly hadn't wanted to...

A nervous snicker escaped him, and he slapped his hands over his mouth, stifling it.

But, the damage was done

There were footsteps inside, coming close to right where he was hidden, and he could almost feel that his statue was looking outside the window, for the source of his accidental sound.

For long seconds, his lungs refused to work, and he began to shake from lack of air, a pain blossoming in his chest.

But, then those footsteps retreated, growing fainter, and air rushed back into him in a rush.

Lord, this was ridiculous! Here he was hiding away, for no other reason than his fear of...Of what, he couldn't really say.

Somehow, with the shame of his own behavior leading him, he was able to stand, brush the dirt off his leggings, and approach the door, raising his hand to knock softly against that heavy wood.

Almost instantly, it opened, and there was his Statue, standing right there, looking at him and breaking out into a wide smile. “Tamrin...” He murmured, leaning against the doorframe and leaning forward almost too close. “I was beginning to wonder if you'd ever come.”

Something about those words and the way they were said made Tamrin blush, a hot jolt all the way to his toes, and he gulped, looking down to the ground.

“Uh...I-Uh, I'm...I'm sorry, about uhh...that I never...I just...Uhh...” He didn't know what to say. What do you say to someone like this? To your only friend, a person made of stone, when they've become a person of flesh and blood? Where did he even start? He had to apologize for taking so long, but his tongue was thick and viscous in his mouth.

The other boy beat him to it. “Would you like to come in?” He asked, shifting back to make room and gesturing inside the hutch, still smiling.

His mind in overdrive, Tamrin swallowed heavily again, and entered, carefully treading past the Statue and trying not to touch him. If he touched him...That might make it too real.

Inside it was simple, with a small table, one chair, and a single bed. Every hutch was furnished like this, since most of the workers were single men and women. Though, the women's houses were on the other side of the stables. Tamrin had been in countless of these hutches, meeting all the people who ran the castle and allowing them all to meet him, as his father requested. It was something required of him, since he would one day be these people's master. So why, after spending so much time in these buildings, and knowing exactly what was in them, did the sight of a bed suddenly make his heart race like he'd been running, and make his breath short?

Because now he knew what could be done in a bed, or more specifically, what the the other boy wanted to do to him in a bed.

A hand suddenly landed on his shoulder, making Tamrin shriek and spin around, eyes wide and arms up defensively.

He was met with a look of surprise from the other, and a little bit of amusement.

“Are you alright?” The Statue asked, stepping back to lean against the far wall, his broad back pressed to the plain wood. “I was just going to ask if you came here to talk.”

“...T-Talk?” Tamrin asked, cursing how he stuttered.

The brunette smiled. “Yeah, talk. Like you usually do when you come to me. Just because I'm not made of stone anymore, doesn't mean I can't listen. In fact,” He smirked, flashing his teeth. “-you may even find I'm better at it now because I'm not stone.”

Talk? He wanted to talk? He wasn't going to go up to Tamrin and throw him down and do all those naughty things he'd said he would?

Tamrin...was a little disappointed. Though, the fact that his virginity was currently safe calmed him a little bit, and with that calm came the return of that feeling again. That feeling of closeness with his statue, of being able to be himself and not worry about the consequences.

With a small furtive glance, he studied the other boy. As he looked, the other seemed to notice, and smiled back at him, taking an easy open pose against the wall, not hiding himself, nonchalant.

Was he the same? To Tamrin, would he mean the same thing?

“Why don't you have a seat, and relax?” The brunette offered, gesturing to the chair near the table.

Without turning his back on the other, Tamrin edged towards that chair, pulling it out and turning it so he could sit and still face his Statue. Situating himself on it, making sure he could bolt if need be, he found himself at a loss for words. Which didn't seem to bother the older boy at all.

“What's you name?” Tamrin blurted out, surprising himself.

The other boy sighed pleasantly and bowed his head, smirking. “Elliot. But you,” He glanced up, meeting Tamrin's eyes, a twinkle in his own. “You can call me Lio.”

“Lio?” Such a small innocent-sounding name for such a formidable person. Formidable to Tamrin, at least. He rolled the name around his mouth, trying the way it felt to speak it. “Lio...”

“Say my name all you want. I like hearing it.”

I'd have you wrapped around me, screaming my name as I took you, hard and deep.

A little noise fell from Tamrin's lips, shocked as Elliot's words made that graphic line from the Statue's...Lio's letter flash through his mind. It left him hot, throbbing faintly in his nether regions.

“You okay?” Elliot asked from the wall, a little crease between his brow. “Your cheeks just got all red.”

Vivid pictures, supplied by Tamrin's eager imagination, flashed through his mind, bringing all sorts of emotions to the surface, the first of which was excitement. Little tickles of heat began to build in his groin, flowing up to his stomach and curling into a tight coil.

Unable to answer with such thoughts taking his brain hostage, Tamrin only shook his head, blushing harder.

“You sure you're alright? Want me to feel your forehead?” The other boy shifted as if to push off the wall to come near him, but Tamrin squeaked.

“N-No!” Realizing the intensity of his voice, and how inappropriate it was given the harmless question, he gulped and lowered his head. “I m-mean...No, t-thank you. I'm...f-fine.” He cursed his inability to stop stuttering, his tongue too thick to work properly.

“What, are you afraid of me?”

Unable to answer, Tamrin just looked away, his head low and his eyes only half-open and sending shy glances to the other boy.

Back against the wall, Elliot watched him silently, that quirk to his lips making his face kind. It was the same expression he'd had as a statue. And it made him happy inside.

The silence stretched between them, though only Tamrin seemed to notice it. From his place on the other side of the room, Elliot was calm, giving him an unwavering stare.

Fighting to break the unbearable quiet, and keep his nerves from getting any shakier. “Uh...H-How d-d-did you...Uh, g-get a j-job?” Tamrin stammered, blushing as his stutter grew even worse. “And t-this house?”

Elliot regarded him for a moment, then shrugged. “The Head Gardener has been looking for help, so I became his apprentice.”

Tamrin blinked, looking up at the other. “How did you know he was looking for help?” His curiosity overruled his nervousness, and the stutter, for the moment, was gone. “You had a hutch the next...Uh,” But that stare pierced through him once again, causing his head to hang demurely once more. “-the n-next d-day.”

“I could always hear him complaining as he trimmed the maze. Yammering on about no one helping him, and how he's 'getting too old to do this kind of work on his own'. So, after I brought you up to your room,” Elliot looked away for a moment, the smile fading somewhat into something more melancholy. “I came back down and asked him for a job. I admit I didn't think you'd take so long to come and see me, but...” The smile returned, lighting of Elliot's face brilliantly. “Now you're here, so that doesn't matter.”

Tamrin felt his skin break out in goosebumps. The other boy's voice was so...happy. Just...happy, to have him there. But, his mind wouldn't let him focus on that lovely thought, because there was something else intruding on his thoughts. “Wait...You...You h-heard the g-gardener? But...that m-means...”

Elliot got his drift before he even finished, making a soft sound and smiling wider. “Yeah, I could hear you too. When you came to me, I could hear everything you said. I wasn't lying when I said I could still listen to you. Because I did before, and I still will now. Does it bother you that I was actually listening?”

Tamrin couldn't answer. He really couldn't. He didn't even know anymore. If his statue, Lio, actually had heard all of his nighttime ramblings, then that meant he knew him. It meant there was actually a connection between them. For every time he felt like he'd had someone there for him, he'd been right.

“I don't know if you realize,” Elliot began, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “But I wasn't always a statue. Before I got cursed, I was a regular guy. A guard for the castle you live in now. For King Opiora.”

Tamrin gasped, whipping is head up in shock. “Opiora?! No way!! He's one of my ancestors! But...He's been dead over 100 years!”

“Yeah,” Elliot murmured, very calm, fixing Tamrin with that sharp stare again. “I was alone for a long time before you came to me.” His eyes turned soft, unbearably tender. “You were the highlight of my life. I looked forward to each night you'd come visit. Every moment you were there, I cherished.”

Too intense. Way too intense, sending Tamrin into faint shivers, and he changed the subject quickly. “How d-did it happen?”

“What?” The brunette queried, tilting his head. “How did what happen?”

“You...b-being a s-statue...How? What was the c-curse?”

Elliot chuckled darkly, shaking his head. “The usual nonsense. Some horrid shrew of a woman wanted me to fall in love with her, and when I didn't, she turned me into stone. Said my body needed to match my heart. Or something like that. Load of bullshit, is what it was. She didn't even let me explain that I don't like women anyway.”

Don't like women. Tamrin's brain fumbled over those words, not realizing their true meaning right away.

“You know, it's actually quite funny.” Elliot brought Tamrin back to attention as he chuckled, shaking his head and smirking. “She said the 'essence of love' could bring me back, but I didn't know she'd meant the essence of love shot all over my lap.”

Tamrin almost fell out of his chair, mouth open in a silent scream as his face turned bright red. Only his finger's death grip on the seat kept him upright.

But Elliot only laughed harder, slanting a sly glance to Tamrin. “You shouldn't blush like that, Tamrin. It makes it harder to hold myself back.”

There.

That was the kind of behavior Tamrin had expected when he came here. But, even though he'd been expecting it this whole time, it still uprooted his insides, sending him into a fit of harsh shivers and soft, helpless whimpers that he tried to keep from escaping but they came out anyway.

“Are you...okay?” Elliot asked softly, concern lacing his words.

But Tamrin only shook harder, bringing up a hand to cover his mouth in a futile attempt to stop his fearful noises.

“Hey, Tamrin,” The other boy pushed himself off the wall suddenly, crossing the too small space between them and coming to stop in front of him, looming, though his eyes were compassionate. “Are you afraid of me? Is that why you're acting like this?” He came to rest in front of Tamrin, caging him in by bracing both arms on either side of him, hands on the table behind him.

Tamrin swallowed audibly, overwhelmed by the heat and musk pouring off the other male, and unable to move, trapped. He couldn't even answer. Maybe he was afraid. Maybe he was very afraid. No one had ever looked at him like that. No one had ever spoken to him like that. Yes, he was young, but he knew what would happen if he let it.

“Don't be,” Came the soft whispered plea from the older boy. “Don't be afraid of me, please.”

His tone prompted Tamrin to look up at him, surprised. Elliot's head was hanging forward, his eyes closed and an distressed tilt to his lips. From such close range, Tamrin was fascinated to see the small trace of blondish stubble on the other's chin. His statue had certainly never had facial hair before.

But...This wasn't his statue anymore.

It was...a person.

He kept trying to tell himself that again and again, but...it was really only just starting to set in now.

His hand rose of its own accord, lifting up and fitting along that stubbled jaw, palm flattening along the curved edge and his fingers following suit. The short hairs tickled at his finger pads, giving him new shivers, but he brought his other hand up as well.

Elliot tilted his head up minutely, their gazes meeting at the touch.

Tamrin pushed his fear away for the moment, warmed by the vulnerability in the other's eyes. “I'm not afraid of you...I just...” He couldn't say it. No words would convey what he needed to express, so instead, in a bold move that shocked him even as he found himself doing it, he tightened his grip on the other's face, lifting his neck and chastely pressing his lips against the other's, lingering for a breathless moment, then pulling away a fraction of an inch. Unsure.

“Lio...” He whispered, something akin to adoration making it hard for him to speak.

Elliot's face was priceless, eyes wide and surprised, but then those lids lowering with something feral flashing through. Tamrin was yanked up out of the chair, his legs accidentally sending it flying sideways, as Elliot wrapped his arms around Tamrin's back, squeezing him close and kissing back, though much more passionate in return. A demanding tongue forced past Tamrin's lips, sweeping into his mouth and roving over his teeth and the roof of his mouth, tickling his palate. When the initial shock of the intrusion set in, Tamrin had enough thought left to process that he should return the favor, and his tongue made soft, shy advances back, sending them both into a fit of heavy breaths and arching bodies. Tamrin couldn't keep the high moan from welling up into his mouth, sending it into the other boy's throat.

Elliot broke away from him at the sound, threading fingers up into the thick hair at the base of Tamrin's neck, yanking his head back and exposing his neck. He bit his way down, licking over each soft nip, then traveling over to the shell of Tamrin's ear, panting. “I wrote you that letter,” Elliot whispered, his voice a rough rasp as it brushed across Tamrin's skin. “Remembering the way you clung to me that night in the hedge maze, the way you cried out in my ear as you arched up against me.” Hands slid down Tamrin's back, then up again, teasing, eliciting goosebumps all over his virgin body. “You drove me mad with your soft, fleeting kisses, your skinny hips thrusting up into mine. I wanted to be human again so bad, and if I had been able to, I would have come back and taken you right there, down on the grass and dirt, with nothing but spit to ease the way as I fucked you.” Nipping once at a particularly sensitive space on Tamrin's neck, Elliot began to pant harder. “And you would have liked it, you would have begged for more. By the time the sun came up, we'd have both been sore and raw, with my back covered in scratch marks, and your tight balls completely emptied all over your cute little stomach.”

Tamrin moaned, breath not coming quite fast enough to keep him steady. The words just spoken seemed to twine around him, making his skin aflame and his body strive to be closer, lips questing forward again.

Elliot denied his kiss, though, instead posing a question. “Do you think you can be quiet?”

Light-headed from the kisses, Tamrin didn't quite understand. “W-What do you mean?”

In answer, Elliot groped down his back, cupping his buttocks and squeezing promisingly.

“Ah!” Tamrin yelped, hips shying away from those bold palms and inadvertently pressing his groin against the older boy's. Meeting his own burgeoning erection was an equally hard bulge, though feeling very large to Tamrin's skinny self.

“I guess that answers that.” Elliot chuckled, voice even huskier than before. “Take me up to your bedroom.”

Tamrin gasped, torso wheeling away as he feebly shoved at the other's chest. “What?!”

“Take me up to your bedroom, or I'll take you right here, and all the groundskeepers will hear you.”

Gulping, Tamrin shivered and averted his flushed face. “N-No...Someone might s-see...”

“Either risk that or ensure that you'll be the talk of the stables tomorrow morning.” Elliot challenged, still languidly petting Tamrin's backside.

If Tamrin took them up into the castle, chances were quite high that they'd be seen, by either one of the other grounds workers, castle workers, or even perhaps Tamrin's father.

Or even worse, his teacher. If that happened, they'd be done for. Tamrin wasn't even supposed to be out of bed. Everyone thought him to be ill and slightly mad. His behavior over the last six days hadn't helped to do anything but make him look deranged.

But...If they stayed here, then Tamrin would have to try and be quiet, and Tamrin was not a quiet person. He had enough trouble stifling his cries when it was just him in his bed. But the promise of pleasure that Elliot offered was too tempting for him to resist, and he wanted to give himself over to it completely.

There was also the risk that with their coupled noises, someone might come and see what was making them. That was the last thing he wanted to happen.

Tamrin swallowed the hesitance in his throat, and nodded. “Okay. I'll take you. But,” He bit his lip, a crease appearing between his brows. “You must be quiet, and if we see someone, hide.”

Elliot smirked, leaning forward to run his tongue across the parted seam of Tamrin's lips, leaving him whimpering. “Okay. Lead the way, my prince.”

It took all his strength to remain standing as Elliot released him, his legs so weak it made his knees shake. But, he managed, easing backwards and unsure what to do next.

Elliot, still very close, reached out and took Tamrin's hand in his own larger grip, reassuringly giving him a squeeze. It was enough to give him the courage to lead the way out of the hutch, cautiously checking that there was no one around. Though, at this time of night, everyone should really be getting sleep for the upcoming morning.

Thankfully, their night journey was short and uninterrupted, with no wayward meetings along the way. At his bedroom door, Tamrin began to shake again, conflicting feelings warring in his chest. Desire and fear, both inescapable and both making themselves known violently. But, with every light touch that Elliot gave him, every brush of fingers or lips, or even just those piercing glances, desire was slowly winning out.

Which was good, because Elliot was on him as soon as his bedroom door slid shut behind them, cutting off the rest of the world. Hands roving over him, Elliot behind him and kissing at his neck, grunting softly when Tamrin helplessly arched his hips back.

“Get your clothes off for me.” Elliot commanded in his ear, moving away and tugging off his own tunic top, pulling at the ties of his leggings as he kicked off his leather boots.

But Tamrin's finger's wouldn't work, and the ties of his own leggings proved too difficult for him, tangling helplessly around his digits and drawing out a frustrated whine.

“Here.” Elliot was suddenly in front of him, nearly nude now in just his loose undergarments hanging low on his hips, and pulling Tamrin's fingers out of the way. “Let me do it.”

Tamrin lifted his hands up, unsure what to with them, as the brunette started to strip him, shoving his undone pants down his legs and then lifting Tamrin's tunic up and over his head. Both of them were left in their underthings, Elliot breathing somewhat heavy, but body strong and steady as he stepped close and claimed Tamrin's mouth once more, forcing his head back as he licked at his tongue. Tamrin felt himself being lead backwards, and he protested for only a moment, weakly gripping at the older boy's shoulders, but then giving in when Elliot made that soft pleased grunt again. Because of him.

Then his knees met the edge of his bed, and they were falling, or more like Tamrin was being shoved down onto the mattress, sending the sheets into a flurry around them. On his back, Tamrin was suddenly reminded of what was happening. Elliot was going to do all those things he'd written about in the letter.

Please, yes.

Tamrin allowed his legs to be moved, the other boy settling between them and fitting their hips together like an instinctual puzzle that felt suddenly complete.

They kissed again, quick, desperate kisses with flashes of slick textured tongue and sharp bites to Tamrin's lower lip, pulling teasingly at it. All too soon, Elliot was shifting away, mouth seeking out other territory to map out. Down Tamrin's neck and chest, over his ribs and nipples.

That mouth was moist against his skin, leaving little wet marks all over his heated flesh, ending up and staying at one of his nipples. Kissing at it, taking one bud past soft lips and sucking gently, tongue laving over the pinkness.

“Ah...Lio...”

With Tamrin's hips rolling in a winding rhythm, and his nipples being treated so gently, he hardly took any notice of wandering fingers inching down past the hem of his undergarment, sneaking bit by bit into the nakedness underneath. He noticed, however, when Elliot suddenly dragged them down to Tamrin's knees, baring his teenage erection to openly appreciative eyes.

“H-Hey!” He yelped, vainly trying to cover his nudity with his hands.

Elliot took his distraction to peel his own undergarment off, displaying that he was in as much the same state as Tamrin was. Before his very eyes, it seemed to pulse, and Tamrin tore his eyes away from that stiff flesh, biting at his lip.

“Touch it, Tamrin.”

On his knees before him, Elliot bared himself shamelessly and reached out for one of Tamrin's hands. Surprising himself, Tamrin let his hand be taken by the older boy, letting it be led to the other's hips and his fingers be brushed over the wet tip of hard cock.

“Oh...Lord...” Tamrin gasped, eyes falling shut as he willingly twitched his fingers, making Elliot groan at his touch. It was smooth, and hot. Like silk beneath his pads, sleekly straining into his hand. If given the chance, he'd have touched more, have twined his fingers around it and felt it more.

But Elliot moved down upon him, aligning their lengths and taking them in one of his own hands, stroking them in tandem.
“Oh!” Tamrin gasped, throwing his head back at the duel sensation of heated stiff flesh pressed to his own, and that curved gentle palm gliding over them both.

“You like that?” The brunette whispered lewdly, slanting his hips to thrust into his hand against Tamrin. “You want it?”

The soft, dirty words made Tamrin's whole body blush, sending new sparks down his spine where it pooled between his legs, threatening to overflow. Even if Elliot wanted to hear him say something back, he couldn't. The ability to form anything more than silly nonsense was beyond him at the moment, and he raised a hand to bit down on his knuckle, determined to pretend he couldn't hear.

“I know you want it.” He continued, nuzzling Tamrin's cheek, still stroking them together. “You don't have to answer, but I can smell it on you.” To punctuate his remark, Elliot ran the tip of his nose along Tamrin's neck, inhaling like nothing had ever smelled sweeter. “So thick and rich, like you've already cum. It's delicious.”

“Uhhgnn...” Tamrin whimpered, biting his knuckle harder in defiance of the moan welling up in his throat. The things the other was saying...Just like the letter, but so much more extreme in person.

Abruptly, Elliot ceased touching him. “Don't move.” He whispered, bounding off the bed to where his clothes lay.

Blinking at the sudden emptiness above him, Tamrin sat up to see Elliot grabbing at that satchel that had been tied at his hip earlier. Then he was returning, a small vial in hand and placed beside them. Tamrin stared at it uncomprehendingly, but Elliot feather-light touched his chin, getting his attention back.

“Spread your legs for me.” Elliot ordered quietly with a kiss, running his palms down Tamrin's exposed hips. “Hold your knees up.”

Tamrin whimpered and slowly did as told, kicking his undergarment off the rest of the way and squeezing his eyes shut. The vulnerability was so sharp, it threatened to make him black out. With his knees held like that, to his chest, left him exposed. Every bit of him open and the shame tangible in his mouth like an odd taste. But the other boy was doing something, moving around between his open thighs, and he saw the vial retrieved once more, moved out of sight. Then a slick finger was between his cheeks, smoothing up and down the line of his anus.

“Ah!” His hips bucked of their own accord, his fingers tightening on his knees as that teasing digit swirled around his hole.

“I'm going to stretch you, get you all wet for me, so relax. Don't fight it.”

Then that finger breached him, ever so careful as it pushed inside, coating his insides with that slick liquid, warmed by Elliot's hand. It pushed deeper, eliciting a surprised grunt from Tamrin as he tried to figure out if what he was feeling was bad. It wasn't horrible. It was more...unnatural. That was an exit, not an entrance, and he felt sort of backwards having something trying to get in. But, behind the slight involuntary clenching his body was using to try and get that trespasser out, there was a faint thrill. A knowledge of someone making love to him.

Another finger joined the first, twisting inside of him, still very shallow but sending Tamrin into slight tremors at the heat from it. Elliot was nearly silent above him, his face tense with restraint and concentration, eyes focused between Tamrin's legs. The feeling of shame at being exposed was nearly gone, and Tamrin let himself relax completely back against his bed, lust clouding his thoughts.

All he wanted right now, was Elliot. Above him, around him, filling him up. Holding him. Being his, and belonging back in return.

Barely a murmur left his lips as Elliot pushed in a third finger, twisting them all around, though still so shallow, so near the outside rim of his anus. Though, as Tamrin relaxed, he could feel them pushing deeper, reaching inside of him and getting close to something that felt...itchy. No, not itchy, just...it needed to be touched.

One of those twirling digits grazed something then, something that made Tamrin choke on a moan, kicking out into the air and arching his back so far it crackled. “Nnggh!” White-hot pleasure shot through him, tickling the tips of his fingers and curling his toes, making him lift his head and stare down at the older boy. “Do that again.” He begged, gritting his teeth.

“As you wish.” Elliot husked, smirking and twisting his fingers again.

“Oh lord! Uughn!”

But, as a quick orgasm began to build in his balls, those fingers retreated, slowly pulling out and giving him one last stroke down the furrow of his ass.

Looking up again in protest, Tamrin saw Elliot move and shift further up between his legs, erection in hand and poised at his hole. Stroking his thigh in reassurance, Elliot pressed the thick tip of his cock against that tiny opening, coaxing it open slowly. It hurt, a little, more of an odd pinch than anything else, since Tamrin was clenching himself in nervous anticipation now, wanting more of that feeling.

“Relax...” Elliot murmured, bending over to kiss his stomach and nuzzle his ribs without pulling away. “It'll be easier if you play loose, okay? Just take a deep breath and make yourself limp.”

Tamrin grunted as he tried to do just that, breathing in to his lung's capacity and letting it out as slow as he could, willing his body to be inviting. It worked, somewhat, and as his last bit of breath came out, Elliot inched in, causing him to hiss in air all over again at the intrusion.

“Ugh...It's...Nhhh...” The pain was bearable, more discomfort than anything now, and he rustled his hips to find a better position or angle. That magic angle that felt so good before.

It still felt good now, Tamrin decided as Elliot pushed another few inches in, but it made him ache for something more. Something more substantial to get him close to the edge.

“Ahh...Tamrin...” Elliot groaned, sliding his soothing hand up Tamrin's body to wrap behind his neck, tilting him up to kiss at his lips. “Almost there...”

Then he was in, all the way, making Tamrin's whole lower half feel full and odd, too full and too odd.

But Elliot's cock was right there, inside, right against that pressure point, and Tamrin knew once he moved, he'd-

“Ah!” Tamrin cried, relishing the wave of heat that jolted through him when the older boy pulled out and quickly thrust back in. “Ahh, Lio!”

His skin rippled in delight, erupting in goosebumps as sweat began to form at his temples, and Elliot kept making little easy thrusts into him, deep but soft, stretching him out more, making it more comfortable.

For all the other's apparent bravado and confidence, Tamrin was surprised when Elliot made a soft nervous whine, asking in an unsure whisper,“Is it...good? For you?”

Tamrin couldn't answer, it was too good. Instead, he sought out the other's lips, kissing to pacify that obvious uncertainty. Elliot kissed him back, thrusting harder now, making more obvious movements, pulling out more. Each time, he brushed past that button inside, making Tamrin arch up and moan.

Elliot started whispering more quiet, naughty things into Tamrin's ear, assaulting him with pleasure from all senses. His hips picked up speed again, this time fast enough to shake Tamrin over the bed, the sheets bunching around them.

It was getting too good now. That building sharp spike of pleasure, rolling through him and ratcheting higher and higher, becoming almost unbearable now as Elliot slammed into him. Tamrin's cock leaked a constant stream of precum onto his stomach, pooling and glazing his skin. Leaning back, Elliot grabbed on of his legs and lifted it into the air, spreading Tamrin open.

“Oh Lio! Lio!” He exclaimed, hips meeting the other's as best he could, matching his pace. “Ahhn, please, Lio!”

Elliot's hips were relentless, pounding into him and creating a resounding slap of skin on skin. His breath was heavy and he grunted in time with his thrusts. One hand had a firm grip on Tamrin's leg, keeping it high and splitting Tamrin wide. The other was curling fingers around the back of Tamrin's neck, cupping his head and then Elliot was letting himself down onto Tamrin's body, bringing their faces close and kissing him deeply.

Breaking away, he looked fierce. “Say it again.”

Having no clue what Elliot meant by that, Tamrin just shook his head.

Elliot pulled him close again, kissing him and plundering the depths of his mouth with his tongue. Tamrin could barely breathe, and he whimpered, gasping when the kiss ended. Biting at his lips, Elliot spoke again.

“Say it again.”

Tamrin arched his back, wrapping his free leg around Elliot's back. “Ahh! I don't...Elliot! What!”

The brunette kissed him once more, breaking away and tilting down to his ear. He panted into it, nuzzling Tamrin's neck. “Tell me you love me again. When you come. Please.”

It was moments away anyway, that heat threatening to overwhelm. Tamrin clutched tight to the older boy's shoulders, pulling him close, and forcing the other to release his leg. Both thighs clamped tight around those narrow hips, his skin tingling from the intimate touch.

“Mmmahh!” He groaned, his lip caught between his teeth as the heat coiling in his cock grew more intense, ratcheting higher and higher, leaving him nearly breathless.

Sweat rolled down his face, his chest, onto his chest from Elliot, drenching them both in various fluids. Tamrin's cock ached, throbbing in time with his pounding heart and he squeezed his legs together in attempt to ease the pressure, but Elliot's body was keeping him from doing that. Instead he squeezed his legs around the other, pulling his groin flush against that flat stomach, rubbing himself unashamedly up into that sweat-lined skin.

All it took was one of Elliot's hands, reaching between them and lacing around his cock, thumb rubbing hard over that sensitive little spot as he palmed him up and down, and Tamrin threw his hips up, an unintelligible cry wrenched from his lips as he came all over his stomach and the other's hand. “Ah, I love you!” He gasped, barely able to fulfill the other's request as it crashed through him, harder than he'd ever felt pleasure before and bordering on pain. Panting audibly, the air helping to soothe the pleasure-ache, Tamrin let his hips fall back to the bed, his length still dripping in little spurts.

Elliot was breathing harsher now, his back arching. “Oh shit, Tamrin!” He roared, seizing Tamrin's hips fiercely and shoving himself as deep as possible inside, gritting his teeth and looking ferocious. “Shit...Shit!”

Arching up in surprise as Elliot came inside of him, Tamrin stuttered out a high-pitched yelp. “Ah, it's-!” Hot and thick, coating his insides. “Ah...Ah...Lio...” He whimpered, shifting his hips side to side from the odd feeling of the other's seed inside him.

Blood rushed through his ears, drumming louder than he thought healthy, making a beat under his skin. Fading pulses whirled through his groin, tremors growing less and less acute as his orgasm passed, though still making him twitch from the feeling.

Elliot's fingers roved over Tamrin's ass, pawing at his cheeks, kneading and squeezing. At the rough touch, Tamrin yelped, tossing his head back. It was still so sensitive, all over.

Elliot groaned, swiping his fingers up Tamrin's crack and probing at his tender entrance. “Ah yeah, I can feel it leaking out of you.”

Tamrin, still shaking from the intensity of his orgasm, gasped and tried to squirm away, stunned by Elliot's brazen words, but he held fast to him, one hand suddenly pinning his shoulder down to the mattress and the other still tickling between his legs.

“You feel that?” He rasped, sliding one digit inside and wiggling it around.

“Ah, stop!” Tamrin gasped, bucking off the bed. “Too much,” He sobbed, twitching harder. “-it's too much...”

Elliot flattened himself down onto Tamrin's chest, carefully removing his finger and smoothing his palm over Tamrin's hole, soothing.

“Sorry...” He sighed, laying kisses all along his jaw and neck. “It's just been so long. I want to enjoy all of you.”

Though he felt drained beyond what he though possible, Tamrin's spent length still perked at the loving caresses, and he grunted softly with each new touch. “Elliot...Mm...” He moaned, shivering. Aftershocks still throbbed through his body, making him go lax and cling to the brunette's shoulders helplessly. “It's so...Uhn...”

“Tamrin,” The older boy ceased his touches and shifted his hands underneath Tamrin's back, wrapping his arms tight, embracing him. “I love you.”

Tamring blushed, a sharp intake of air hissing through his teeth. Yesterday, he was alone, with a statue as his only friend. Something unable to emote back to him, something unable to talk back, unable to react to him. Someone to just exist as his earpiece.

He'd thought that was what he wanted.

But now, there was Elliot bracing himself above him, peering down seriously, with his hair falling forward as he waited for a reply. Elliot who teased and heckled him, who looked at him like he was the only person in the world. There would still be talking, and listening, and Tamrin running to the other for comfort. But Elliot knew how to touch him, how to kiss him. Tamrin wasn't entirely used to it, but still...

This was what he wanted.

“I...” It was harder to say it without passion to back it up, but Tamrin took a deep breath. “I do too. You, I mean. I-I love you too.” Elliot was still his statue, just...more animated now. Tamrin snickered at the thought.

Elliot smiled at his laughter. “What?”

“Nothing. It's...I'm glad you're...alive.”

“Thank you.” Elliot grinned, resting his weight fully on Tamrin and making him grunt. “I'm glad too. Thank you for rescuing me, Prince Charming.”

Tamrin giggled, slapping at Elliot's chest. “Stop that.”

Instead of answering, Elliot just kissed him, silencing his laughter with lips, pressing chaste at first, then deepening and sweeping his tongue in, that pink muscle fully tangling with his own.

“Mmn!” Tamrin feebly pushed at the other boy's shoulders, trying to get him off. Just because he was young didn't mean he could do it again so soon.

“Mmm,” Elliot mumbled, pulling away and licking his lips. “You taste good. I'm sleepy.”

Tamrin blinked at the abrupt change of topic. “Huh?”

“Come on,” Elliot yawned, sliding off Tamrin's body and curling up at his side. “Let's go to sleep. Unless,” He twisted Tamrin's slack form to curve up in front of him, the older boy's muscled stomach aligned with Tamrin's own knobby back. “You were going to kick me out of bed and make me go back to my hutch?”

Despite the total lack of belief in those words, Tamrin still set him straight, though they both already knew his answer. “Course not. Stay here, please.” He murmured, folding his hands over where Elliot was holding his chest.

Worn out and exhausted, both fell asleep rather quickly, their breaths evening out.

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It was far too bright to open his eyes, so Tamrin simply didn't. Instead he sighed and twisted onto his back, turning his face away from the light.

The arm draped over his chest tightened, pulling him a few inches closer to warm skin. Instead of being jolted by the company in his bed, like Tamrin would have thought, he sighed contentedly, blinking open his eyes. Elliot was sprawled beside him, laying on his stomach and arm flung over Tamrin. His face was tilted towards Tamrin, and his mouth slack with sleep. The corner of his mouth glistened with drool, and Tamrin almost giggled.

The heat of their sleep-filled bodies was luring enough to get Tamrin rolling onto his side again, displacing Elliot's arm and making the other boy grunt in unconscious protest. Now facing him, Tamrin blushed, acutely aware of the feel of Elliot's naked hip up against his bare thighs. Waking up like this, with someone else in his bed, was quite delightful.

It made him feel...

Whatever the extreme opposite of lonely was. He felt...complete. Content. Complacent. And a whole bevy of other 'C' words, to be sure.

The room was full of sun, shining into his broad window over near his desk, so he knew it was still morning, since he could see that yellow orb. It was most likely about 9 or 10 o'clock, and he wondered why no one had come to wake him. The castle was probably still wary of his behavior lately, and allowing him time alone to heal. That was fine with him, since there wasn't anything in the world that could drag him from the warm shelter his usually-empty bed was giving him.

Elliot snorted in his sleep, rolling over onto his back and grunting as the sunlight hit across his closed eyes.

“Ah, what...?” Brown orbs opened only to slam back shut. “Stupid light. Jeez, what time is it?”

“Late morning.” Tamrin whispered, unsure of Elliot's reaction to the day after.

But the older boy just turned to him and smiled, wiping at his mouth and then his eyes. “Hey there, you. You know, this bed of yours is quite comfortable. Makes my cot feel like sleeping on broken glass.” Elliot rumbled sleepily as he rolled to encase Tamrin in his arms again, nuzzling his forehead. “You should let me move into your room.”

“We can't do that.” Tamrin giggled nervously. “My father would kill you.” Though, he couldn't deny the idea was appealing.

“Hmmm, well then, what to do, what to do.” Leaning in to brush his nose around the shell of Tamrin's ear, Elliot sighed in mock reluctance.“I guess we should just escape.” He joked, poking Tamrin in the side.

Giggling, Tamrin squirmed away. “Yeah, sure. If only.”

“No, let's...Just go. Get outta here together.”

Tamrin sighed, laying back on his pillow. Lord, was that idea tempting. “Stop fooling around, it makes me nervous.”

Elliot braced himself up on one arm, looking down. “Run away with me. Seriously.” He pleaded.

“What?” Tamrin saw the sincere expression on the other's face. “You can't...Elliot, I...I can't.” Tamrin shook at the realization of what the other was actually asking.

Frightened by the prospect, he lowered his head so Elliot wouldn't see the tears in his eyes.

“Come on! It'll just be the two of us.” Elliot voice was getting intense.. “We can be together.”

Tamrin hesitated, but managed to shake his head. “Elliot...I...I can't do that.”

“Why not?!” The other exploded, grasping Tamrin under his chin and forcing him to look up. At the sight of his tears, the brunette's expression softened, but his words were no less fierce. “You hate it here. You hate all of it. I can take you away. Like you wanted that night, for me to rescue you. I can do that. Just you and me, leave all this stuff behind. You won't have to be a king, and I don't have to be a gardener. We'll find someplace, and I'll get a job. I can be a bodyguard, or a palace knight. Like I was before I was cursed. Come on, Tamrin. Don't be such a coward! Just walk away from it.”

“I...I can't!” Tamrin cried, trying to explain. “I can't just leave! There's...Even if I hate it, I'm going to be King someday, and all the people of this land will rely on me to be a fair ruler. I've...I've been getting lessons and training since I was 5 years old! As much as it makes me unhappy, I have a responsibility to these people. They...” He fought to keep the anguish out of his words. “They need me. And my father, even though he's not...He's all I have for family left, and I can't just abandon him, not after Mother died.”

Elliot's voice was rich with emotion, though more anger than anything else. “What about all those times you came to me and told me how much you wanted out of this whole thing? Were you lying?”

Tamrin shook his head, his lower lip trembling. “No...I was just...I was trying to escape. But...Not for real, just...in my head.”

With an irate sigh, Elliot turned away. “So, where does that leave us? What do we do?”

Tamrin was at a loss. “I...I don't know.”


TO BE CONTINUED

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