Par for the Course

Hours passed annoyingly slow. Willelm wasn’t in as good a shape as Eadric had first thought, the kid limping only a short time after eating. But he never complained.

Eadric was caught between wanting to like him and thinking him incredibly annoying. He didn't overly talk per say, Eadric was just no longer use to normal conversation. When he ignored Willelm's attempts at conversing, the kid took it in stride.

“Would you just sit on the damn horse already?” He didn’t mean to sound so agitated. It wasn’t like it was hurting him to walk or anything. But if Willelm was in pain he could at least say something. Ask for them to slow down, ask for a break. Or ask to ride Hex himself.

He was to polite for his own good. And it irritated Eadric to no end.

“I’m fine.” His voice was strained though, face down, concentrating on his footing.

The city around them had long ago fallen apart. Impossibly high buildings falling over, collapsing on themselves. Rubble was everywhere, small pebbles to boulders the size of horses. Bigger. Cavernous pits, to simple dips, tricky holes. Everything seemed like it was ready to throw the kid to the ground.

Stopping, stomping his foot as he halted Eadric rounded on the younger fighter. Finger in the guys face he gnashed his teeth.

“Just get. On. The horse.” His eyes narrowed, anger clearly etched in his face.

Willelm frowned but pushed his hand away, working around him he kept going. Hex keeping up with him. Which furthered annoyed the warrior.

“I said I’m fine. If I’m going to slow just leave me behind.” Willelm flipped his head, tossing his long bangs out of his eyes. He didn’t think the kid was even aware he did it.

Nearly everything about the young man got under Eadric’s skin.

His hair was so pale it blinded him in the light. The sun bouncing off it to sting his eyes. His eyes were to unusual a color to be real. A dark shade of blue he’d never witnessed before. Near to black but still blue enough to know what color they really were.

He seemed to skinny to wield his sword, not even strong enough to lift the weapon let alone parry any blow.

Hex didn’t like anyone. The beast barely liked his rider! But he followed Willelm like some kind of puppy. He’d never seen a horse act like that before, and certainly not his own.

Willelm tried to be funny, tried to be understanding. He spoke well, carried himself with confidence, yet seemed to have none. And yet more, he was stubborn.

Eadric frowned further, eyes narrowing.

He didn’t like stubborn.

“Stop.” He barked.

At the others surprised look he tried to calm down. Realizing how he must have appeared in that moment. Wild, angry for reasons Willelm couldn’t even guess.

Taking a deep breath and relaxing his shoulders, “We will just stop here. You can’t push yourself if you are hurt. You will only make things worse. Just… for the love of God, sit down.” While trying to seem to calm, Eadric found his right hand had formed a fist. As if willing to knock the other out to get his way.

“Fine.” Willelm sat heavily on a rock, confusion clear on his face.

“I’m going to hunt up a rabbit, stay here with Hex.” He shook his head, not sure if he was leaving because he needed space or because he actually needed a rabbit.

Willelm asked him something but Eadric wasn’t listening anymore. He pulled his bow down from a pack on Black Hex, pausing just long enough to string it and grab his arrows. Leaving his pole axe he left the teen to watch after everything else. Trusting, yes, but also believing in his ability to read people. Willelm could be trusted, and Eadric was willing to bet his horse and few belongings on that.

He breathed easier once out of sight of the kid. A tension easing from his body. But with his anger gone, his hurt grew. Or maybe just became more noticeable. Eadric didn’t think he ever stopped hurting.

Willelm made him think of… Her. She would probably be his age if she were still alive. Married for sure. Eadric had already been trying to find his sister a match. Someone kind, strong. Who’d love her, take care of her.

Choking for breath Eadric clutched his chest, his sharp pieces of his heart threatening to cut a hole right through him.

In the two years since her death Eadric’s pain had shifted and changed in strange ways. He no longer missed her kindness, or company. He didn’t deserve it. But everything else had intensified. Thinking about what she could or should have been doing day to day, felt like a knife in his chest. Would she be pregnant by now? Fat and happy, seeming the most beautiful mother-to-be in history. Who would he have given her away to?

Eadric imagined her life, what it should have been, how it could have gone for her.

Willelm brought everything to the surface. She would have approved of him. They had so many things in common. A quick smile, sly jokes, irritatingly stubborn.

Eadric found himself grinning. She would have liked the kid. Eadric certainly admired him. He’d walked God knows how long, bleeding, confused. Not even knowing his own name.

He didn’t trust to go home, yet he trusted an angry man living on his own like a rouge. The same man who was ready to drive a pike through his back. Eadric wasn’t sure weather to blame his foolishness on his wound, or give Willelm credit for balls.

Sighing the man leaned back against an old brick wall. Thought’s of Willelm pushing away the pain of his sister’s loss. How wide he could smile, his laughter. How his face scrunched up when he tried to remember.

Eadric recalled when he stripped the kid to clean his wound. As pale as his hair was his skin was sun kissed, glowing just enough to prove he did take his shirt off in the sun at least every now and then. Eadric hadn’t touched him, but he could imagine what his skin would feel like.

Unlike Eadric the kid didn’t have a mark on him. At least that he had see. All that smooth skin stretched over a slight, but solid body.

Eadric pressed a heavy hand against his groin, heat thrilling through his system. A kick of pleasure that sent chills up his spine.

The warrior looked over his shoulder, checking his surroundings before rocking his palm against himself further. Breath catching at the second pulse of lightening.

He didn’t feel guilt anymore when he fantasized about the men around him. What they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them. And he had to get by some way right? He use to get all the action he could handle, but isolating himself had it down falls.

He’d never been overly private about his preference in sexual partners, but he hadn’t thrown flyers around about it either. He missed the eager stable boys, squires, the handful of other warriors he’d enjoyed.

Eadric was sure Willelm would be eager to please. The kind ones usually were.

Opening his leather pants, Eadric slipped his hand within the black leggings without moving them down or taking any of his belts off. Wrapping a rough hand around his thickening base the warrior relaxed further against the wall. Depending on it more for support.

He spit in his fist, grinning at his own lewd behavior. Imagining hot depths while squeezing and pumping his cock. Head resting against the wall Eadric closed his eyes, breathing heavily.

Eadric wondered what it would feel like to bury his fingers in Willelm’s annoyingly pale hair. Squeeze to near pain. He wondered if the guy would complain. If he’d like it. Would he ask for more? Take what he wanted?

Groaning softly the warrior licked his lips, breath labored while his fist worked him almost roughly. A sharp edge that had him biting his bottom lip. Fire shooting through his system, Eadric not fighting his orgasm. Letting it roll over him, steal his breath and stop his heart. Lost in his thoughts Eadric murmured the kid’s name softly. Savoring it’s heavy pronunciation, willing the fire in his guts to last as long as possible.

Chuckling softly, winded, he shook his hand free of his own mess, setting his leggings back in order. Laying his belts flat while his heart raced.

Eadric didn’t know if he’d be finding a rabbit before the sun set, but he felt his day was accomplished anyways.

As he pushed away from the brick wall, scooping up his forgotten bow, and heading out on his way (feeling incredibly lighter and in a much improved mood). He couldn’t possibly guess the eyes watching him.      





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Thank you everyone who’s read and rated this! I hope you are all having as much fun reading it as I am writing it.



To Gslinger:

Thank you so much for the advice, I have in fact spaced everything out now, very good point about reading it easier. As for explaining how they look, there are visual character profiles posted at the top of Chapter One. Open the links in new tabs (or windows) and you’ve got faces, clothing, some nik naks, ect.  =^.^=