Naturally
Ever since Gawyn had first seen Maeglyn, he had admired Maeglyn's physique. Maeglyn didn't seem as disproportionally over-muscled nor did he tower in the manner of his friend Bannon, who was the biggest elf anyone knew, surely. Maeglyn wasn't too thin or sinewy, he ate enough – Gawyn was suspicious of fashinably thin people in the army, suspecting they tired out too soon in battle.
When they'd been to sauna together, gone swimming, practiced wrestling or swords, Gawyn had always looked openly at Maeglyn's body, appreciated it in his comments, and taken it to dreams with him late at night. Maeglyn the elven knight, so handsome, was often in Gawyn's mind at night when they set camp.
On the duke's ambassadorial journey, his grace was accompanied by his own knights together with a select number of scouts and footmen from Lotheringen garrison. That was when and where Gawyn had started to spend time together with Maeglyn, talking to him, laughing with him, listening to him. While the rest of their extensive traveling retinue oohed and aahed at the exotic foreign countryside, Gawyn ran behind in Maeglyn's footsteps and made merry with him.
They were stopping in a foreign Red-Elf village on a sunny day. They always travelled in summer, for travel in Snowsong pass through the mountains in the dead of winter or in the autumn rain was sheer madness. They were escorting a train of carriages, one containing the duke, another his retinue. One carriage was for trade goods, and two more were carrying supplies.
The villagers were accustomed to the foreign elves passing through them every few years, and the camp was built in a circle near the village, on a green that was now a familiar place to everyone who had frequently taken part of the journey. Gawyn was not, for this was his first time abroad.
The wheels of the carriages were in bad shape and were to be replaced, thus halting their journey for another day. While Gawyn was not on guard duty that day, he sat under a tree thinking, wondering that they'd ran into no more trouble than a broken wheel so far. He'd heard wild tales about how savage the Reddin countryside was, that occasionally the troll would make their way down and prey on the Red-Elves. Before Gawyn's time, they had even met filthy human bandits on their way to Vana, where the duke was to stay for a month and treat with the Red-Elves.
It had been a long journey. In truth, Gawyn looked forward to seeing this town of Vana, and the huge lake Vanaya he'd heard much of from Maeglyn – a water so big the eyes could not perceive the shore opposite. He'd heard of the clear waters of Vanaya reflecting the blue summer sky, with fishing boats dotting the lake.
Maeglyn approached. Gawyn smirked as he watched the Wolf Knight striding towards him. There was nothing wrong with Maeglyn's stride, quite the opposite, for Maeglyn always looked good when he was on the move. He smiled at Gawyn and hailed him.
“I take it you're not on duty?” Maeglyn asked.
“No, but I will be at duskfall,” said Gawyn.
“Lord Farryn is sending me into the forests to find some fresh herbs.” Maeglyn grinned. “Would you like to join me, soldier?”
“I might, although I don't know a thing about herbs,” said Gawyn. Maeglyn handed down his arm and Gawyn took it and pulled himself up.
While they headed for the forests and the wilds, Maeglyn explained they were looking for a flower native to Reddin marshes, which had a taste lord Farryn was keen on. They were looking for a plant with long, thin leaves, with a hard long central stem. It would be in bloom, with aplenty of white little flowers that would look like snowflakes at the top of the stem.
“The herb is also good for a sore throat, I believe,” said Maeglyn and started leading Gawyn into the thick of the trees. They heard the red-elves' sheep baaing, and a pipe playing a merry tune.
“Shepherds in the forest,” Gawyn remarked.
The foreign forest was as beautiful as any forest Gawyn had seen. The vistas of the wilderness around Lotheringen were largely rocks and dried-up pines, here they walked through thick bearpaw moss. The trees were mostly spruce, but there was at least birch and rowan as well in the mix. Gawyn tried to pay attention to the shapes and the leaves of the unfamiliar trees so he might ask about them later.
The deeper they got into the unknown, unfamiliar territory, the more Gawyn got to wondering how Maeglyn knew the rising hills and the cliffs and such so well. They were following a narrow rabbit's trail that had forked many times over. They wandered about and talked of the heat of the day, the journey, of herbs and food as they walked.
They came downhill to a moist little valley hidden in the shadows of the surrounding hills and the tall evergreen trees. Mosquitoes buzzed in the shadows under the shades of old branches. There was a pond, surrounded by flowers Maeglyn had described.
“Watch out now,” said Maeglyn. He took a stone and threw it onto the moss where Gawyn had almost stepped. The stone stayed still for a moment, then sunk into the ground. The moss had parted, then come together again to hide the wet marsh underneath.
They made sure they stood on firm ground as they circled around the pond and collected whichever flowers they could reach. They both ended up with wet shoes and socks, but Maeglyn laughed it off, promising to set some flowers aside for them if either one of them should catch cold.
After Maeglyn had wrapped and packed the flowers away, they started heading back. It was late afternoon, and the forest was still full of light and pleasantness.Birds sung, the flowers were pretty, and small woodland animals peered down at them from their hideouts.
“Let's go through here,” said Maeglyn, and guided them to a path they hadn't taken on their way. There was no path, even, no rabbit trails or shepherds' footprints. Slightly wary, Gawyn followed.
Maeglyn took Gawyn to a rocky opening – a clearing with a granite floor. Half of the granite was covered by thick bearpaw moss that Gawyn had already seen in other areas of the forest. As a footman on a long journey, he had soon learned to appreaciate bearpaw moss, for it made sleeping in the wilds a much more bearable thing. Green bushes sprouted out here and there in from the cracks in the granite. Most of all, there were flowers. Hundreds of blue and white flowers were strewn all over the clearing, growing on top of the moss.
“There's also a lot of strawberries here by the time we return from Vana in late summer,” said Maeglyn. “And look over there, wild raspberry bushes.”
“We've walked quite a bit,” said Gawyn. “How did you come by this place?”
Maeglyn smiled mysteriously. “I'll tell you that story sometime.” Maeglyn sat down on the granite. “Now I think I'd prefer to just sit down for a while and let my socks dry.” He pulled his boots off and pulled his socks out, then lay each sock on the sun-heated dark granite. He looked up at Gawyn. “Why don't you do the same?”
“Sounds like a plan,” said Gawyn.
Gawyn sat down next to Maeglyn and pulled his own boots off as well, and his socks. After he had laid the socks down, Maeglyn touched Gawyn's foot with his palm.
“Your feet are cold,” said Maeglyn.
“They'll heat up in the sun,” said Gawyn, laughing.
“No, let me heat them up for you.” Maeglyn took Gawyn's foot in between his palms and rubbed warmth into it. Then the other.
“I could almost get used to a Wolf Knight giving me foot massages,” Gawyn said and smirked.
“That's a bit insolent,” said Maeglyn and smirked. “Watch out or I'll have to issue you some disciplinary measures.”
Gawyn leered. “Aha. Tell me about those disciplinary measures.”
Maeglyn nodded and dropped Gawyn's foot. “Let me see. Well, there's the extra cooking shifts.”
“Boring,” said Gawyn.
“Shoveling the outhouse, that's rather exciting?” Maeglyn suggested.
“And blistery palms. I can't have blisters, I provide the company with music after all,” said Gawyn, flashing his palms at Maeglyn. He had a guitar back in the camp. “Are you in need of entertainment, sir knight?” Gawyn asked.
“Naturally,” said Maeglyn, he cocked his head. “I've seen you play. You're rather good with those hands.”
“Would you like them to play something for you?” Gawyn asked, lifting an eyebrow.
“I'm not sure. How good at you at blowing the flute?” asked Maeglyn.
“Probably as good as you're at riding that big steed of yours,” said Gawyn.
Maeglyn laughed out loud. “I'm sure you'll surprise me by proving to be a remarkable rider yourself.”
Gawyn smirked. “Well, I think I need the right kind of a steed under me,” he said. Gawyn's eyes wandred over Maeglyn and the buttons of his dark grey coat. “Sir, are you feeling too hot in that coat of yours? The afternoon sun must be unbearable.”
“Very kind of you to take notice. I do believe that it is too hot. I should take it off.” Maeglyn unbuttoned the coat, taking his time. He had a white linen shirt underneath the coat, and of course his trousers. Maeglyn undid his belt, and took it off along with the leather bag and rapier dangling from it. These he set down nearby. Maeglyn spread the coat on the ground, on top of a mattress of moss, and lay down on it, half-sitting.
“Take your coat off soldier. At ease,” said Maeglyn.
Gawyn looked down at the grinning knight in the moss as he undid the buttons of his coat. He lay his coat on the moss next to Maeglyn and sat down.
“Sir,” Gawyn said. “Does you sword need any polishing?”
“You tell me. Does it look like so?” Maeglyn asked.
Gawyn glanced down. “In my layman's eyes, I should think so.”
Maeglyn inhaled and exhaled deeply. “Then it must be so. I'm frightfully short of a squire to polish it, I'm afraid.”
“Sir, I hope you don't take this as being too forward,” said Gawyn, “my being a mere amateur in the matters of steel and weapons, but I could offer you my services?”
Maeglyn nodded thoughtfully. “No I don't think you're being too forward. If you could be so kind.” Maeglyn grinned suddenly. “Perhaps after that, you could instruct me on how to play the strings as deftly as you do. My hands have dabbled a bit with music as well, you see.”
“I would be honored, sir,” Gawyn said, and smiled.
Maeglyn caught Gawyn's neck with his palm and pulled him down suddenly, to a kiss. Gawyn replied earnestly and eagerly, all the while as his right hand fumbled at the buttons of Maeglyn's trousers.
He found Maeglyn's “sword”, and it was warm, and hard, and straight. Gawyn brushed his palm against it before grabbing it and squeezing it.
After they stopped kissing, Maeglyn pulled his trousers down a bit and Gawyn moved down as well.
“Does sir like playing ball-games?” Gawyn asked.
“So and so,” replied Maeglyn, quite out of breath. “Why, do you?”
“I'm fond of a good game myself,” said Gawyn.
“I'll remember that,” said Maeglyn.
Gawyn fondled Maeglyn with his hand. He kissed, he licked and he squeezed, listening to Maeglyn's breathing getting harder. Then Gawyn plunged down and started sucking the breath out of Maeglyn, so to speak. He held the sword with his hand and sucked the end of it like it was candy. Then when Gawyn felt like he was suffocating because he couldn't breathe with his mouth full, he took a break and massaged Maeglyn instead. Then Gawyn plunged the sword back into his mouth and thus he continued, until Maeglyn creamed the back of his mouth without a warning.
In another moment, Gawyn was lying on his side on the moss, naked. Maeglyn, out of breath and somewhat drowsy, concentrated on coming back to his senses. Although the waiting was somewhat annoying, Gawyn was pleased he'd obviously made an impact on Maeglyn.
“Do you want to ride?” Maeglyn whispered. “There's a pond nearby if you want to wash up afterwards.”
“Alright,” said Gawyn. Maeglyn kicked his trousers away and pulled his shirt off. Then he rolled on his stomach.
Gawyn spit in his hands a few times, then rubbed the saliva all around his “flute”. Then he spat in his hands a few times more, and rubbed the saliva in Maeglyn's tanned butt-crack. This knight had taken his time in the sun.
Gawyn penetrated Maeglyn's rear slowly at first. It was tight. Gawyn felt like Maeglyn's whole body responded to his presence inside. Gawyn pulled out a bit, then spat into his hand again. He added the additional spit into the mix, and then pushed back in.
“Ooohhhhh,” Maeglyn responded.
Gawyn grabbed Maeglyn's hips and started pulling out. In and out. In and out again. They rocked back and forth. Gawyn picked up the pace and listened to the sound of his balls slapping against Maeglyn's buttocks. Gawyn heard Maeglyn's hard breathing, and he smelled their sweat and Maeglyn's cream in his nose. Gawyn picked up the pace. He pulled Maeglyn's hips towards himself when he pushed in, and he heard Maeglyn yelp. Gawyn was near, so near now. His balls slapped against skin now so often that it was a single continuous sound.
Gawyn was so near his peak, he had to cry out during the last few pushes. They were slow, but deep. Maeglyn cried out with him when he felt himself flow free into Maeglyn. Gawyn pushed once more, then retreated. He dropped on his back on the moss and stared at the blue blue summer sky.