Severance Pay
Title: "Severance Pay"
Copyright Notice: All characters owned by the BBC, BBC America and Tiger Aspect Media.
Plot spoilers: Robin Hood 1:12 (Lost scene.)
Pairings: Allan/Will Suggested; Robin/Much
Warnings: Slash (explicit m/m sexual content.) Don't like? Don't read! Fair enough?
Rating: NC-17 (explicit sexual content)
Summary: What I write when things get wet. One of the few good things to come from Ike. Inspired by that disheveled look the boys had when they were leaving the forest for Scarborough. What were they up to all night in the woods? Rain!porn!
Severance Pay
by
DarkenTwisted
Rain surrounded them everywhere they went, soaking the satchel of spoils from Loxley and making the ground too soft to walk on. They didn’t feel like moving against the constant onslaught of water; much less speak.
Allan had even stopped complaining about having to give away all the gold to the poor. Especially now that he decided it was his severance pay from being an outlaw. Will was in his own head, thinking about his father and brother in Scarborough.
Allan broke the silence by speaking first, “Not bein’ funny or nufin, but we are not going to make it anywhere in this weather.”
The younger man didn’t argue, he just played the entire conversation they had earlier in his head over and over. He knew Allan only looked out for himself but what he proposed still didn’t sit right with the carpenter. Robin might be thinking only of getting his lands back and himself back in Loxley but he wouldn’t just abandon the rest of the gang, would he? Sleeping on it would be a good idea and the thought of double-crossing Robin just made his stomach hurt.
The crafty craftsman, with Allan’s unsure assistance, gathered fallen branches and leaves. In a matter of a couple of hours, they had a good makeshift lean - too. It was made just big enough for the two of them against the side of a hill. They settled in, hanging their cloaks in the least damp area to dry out. It was still too wet to build a fire so they lay back to back as close as possible to each other to share warmth. Allan was still going through the satchel of spoils when after a while he noticed an almost rhythmic motion coming from the young carpenter’s arm.
“Not bein funny, but what are you doin’ back there, mate?” The blonde trickster came up with a multitude of answers in his own mind but chose not to go there.
“I am just doing a little whittling.” Came the soft reply from the young outlaw. “Why? What did you think I was doing?”
“Ahh, nufin mate. Just that well . . . ,” Allan stammered then changed the subject quickly. “What ya whittlin’ on?”
“Just whittling on a stick I found.” Will glanced over his shoulder at his friend, “You never answered me. What did you think I was doing?”
Allan blushed as he stammered to find the words. “Well a young guy like you an’ a rainy day like this. There are lots other things to do to stay warm and keep your hands busy. I just assumed . . . ”
It was Will’s turn to blush, “That I was touching myself?! I would not do that!”
Allan looked over his own shoulder and spat, “What ya mean you wouldn’t do that? I’m not tryin’ to be funny but everybody does it mate.”
“I do not! In church the pastor says it’s wrong. That you will go to Hell for all eternity for it.” Will really wanted to change the subject.
“Course It in’t wrong. Even the ‘igh and mighty Robin Hood does it.” Allan continued to look over his ill-gotten treasure as he spoke.
“You are lying!” Will looked crossly over his shoulder at the con man.
“I’m tellin’ the truth! I even seen em doin’ it with that prissy li’l manservant of his.”
“Robin . . . and Much . . . doing . . . that . . . together!” Will gasped in disbelief.
“If I’m lyin’ I’m dyin’!” Allan declared. “I watched em one night after they thought we was all sleepin’. Pretty pair those two. Seems the fair Marian ain’t all our boy Robin likes to shag.”
Will’s eyes bulged with shock, "Allan a’ Dale! I know you, Robin and Much are not exactly friends but to accuse them of blasphemy . . . ”
“Don’t get all bunched up! I ain’t accusin’ nobody of nufin, Sunshine! Allan turned to face his upset young friend, All’s I’m saying is it’s perfectly natural and everybody does it. You ain’t ne’re . . . ”
Will gave Allan a sideways look that was part amusement and part embarrassment, “No. Have you?”
Allan grinned, “Oh, all the time mate. Specially sometimes when Djaq is running around the camp after taking a dip in the cold creek. A fella has to tend to such things.”
“You fantasize about Djaq!” Will squeaked, “but she’s . . . one of us!” He seriously wanted to punch the cheeky bastard and run back to camp in the rain.
“Don’t matter. She’s still a bird.” And besides Mr. ‘igh an’ mighty Will Scarlett, I seen ya lookin at ‘er. “Don’t tell me she dunnit give you another kind of wood too.”
Will blushed the colour of his name and grinned sheepishly. “Sometimes. Once, I accidentally walked up on her changing before we found out she was a girl. I still think about that at night before I fall asleep.”
“An’ what you do about it?” Allan grinned conspiratorially.
Will looked away and said sadly. “Try to keep my mind off of it, think pure thoughts and hope it goes away.”
Allan eyed his friend with sorrow and amused contempt, “Ahh mate, we got to get you sorted out.”
Will looked at his friend sadly, “Well, even if I wanted to I would not know how.”
Allan didn’t wait for an invitation. He quickly started unlacing his leggings. Will’s eyes widened in shock. “What are you doing?!”
Teachin’ ya how to ‘rub one out’ Allan grinned. ‘Sides, it’ll keep us warm till the rain lets up.
Allan then pulled out his length, licked his palm and started to rub his shaft to erection. Will started to look away in embarrassment but seeing the pleasure in the older outlaw’s face as he worked his cock was getting him stiff as well. He cautiously unlaced his own leggings and gingerly pulled out his own growing hardness. He watched as Allan closed his eyes in pleasure and licked his lips. He copied the movements he watched his friend do on himself and soon was understanding what Allan was talking about.
Allan opened one eye and looked over at Will as he moaned softly. “Not bein’ funny but that’s an impressive piece of ‘wood’ you have there, carpenter.”
Will looked over at his friend’s member and grinning sheepishly through his full blush, replied “Likewise.”
Allan then moistened his other palm and gently placed it on Will’s length. “Like this, slow at first. Then you find just the right spot.” As he stroked, the young outlaw moaned louder and pistoned his hips toward the older outlaw’s fist.
“Oh yeah . . . harder . . . there.”Will guided Allan’s hand over his glans as he looked at him with pale green eyes clouded with lust. Without a word Allan covered the young carpenter’s mouth with his own. Will’s hand moved to cover the tricksters aching member and he matched Allan’s thrust with his. Their tongues danced as Will got his first taste of sex. The thought made him thrust harder into Allan’s hand.
It was far from the first time for Allan and the older outlaw knew his way just as well about a man’s anatomy as a woman’s. Soon he was placing hot kisses down the length of Will’s long neck and gently biting his hard nipples as he continued to work the young man’s weeping member. He turned around and taking Will’s length in his mouth guided the young outlaw’s mouth to his own. They worked each other fully, letting their hands explore one another’s bodies and tangle in each others hair. Allan could feel his young lover getting closer but wanted to try one more trick. “You wanna take me?”
Will didn’t understand at first but Allan removed his leggings and slicked himself up. He then straddled the younger man and Will raised up in surprise and pleasure, as he entered the older outlaw. Allan closed his eyes and worked his own length as he got used to the fullness of the carpenter.
Will looked up at Allan and incoherently asked, “Does that not . . . uhhg . . . hurt?”
Allan grinned, “As big as you are, it sure does! But it’s a good pain, mate.”
Will’s moans were getting louder and he felt an unfamiliar pressure growing in his groin. Suddenly he bucked harder.
Allan grinned lustily, “Gettin’ close, are you?”
Will could barely form a sentence at this point. “Close to what?”
Just then Allan squeezed around Will’s aching member making the young man moan “Oh God. Oh no . . . noooo!”
Allan himself was seeing stars at this point as he felt a large amount of long suppressed seed, coat his insides.
“Ahh yesssss!” He spilled over his hand and onto the young carpenter’s stomach as his brilliant blue green eyes clouded over with release. He then leaned down over Will and they stayed motionless and panting, each too spent to move.
When Allan got his strength back, he rolled off the young carpenter and grabbed a kerchief from his pocket to clean both himself and his young lover. “Will fingered the sticky pool on his chest. So that’s what they mean by ‘coming’.” He grinned.
Allan couldn’t resist another kiss at his friends innocent remark. “That was quite a first lesson wuddnit?”
Will grinned at his friend, “First lesson? You mean there is more to come.”
Allan cuffed the crafty craftsman on the ear, “Only if you stop askin’ such silly questions ya git.”
They lay in each others arms and listened to the rain hit the leaves of the trees. They stroked each other’s bodies and talked about their grand plans. Allan knew the young man would so completely break his heart someday or he would accidentally break Will’s. But right now, listening to the tinkling drops hitting the ground around them and gazing into his pale green eyes, he never felt closer to his friend.
FiN