Drummers and Dragons - Chapter 3
Rating: Um, it's a light M because of sexual situations and nudity and yeah... I wasn't sure where to go with this
Author(s): Me and my mate, Kim.
Pairing: John Entwistle/Keith Moon
Warning(s): Umh, there's nothing REALLY gay in this but it just looks really gay
Disclaimer: I don't own anything blah blah
Author's Note: It was very hard to draw this while in school... that's all I have to say
Summary: The whole story in full has to do with John and Keith's forbidden relationship because it's the middle ages and everything is centered around the church, not to mention that Keith is a serf for the slightly sketchy Lord Townshend and John is sort of being... held captive? BATH TIME!
Chapter 3
The chamber - 30 minutes prior to sundown.
When Lord Townshend left the chamber the boy relaxed, stepping back and falling into a chair by the window. John smiled. "You've had the thrill of a lifetime in a matter of hours."
The boy hung his head, "When am I goin' 'ome?" he muttered, exhausted.
"You are not going home." The knight told him crossing the room to open the wardrobe but being stopped halfway.
"Wot do ya mean?" The boy stood.
The knight turned to face the boy, "You know the answers to these questions yet you still ask."
"Never does harm to be sure, wight?" The boy paused then took a step toward the knight. "Me mum named me Keef, yunno, if you're 'aving trouble addressin' me."
John couldn't help but smirk, what a proper introduction? "Your mum?" The knight turned back to the wardrobe and looked through the clothes. "You'll have to bathe yourself and dress since Townshend will probably ask us to dinner."
Keith furrowed his brow "Bathe myself?"
"Do you have the ability to sit still for longer than a few minutes?" The knight went to the door and stuck his head out, stopping a passing woman, he instructed that she direct him to the nearest tub which happened to be on this level.
John went back into the chamber and took the clothes from the bed then motioned for Keith to follow him. The two men exited the room and went down the hall to the bath. The woman, following the knight's request had already drawn the boy a bath and stood waiting for the boy to arrive.
"I will be bathing him. He just arrived from the fields and probably will not be too fond of the water. I feel that it would be best if someone a bit stronger, like myself, was to bathe him."
The woman quickly left, leaving the filled tub to the two men.
"Alright, Keith, get in." John instructed, gesturing toward the tub.
The boy shook his head.
The knight raised his eyebrows. "You have to bathe yourself, you are filthy."
"No, I am perfectly clean." Keith pouted and crossed his arms
The knight then reached over and lifted the boy off the ground, trying to direct him into the tub.
The boy resisted but he was no match for the knight. "Lemme go!!" Keith yelled, wiggling.
Though John was strong he still had quite the issue with the boy in his arms and while trying to get a better grip he lost control, dropping the filthy farm worker in the tub, causing the water to splash EVERYWHERE!! If you have ever washed a dog, specifically a large dog, you know what John was experiencing to a certain degree. John disregarded this and worked on holding the boy in the tub, trying to get his tunic off which was accidentally ripped in the process. The reason John didn't try to remove this before was Keith would be very slippery when nude and that would make getting him into the tub much more challenging. The boy's badly constructed breeches basically disintegrated in the bath water.
Keith stopped flailing when he was nude which made John feel rather sorry for the boy because he knew that he was feeling vulnerable. But John also knew that Keith needed to get clean and that was the top priority.
Telling the boy to sit still, the knight went to get some soap and... some more soap.. and some more soap. He broke up two bars of soap and threw them into the tub. When Keith saw the first few bubbles he began flailing again which caused the tub to bubble up more. John watched as Keith got accustomed to the bubbles and watched as they flew into the air and formed around him, covering his nude body. The boy smiled and began to play with them.
John took this opportunity to begin scrubbing Keith's shoulders and as the boy got used to this, the knight slowly moved down farther until all of the boy's muscles were relaxed. Keith's head rolled back and rested on the lip of the tub and he looked up at John who was starting on his chest now. The knight inched lower. He was getting closer to the area he dreaded touching, or did he really dread it... Maybe the dread was actually excitement but John wouldn't dare let himself think that way.
Keith, on the other hand, had very few boundaries when it came to thinking like this. He was excited for John to touch him there. He knew nothing of these sort of 'laws of attraction'. Just as we learned in elementary science class, opposites attract. Male is supposed to be attracted to female and vice versa. Though Keith and John were opposites in a number of different ways.
The boy sort of nuzzled John's chest with his hair as the knight got to Keith's hips. John tried to tell himself that the weight in his breeches wasn't what it felt like but, needless to say, that wasn't working. The soft hair rubbing against his bare chest was too much for him to bear and soon enough John found his hands on the boy's loin.
Keith released a pleasured sigh which caught John's attention and he ripped his hands from the water, causing Keith to become frightened again. The boy stood up quickly in the water and yelped, arse in John's face. "WOT HAPPENED IS THER SOMETHING IN THERE!?"
John stood up and stepped back, "Yes, sorry, I... erh... You are clean now, I believe. Here is a towel." John shielded his eyes and got a terrycloth blanket from the shelf and handed it to the boy.
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HERE'S SOME ART!! WOOH
Author(s): Me and my mate, Kim.
Pairing: John Entwistle/Keith Moon
Warning(s): Umh, there's nothing REALLY gay in this but it just looks really gay
Disclaimer: I don't own anything blah blah
Author's Note: It was very hard to draw this while in school... that's all I have to say
Summary: The whole story in full has to do with John and Keith's forbidden relationship because it's the middle ages and everything is centered around the church, not to mention that Keith is a serf for the slightly sketchy Lord Townshend and John is sort of being... held captive? BATH TIME!
Chapter 3
The chamber - 30 minutes prior to sundown.
When Lord Townshend left the chamber the boy relaxed, stepping back and falling into a chair by the window. John smiled. "You've had the thrill of a lifetime in a matter of hours."
The boy hung his head, "When am I goin' 'ome?" he muttered, exhausted.
"You are not going home." The knight told him crossing the room to open the wardrobe but being stopped halfway.
"Wot do ya mean?" The boy stood.
The knight turned to face the boy, "You know the answers to these questions yet you still ask."
"Never does harm to be sure, wight?" The boy paused then took a step toward the knight. "Me mum named me Keef, yunno, if you're 'aving trouble addressin' me."
John couldn't help but smirk, what a proper introduction? "Your mum?" The knight turned back to the wardrobe and looked through the clothes. "You'll have to bathe yourself and dress since Townshend will probably ask us to dinner."
Keith furrowed his brow "Bathe myself?"
"Do you have the ability to sit still for longer than a few minutes?" The knight went to the door and stuck his head out, stopping a passing woman, he instructed that she direct him to the nearest tub which happened to be on this level.
John went back into the chamber and took the clothes from the bed then motioned for Keith to follow him. The two men exited the room and went down the hall to the bath. The woman, following the knight's request had already drawn the boy a bath and stood waiting for the boy to arrive.
"I will be bathing him. He just arrived from the fields and probably will not be too fond of the water. I feel that it would be best if someone a bit stronger, like myself, was to bathe him."
The woman quickly left, leaving the filled tub to the two men.
"Alright, Keith, get in." John instructed, gesturing toward the tub.
The boy shook his head.
The knight raised his eyebrows. "You have to bathe yourself, you are filthy."
"No, I am perfectly clean." Keith pouted and crossed his arms
The knight then reached over and lifted the boy off the ground, trying to direct him into the tub.
The boy resisted but he was no match for the knight. "Lemme go!!" Keith yelled, wiggling.
Though John was strong he still had quite the issue with the boy in his arms and while trying to get a better grip he lost control, dropping the filthy farm worker in the tub, causing the water to splash EVERYWHERE!! If you have ever washed a dog, specifically a large dog, you know what John was experiencing to a certain degree. John disregarded this and worked on holding the boy in the tub, trying to get his tunic off which was accidentally ripped in the process. The reason John didn't try to remove this before was Keith would be very slippery when nude and that would make getting him into the tub much more challenging. The boy's badly constructed breeches basically disintegrated in the bath water.
Keith stopped flailing when he was nude which made John feel rather sorry for the boy because he knew that he was feeling vulnerable. But John also knew that Keith needed to get clean and that was the top priority.
Telling the boy to sit still, the knight went to get some soap and... some more soap.. and some more soap. He broke up two bars of soap and threw them into the tub. When Keith saw the first few bubbles he began flailing again which caused the tub to bubble up more. John watched as Keith got accustomed to the bubbles and watched as they flew into the air and formed around him, covering his nude body. The boy smiled and began to play with them.
John took this opportunity to begin scrubbing Keith's shoulders and as the boy got used to this, the knight slowly moved down farther until all of the boy's muscles were relaxed. Keith's head rolled back and rested on the lip of the tub and he looked up at John who was starting on his chest now. The knight inched lower. He was getting closer to the area he dreaded touching, or did he really dread it... Maybe the dread was actually excitement but John wouldn't dare let himself think that way.
Keith, on the other hand, had very few boundaries when it came to thinking like this. He was excited for John to touch him there. He knew nothing of these sort of 'laws of attraction'. Just as we learned in elementary science class, opposites attract. Male is supposed to be attracted to female and vice versa. Though Keith and John were opposites in a number of different ways.
The boy sort of nuzzled John's chest with his hair as the knight got to Keith's hips. John tried to tell himself that the weight in his breeches wasn't what it felt like but, needless to say, that wasn't working. The soft hair rubbing against his bare chest was too much for him to bear and soon enough John found his hands on the boy's loin.
Keith released a pleasured sigh which caught John's attention and he ripped his hands from the water, causing Keith to become frightened again. The boy stood up quickly in the water and yelped, arse in John's face. "WOT HAPPENED IS THER SOMETHING IN THERE!?"
John stood up and stepped back, "Yes, sorry, I... erh... You are clean now, I believe. Here is a towel." John shielded his eyes and got a terrycloth blanket from the shelf and handed it to the boy.
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HERE'S SOME ART!! WOOH