Maybe Kendrick was into men. Aleck knew from his own experience, it was hard to keep such an interest hidden when surrounded all day by handsome men—but it wasn’t impossible to do so. Aleck had managed to hide it quite successfully throughout his entire life.
Well, until today, at least.
The hearty meal Aleck had eaten earlier felt heavy in his stomach, as he was seized by the reality that his secret was out. For all Aleck knew, Kendrick could be plotting how he would tell the others. Perhaps Kendrick hadn’t told them yet, because they all needed Aleck’s superior hunting skills more than ever now.
Aleck inhaled deeply, trying to calm his unsettled nerves. It wouldn’t do him any good to worry on such things. There was nothing he could do to make the situation any worse or better. He was simply at Kendrick’s mercy. Aleck’s main focus right now needed to be on sleeping, so he would have enough energy to secure food for his clan, not on what Kendrick might or might not say or do. And it certainly should not be on any part of Kendrick’s anatomy.
Aleck closed his eyes again and pushed his worries and desires from his mind. He’d spent much of the day on his feet, so his body was tired, even if his mind wasn’t. Fortunately, within a few minutes, Aleck’s body won the battle and he was fast asleep.
Despite Aleck’s attempt to push Kendrick from his thoughts, he still dreamt of him. In the dream, Kendrick’s warm, moist mouth engulfed Aleck’s hard, long cock. His saliva slicked Aleck’s rod thoroughly, making it easy for Kendrick to glide his lips up and down, from base to tip, and back again.
Aleck pushed his hips upward, forcing his prick even further down Kendrick’s narrow throat. Kendrick didn’t complain. He just swallowed hard, massaging the length of Aleck’s cock.
Aleck clenched the blanket beneath him in tight fists. Each of his muscles followed suit, tensing from the pleasure that was surging from his groin. This had to be the best dream yet.
Aleck moaned loudly, and then cursed as it dawned on him that he was waking up. He reached down to grasp his cock, to stroke it, and keep the sweet sensation going. Instead of his cock though, his hand grasped onto a head. A man’s head. One with long wavy locks. Like Kendrick’s.
A strong suction took hold of Aleck’s prick, pulling it long and taut, and any concern that Aleck had was forgotten. He pushed his other hand into the hair of the man at his waist. He let his fingers coast down along the man’s hollowed cheeks, as Kendrick descended back to the base of Aleck’s manhood again. The strong suction came again, and another involuntary loud groan rumbled from Aleck’s chest.
Aleck felt the pressure lift from his cock. Cool air rushed around his wet flesh, causing him to shiver.
“Shhhh,” the man at his legs whispered.
Aleck opened his eyes and saw Kendrick staring back at him. There was no mistaking the want, the need, in Kendrick’s gaze.
Aleck grunted and pulled Kendrick’s face up to his own, aligning their hardened cocks perfectly. Aleck wrapped his legs around Kendrick in a vice grip, crushing Kendrick’s straining body against his. Kendrick blanketed his lips over Aleck’s. Their tongues urgently explored the grooves and caves of each other’s mouths.
Aleck thrust his hips, sliding his cock along the full length of Kendrick’s. The men moaned in unison, their mouths fortunately absorbing the noise.
Aleck pushed his hips upward again, and Kendrick’s restraint seemed to dissolve. Kendrick removed his mouth from Aleck’s, and burrowed his face in the crook of Aleck’s neck. His hands clutched Aleck’s broad shoulders, and the motion of his hips increased to a frantic rhythm.
Aleck was overcome with sensation as Kendrick’s rutting drove him rapidly toward climax. He dug his fingernails into Kendrick’s back as he rode the delicious waves that rocketed through his cock.
“Feels. So. Good,” Kendrick hissed into Aleck’s ear. His exhilarating jack-rabbit motions continued. “So sorry. God, I. Can’t stop,” he grunted.
Aleck’s head rolled back. His grip tightened even more around Kendrick. “Oh, God. Please don’t stop,” he begged.
With each forward jolt, the sack at the base of Kendrick’s cock tapped Aleck’s, driving Aleck’s need for release higher, until finally, his balls drew up tight against his body, and his orgasm ripped through his cock. Aleck bit his bottom lip to keep from crying out as his juices erupted out between their bodies, but a small whimper still escaped.
Seconds later, Aleck felt Kendrick’s body stiffen above him, followed by more hot liquid splashing onto their stomachs. Kendrick’s final satisfied groan vibrated against Aleck’s neck.
Aleck lazily stroked Kendrick’s back as they regained their composure. Aleck listened to the reassuring night sounds of nature mingled with the chorus of snoring men. Life had proceeded as normal while Aleck had experienced what he was sure would prove to be the best moment of his life. He let out a content sigh, and whispered a soft “thank you” to Kendrick.
Kendrick’s body convulsed in quiet laughter on top of Aleck. He rolled to Aleck’s side, but left his limbs draping loosely over Aleck’s body. Kendrick smiled with all the muscles in his face, and then placed a kiss on Aleck’s temple. “I’m pretty sure I should be the one thanking you. You have a strange effect on me. I’ve never lost control like that.” He looked at Aleck with affection. “I’ve dreamt of being with you ever since you developed into a man,” he admitted. Kendrick chuckled lightly again. “I’d never been so happy to see another man’s stiff cock as I was yesterday. It took all my willpower not to push you to the ground and take you right next to that deer. Had I known you preferred men, I’d have approached you much sooner.”
The admission was more than Aleck could ever hope for. He rolled to face Kendrick and tangled his limbs with Kendrick’s. “I don’t prefer all men,” Aleck said in a serious tone. “Just you.”
Kendrick groaned his approval, and pressed his lips to Aleck’s. Against his inner thigh, Aleck felt Kendrick’s cock growing rigid again.
Kendrick reluctantly pulled back. “I wish I could stay the night with you, but daylight is about to break, and while I know many of the guys would think nothing of finding us together, I’m sure a few of them would.”
What? Aleck’s brows pulled together. “What do you mean?” Aleck asked, “Do some of the other men share our same preference?”
Kendrick smiled at what Aleck figured was his innocence. “Yes,” Kendrick confirmed. “Torran and Skene are a couple. Skene actually prefers men and women.” Kendrick smirked. “Sometimes at the same time, so I’ve heard. Thought I’m not sure who the lady is.”
Aleck was astonished. How had he never noticed that at least three men of his own clan were interested in, and actively engaged in, sex with other men?
Aleck felt all the fear and guilt from having to hide his preference for so many years lift off his chest. He no longer felt alone.
Kendrick planted a kiss on Aleck’s forehead, before sitting up and pulling himself back together. “I’ll see you in a short while,” he said with a smile on his lips. Then he slipped into the dark night and back to his shelter.
Aleck was too amped up to go back to sleep. The promise of an exciting future and the thought of being able to have an actual emotional and sexual relationship with another man, not just any man, but Kendrick, set his heart racing with excitement.
***
Once Aleck heard others beginning to stir, he got up and began to prepare for the day. The prospect of seeing Kendrick’s devastatingly charming smile again brightened his mood even more, which Aleck had doubted was even possible, given his extreme state of bliss at the moment.
As the sun climbed over the horizon, the men broke down their shelters and extinguished the fire, removing all traces that they had been there.
The hunt leader explained the plan for the day, and they all set out. As one unit, the men traveled down the mountain, toward warmer temperatures. The hope was that more wildlife would reside in the warmer section, and the less steep terrain at t
he lower altitude would make it easier to spot, kill, and collect their prey.
The men split up, though Aleck noticed that Kendrick stayed near him. Once the other men had scattered far from each other, Kendrick pulled on Aleck’s arm, whipped him around, and sandwiched him against a tall tree. He bent his head and settled his lips on Aleck’s. The kiss began delicately, with light brushing of Kendrick’s lips, then gradually became more insistent. Aleck wrapped his arms around Kendrick’s neck and gave himself over to the sweet feeling of being possessed and surrounded by Kendrick’s large warm body, until Kendrick began to pull away.
Kendrick raised his head, and flashed his trademark smile. “I’ve been thinking about doing that since I left your shelter this morning.”
“Me too,” Aleck confessed.
Kendrick stepped away from Aleck, and scanned the area around them, looking for a well-concealed area to wait for wildlife.
“Let’s hope today’s haul is great,” Kendrick said. “The sooner we get what we need, the sooner we can get back home.” He turned his attention back to Aleck. “And steal away for more private moments,” he flirted.
“You’re insatiable,” Aleck joked.
Kendrick smirked. “You have no idea.”
A wild shiver shot down Aleck’s spine, as he thought of all the things he and Kendrick could do. For now though, they needed to focus on getting food.
“There’s a nice shallow cave that way.” Kendrick pointed to an opening about a hundred yards away. “We can hide out there, and see if any deer appear.”
The cave turned out to be an ideal spot. Not just because Kendrick and Aleck were able to steal a few kisses while waiting for game, but because at the end of the day Kendrick and Aleck had killed and gutted two deer, and three mountain hares.
The other men had similar luck. So much that it was decided that enough food had been secured, and the group would make the half day trip back home the next day.
Knowing they had a hard trip ahead of them, all the men retired early. Moments after nearly all the men could be heard snoring, much to Aleck’s delight, Kendrick snuck over to his shelter again.
Aleck lay on his stomach, and Kendrick caressed him with hands and lips while impaling his cock in Aleck’s ass repeatedly. The exquisite pleasure that resulted from the position surprised Aleck. Kendrick’s prick caressed some magical spot deep inside, until he exploded into Kendrick’s cupped hand. After Kendrick found his release, shooting his juices deep into Aleck’s cove, the men lay blissfully together until sleep overcame them.
Aleck awoke the next morning alone, but not unsatisfied. Kendrick directed a knowing smile at Aleck as he joined the other men around the morning campfire.
For the first time in Aleck’s life, everything was well in his world. He was...content. No, content didn’t fully express how he felt. He felt...relieved, peaceful, and even elated….all at the same time. It was wonderful, the euphoria that resulted from releasing one’s greatest secret, and fulfilling one’s deepest desire, at the same time.
Aleck smiled to himself. Life would be different from now on. He had Kendrick, the man of his dreams.
The End
Sir WW
by Angelique Voisen
Addicted to each other, an immortal time-travelling vampire and a Scottish hero meet secretly each night for a kinky dalliance. How long can their affair last, before reality rams its ugly head?
1297, After the Battle of Stirling Bridge
Already, the singers have gotten it wrong.
The more battles he wins on the highlands and the more clans he unites, the faster the word spreads like wildfire and the further it deviates from the truth. Most of the Scots call him a hero. Soon, they will call him a patriot. Centuries from now, he’ll be a national icon. Across the border, the English call him a rebel. They want his head on a spike. To string his body parts across four different locations as a warning. They’ll eventually get their wish, but not for many years to come.
Doesn’t matter to me what folks call him, though.
When he comes to me in the cover of night, without the eyes of the world constantly looking, judging, or making up lies, he is simply Sir WW and this is the untold tale. Our story. The kind unfit for wee ones and the sort patriots wouldn’t like hearing. Served raw without pretension and without the embellishments history will eventually place.
Even now, I hear the tickle of his laughter when I tell him about the moving picture where he’ll star. The quotes a solid fan base would continue to utter decades after the movie. The inaccuracies historians would nitpick and continue to argue about even in the twenty-first century.
“Moving pictures and time traveling vampires recording history— you spin the finest tales, Magnus,” WW would say after several mugs of ale and a hearty bowl of stew.
The gleam in his eyes and his unsettling gaze tell me my words are falling on deaf ears. WW doesn’t take me seriously. I doubt he ever will, but that hardly matters. In his mind’s eye, Sir WW has already begun to undress me and bind my wrists and ankles with rope, thinking of creative ways to torment and tease before mounting me and leaving me aching when dawn arrives.
Even before he touches me, I’m already his. Tonight is no different.
Every inn and alehouse is filled to bursting with Scots drunk with victory. Even a remote inn located far from the main roads, like the Blushing Maiden, experiences a tickle of rowdy soldiers eager to share a bloated version of their glories with passing minstrels and whores.
I spot WW’s cloaked figure the moment he steps in. Thankfully his disguise works. No one raises a toast or hollers his name. Here in the countryside, he’s just another wary mud-splattered traveler looking for a place to spend the evening.
Everything has been pre-arranged. I filled the purse of the innkeeper with a bag of coins for his finest room and ensured his silence. I meet WW’s heated gaze across the room. At his nod, I abandon my half-finished tankard of ale, make a show of being a stumbling drunk who had his fill, and head upstairs.
Blessed silence. Sweet darkness.
Half an hour later, the heavy wooden door creaks open and WW finds me, nude and waiting on my knees. Tonight, I feel the kiss of the wood against my legs, the caress of the night air against my pale skin. An odd feeling brews inside me, like the calm before the storm, and I wonder if it’s an omen.
“I kept you waiting.” Sir WW sheds his cloak and the rest of his disguise.
“I have lived through several lifetimes, seen the world turn on its axis from a space shuttle, and witnessed history unfold with my very eyes. Time is irrelevant to me. Waiting a few minutes is nothing.”
“My silver-tongued poet, the more you open your mouth, the harder it is for me to put an end to our forbidden trysts,” WW says sadly.
I risk a few seconds to peer up at him. The poets’ tales do him injustice. They often sing of his triumphs, his cunning, but they often forget that WW is also just a man. Through my gaze, I show him how I appreciate the hard planes of his chest through his thin linen shirt, the way his broad shoulders taper to a narrow waist and the visible bulge in his trousers, waiting for my attentions.
“Master,” I breathe, hardly believing the words, or the reality I find myself in. “Sir.”
He spears his fingers through my hair, rests a hand against my cheek and I lean into it, sighing. The hard calluses there tell me stories. Remind me these are hands that have gripped plow and sword, wielded words and weapons.
Warrior. Hero. Revolutionary. Tactician. A man who takes pains to conceal his secret self and desires from a world who only wants to see one side of him. He’s a diamond among coarse and common stones, made of a thousand iridescent facets.
WW tugs my hair hard, sending a thrill down my spine. “Let us not waste the night. Undress me.”
I rise from my position. Even though this has become ritual between us, my fingers tremble as I unfasten the silver pin on his cloak, unbuckle the sword belt containing his sword, and pull off
his shirt.
“Have you been good, my poet, my beautiful boy?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Never bedded any wench or handsome stable hand since our last meeting?”
“No, Sir.”
“I believe you.” WW watches me, his gaze searching, assessing, and I can’t help but wonder what he sees. A fair-haired youth, long limbed and slender, I was eighteen when my sire changed me. My mentor picked me for my beauty and my intellect, but WW sees beyond the superficial.
Does WW see my soul, flawed and old, tainted over the years, peering back at him?
If Sir does, he never runs screaming like the other men. Maybe that’s why I, a centuries old immortal, am willing to serve him on my knees. Be content with the stolen moments I have with him.
If I were reckless and selfish, I would pull him close to me during his moment of weakness. It would be so easy to lull him into death’s embrace, sink my canines into his tender neck and make him the Master of my body and heart for eternity.
No matter how hard I wish it, I won’t do it, not because I am honor bound not to. I come from a line of sun-fearing immortals gifted with the ability to turn back time to observe, but not to participate and meddle with the course of history. No. I simply respect and care for WW too much to condemn him to the same fate I endured. Offering eternity to WW, a man who fights for freedom with every breath, would chain him down and eventually suffocate him.
Kneeling again, I help him out of his boots, and eagerly begin to unlace his trousers. His cock springs out, thick, long and erect.
“May I, Sir?”
He chuckles, sinks his fingers into my hair again, and pulls me in close in answer. I reach for his balls, massaging them gently. Then I open my lips gratefully when he presses his tip against my jaw. Feeling playful, I lick the pre-come gathered at his tip, and use it as a lubricant to spread across his length. WW tightens his grip on my hair. Since he doesn’t ask me to stop, I continue licking and sucking, nibbling and savoring the taste of him.
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