"Too Much Honey"
Title: "Too Much Honey"
Copyright Notice: All characters owned by the BBC, BBC Wales and BBC America
Plot spoilers: Robin Hood Season 2 Episode 10 "Walkabout" (Lost Scene)
Pairings: Much/LittleJohn Implied: Will/Djaq
Warnings: Explicit slash scene (male/male sex). Not safe for work.
Rating: NC-17 (Explicit sexual content.)
Summary: Little John finds a new way to quiet Much.
Too Much Honey
by
DarkenTwisted
Much stood on his makeshift crutch and eyed the alarmingly growing number of honey pots littering his kitchen. He sighed deeply, “I wish Will and Djaq would find another . . . what was that word Marian used?”
Little John looked up from the rope he was busily tying knots in to make nets for the craftsman’s booby traps, “The word I believe, was ‘euphemism.’ Now do as Djaq said and lay down!” The order and stern look that followed, had the former servant hobbling back to the bunk with one of the honey pots, casting a rueful glare at the gentle giant’s direction.
The others had left camp to check on the people of Nottingham after Prince John’s army had threatened. It had been a long dark day previously and they were afraid the Sheriff would seek retribution on the villages, for losing the pact to the outlaws again.
Much was fussier than usual. He was nursing his wounded heart from hearing of Robin and Marian's engagement and a badly sprained ankle. After the adrenaline rush of running through the forest with Robin had worn off, it had swollen to double its size and it took two people to get his boot off. Djaq concluded it wasn’t broken but suggested he stay off of it for a couple of days. Little John assumed the role of reluctant nursemaid to the injured cook.
Much fidgeted restlessly on the bunk, getting the occasional disapproving look from the larger outlaw. He lifted the little wooden spoon out of the pot and let the golden liquid drizzle off the end. “It’s really amazing, you know?”
John abandoned all hope of finishing his project and looked at his impatient patient, “What would that be, Much?”
“All those little insects, those little bees, buzzing around, turning nectar into this,” Much punctuated the statement by letting another lazy rope drip into the pot.
John eyed his annoying friend with dissatisfaction, “Why don’t you take a nap?”
“Cause I’m not tired and it’s the middle of the day,” Much whined like a stubborn child.
John grunted, “Well. You’re injured, you’re cranky, and you’re on my nerves. Take...a...nap!”
Much folded his arms and pouted, “Don’t wanna!”
He then looked at the camp kitchen and sighed, “What to do with all that honey . . . ”
By now, John had fully reached the end of his own rope and went over to the fussy cook.
Growling, he reached down and yanked the tunic up and over the head of the shocked camp cook and roughly pulled down his leggings with a firm grunt. He then picked up the jar of honey and let a thin trail of the sticky liquid run down the former servant’s blonde chest to his groin and down the length of his member.
Much was a little frightened and gently protested against the larger man’s sudden aggression, “Have you gone mad? What are you doing?! Ohhhhh!”
John never was one for long explanations, as he leaned the other man back firmly and let his tongue lap greedily at the happy trail of honey. He paused to take each of the pink nipples nestled in blonde chest hair and gently chewed on them. The tall outlaw’s beard made the smaller man shudder as he continued lower. He followed the trail down to the thick joint of the blonde man and took its length, savoring the sweet taste of the honey mixed with the growing subtle taste of lust.
Much fidgeted with sensation, groaning and gasping with every flick of John’s tongue but the giant held him down firmly. Taking complete control, John gently raised the blonde cook’s legs and worked his honey coated mouth over each of the blonde man’s balls, biting and sucking just enough to elicit a groan of approval from above him. He raised the pot again, and let another sticky trail coat Much’s balls and slide onto his opening, as he lapped greedily with his long tongue. Much raised his legs higher as the sweet tongue warmly invaded his body and closed his eyes in abandon.
By this time John’s own need was taking hold and he worked at the lacings on his own leggings, allowing his growing huge length to be freed. Much opened his blue eyes and they clouded with lust at the sight of Johns erection. He shifted impatiently with want. John let a long string of saliva, coat the other man’s tight entrance and gently placed his hands on Much’s hips to guide him onto his cock.
Much tensed instantly at the sudden fullness and weakly worked his own cock until the pain subsided to pleasant heat. He nodded his head and John went deeper, until the cook was fully impaled on the thick member. He could feel the pendulous balls of the giant outlaw against his arse.
“Yessss John, take me” Much groaned looking at the large man with lust. The blonde swordsman matched the piston strokes of the outlaw with his own, taking him deeper with each push. John worked the servant’s cock with his large, gentle hands, moving the moist foreskin over the glistening pink head.
Brown eyes locked onto light blue ones, as John coaxed Much to release. The ex-servant moaned loudly and John could feel the blonde’s arse tightening as Much’s cock exploded in his hand. The sight triggered John’s own pent up lust as he flooded the cook’s backside with a loud yelp. The two men remained sweaty and connected for a good while, panting.
The large outlaw moved up and planted a bruising kiss on Much’s mouth, their beards mingled with the taste of lust and honey. John got fresh water and a rag and gently cleaned the injured cook and himself, then they got dressed again.
The giant placed a gentle kiss on the satiated man and stared shrewdly into his eyes, “Now, will you please rest?”
“Yes sirrah!” Much complied happily, as he lay back and closed his eyes, smiling. Soon he was gently snoring as John looked on with affection, happy for the quiet at last.
After that day, Much never complained about too much ‘honey’ again.
FIN
Copyright Notice: All characters owned by the BBC, BBC Wales and BBC America
Plot spoilers: Robin Hood Season 2 Episode 10 "Walkabout" (Lost Scene)
Pairings: Much/LittleJohn Implied: Will/Djaq
Warnings: Explicit slash scene (male/male sex). Not safe for work.
Rating: NC-17 (Explicit sexual content.)
Summary: Little John finds a new way to quiet Much.
Too Much Honey
by
DarkenTwisted
Much stood on his makeshift crutch and eyed the alarmingly growing number of honey pots littering his kitchen. He sighed deeply, “I wish Will and Djaq would find another . . . what was that word Marian used?”
Little John looked up from the rope he was busily tying knots in to make nets for the craftsman’s booby traps, “The word I believe, was ‘euphemism.’ Now do as Djaq said and lay down!” The order and stern look that followed, had the former servant hobbling back to the bunk with one of the honey pots, casting a rueful glare at the gentle giant’s direction.
The others had left camp to check on the people of Nottingham after Prince John’s army had threatened. It had been a long dark day previously and they were afraid the Sheriff would seek retribution on the villages, for losing the pact to the outlaws again.
Much was fussier than usual. He was nursing his wounded heart from hearing of Robin and Marian's engagement and a badly sprained ankle. After the adrenaline rush of running through the forest with Robin had worn off, it had swollen to double its size and it took two people to get his boot off. Djaq concluded it wasn’t broken but suggested he stay off of it for a couple of days. Little John assumed the role of reluctant nursemaid to the injured cook.
Much fidgeted restlessly on the bunk, getting the occasional disapproving look from the larger outlaw. He lifted the little wooden spoon out of the pot and let the golden liquid drizzle off the end. “It’s really amazing, you know?”
John abandoned all hope of finishing his project and looked at his impatient patient, “What would that be, Much?”
“All those little insects, those little bees, buzzing around, turning nectar into this,” Much punctuated the statement by letting another lazy rope drip into the pot.
John eyed his annoying friend with dissatisfaction, “Why don’t you take a nap?”
“Cause I’m not tired and it’s the middle of the day,” Much whined like a stubborn child.
John grunted, “Well. You’re injured, you’re cranky, and you’re on my nerves. Take...a...nap!”
Much folded his arms and pouted, “Don’t wanna!”
He then looked at the camp kitchen and sighed, “What to do with all that honey . . . ”
By now, John had fully reached the end of his own rope and went over to the fussy cook.
Growling, he reached down and yanked the tunic up and over the head of the shocked camp cook and roughly pulled down his leggings with a firm grunt. He then picked up the jar of honey and let a thin trail of the sticky liquid run down the former servant’s blonde chest to his groin and down the length of his member.
Much was a little frightened and gently protested against the larger man’s sudden aggression, “Have you gone mad? What are you doing?! Ohhhhh!”
John never was one for long explanations, as he leaned the other man back firmly and let his tongue lap greedily at the happy trail of honey. He paused to take each of the pink nipples nestled in blonde chest hair and gently chewed on them. The tall outlaw’s beard made the smaller man shudder as he continued lower. He followed the trail down to the thick joint of the blonde man and took its length, savoring the sweet taste of the honey mixed with the growing subtle taste of lust.
Much fidgeted with sensation, groaning and gasping with every flick of John’s tongue but the giant held him down firmly. Taking complete control, John gently raised the blonde cook’s legs and worked his honey coated mouth over each of the blonde man’s balls, biting and sucking just enough to elicit a groan of approval from above him. He raised the pot again, and let another sticky trail coat Much’s balls and slide onto his opening, as he lapped greedily with his long tongue. Much raised his legs higher as the sweet tongue warmly invaded his body and closed his eyes in abandon.
By this time John’s own need was taking hold and he worked at the lacings on his own leggings, allowing his growing huge length to be freed. Much opened his blue eyes and they clouded with lust at the sight of Johns erection. He shifted impatiently with want. John let a long string of saliva, coat the other man’s tight entrance and gently placed his hands on Much’s hips to guide him onto his cock.
Much tensed instantly at the sudden fullness and weakly worked his own cock until the pain subsided to pleasant heat. He nodded his head and John went deeper, until the cook was fully impaled on the thick member. He could feel the pendulous balls of the giant outlaw against his arse.
“Yessss John, take me” Much groaned looking at the large man with lust. The blonde swordsman matched the piston strokes of the outlaw with his own, taking him deeper with each push. John worked the servant’s cock with his large, gentle hands, moving the moist foreskin over the glistening pink head.
Brown eyes locked onto light blue ones, as John coaxed Much to release. The ex-servant moaned loudly and John could feel the blonde’s arse tightening as Much’s cock exploded in his hand. The sight triggered John’s own pent up lust as he flooded the cook’s backside with a loud yelp. The two men remained sweaty and connected for a good while, panting.
The large outlaw moved up and planted a bruising kiss on Much’s mouth, their beards mingled with the taste of lust and honey. John got fresh water and a rag and gently cleaned the injured cook and himself, then they got dressed again.
The giant placed a gentle kiss on the satiated man and stared shrewdly into his eyes, “Now, will you please rest?”
“Yes sirrah!” Much complied happily, as he lay back and closed his eyes, smiling. Soon he was gently snoring as John looked on with affection, happy for the quiet at last.
After that day, Much never complained about too much ‘honey’ again.
FIN