An attempt at smut
So, you said that you wanted more smut and I gave it a go. This is my first attempt and has been sat on my computer for a couple of weeks as I did not think it worth posting. However, have decided that even if it does not rate very highly on the 'smut-ometer' it might give some of you a laugh for being a pathetic attempt at it.
Title: The Chiton
Pairing: A/H
Spoilers/Warnings: Pathetic smut attempt.
It had been a good evening. Wine and food aplenty and the company of old friends. Hephaistion was content, listening quietly to remembrances of times spent at Mieza when life had been easy and free from worry.
Of a sudden however he heard something which made him smile inside.
“So, which one of you rogues stole my chiton and why by gods did you wash it?”
This from Ptolomey who was greeted by denial or mystified silence from all around the room.
“Gods, Ptolemy you aren’t still thinking about that are you?” Perdikkas was laughing as he said this.
“I confess, that it had not been at the forefront of my mind just recently, but all this talk has reminded me that no-one ever did confess” Ptolemy retorted.
Hephaistion looked up to find that Alexander was looking at him.
It had been a long time ago, twelve years at least. One long hot day when Aristotle in a fit of pique at his pupils inattention, had declared the rest of the day free.
Alexander and Hephaistion had decided to ride out. There was a place they knew which was both quiet and offered some seclusion. They did not do this very often. It caused too much talk among their compatriots. But of occasion, they both felt the need to be by themselves. Along the way they passed a lake and seeing Ptolemy swimming, Alexander, who had been in devilish mood all day, had crept up and stolen Ptolemy’s clothes.
They had ridden on then, until finally reaching their destination they dismounted and sat down idly talking the afternoon away. The heat and their quiet surroundings eventually making them drowsy and they lay down together and slept.
Hephaistion had woken a short time later to find himself on his back with one arm pinned under Alexander whose head was resting on his shoulder still asleep. The air around was very still, he was with Alexander and he was happy, very happy. It was a perfect moment in every way except for one thing. He was uncomfortably hard. It had been a few days since he and Alexander had lain together and his body was telling him what his mind had forgotten.
Without really thinking, Hephaistion reached down and touched himself with his free hand. He tried to distract himself recalling the days earlier lesson but to no avail. His body grew more insistent. He surrepticiously started to move his hand slowly up and down his length but soon found that this only made things worse. What he really wanted to do was to pull and pull hard and fast.
Alexander who was still sleeping sighed and moved slightly so his mouth was now blowing warm air onto his neck and one of his hands came to rest on his chest on top of his nipple. It was unbearable and Hephaistion found his whole body responding to this touch. His cock which was now clamering for his attention felt like it would explode if he did not do something. Even so, he was loathe to do anything that might disturb Alexander. Hephaisition did not want Alexander to wake and find him pleasuring himself. Alexander must never think that what they did together was insufficient especailly as it was anything but
Without really thinking and before he could stop himself, Hephaistion found himself squeezing his cock to find some relief. He shut his eyes and groaned in frustration. When he opened them a few seconds later it was to find Alexander looking up at him with a grin on his face and his hand playing with his nipple through his chiton.
It took Hephaistion a little time to understand why Alexander was grinning. The bastard Hephaistion realised, had been awake all the time, knew what he was doing and had deliberalty positioned himself in a way to inflame him futher.
However, before he had time to feel agrieved at this he felt a hand, not his own holding his cock and doing what Hephaistion himself had longed to do. It did not take him long. Alexander knew how to please him. He knew how to kiss him too and he covered Hephaistions mouth with his own and kissed him long and hard his tongue mirroring the actions of his hand.
Hephaistion felt himself climax, his semen dripping down over Alexanders’ hand. Alexander who by now had more pressing needs of his own, wiped his hand on the nearest thing that he could find which just happened to be Ptolemys chiton which they were both lying on.
Alexander found Hephaistions hand and guided it down between his legs. They gazed at each other whilst Hephaistion worked his fingers over Alexanders by now hard organ. It did not take long and soon Alexander was emptying himself onto the unfortunate chiton beneath him.
They lay together for a while relaxed and happy before, feeling hungry, decided it was time to start back. They considered briefly leaving the now dishevelled chiton behind until Alexander decided that it would be more fun to return it. They had stopped therefore at the lake on the way back to Mieza and washed it, the warm air drying it as they rode home. Later that evening Alexander and Hephaisiton had left the chiton on Ptolemys bed and said nothing to anyone about how it had got there. Ptolemy had spent a few frustrating days trying to discover who had taken it without success and there the matter had lain until now. Although it had taken Hephaistion some weeks before he could see Ptolemy wearing it without feeling himself blush.
Hephaistion brought himself back to the present and realised that Ptolemy who once again had been denied the answer to his questions had moved the conversation on. Alexander who was still looking at him however, raised his wine goblet and smiled that same mischevious smile of long ago.
Hephaisiton smiled back. They could never have kept their relationship secret, it went too deep and was too strong for that. But the physical side of their relationship was theirs and theirs alone and this was one of many memories that was never to be shared.
Fin
Title: The Chiton
Pairing: A/H
Spoilers/Warnings: Pathetic smut attempt.
It had been a good evening. Wine and food aplenty and the company of old friends. Hephaistion was content, listening quietly to remembrances of times spent at Mieza when life had been easy and free from worry.
Of a sudden however he heard something which made him smile inside.
“So, which one of you rogues stole my chiton and why by gods did you wash it?”
This from Ptolomey who was greeted by denial or mystified silence from all around the room.
“Gods, Ptolemy you aren’t still thinking about that are you?” Perdikkas was laughing as he said this.
“I confess, that it had not been at the forefront of my mind just recently, but all this talk has reminded me that no-one ever did confess” Ptolemy retorted.
Hephaistion looked up to find that Alexander was looking at him.
It had been a long time ago, twelve years at least. One long hot day when Aristotle in a fit of pique at his pupils inattention, had declared the rest of the day free.
Alexander and Hephaistion had decided to ride out. There was a place they knew which was both quiet and offered some seclusion. They did not do this very often. It caused too much talk among their compatriots. But of occasion, they both felt the need to be by themselves. Along the way they passed a lake and seeing Ptolemy swimming, Alexander, who had been in devilish mood all day, had crept up and stolen Ptolemy’s clothes.
They had ridden on then, until finally reaching their destination they dismounted and sat down idly talking the afternoon away. The heat and their quiet surroundings eventually making them drowsy and they lay down together and slept.
Hephaistion had woken a short time later to find himself on his back with one arm pinned under Alexander whose head was resting on his shoulder still asleep. The air around was very still, he was with Alexander and he was happy, very happy. It was a perfect moment in every way except for one thing. He was uncomfortably hard. It had been a few days since he and Alexander had lain together and his body was telling him what his mind had forgotten.
Without really thinking, Hephaistion reached down and touched himself with his free hand. He tried to distract himself recalling the days earlier lesson but to no avail. His body grew more insistent. He surrepticiously started to move his hand slowly up and down his length but soon found that this only made things worse. What he really wanted to do was to pull and pull hard and fast.
Alexander who was still sleeping sighed and moved slightly so his mouth was now blowing warm air onto his neck and one of his hands came to rest on his chest on top of his nipple. It was unbearable and Hephaistion found his whole body responding to this touch. His cock which was now clamering for his attention felt like it would explode if he did not do something. Even so, he was loathe to do anything that might disturb Alexander. Hephaisition did not want Alexander to wake and find him pleasuring himself. Alexander must never think that what they did together was insufficient especailly as it was anything but
Without really thinking and before he could stop himself, Hephaistion found himself squeezing his cock to find some relief. He shut his eyes and groaned in frustration. When he opened them a few seconds later it was to find Alexander looking up at him with a grin on his face and his hand playing with his nipple through his chiton.
It took Hephaistion a little time to understand why Alexander was grinning. The bastard Hephaistion realised, had been awake all the time, knew what he was doing and had deliberalty positioned himself in a way to inflame him futher.
However, before he had time to feel agrieved at this he felt a hand, not his own holding his cock and doing what Hephaistion himself had longed to do. It did not take him long. Alexander knew how to please him. He knew how to kiss him too and he covered Hephaistions mouth with his own and kissed him long and hard his tongue mirroring the actions of his hand.
Hephaistion felt himself climax, his semen dripping down over Alexanders’ hand. Alexander who by now had more pressing needs of his own, wiped his hand on the nearest thing that he could find which just happened to be Ptolemys chiton which they were both lying on.
Alexander found Hephaistions hand and guided it down between his legs. They gazed at each other whilst Hephaistion worked his fingers over Alexanders by now hard organ. It did not take long and soon Alexander was emptying himself onto the unfortunate chiton beneath him.
They lay together for a while relaxed and happy before, feeling hungry, decided it was time to start back. They considered briefly leaving the now dishevelled chiton behind until Alexander decided that it would be more fun to return it. They had stopped therefore at the lake on the way back to Mieza and washed it, the warm air drying it as they rode home. Later that evening Alexander and Hephaisiton had left the chiton on Ptolemys bed and said nothing to anyone about how it had got there. Ptolemy had spent a few frustrating days trying to discover who had taken it without success and there the matter had lain until now. Although it had taken Hephaistion some weeks before he could see Ptolemy wearing it without feeling himself blush.
Hephaistion brought himself back to the present and realised that Ptolemy who once again had been denied the answer to his questions had moved the conversation on. Alexander who was still looking at him however, raised his wine goblet and smiled that same mischevious smile of long ago.
Hephaisiton smiled back. They could never have kept their relationship secret, it went too deep and was too strong for that. But the physical side of their relationship was theirs and theirs alone and this was one of many memories that was never to be shared.
Fin