Single White Knight

by Brynn Paulin

  “Yes, squire, take me. Take all of me,” Wyn moaned. It was a game they played. Squire and knight, Wyn exerting his dominance over Tobias. In truth, they were squire and knight, Tobias and Sir Alwyn, yet Wyn never called him squire except during sex. Other times, he always called Tobias by his given name. It aroused Wyn to dominate and Tobias loved nothing more than to be his subservient. It was the perfect reflection of their relationship, public and intimate. It suited both their natures.

  The vision cleared and Toby lifted his gaze to look at Wyn’s face as he returned to the moment. Had it been a real memory or a vision from the past? The sight of Wyn’s enraptured face drove away all thought but this man and what they were doing right now.

  Toby stretched out two fingers and rolled them over the sensitive skin behind Wyn’s balls. Wyn moaned. “Yes…oh squire, yes…”

  Squire.

  Toby froze in shock. Wyn’s fingers tightened in Toby’s hair, and Toby resumed his movement, knowing it pleasured Wyn.

  Suddenly, Wyn jerked, his cock pushing deeper into Toby’s mouth. Toby swallowed quickly as Wyn’s cum flooded into his throat. He lazily drew his tongue over Wyn’s long length until Wyn was completely spent.

  Smiling, Toby rested back on his heels. He ran his hands over Wyn’s hard thighs marvelling once more at this man’s build. He smiled at the hose caught around Wyn’s calves where his boots stopped the garment. Oh, the hurry they’d been in…and he wanted more. He needed to feel Wyn over him, chest to chest.

  Wyn clasped Toby’s upper arms and pulled him upright and into a soul-invading kiss. He plundered Toby’s mouth, tugging at Toby’s shirt. Several buttons went plinking away as Wyn yanked. Toby hurriedly released the rest. Wyn shoved it off his shoulders and they played a tug of war with Toby’s undershirt. As soon as it was over Toby’s head, Wyn zeroed in on Toby’s nipples. He nipped them just as Toby liked. In ecstasy, Toby arched into the hot mouth, shuddering at the waves of pleasure surging to his groin.

  “Oh, yes, my knight,” he muttered. Wyn paused, looking up at him. His eyes quizzical, he straightened.

  “Tobias? You remember?”

  “I remember…something…”

  Wyn gave a nod then bent to shove his clothing off his legs. He grabbed Toby’s arm and started down the short hall from the entryway to the living room. “You have a bed somewhere within this kingly abode? By the saints, Tobias, even his highness does not have dwellings as fine as this.”

  “It’s not that much in this time.” Toby kicked off his shoes and opened his pants as they walked. He jerked his head towards the hallway that led to his bedroom. “The bed is that way.”

  Wyn paused inside the doorway. He startled when Toby flicked on the lights, but at this point, he seemed so accustomed to the future’s oddities that he wasn’t afraid nor did he feel the need to investigate. His entire focus seemed to be on Toby’s large four-poster bed with its thick burgundy and gold comforter and huge pillows.

  Toby smiled at his awe. “Does it meet your approval, my lord?”

  Crossing to the bed, he flipped back the blanket to reveal the black cotton sheets. He was about to turn back when he found himself bent over the bed with Wyn against his back. God. Perfect. Wyn kissed the back of his neck while his hand reached around to slip inside Toby’s briefs and capture his throbbing cock.

  “I have never had you in a bed,” Wyn breathed against his back as his mouth trailed his spine.

  Toby was hard-pressed not to remind Wyn that he’d never had him, but after the vision, he wasn’t so sure that was true.

  He held his breath as Wyn’s lips hit his waistband. Slowly, the material slipped downward, that hot mouth following it. Wyn pushed Toby’s pants completely off him then ran his hands up the back of Toby’s thighs. Toby trembled at the rasp of Wyn’s calluses, but it was nothing to the shock that went through him and had him on his toes, his face pressed into the mattress, when Wyn clasped his ass and parted him. Hot breath teased his flesh. Toby fisted his hands in the sheet, moaning as Wyn ran his tongue over his anus.

  “Oh God,” he cried, losing him in the heat of the licks. His heart raced. His muscles clenched. His toes curled into the thick carpet. His nails rasped on the sheets—his whole body seemed to writhe without moving. There was no slipping from Wyn’s iron grip and intent tongue, there was no escape from the excruciating pleasure of the intimacy.

  Wyn’s tongue thrust against his tight opening, and Toby’s vision shifted again. He was in that same cavern, the pouring rain thundering in his ears almost as loud as his heartbeat. Wyn had him pressed to the cavern wall as he laved his nether opening. The scrape of the rough wall against his front strangely added to his arousal. This was one of their favourite spots… Wyn had tied Tobias’ wrists above his head, hooking the rope over an outcropping.

  Wyn stood and Toby hurtled back to his awareness of the moment in the twenty-first century. His wrists itched for the binding again—he could almost feel the chafing of the rope around them.

  Behind him, Wyn spit into his hand, and Toby scrambled up onto the bed. “No, wait!”

  “Wait?” Wyn echoed his voice, hard with disbelief.

  “No, I don’t want you to stop. It’s just that we do things…” He lifted a hand. “Just wait…” Crawling over to the table on the far side of the bed, his cock swinging like a pendulum, he found a condom and his bottle of lube. He turned back to Wyn who’d crawled onto the mattress. “We need these,” Toby told him.

  He ripped open the foil wrapper and beckoned Wyn towards him.

  Toby showed him the rolled latex. “Protection,” he said.

  Wyn raised a brow in disbelief then both eyes went wide as Toby rolled the rubber over Wyn’s rigid cock.

  Toby shook the bottle of lube then reached for Wyn’s hand. He placed a dab on Wyn’s finger. Immediately, Wyn rubbed his fingers together. His lips turned up into a wicked grin, and he reached for the bottle.

  “On your back, squire.”

  Chapter Three

  Wyn didn’t miss the excitement that flared through Tobias’ eyes at his order. Whether he remembered who he was or not, his body recalled what it liked and it liked being under Wyn’s command.

  He squirted a generous amount of the wondrous lubricant onto his hand and rubbed it over his cock, marvelling at the smooth texture and the easy glide of his movement. It would feel like heaven inside Toby. He added more to his fingers then moved to Toby and worked them over his puckered opening. Wyn loved the feel of the slippery substance against Toby’s heated flesh. He added a bit more of the lubricant then increased the pressure of his fingers. Bit by bit, he eased Toby into readiness until he was fairly screaming for penetration. Toby sighed with relief when Wyn pushed in one finger. He worked it in and out of his lover like a thin cock, but a cock that was nothing in comparison to his own. Toby would have to take a few more fingers before he reached that level.

  Wyn had to fight with himself not to go too fast. Everything in his being screamed that it had been too long, urged him to take Toby now and take him hard, by Wyn refused to let this reunion go that route. Toby didn’t recall him, but Wyn would do all he could to show his lover how much he cared for him. Hard and fast would come later, for they loved that too.

  Toby was writhing by the time Wyn inserted a second then a third finger. He worked them in and out, curving his middle digit to rub against that spot that had Toby fisting his hands in the pillows. Wyn leant forward and wrapped his hand around Toby’s erection.

  “What have we here? A great, firm staff?” He squeezed the throbbing column and dragged his tongue over the head to gather the salty nectar there while he continued to plumb Toby’s clutching depths. “Focus on the pleasure, but do not find release, my fine squire. Not yet…”

  “It’s too much. I’m gonna—” Wyn released Toby’s cock and pressed his thumb behind his balls in the place that would help Toby stop his ejaculation and find control. “Wait,” he said firmly. “Wait until we are one.”


  “Yes.” Toby nodded and swallowed, his knuckles now white on the pillows. “Please, Wyn, hurry. I need you in me.”

  “I need you as much,” Wyn groaned. He pushed Toby’s legs apart, fitted his cock’s

  head to Toby’s puckered flesh then slowly pushed forward. The pressure drew agonised

  moans from both men.

  “More,” Toby begged. His hips canted into Wyn’s thrust, taking more than Wyn had

  intended. The squeeze of Toby’s walls ignited his barely held control. He clasped Toby’s hips

  and drove forward, setting a pace that would quickly drive them over the edge. Beneath him, Toby quivered. His hands went to his nipples, pinching as he pushed onto

  Wyn’s cock, trying to take him all. Over and over, Wyn slammed into him, his cock making

  long, smooth strokes, his pelvis smacking into Toby’s firm ass. He grasped Toby’s cock,

  pumping it to the same rhythm. His orgasm welled inside him, edging towards the final

  explosion, and he wanted Toby with him. He slowed his thrusts, but continued jacking his

  lover to release. Toby jolted suddenly beneath him, his ass squeezing Wyn as he flew over

  the edge. His cum splashed onto his chest, and Wyn leant forward to lap at it as he renewed

  his vigorous drives. The tight passage squeezed his release from him and he emptied into the

  ‘protection’ as peace flooded him—he and his love were one once more.

  * * * *

  Toby smiled into the darkness as Wyn curled into his side, snoring softly and warming him like a large space heater. His stomach growled and his grin widened. So much for living on love. And there had been a lot of that in the last hours. It was almost midnight and they’d been in this bed since they’d gotten here. Wyn couldn’t get enough of Toby’s body and Toby…Toby couldn’t get enough of Wyn getting his body. The feel of Wyn against him, in him, was the most intense and pleasurable sensation he’d ever experienced. Intuitively, he knew it wasn’t the sex. It was great, but…maybe it was the visions. They told a story that had been hidden to him. Maybe it was a past life. Maybe, as outlandish as it seemed, he’d had a life with Wyn before he’d stumbled onto his adoptive family’s land. If so, why couldn’t he remember?

  That troubled him, and he suspected it had to do with the guilty feeling he’d had back in his office, the feeling that Wyn would hate him if he knew the truth. But knew the truth about what?

  His stomach growled again, and Toby decided he’d better get out of bed and make something to eat before he woke Wyn with the storms going on in his belly and in his head. Wyn grumbled as Toby slipped free then turned onto his belly, snuggling his face into the pillows. He’d commented earlier that he’d never reclined on a surface so soft, and Toby had to wonder if that was why warriors of the past had woken so easily. They were never completely comfortable and therefore never very sound asleep. Not so with Wyn now. Toby suspected a herd of elephants could run through the bedroom and Wyn would sleep on. Of course, Toby thought smugly, he had been worn out.

  He scooped up his pants, slipped out of the bedroom then headed for the kitchen before he was completely distracted by the long line of Wyn’s back highlighted by the moon peeking through the windows above the bed. Toby loved his corner apartment with windows on two sides of his bedroom, and he couldn’t wait to see Wyn bathed in the morning sunlight.

  Later…he couldn’t dwell on it now, or he’d be right back in there, waking up Wyn. He flipped on the kitchen light and opened the fridge, wondering what the heck he’d make his knight. He seemed to be low on medieval fixings as stared inside while he slipped on his pants, zipping them, but leaving the button open.

  It was too late for steaks, frozen dinners wouldn’t cut it, an omelette was too cliché, but Wyn probably wouldn’t guess that. In the end, Toby decided on burgers, fries and steamed broccoli à la microwave. He’d never particularly liked cooking, but making food for Wyn just seemed…right and gave him a warm feeling of home. Weird.

  He pulled a beer from the fridge and took a few swigs to remind himself he was a guy and not Suzy Homemaker. It was fine for a man to like cooking, but the whole home and hearth thing just wasn’t him—at least, it had never been before.

  “Tobias!” Wyn’s distressed bellow came from the bedroom, just as Toby was placing the fries in the oven. He sprinted down the hallway and met Wyn, face to neck, as Wyn stormed from the bedroom. His arms crushed Toby to him, holding him as if he’d never let him go, as if he was terrified of losing him. Toby swallowed back tears at Wyn’s pain and the niggling feeling that he’d caused the fear that lived inside this powerful warrior.

  “It’s okay,” he murmured. “I was just cooking us something to eat. Are you hungry?”

  “Don’t ever leave me…”

  “I won’t,” Toby promised, not questioning his oath after such a short time. “You have to trust me, I won’t. Even if we have to be parted while I work, I’ll always come back.”

  Why should he trust you? You left before.

  Ignoring his inner voice, he laced his fingers through Wyn’s and pulled him towards the living area. “Why don’t you sit down while I cook? Do you want a beer?”

  Wyn nodded, looking a little embarrassed by his outburst. Toby leant down and kissed him, tracing his lips with his tongue until he let him inside. Leisurely, he showed Wyn how much he adored him until he knew he had to stop or they’d fuck right there on the dining room chair.

  “I’ll get that beer,” he mumbled. He stroked his fingers lightly over Wyn’s cock. “Tomorrow, we need to get you some clothes. You can’t run around in a tunic and hose— especially when it’s not Ren faire season.”

  He backed out of Wyn’s arms and dashed for the kitchen, contemplating exactly how he’d manage to get Wyn clothes. He supposed he’d have to go get them himself in the morning and hope they fit based on his guesses. He wrinkled his nose at the thought of the mall. He’d go to the local department store and get some mid-range clothes and pick up some well-loved jeans from Goodwill. Later, when they knew what Wyn liked, they could go higher end.

  It didn’t take long before he had food on the table and they each had their second beer. Toby explained the intimacy of condiments while Wyn eyed the strange food, plates and cutlery in front of him. It all must seem so different from the fourteenth century.

  “Trust me, it’s food,” Toby laughed. He pierced a piece of broccoli and ate it while Wyn pushed at his with his fork.

  He looked up at Toby. “It’s green.”

  “It’s a vegetable, Wyn. Eat it.”

  Wyn reluctantly speared the broccoli and put it in his mouth. He chewed, making a face. “Vile,” he said after he’d swallowed and took a few gulps of beer.

  “You’ll get used to it. It’s good for you.”

  Wyn growled, making it clear he wouldn’t go easily down the vegetable path.

  Memo to me: Medieval warrior equals Neanderthal. Toby happily ate his vegetables, smiling at Wyn’s look. Wyn seemed to enjoy the burger, though he picked off the lettuce, apparently recognising it as plant, not animal. And he liked the fries…and the ketchup.

  He had the culinary palate of an eight year old.

  Toby shook his head, watching Wyn push the broccoli far away from the other food, then leant forward on his elbows. “You know…all the warriors eat this nowadays. I’m going to eat all mine then maybe, I can be the knight…”

  Wyn scowled. Toby went back to his food ignoring the fact that all Wyn’s vegetables disappeared. There was no question as to who would retain the power in the relationship. Wyn wins.

  Toby smiled to himself as he got up and took his dish to the sink. Wyn followed him, mimicking Toby’s actions as he rinsed his dishes and placed them in the dishwasher, but he was only half paying attention to that, his eyes focused on the water spigot. He tapped the faucet. “Show me.”

  Toby turned the knobs. “This one is hot, and this one is cold.”


  “Magic…” Wyn turned the water on and off, then on and off, then on and off. Toby pulled his hands away.

  “No, not magic.” He shook his head. “It’s not magical at all. Someday, I’ll explain it all to you but not tonight. It’s after midnight.”

  “Mmm, yes…” Wyn turned into him and nipped his neck, his hand going to Toby’s hip. “Bed.”

  “After all the sex earlier, I think a shower then bed,” Toby said, tilting his head to give Wyn better access. Wyn probably didn’t understand, but he didn’t comment. He nipped at the skin behind Toby’s ear.

  “Show me,” Wyn told him.

  Reluctantly breaking away, Toby headed for the large bathroom adjoining his bedroom. Inside, he explained the toilet, almost laughing at Wyn’s relief to see it. He started the shower while Wyn discovered the joy of indoor plumbing. Wyn investigated the room while Toby got out towels. He turned the sink faucets on and off then nodded, seeming pleased that he’d worked out the mechanism. Toby was glad the price of his water was lumped in with his condo payment or he’d be in for a mint. He stripped off his pants and stepped into the shower enclosure.

  “Coming?” he asked, drawing Wyn’s attention.

  Wyn’s lids went half mast, the irises darkening with desire, as he homed in on Toby beneath the shower’s spray. Toby ran his hands over his slick belly and tilted his head into the spray. He knew he was acting the tease, but being with Wyn was such a relief to his spirit that he couldn’t help but play. He groaned with pleasure as Wyn’s hard, hair-roughened body pressed to his. Distractedly, he reached beyond his lover and clanged shut the glass door.

  By now, Wyn seemed somewhat accustomed to the concept of water inside a dwelling though Toby didn’t fool himself into thinking there wouldn’t be a lot of investigation to come. Wyn now seemed more intent on investigating Toby, and Toby had no complaints there. As Wyn’s fingers skated along Toby’s back and thighs Toby did his own investigation. He soaped his hands then played them over the hard muscles of Wyn’s back…such a warrior. He’d have to make sure they went to the Y regularly so that Wyn could continue to train, though that training would indeed be different. He’d heard of a local sword fighting group. Perhaps he could look into them. Or perhaps Wyn would just drag him out to the park and expect him to spar.