Lost & Found~ Chapter Six~ A Guy/Allan AU Fan Fic (M-NC17)
In our last chapter, Allan finally admitted he was hopelessly in love with Guy - to the puppy. Well, it's progress. Guy chided himself for having "those" kinds of thoughts about young Allan. The sexual tension continues to build . . . We return to Locksley Manor, where Guy’s old demons have come back to haunt him . . .
No copyright infringement intended; Minerva, however, is all mine. No money earned from this writing. Comments are always welcome!! Many thanks to talin/pikespeak22 for her proofing and musing skills.
Guy slept fitfully that night.
The dreams weren’t as frequent, but they still came. They still mortified and terrified him.
~I never loved you, Guy . . . why do you work for the sheriff? . . . you’re a decent man, you’re not a murderer . . . I don’t love YOU . . . not if you were the last man on earth . . . you’re a miserable failure, Gisborne . . . I never loved you . . .nevernevernever~
He awoke in the gloom with a start, gasping hard, hands clenching the sweat-soaked sheets.
Guy gave a small cry of despair. Burying his face in his large hands, he sobbed.
~Oh, Marian, I never meant to hurt you, but why did you lie to me again and again and again. Did I truly mean nothing to you?~
Allan wasn’t sleeping well either. He couldn’t keep Guy out of his mind. So many feelings - lust, affection, sadness, concern, adoration, and yes, love - overwhelmed the young man. He’d admitted to Puppy he loved Guy. Would he ever be able to tell Guy how he felt?
He frowned. He could hear a sound. Not the puppy, no. It was a person, crying.
“Guy . . .” He quickly slipped out of bed. Lighting a candle, he padded down the corridor in his bare feet, wearing only his braes. It had been another warm, sticky night.
“Guy?” Allan stopped at the door to Guy’s chamber. He pushed the door open, holding up the candle. Guy was sitting up in bed, his dark tangle of hair fallen forward, head in his hands and his bare shoulders shaking.
“Guy!” Allan went to his side, placing the candle on the table by the bed.
“Is it - is it the bad dreams again?” Allan hesitated, and then put a comforting hand on Guy’s shoulder as he sat down beside the distraught man.
“If - if you need to talk, please - I’m here. I will listen,” Allan said earnestly.
He half-expected Guy to flinch or push him away, roar at him a bit.
But he didn’t.
Instead, Guy raised his head, flicking back his black locks. He rubbed his eyes, blinked hard and heaved a deep sigh.
“It was never meant to happen, Allan. Marian. Her death,” he said in a raspy voice. He swallowed.
“I truly cared for her and - I thought she cared for me. I - thought - she could grow to - love me,” Guy said, his voice trailing off into a sigh.
Allan nodded. “I know you cared for Maz. Don’t forget, I was there. I saw how you protected her even after you found out she was the Nightwatchman. You put yourself at risk.”
Guy glanced at Allan, the faintest smile tugging at his mouth. “You put yourself at a bit of risk, too, as I recall . . .”
Allan shrugged a little. “I cared about her, too. I care about - you.”
Now Guy did flinch. He turned his dark head away from Allan.
~How can you care, boy, when I’ve done what I’ve done~
“But I killed her. I killed Marian. How can you - ?”
“Look. Did you do it on purpose?”
Guy furrowed his brow. “Whot?”
Allan licked his lips. “It was some kind of accident, right - whot happened to Marian?”
~It had to be . . . because I can’t believe you did it in cold blood~
Guy gave a shuddering breath. “She - she told me she never planned to marry me. That she’d only ever loved Robin Hood.”
His lips twisted into an anguished grimace.
“She wouldn’t have married me if I were the last man on earth . . . she kept saying those things, and she was laughing, laughing, standing there in white with her arms outspread, like some sort of avenging angel . . . and all my dreams and hopes just - died.”
Guy closed his eyes tight. “I just wanted her to stop talking. To stop saying all those hurtful things. To be - quiet. That’s all. I didn’t want her to die . . . .”
Guy heaved a breath.
“She was trying to protect King Richard from me, from my duty to Vasey to assassinate the king, you see,” Guy said, licking his lips.
“And I had told her to get out of my way, I had drawn my sword - I begged her - I said it was our way to be together and she was laughing at me - and it’s - almost like she - wanted me to . . .” Guy paused, tears starting to fill his tortured blue eyes again.
“It all happened before I knew-”
Guy dropped his head again. “I never, never meant to kill her, or even hurt a single hair on her head . . .”
“Guy . . .” Allan sighed and, without thinking, put his arm around Guy’s shoulder.
“I’m so sorry. God, I knew- I knew you didn’t do it on purpose. I know you’ve done a lot of bad things for the sheriff, but - never Marian. You couldn’t.” Allan paused.
“I think it is a good thing for you to let it out. Don’t be ashamed.”
Guy felt the warmth of Allan’s touch, the muscles of the boy’s arm tensing against Guy. It felt so good.
~The only person who ever touched me with affection - or what I thought was affection - since I was a boy, was Marian. I certainly can’t count Vasey’s pawings. Or the lusty couplings with wenches. That’s why this feels so - welcome~
Guy cleared his throat and gently pushed Allan’s arm from his shoulder. “Thank you, Allan. I did need to talk, I suppose. But I am sorry I woke you . . .” He lay back on the bed and closed his eyes.
The bone-deep weariness seemed to overtake him again.
“Go back to bed, Allan. Get some rest. I’m unlikely to trouble you again tonight.”
Allan rose to his feet. He looked at Guy, his muscular torso bare; glossy black hair fanned out on his pillow, his delicately-shaped mouth slightly open.
~So much beauty and so much torment in one man~
“She was wrong.”
Guy’s eyes fluttered open. “Whot?”
“Marian. She was wrong. She did care for you. I’m certain of it.”
Allan licked his lips.
“And somethin’ else. Look, I thought Maz was a great girl, but - I wish she hadn’t used you like that. To get information for Robin.”
He dropped his head as he shrugged. “Just wasn’t fair, really.”
“Whoever said life was fair, Allan?”
Guy’s voice rumbled.
A sigh.
“Anyway, thank you, Allan. You - you’re a good friend.”
Allan smiled. “Yeah, well, partners in crime, we gotta look out for each other, right?”
A small chuckle. “Yeah, I suppose we do. Now, go to bed.”
Allan nodded, picked up the candle and turned to exit the room.
“Allan?”
He paused. “Yeah, Giz?”
“We can’t call that puppy ‘Puppy’ forever, since he is going to be as big as a house one day. Zeus will suffice . . .”
Allan grinned broadly. “Zeus it is, Giz.”
~I knew the pup was a good idea. And he’s finally talkin’ . . .~
Heartened, Allan went back to his chamber.
~*~*~*
Guy stared at the ceiling. He thought of what Allan said about Marian caring for him, admitting she had used him.
~There were so many lies between us. I built my castle of dreams on smoke. Such a fool . . .~
He placed his pillows back in a row, settled down in his customary embrace of them.
~So now I have to somehow go on~
A small smile appeared on his face.
~With a feisty old lady who loves to order me about, a cheeky former outlaw I may be a little too fond of, and - a puppy - named Zeus~
His mouth twisted.
~And that troll, Vasey. What a motley assortment are we. Life is - strange . . . ~
Guy closed his eyes and finally drifted off to a dreamless sleep.
*~*~*
In his chamber, Allan stared at the ceiling.
~I knew - I knew Guy never meant to do it. Robin was wrong.
Sometimes, I think Robin was wrong about a lot of things~
He heard a small grunt and snuffling sound in the chamber. “Pu- I mean, Zeus, is that you?”
An answering whine.
“Come here, little fella.” Allan reached down and picked up the squirming puppy, holding him close.
“Don’t reckon Minerva would want you in the bed with me, but - sod it, I could use a cuddle, Zeus.” Allan set the little mastiff down beside him on the mattress. Zeus circled around several times before snuggling up against him with a happy sigh.
Allan, his arm wrapped around the Zeus’s comforting apricot fur, dozed off. Locksley Manor fell peaceful for a few hours.
*~*~*~*
Allan and Guy prepared to do more mock battle the next morning, yet another hot one. Both men were stripped to the waist.
Guy spun his “Little John” staff in his long, nimble fingers, sinew and muscle rippling once more in the sunlight. He tossed back his raven locks and smiled a little. “Think I am getting the hang of this thing.”
He raised the staff above his head, biceps flexing, putting on a menacing snarl as he narrowed his blue eyes.
“Do I look properly threatening enough, Allan?” He rumbled in his deep voice.
Allan had a sudden wish for a cold, grey winter’s day that would require the master at arms to wear a heavy tunic. That way, he wouldn’t look quite so - naked. And strong. And, well -
“So when and where do we next plunder and pillage, Allan?”
“Whot?”
Guy lowered the staff to the ground and leaned against it.
“I said - when do we have our next raid? Where will our next ambush take place . . . you are good and awake, aren’t you?” Guy raised his brows quizzically.
Allan blinked. “Uh, sorry, Giz, I got - distracted for just a moment.”
He tapped his sword against his leg. “I’m thinkin’ we’ve got two great possibilities to our north this afternoon for baggin’ a windfall - accordin’ to my sources.”
Guy smirked. “Who are these mysterious sources of yours?”
Allan grinned. “I’d tell ya, but - I would have to kill ya, Giz.”
Guy suddenly thrust forward with the staff, forcing Allan to duck.
“Oww - watch it there, Giz!”
Guy grinned. “You, my cheeky young friend, best stay on your toes . . .”
Allan nodded. He liked the teasing spark he saw in Guy’s blue eyes. Then again, there didn’t seem to be much about Guy these days he didn’t like.
Allan lifted his sword. “Ready to take me on, Big Man?”
“Yep.”
Allan grinned. “Then let the games begin . . .”
Minerva, Zeus pulling at her skirts, watched from the doorway as the two battled it out.
“Quit that, you naughty boy.” Scolding the puppy, Minerva lifted him up in her arms.
“They make a fine pair, don’t they, Zeus? They’ve only got to realize how much they need and want each other . . . Allan and Sir Guy would be so good for each other.” She smiled.
“They already are . . .”
She stroked Zeus’s head and whispered into his ear.
“If it’s within my power, I won’t see the same thing happen to them, as happened to my Adam, Zeus. And that’s a promise.”
*~*~*~*
Minerva was determined to prepare the boys for their outlaw escapades. After a wash-up, a good meal, and bit of playtime and rest, they would be ready to tackle more unsuspecting rich folks.
And Allan and Guy had learned it was pretty much futile to argue with Minerva.
There was no time for a visit to Turner’s Pond that day, but Minerva had fresh water, soap and cloths ready for the boys.
“Get all that sweat and dust wiped off, you two, and come enjoy your food before Zeus talks me out of it all,” she said.
Guy narrowed his eyes at the pup. “Don’t get any ideas, you little bastard,” he growled as he raked his fingers through his mane.
Zeus gave a great yawn.
Allan smirked. “I think he’s sayin’ your bark is worse than your bite, Giz.”
Guy shot Allan a dark look and sniffed. “If Zeus decides to chew those expensive boots of mine he’ll discover my bite . . .”
Minerva clucked. “Time’s a-wastin’, Sir Guy, get thee hence and get washed up.”
Guy sighed. “Yes, Minerva,” he replied almost meekly.
Allan hid his smirk this time with a quick turn of his head.
The two men lathered their cloths with the soap Minerva provided and began wiping the sweat from their bodies.
Allan tried to concentrate on his own task, but caught himself furtively peeking as Guy massaged his long throat and broad chest, and then worked his way down his long, muscular arms with the cloth, before dipping it in the water to rinse it.
Wringing it out with those long, elegant fingers of his (~damn! Am I doomed to moon over every part of Guy’s anatomy?~) Guy went back over his smooth, firm flesh, which the sun had turned a little darker, more honey-toned in recent days . . .
~Honeydrizzledoverhisflatstomachlickitoflickitoff~
“Oh…” Allan closed his eyes and gave a small groan.
Guy paused as he wiped his underarms and gave Allan a quizzical look.
“Did you say something?”
Allan’s eyes flew open. “I said-er-oh, how good it feels to clean up, yeah, great idea of Minerva’s, as usual,” he babbled.
Guy nodded slowly, raising one sardonic brow.
“You didn’t get too much sun out there, did you, my friend?”
~Friend. Why does it make me so happy to hear him say that?~
Allan blinked and smiled. “No, no-just excited about another raid, that’s all. You know me, Giz.”
Guy smirked, the teasing gleam back in his blue eyes as he looked at Allan, who wore his familiar cheeky grin.
~The lad is looking fit. And he’s getting a rather nice golden colour about him~
Guy thought for a moment he had caught a glimmer of something - new - in Allan’s eyes, but it disappeared.
~Such soft-looking lips, that boy . . . I’ve never kissed a man~
Guy abruptly cleared his throat. “Time we got our shirts on or Minerva will be bawling us out,” he rumbled.
~Of course I’ve never kissed a man! I really can’t let my thoughts go there. What the fuck is wrong with me these days?~
Allan nodded. He shot a quick glance Guy’s way as the master at arms pulled his black shirt over his head and down over the rippling planes of his taut stomach . . .
He gulped.
~Bloody hell, it’s a good thing Giz can’t read my mind …~
Guy shook his mane back out of his eyes and watched, eyes narrowed, as Allan slipped into his own brown shirt, inadvertently tousling his bronze-hued curls as he did so.
Guy had a sudden mad desire to run his fingers through those coppery locks and see what Allan’s lips did feel like . . .
His tongue darted out to lick his own lips.
~God’s teeth, it is a good thing Allan can’t read my mind . . .~
“Boys, let’s get a move on,” Minerva’s raspy voice called.
Allan and Guy glanced at each other.
“She Who Must Be Obeyed,” Allan said with a shrug and an almost-shy smile.
Guy gave a nod as he raked his fingers through his dark mane.
“Indeed,” he rumbled.
He found he was quite hungry all of the sudden. And needing to escape from Allan’s presence. And so wishing he . . .
Allan looked at Guy curiously. There was something - funny - going on, but he couldn’t quite put a finger on it.
Minerva’s grey head suddenly popped through the door. “Here’s hopin’ you two are decent. Zeus is about to scarp down this fine joint, veg and all your ale if you aren’t quick about it, lads.”
Guy blinked and smiled. “We’re on our way, Minerva.”
He gave Allan a brief, enigmatic glance and then strode out the door.
Allan sighed and scratched his head before following. ~I wish I understood Giz a little better - I wish . . . oh, hell~
*~*~*~*
The meal was delicious. And quiet. Minerva eyed Allan and Guy with interest: Guy, a faraway look in his eyes, licking a drop of gravy from his bottom lip; Allan’s eyes surreptitiously following the movement of the master-at-arm’s tongue. Allan, sucking the gravy from his fingers, one by one, as Guy cut quick glances his way, his adam’s apple bobbing.
A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. ~Those two are most carefully avoidin’ each other. But they can’t take their eyes off each other, either. It’s beginning now, isn’t it?~
Guy suddenly felt a slight tug at his leg. Glancing down, he saw two dark eyes shining piteously up at him.
“Well, Zeus, you little beggar, what do you want?” Guy rumbled.
Zeus cocked his head and gave a sharp little bark.
The puppy stood up on its hind legs, tail wagging furiously as he placed his front paws against Guy’s thigh.
Allan smiled. “See, Guy. I told you he likes you.”
Guy smirked. “He just wants something tasty, that’s all,” he rumbled.
Allan gave a small sigh. ~Don’t we all~
Guy frowned. “Get down, Zeus, we’ll have no beggars in this manor,” he said sternly, shooting the puppy a dark look, before lifting a piece of bread to his mouth and taking a large bite, chewing with his customary gusto.
Allan sighed again. ~I do love it when he’s both commandin’ you around AND eatin’ . . .~
Minerva just smiled.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Soon enough it was time to don their Robin and Little John disguises and get a nod of approval from Minerva.
“Be careful lads, keep your heads about you, and bring home the goods . . . must keep that nasty little troll sweet,” she said, tilting her wiry grey head, a mischievous sparkle in her black eyes.
“No fears, Minerva - I’ll watch out for him,” Allan replied with a cheeky grin as he adjusted his Hood-like hood.
Guy sniffed ominously, although there was a tell-tale twitch at the corner of his mouth.
“Look out for one another,” Minerva said with a knowing smile. You are a team, after all . . .”
*~*~*~*~*
“I am Robin Hood - and I steal from the rich and give to the poor . . .”
The two young ladies - as alike as two peas in a pod - smiled at the handsome young outlaw outside their carriage door.
“Hullo . . .” they cooed together, simultaneously fiddling with their golden curls and batting their wide blue eyes in his direction.
“Robin” grinned cheekily. “Hullo there. I see we have double the beauty and charm today.”
Their father, Lord McGowan, a tall, grey-haired, put-upon looking man, cleared his throat loudly. “Flirtations are not necessary.”
He shot his twin daughters a warning look, to which they paid little heed. One raised her dainty hand and waggled her fingers at the robber, who winked in reply. The other giggled.
“Roberta. Ramona. Behave yourselves.”
“Yes, Father,” they said demurely, before erupting into another chorus of giggles.
“Little John,” menacing the driver upfront, shot the man a ferocious look. “Don’t even think about moo-ving a moo-scle,” he growled.
The big man peered around the carriage at the peals of girlish laughter and shook his head.
~Allan, can’t resist spreading that charm of his around~
“Best get doon to business, Robin, and stop dallyin’ with the lah-dies,” he called out.
“Robin” grinned. “Little John has got a point. We’ve got more outlawin’ to do, folks, so - your money and valuables, if you please."
Roberta gave him a coy smile. “You’d strip us of all our valuables?”
She and Ramona leaned forward, giving the outlaw a glimpse of their plump young breasts heaving above their tunics. There was a definite glint in their cornflower eyes that was unmistakable.
“Robin” bit his lip. ~God’s breath, I think I may be blushing! Am I losing my touch?~
“Now, that wouldn’t be proper, would it?” He smiled. “But I will take that pretty ring off your finger - Ramona? Or is it Roberta?”
The twins made a joint moue of disappointment as Ramona slipped the delicately woven silver band from her slender finger and presented it to the outlaw.
“Hood” kissed it and tucked it in his purse. “I’ll cherish it forever, dear lady.” Ramona giggled. Roberta pouted.
McGowan sighed and held up a purse clinking with coins. “Suppose you’ll be wanting this as well, Hood?”
“Right in one. And all your rings, please,” the outlaw replied briskly.
His victim gaped. “But you let the girls keep most of their baubles . . .”
Allan gave him a cheeky grin. “No offense, but they are much prettier than you. And ladies need their pretty trinkets, don’t they?”
McGowan begrudgingly gave his numerous rings - his one vanity was his long, elegant fingers, shown off to such an advantage by his jewelry - to the outlaw.
Just as he placed them in the young man’s hands, McGowan paused and spoke in a low, conspiratorial tone.
“You haven’t run across any - eligible bachelors in your raids, have you?”
The outlaw goggled.
McGowan sighed. “No, I thought not.”
*~*~*~*~*
“Can’t resist charming the ladies, can you, Allan? Taking tokens from them as trophies . . .”
The pretend outlaws were sorting through their ill-gotten gains.
Guy’s rumbling tone bore a mix of humor and disapproval, Allan thought.
Allan looked up from pouring over the contents of the Lord McGowan’s purse and scratched his head. “Those two weren’t altogether ladies, if you ask me. And they started it.”
Allan shrugged. “Pushin’ their tits in my face, almost. Embarrassed me.”
Guy’s dark brows rose. “You, Allan? Embarrassed by such a thing?” He leaned on his Little John staff and shot Allan an enigmatic glance. “I’d have thought you would welcome such attentions from ripe and willing females.”
Guy cleared his throat, adding off-handedly, “Not that it’s any of my business, of course.”
Allan thought back to that disastrous encounter with Martha.
~Oh, Giz, if you only knew~
“Well, guess you’re wrong this time, Giz,” he mumbled, averting his face from Guy.
Guy crinkled his brow. “Is something the matter, Allan?”
The genuine tone of concern in his voice made Allan turn his bright blue gaze toward the older man.
“I’m alright, guess I had a bit too much of Minerva’s delicious joint, feelin’ a bit out o’ sorts, I reckon,” Allan shrugged and smiled. “Thanks for askin’, though.”
~Wish I could tell you the truth for once~
Guy nodded. “Probably too much excitement on top of it, ‘Robin’.”
~And why the hell do I feel jealous of two silly, simpering girls? What is happening to me . . .~
Guy gave Allan a comradely smile, which heartened the lad.
~I’m desperate for anything I can get from him, I guess~
*~*~*~*~*
Their second, and final, raid of the day went without a hitch. There were no ladies, simpering or otherwise, to be a distraction, just a rather oily-mannered member of the gentry who seemed rather pleased to be held up by the famous Robin Hood and Little John.
A very wealthy oil-mannered fellow. Guy and Allan chuckled with glee as they sorted through the valuables they had taken from him.
“Imagine Vasey’s face when he sees all this,” Allan said, rubbing his hands together and giving a whistle.
Guy smirked. “He’ll smile on the outside, but inside he’ll be furious, you know.” He held up a glittering coin. “The old devil hates to be bested . . . I should know.”
Allan noted the distant, sad look in Guy’s eyes. “How’d you ever end up workin’ for the troll, anyway? You’re too good for him.”
Guy turned his beautiful eyes on Allan, crinkling his brow.
“Because I had little other choice. I was a desperate boy without family or connections.”
He smirked. “And if I was ever ‘too good,’ as you say, I’ve obviously proven that wrong . . .” Guy sighed and dropped the coin back in the pile.
“There are second chances, Guy. You gave me another chance, didn’t you?” Allan said earnestly.
Guy narrowed his eyes, a smile tugging at his mouth’s corner. “I’m not sure that between you and Minerva, I had much of a choice in the matter.” He clapped a hand on Allan’s shoulder.
“Come on, let’s show She Who Must Be Obeyed our latest haul . . .”
*~*~*~*~*~*
Night had fallen. Guy and Allan were in their beds, but they were not asleep.
Far from it.
Guy lay naked, sprawled across his mattress, his dark mane disheveled on his pillow.
He could not banish the images from his mind. Allan’s bright blue eyes laughing at him, that cheeky grin of his . . . broad-shouldered and well-fit beneath his shirt - and his trousers.
~A pretty lad with a pretty arse. Smooth skin, a soft honey color now from the sun, those soft-looking lips and curls. A sweetness there I want to taste and touch and know . . .~
He’d admitted it to himself. And he didn’t try to banish the thoughts any longer. Groaning, Guy rubbed his hardening cock, spitting on his fingers to provide lubrication, desperate for relief.
In the moonlight, he glimpsed something new on his night table.
A jar. It was oil.
~Minerva must have put it there for sore muscles~
Guy smirked.
~I’ve got a muscle that needs some attention~
Guy dipped his long, elegant fingers into the oil, and wrapped them around his hardening cock. He began to stroke it, imagining Allan’s hand was going the same.
~Allan’s hand, Allan’s mouth, his tongue~
Closing his eyes, Guy arched his neck, shaking back his raven mane of hair as he caught his breath sharply.
Guy stroked his swollen member with greater intensity, his hard breaths turning into a panting. Maybe he was mad, but there, alone in his bedchamber, he didn’t care anymore.
Guy imagined the two of them under the water again, only this time the touches were purposeful. Toying with each other’s nipples, cupping those firm, bare arses, gripping muscular arms and thighs, taking their pleasure with one another . . .
~my cock in Allan’s mouth~
Guy groaned, his tongue darting out to trace his lips. His naked body writhed upon the bed as he continued to pleasure himself.
He didn’t know he had someone watching him.
*~*~*~*
Allan tossed and turned in his bed. He couldn’t get the thoughts of Guy out of his head. Beautiful, sad, smouldering Guy. His friend. His -
Allan caught his breath. ~What I want from him, I can’t have, can I?~
Lust and longing and love were all mixed up in his head. Lust was winning the battle, it seemed. His cock was standing at attention inside his braes.
He rubbed it through the cloth, shaking his head. Then he noticed something unfamiliar on his bedside table. A jar of oil.
“Good old Minerva, always thinkin’ of our sore muscles . . . ‘course, you could use it for other things, I reckon.” Allan said aloud, a naughty smile spreading across his face.
Allan wrapped his oiled hand around his stiffening prick and exhaled with satisfaction. “Oh, sod it,that feels good.”
~Imagine what those long, lovely fingers of Guy’s would feel like doing this~
He heard a cry, a sort of groan. Guy. ~He must be havin’ another bad dream~
Allan suddenly felt guilty for what he was doing. Stuffing his cock back into his braes and clutching a pillow in front of him, he hurried out the door to check on his friend.
He could hear Guy’s pants and moans. Easing the door opening slightly, Allan peeked inside and caught his breath.
The moonlight shining in revealed Guy, naked, sweat gleaming on his muscular body, his cock in his hand . . . eyes closed and mouth open.
Allan gulped. He dropped the pillow.
His hand trailed down inside his braes, grasping his even stiffer cock.
He pressed himself back against the corridor wall, pumping himself hard as he listened to Guy’s panting and groans.
As his warm seed suddenly spurt into his hand, Allan gave his own guttural cry. ~Oh shit~ He clapped his free hand over his mouth.
Guy’s eyes flew open. ~What was that?~
“Allan?” The younger man’s eyes goggled. Retrieving the pillow, he moved as quickly and quietly as he could back to his chamber.
Grabbing his sheet, Guy wrapped himself in it and padded across the room. He looked out the door but saw no one there. Allan’s door was closed.
He shrugged his shoulders and was about to go back into his chamber, when he noticed something glittering in the floor.
Guy leaned down and picked it up, carrying to where the moonlight shown in. His eyes widened in surprise.
~ The silver ring Allan had kept as a token from their robbery~
Back in his chamber, Allan was tucked up under the sheet, eyes squeezed shut. After seeing Guy like that, he didn’t think he’d ever get to sleep . .
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Guy slept fitfully that night.
The dreams weren’t as frequent, but they still came. They still mortified and terrified him.
~I never loved you, Guy . . . why do you work for the sheriff? . . . you’re a decent man, you’re not a murderer . . . I don’t love YOU . . . not if you were the last man on earth . . . you’re a miserable failure, Gisborne . . . I never loved you . . .nevernevernever~
He awoke in the gloom with a start, gasping hard, hands clenching the sweat-soaked sheets.
Guy gave a small cry of despair. Burying his face in his large hands, he sobbed.
~Oh, Marian, I never meant to hurt you, but why did you lie to me again and again and again. Did I truly mean nothing to you?~
Allan wasn’t sleeping well either. He couldn’t keep Guy out of his mind. So many feelings - lust, affection, sadness, concern, adoration, and yes, love - overwhelmed the young man. He’d admitted to Puppy he loved Guy. Would he ever be able to tell Guy how he felt?
He frowned. He could hear a sound. Not the puppy, no. It was a person, crying.
“Guy . . .” He quickly slipped out of bed. Lighting a candle, he padded down the corridor in his bare feet, wearing only his braes. It had been another warm, sticky night.
“Guy?” Allan stopped at the door to Guy’s chamber. He pushed the door open, holding up the candle. Guy was sitting up in bed, his dark tangle of hair fallen forward, head in his hands and his bare shoulders shaking.
“Guy!” Allan went to his side, placing the candle on the table by the bed.
“Is it - is it the bad dreams again?” Allan hesitated, and then put a comforting hand on Guy’s shoulder as he sat down beside the distraught man.
“If - if you need to talk, please - I’m here. I will listen,” Allan said earnestly.
He half-expected Guy to flinch or push him away, roar at him a bit.
But he didn’t.
Instead, Guy raised his head, flicking back his black locks. He rubbed his eyes, blinked hard and heaved a deep sigh.
“It was never meant to happen, Allan. Marian. Her death,” he said in a raspy voice. He swallowed.
“I truly cared for her and - I thought she cared for me. I - thought - she could grow to - love me,” Guy said, his voice trailing off into a sigh.
Allan nodded. “I know you cared for Maz. Don’t forget, I was there. I saw how you protected her even after you found out she was the Nightwatchman. You put yourself at risk.”
Guy glanced at Allan, the faintest smile tugging at his mouth. “You put yourself at a bit of risk, too, as I recall . . .”
Allan shrugged a little. “I cared about her, too. I care about - you.”
Now Guy did flinch. He turned his dark head away from Allan.
~How can you care, boy, when I’ve done what I’ve done~
“But I killed her. I killed Marian. How can you - ?”
“Look. Did you do it on purpose?”
Guy furrowed his brow. “Whot?”
Allan licked his lips. “It was some kind of accident, right - whot happened to Marian?”
~It had to be . . . because I can’t believe you did it in cold blood~
Guy gave a shuddering breath. “She - she told me she never planned to marry me. That she’d only ever loved Robin Hood.”
His lips twisted into an anguished grimace.
“She wouldn’t have married me if I were the last man on earth . . . she kept saying those things, and she was laughing, laughing, standing there in white with her arms outspread, like some sort of avenging angel . . . and all my dreams and hopes just - died.”
Guy closed his eyes tight. “I just wanted her to stop talking. To stop saying all those hurtful things. To be - quiet. That’s all. I didn’t want her to die . . . .”
Guy heaved a breath.
“She was trying to protect King Richard from me, from my duty to Vasey to assassinate the king, you see,” Guy said, licking his lips.
“And I had told her to get out of my way, I had drawn my sword - I begged her - I said it was our way to be together and she was laughing at me - and it’s - almost like she - wanted me to . . .” Guy paused, tears starting to fill his tortured blue eyes again.
“It all happened before I knew-”
Guy dropped his head again. “I never, never meant to kill her, or even hurt a single hair on her head . . .”
“Guy . . .” Allan sighed and, without thinking, put his arm around Guy’s shoulder.
“I’m so sorry. God, I knew- I knew you didn’t do it on purpose. I know you’ve done a lot of bad things for the sheriff, but - never Marian. You couldn’t.” Allan paused.
“I think it is a good thing for you to let it out. Don’t be ashamed.”
Guy felt the warmth of Allan’s touch, the muscles of the boy’s arm tensing against Guy. It felt so good.
~The only person who ever touched me with affection - or what I thought was affection - since I was a boy, was Marian. I certainly can’t count Vasey’s pawings. Or the lusty couplings with wenches. That’s why this feels so - welcome~
Guy cleared his throat and gently pushed Allan’s arm from his shoulder. “Thank you, Allan. I did need to talk, I suppose. But I am sorry I woke you . . .” He lay back on the bed and closed his eyes.
The bone-deep weariness seemed to overtake him again.
“Go back to bed, Allan. Get some rest. I’m unlikely to trouble you again tonight.”
Allan rose to his feet. He looked at Guy, his muscular torso bare; glossy black hair fanned out on his pillow, his delicately-shaped mouth slightly open.
~So much beauty and so much torment in one man~
“She was wrong.”
Guy’s eyes fluttered open. “Whot?”
“Marian. She was wrong. She did care for you. I’m certain of it.”
Allan licked his lips.
“And somethin’ else. Look, I thought Maz was a great girl, but - I wish she hadn’t used you like that. To get information for Robin.”
He dropped his head as he shrugged. “Just wasn’t fair, really.”
“Whoever said life was fair, Allan?”
Guy’s voice rumbled.
A sigh.
“Anyway, thank you, Allan. You - you’re a good friend.”
Allan smiled. “Yeah, well, partners in crime, we gotta look out for each other, right?”
A small chuckle. “Yeah, I suppose we do. Now, go to bed.”
Allan nodded, picked up the candle and turned to exit the room.
“Allan?”
He paused. “Yeah, Giz?”
“We can’t call that puppy ‘Puppy’ forever, since he is going to be as big as a house one day. Zeus will suffice . . .”
Allan grinned broadly. “Zeus it is, Giz.”
~I knew the pup was a good idea. And he’s finally talkin’ . . .~
Heartened, Allan went back to his chamber.
~*~*~*
Guy stared at the ceiling. He thought of what Allan said about Marian caring for him, admitting she had used him.
~There were so many lies between us. I built my castle of dreams on smoke. Such a fool . . .~
He placed his pillows back in a row, settled down in his customary embrace of them.
~So now I have to somehow go on~
A small smile appeared on his face.
~With a feisty old lady who loves to order me about, a cheeky former outlaw I may be a little too fond of, and - a puppy - named Zeus~
His mouth twisted.
~And that troll, Vasey. What a motley assortment are we. Life is - strange . . . ~
Guy closed his eyes and finally drifted off to a dreamless sleep.
*~*~*
In his chamber, Allan stared at the ceiling.
~I knew - I knew Guy never meant to do it. Robin was wrong.
Sometimes, I think Robin was wrong about a lot of things~
He heard a small grunt and snuffling sound in the chamber. “Pu- I mean, Zeus, is that you?”
An answering whine.
“Come here, little fella.” Allan reached down and picked up the squirming puppy, holding him close.
“Don’t reckon Minerva would want you in the bed with me, but - sod it, I could use a cuddle, Zeus.” Allan set the little mastiff down beside him on the mattress. Zeus circled around several times before snuggling up against him with a happy sigh.
Allan, his arm wrapped around the Zeus’s comforting apricot fur, dozed off. Locksley Manor fell peaceful for a few hours.
*~*~*~*
Allan and Guy prepared to do more mock battle the next morning, yet another hot one. Both men were stripped to the waist.
Guy spun his “Little John” staff in his long, nimble fingers, sinew and muscle rippling once more in the sunlight. He tossed back his raven locks and smiled a little. “Think I am getting the hang of this thing.”
He raised the staff above his head, biceps flexing, putting on a menacing snarl as he narrowed his blue eyes.
“Do I look properly threatening enough, Allan?” He rumbled in his deep voice.
Allan had a sudden wish for a cold, grey winter’s day that would require the master at arms to wear a heavy tunic. That way, he wouldn’t look quite so - naked. And strong. And, well -
“So when and where do we next plunder and pillage, Allan?”
“Whot?”
Guy lowered the staff to the ground and leaned against it.
“I said - when do we have our next raid? Where will our next ambush take place . . . you are good and awake, aren’t you?” Guy raised his brows quizzically.
Allan blinked. “Uh, sorry, Giz, I got - distracted for just a moment.”
He tapped his sword against his leg. “I’m thinkin’ we’ve got two great possibilities to our north this afternoon for baggin’ a windfall - accordin’ to my sources.”
Guy smirked. “Who are these mysterious sources of yours?”
Allan grinned. “I’d tell ya, but - I would have to kill ya, Giz.”
Guy suddenly thrust forward with the staff, forcing Allan to duck.
“Oww - watch it there, Giz!”
Guy grinned. “You, my cheeky young friend, best stay on your toes . . .”
Allan nodded. He liked the teasing spark he saw in Guy’s blue eyes. Then again, there didn’t seem to be much about Guy these days he didn’t like.
Allan lifted his sword. “Ready to take me on, Big Man?”
“Yep.”
Allan grinned. “Then let the games begin . . .”
Minerva, Zeus pulling at her skirts, watched from the doorway as the two battled it out.
“Quit that, you naughty boy.” Scolding the puppy, Minerva lifted him up in her arms.
“They make a fine pair, don’t they, Zeus? They’ve only got to realize how much they need and want each other . . . Allan and Sir Guy would be so good for each other.” She smiled.
“They already are . . .”
She stroked Zeus’s head and whispered into his ear.
“If it’s within my power, I won’t see the same thing happen to them, as happened to my Adam, Zeus. And that’s a promise.”
*~*~*~*
Minerva was determined to prepare the boys for their outlaw escapades. After a wash-up, a good meal, and bit of playtime and rest, they would be ready to tackle more unsuspecting rich folks.
And Allan and Guy had learned it was pretty much futile to argue with Minerva.
There was no time for a visit to Turner’s Pond that day, but Minerva had fresh water, soap and cloths ready for the boys.
“Get all that sweat and dust wiped off, you two, and come enjoy your food before Zeus talks me out of it all,” she said.
Guy narrowed his eyes at the pup. “Don’t get any ideas, you little bastard,” he growled as he raked his fingers through his mane.
Zeus gave a great yawn.
Allan smirked. “I think he’s sayin’ your bark is worse than your bite, Giz.”
Guy shot Allan a dark look and sniffed. “If Zeus decides to chew those expensive boots of mine he’ll discover my bite . . .”
Minerva clucked. “Time’s a-wastin’, Sir Guy, get thee hence and get washed up.”
Guy sighed. “Yes, Minerva,” he replied almost meekly.
Allan hid his smirk this time with a quick turn of his head.
The two men lathered their cloths with the soap Minerva provided and began wiping the sweat from their bodies.
Allan tried to concentrate on his own task, but caught himself furtively peeking as Guy massaged his long throat and broad chest, and then worked his way down his long, muscular arms with the cloth, before dipping it in the water to rinse it.
Wringing it out with those long, elegant fingers of his (~damn! Am I doomed to moon over every part of Guy’s anatomy?~) Guy went back over his smooth, firm flesh, which the sun had turned a little darker, more honey-toned in recent days . . .
~Honeydrizzledoverhisflatstomachlickitoflickitoff~
“Oh…” Allan closed his eyes and gave a small groan.
Guy paused as he wiped his underarms and gave Allan a quizzical look.
“Did you say something?”
Allan’s eyes flew open. “I said-er-oh, how good it feels to clean up, yeah, great idea of Minerva’s, as usual,” he babbled.
Guy nodded slowly, raising one sardonic brow.
“You didn’t get too much sun out there, did you, my friend?”
~Friend. Why does it make me so happy to hear him say that?~
Allan blinked and smiled. “No, no-just excited about another raid, that’s all. You know me, Giz.”
Guy smirked, the teasing gleam back in his blue eyes as he looked at Allan, who wore his familiar cheeky grin.
~The lad is looking fit. And he’s getting a rather nice golden colour about him~
Guy thought for a moment he had caught a glimmer of something - new - in Allan’s eyes, but it disappeared.
~Such soft-looking lips, that boy . . . I’ve never kissed a man~
Guy abruptly cleared his throat. “Time we got our shirts on or Minerva will be bawling us out,” he rumbled.
~Of course I’ve never kissed a man! I really can’t let my thoughts go there. What the fuck is wrong with me these days?~
Allan nodded. He shot a quick glance Guy’s way as the master at arms pulled his black shirt over his head and down over the rippling planes of his taut stomach . . .
He gulped.
~Bloody hell, it’s a good thing Giz can’t read my mind …~
Guy shook his mane back out of his eyes and watched, eyes narrowed, as Allan slipped into his own brown shirt, inadvertently tousling his bronze-hued curls as he did so.
Guy had a sudden mad desire to run his fingers through those coppery locks and see what Allan’s lips did feel like . . .
His tongue darted out to lick his own lips.
~God’s teeth, it is a good thing Allan can’t read my mind . . .~
“Boys, let’s get a move on,” Minerva’s raspy voice called.
Allan and Guy glanced at each other.
“She Who Must Be Obeyed,” Allan said with a shrug and an almost-shy smile.
Guy gave a nod as he raked his fingers through his dark mane.
“Indeed,” he rumbled.
He found he was quite hungry all of the sudden. And needing to escape from Allan’s presence. And so wishing he . . .
Allan looked at Guy curiously. There was something - funny - going on, but he couldn’t quite put a finger on it.
Minerva’s grey head suddenly popped through the door. “Here’s hopin’ you two are decent. Zeus is about to scarp down this fine joint, veg and all your ale if you aren’t quick about it, lads.”
Guy blinked and smiled. “We’re on our way, Minerva.”
He gave Allan a brief, enigmatic glance and then strode out the door.
Allan sighed and scratched his head before following. ~I wish I understood Giz a little better - I wish . . . oh, hell~
*~*~*~*
The meal was delicious. And quiet. Minerva eyed Allan and Guy with interest: Guy, a faraway look in his eyes, licking a drop of gravy from his bottom lip; Allan’s eyes surreptitiously following the movement of the master-at-arm’s tongue. Allan, sucking the gravy from his fingers, one by one, as Guy cut quick glances his way, his adam’s apple bobbing.
A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. ~Those two are most carefully avoidin’ each other. But they can’t take their eyes off each other, either. It’s beginning now, isn’t it?~
Guy suddenly felt a slight tug at his leg. Glancing down, he saw two dark eyes shining piteously up at him.
“Well, Zeus, you little beggar, what do you want?” Guy rumbled.
Zeus cocked his head and gave a sharp little bark.
The puppy stood up on its hind legs, tail wagging furiously as he placed his front paws against Guy’s thigh.
Allan smiled. “See, Guy. I told you he likes you.”
Guy smirked. “He just wants something tasty, that’s all,” he rumbled.
Allan gave a small sigh. ~Don’t we all~
Guy frowned. “Get down, Zeus, we’ll have no beggars in this manor,” he said sternly, shooting the puppy a dark look, before lifting a piece of bread to his mouth and taking a large bite, chewing with his customary gusto.
Allan sighed again. ~I do love it when he’s both commandin’ you around AND eatin’ . . .~
Minerva just smiled.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Soon enough it was time to don their Robin and Little John disguises and get a nod of approval from Minerva.
“Be careful lads, keep your heads about you, and bring home the goods . . . must keep that nasty little troll sweet,” she said, tilting her wiry grey head, a mischievous sparkle in her black eyes.
“No fears, Minerva - I’ll watch out for him,” Allan replied with a cheeky grin as he adjusted his Hood-like hood.
Guy sniffed ominously, although there was a tell-tale twitch at the corner of his mouth.
“Look out for one another,” Minerva said with a knowing smile. You are a team, after all . . .”
*~*~*~*~*
“I am Robin Hood - and I steal from the rich and give to the poor . . .”
The two young ladies - as alike as two peas in a pod - smiled at the handsome young outlaw outside their carriage door.
“Hullo . . .” they cooed together, simultaneously fiddling with their golden curls and batting their wide blue eyes in his direction.
“Robin” grinned cheekily. “Hullo there. I see we have double the beauty and charm today.”
Their father, Lord McGowan, a tall, grey-haired, put-upon looking man, cleared his throat loudly. “Flirtations are not necessary.”
He shot his twin daughters a warning look, to which they paid little heed. One raised her dainty hand and waggled her fingers at the robber, who winked in reply. The other giggled.
“Roberta. Ramona. Behave yourselves.”
“Yes, Father,” they said demurely, before erupting into another chorus of giggles.
“Little John,” menacing the driver upfront, shot the man a ferocious look. “Don’t even think about moo-ving a moo-scle,” he growled.
The big man peered around the carriage at the peals of girlish laughter and shook his head.
~Allan, can’t resist spreading that charm of his around~
“Best get doon to business, Robin, and stop dallyin’ with the lah-dies,” he called out.
“Robin” grinned. “Little John has got a point. We’ve got more outlawin’ to do, folks, so - your money and valuables, if you please."
Roberta gave him a coy smile. “You’d strip us of all our valuables?”
She and Ramona leaned forward, giving the outlaw a glimpse of their plump young breasts heaving above their tunics. There was a definite glint in their cornflower eyes that was unmistakable.
“Robin” bit his lip. ~God’s breath, I think I may be blushing! Am I losing my touch?~
“Now, that wouldn’t be proper, would it?” He smiled. “But I will take that pretty ring off your finger - Ramona? Or is it Roberta?”
The twins made a joint moue of disappointment as Ramona slipped the delicately woven silver band from her slender finger and presented it to the outlaw.
“Hood” kissed it and tucked it in his purse. “I’ll cherish it forever, dear lady.” Ramona giggled. Roberta pouted.
McGowan sighed and held up a purse clinking with coins. “Suppose you’ll be wanting this as well, Hood?”
“Right in one. And all your rings, please,” the outlaw replied briskly.
His victim gaped. “But you let the girls keep most of their baubles . . .”
Allan gave him a cheeky grin. “No offense, but they are much prettier than you. And ladies need their pretty trinkets, don’t they?”
McGowan begrudgingly gave his numerous rings - his one vanity was his long, elegant fingers, shown off to such an advantage by his jewelry - to the outlaw.
Just as he placed them in the young man’s hands, McGowan paused and spoke in a low, conspiratorial tone.
“You haven’t run across any - eligible bachelors in your raids, have you?”
The outlaw goggled.
McGowan sighed. “No, I thought not.”
*~*~*~*~*
“Can’t resist charming the ladies, can you, Allan? Taking tokens from them as trophies . . .”
The pretend outlaws were sorting through their ill-gotten gains.
Guy’s rumbling tone bore a mix of humor and disapproval, Allan thought.
Allan looked up from pouring over the contents of the Lord McGowan’s purse and scratched his head. “Those two weren’t altogether ladies, if you ask me. And they started it.”
Allan shrugged. “Pushin’ their tits in my face, almost. Embarrassed me.”
Guy’s dark brows rose. “You, Allan? Embarrassed by such a thing?” He leaned on his Little John staff and shot Allan an enigmatic glance. “I’d have thought you would welcome such attentions from ripe and willing females.”
Guy cleared his throat, adding off-handedly, “Not that it’s any of my business, of course.”
Allan thought back to that disastrous encounter with Martha.
~Oh, Giz, if you only knew~
“Well, guess you’re wrong this time, Giz,” he mumbled, averting his face from Guy.
Guy crinkled his brow. “Is something the matter, Allan?”
The genuine tone of concern in his voice made Allan turn his bright blue gaze toward the older man.
“I’m alright, guess I had a bit too much of Minerva’s delicious joint, feelin’ a bit out o’ sorts, I reckon,” Allan shrugged and smiled. “Thanks for askin’, though.”
~Wish I could tell you the truth for once~
Guy nodded. “Probably too much excitement on top of it, ‘Robin’.”
~And why the hell do I feel jealous of two silly, simpering girls? What is happening to me . . .~
Guy gave Allan a comradely smile, which heartened the lad.
~I’m desperate for anything I can get from him, I guess~
*~*~*~*~*
Their second, and final, raid of the day went without a hitch. There were no ladies, simpering or otherwise, to be a distraction, just a rather oily-mannered member of the gentry who seemed rather pleased to be held up by the famous Robin Hood and Little John.
A very wealthy oil-mannered fellow. Guy and Allan chuckled with glee as they sorted through the valuables they had taken from him.
“Imagine Vasey’s face when he sees all this,” Allan said, rubbing his hands together and giving a whistle.
Guy smirked. “He’ll smile on the outside, but inside he’ll be furious, you know.” He held up a glittering coin. “The old devil hates to be bested . . . I should know.”
Allan noted the distant, sad look in Guy’s eyes. “How’d you ever end up workin’ for the troll, anyway? You’re too good for him.”
Guy turned his beautiful eyes on Allan, crinkling his brow.
“Because I had little other choice. I was a desperate boy without family or connections.”
He smirked. “And if I was ever ‘too good,’ as you say, I’ve obviously proven that wrong . . .” Guy sighed and dropped the coin back in the pile.
“There are second chances, Guy. You gave me another chance, didn’t you?” Allan said earnestly.
Guy narrowed his eyes, a smile tugging at his mouth’s corner. “I’m not sure that between you and Minerva, I had much of a choice in the matter.” He clapped a hand on Allan’s shoulder.
“Come on, let’s show She Who Must Be Obeyed our latest haul . . .”
*~*~*~*~*~*
Night had fallen. Guy and Allan were in their beds, but they were not asleep.
Far from it.
Guy lay naked, sprawled across his mattress, his dark mane disheveled on his pillow.
He could not banish the images from his mind. Allan’s bright blue eyes laughing at him, that cheeky grin of his . . . broad-shouldered and well-fit beneath his shirt - and his trousers.
~A pretty lad with a pretty arse. Smooth skin, a soft honey color now from the sun, those soft-looking lips and curls. A sweetness there I want to taste and touch and know . . .~
He’d admitted it to himself. And he didn’t try to banish the thoughts any longer. Groaning, Guy rubbed his hardening cock, spitting on his fingers to provide lubrication, desperate for relief.
In the moonlight, he glimpsed something new on his night table.
A jar. It was oil.
~Minerva must have put it there for sore muscles~
Guy smirked.
~I’ve got a muscle that needs some attention~
Guy dipped his long, elegant fingers into the oil, and wrapped them around his hardening cock. He began to stroke it, imagining Allan’s hand was going the same.
~Allan’s hand, Allan’s mouth, his tongue~
Closing his eyes, Guy arched his neck, shaking back his raven mane of hair as he caught his breath sharply.
Guy stroked his swollen member with greater intensity, his hard breaths turning into a panting. Maybe he was mad, but there, alone in his bedchamber, he didn’t care anymore.
Guy imagined the two of them under the water again, only this time the touches were purposeful. Toying with each other’s nipples, cupping those firm, bare arses, gripping muscular arms and thighs, taking their pleasure with one another . . .
~my cock in Allan’s mouth~
Guy groaned, his tongue darting out to trace his lips. His naked body writhed upon the bed as he continued to pleasure himself.
He didn’t know he had someone watching him.
*~*~*~*
Allan tossed and turned in his bed. He couldn’t get the thoughts of Guy out of his head. Beautiful, sad, smouldering Guy. His friend. His -
Allan caught his breath. ~What I want from him, I can’t have, can I?~
Lust and longing and love were all mixed up in his head. Lust was winning the battle, it seemed. His cock was standing at attention inside his braes.
He rubbed it through the cloth, shaking his head. Then he noticed something unfamiliar on his bedside table. A jar of oil.
“Good old Minerva, always thinkin’ of our sore muscles . . . ‘course, you could use it for other things, I reckon.” Allan said aloud, a naughty smile spreading across his face.
Allan wrapped his oiled hand around his stiffening prick and exhaled with satisfaction. “Oh, sod it,that feels good.”
~Imagine what those long, lovely fingers of Guy’s would feel like doing this~
He heard a cry, a sort of groan. Guy. ~He must be havin’ another bad dream~
Allan suddenly felt guilty for what he was doing. Stuffing his cock back into his braes and clutching a pillow in front of him, he hurried out the door to check on his friend.
He could hear Guy’s pants and moans. Easing the door opening slightly, Allan peeked inside and caught his breath.
The moonlight shining in revealed Guy, naked, sweat gleaming on his muscular body, his cock in his hand . . . eyes closed and mouth open.
Allan gulped. He dropped the pillow.
His hand trailed down inside his braes, grasping his even stiffer cock.
He pressed himself back against the corridor wall, pumping himself hard as he listened to Guy’s panting and groans.
As his warm seed suddenly spurt into his hand, Allan gave his own guttural cry. ~Oh shit~ He clapped his free hand over his mouth.
Guy’s eyes flew open. ~What was that?~
“Allan?” The younger man’s eyes goggled. Retrieving the pillow, he moved as quickly and quietly as he could back to his chamber.
Grabbing his sheet, Guy wrapped himself in it and padded across the room. He looked out the door but saw no one there. Allan’s door was closed.
He shrugged his shoulders and was about to go back into his chamber, when he noticed something glittering in the floor.
Guy leaned down and picked it up, carrying to where the moonlight shown in. His eyes widened in surprise.
~ The silver ring Allan had kept as a token from their robbery~
Back in his chamber, Allan was tucked up under the sheet, eyes squeezed shut. After seeing Guy like that, he didn’t think he’d ever get to sleep . .