NRPG: This post has some rather adult content involving two men.  If you would
like an edited version, please contact David Hoover (forrellyn@netscape.net).

This is also a Joint Post between Lynette Cowper and David Hoover.


RPG:

[Some time after lunch]

It took some time, with Sylan asking around before she located the
quartermaster's dragon who provided her with the location of J'adoube's
apartment.  But now Gransol stood before the door of the youthful man's
apartment.  Hesitantly, he knocked.

After a few moments the door creaked back and a blond head poked out.  The
face grew noticeably brighter upon seeing who was on his doorstep.  Opening
the door wider, J'adoube gestured with his hand.  "Please, come in."

Gransol stepped hesitantly through the doorway and glanced around.  The
apartment was painfully small, he noted, and ill-furnished.  "Um.  Thank you."


"I didn't think I'd see you again after...what happened.  What can I do for
you?" asked the younger man, turning a slightly nervous look toward the
other.

Gransol shifted uncomfortably.  "I... came to apologize.  I... it was an...
unfortunate instinctive reaction... from my Landbound days."

J'adoube looked relieved.  "I understand.  And you don't need to apologize. 
I'm the one who should be apologizing.  If I'd known you were born Landbound I
wouldn't have been so...."

Gransol smiled. "Well, the name and title should have been a clue, but what I
did was uncalled for.  I just..."  He sighed.  "I am having a difficult time
adjusting, to be honest." 

The blond sat down on the small bed and gestured toward the one chair in the
room.  "Would you like to sit down and tell me about it?  Sometimes talking
about something is the best way to come to terms with it."

The former knight considered. Perhaps he did owe the man a bit more
explanation for being hauled bodily across a table for merely admitting that
muscles turned him on more than breasts.  He ogled the chair doubtfully and
gingerly settled into it.

Where to start?....  "Um.  As you might have gathered, I'm the son of a knight
who inherited his father's title.  My father died when I was four.  My
half-brother, the son of my father and a slave, ran away shortly thereafter,
or so I was told.  My mother raised me.  And she raised me to hate the warrens
and all they stood for... especially... sex... between two men."  He bit his
lip pensively.  "I think she saw that, even as a child, I was different and
she did everything in her power to steer me away from that difference.  The
only time she never complained about me getting into scuffles was if I was
reacting to someone calling me... one of *those* names.  So, I guess you can
see why I reacted automatically as I did."

"Yes, I can," replied the man on the bed.  "You had a rough childhood.  I
can't imagine what it would have been like if my parents hadn't
understood....you must have felt terrible!  All those years!"  

Gransol sighed. "I didn't feel terrible at the time.  It was all I'd known. 
But then I joined with Sylan... and everything changed...."

J'adoube looked wistful.  "I wish that I'd managed to join...."  His face
turned somber again.  "How did you handle the change?  It must have totally
upset the foundations of reality for you...some men would not have been able
to survive."

The larger man shook his head. "I'm still adjusting.  At first, I wanted
nothing to do with her.  It was the magic receding and the horror of not being
able to feel her that made me realize what I was rejecting.  I spent two
months looking for her.  She had shut me out.  I was out in the Wastes when I
was attacked by a clawcat."  Gransol rolled up his sleeve and revealed the
scars on his arm.  "Sylan saved me.  I swore then I would never reject her
again."

The younger man reached across and ran his hand over the scars.  "I'm glad she
saved you," he said, smiling at the knight.

At the touch, Gransol felt a shock shoot through him. He jerked back in
surprise. 

"What's wrong?" J'adoube gasped.  "Does it still hurt?"  

"No... I...  I wasn't expecting your touch to be so... warm...."

Dark brown eyes looking deep into grey, the blond asked, "Warm...?"

Gransol swallowed hard. "Umm... yes..."

J'adoube smothered anything else he might have said in a kiss.

Gransol stiffened in shock and pushed the younger man away. His face flushed
and his heart pounded in his chest as their eyes met.

The younger man lowered his gaze.  "I'm sorry.  I shouldn't have done that. 
But I...."

Gransol's fist closed over the front of J'adoube's shirt and hauled the boyish
blond forward. "You... I...  Gah!"  His lips met the younger man's again.

The sweet taste of Gransol's tongue sparked a fire within J'adoube.  Slowly he
shifted until he was no longer sitting on the bed, but had moved to share the
chair with the knight.  Tangling one hand in the other man's long hair, he
stroked the larger man's beard with his other, as the kiss continued.

Lost in the unexpected heat of the moment, Gransol's hands slipped around the
other man, pulling him even closer, leaning back as he did so. 

*Crack!*

The ancient chair gave way under their combined weight and the next thing
Gransol knew, he was sprawling on the shattered remains of the chair on the
floor with J'adoube on top of him. 

Suddenly pressed against the other man full-length, the fire inside the young
blond man exploded into an inferno.  He was lost in the scent of the man...the
taste of his kiss...the feel of his beard...the iron grip of his embrace...the
tingling warmth of his hands.  The emptiness inside himself called out to be
filled.

"J'a... J'adoube...." Gransol said between kisses.  "I've never... I don't
know how..." 

"Shhh....trust...instincts...." he returned, gasping for air while hungering
for more kisses.  "...can...call me...Jad...."  He reached down and ripped
open his lover's shirt, running his hands through silky chest hair.  Slipping
his head lower, he began to kiss the rock-hard nipples while his hands played
over other parts of the muscular body.

Gransol gasped as he felt Jad's lips and tongue circling his nipples.  Some
part at the back of his mind was insisting that this was crazy even as his
body urged him on. His hand tangled in the blond hair as his other reached
down and fumbled to open his leather riding pants. "Take me in your mouth..."
he whispered.

Jad was only too happy to comply.  As the knight's member stood at attention
he slowly kissed the tip.  Jad licked his lips, reveling in the taste. 
Savoring, he sucked in the rest.

Gransol moaned, thrusting up into the devouring mouth. No one had ever done
this for him.  The sensation was mind-blowing.

As he continued with his mouth, Jad's hands were not idle.  Slipping the laces
open, he was quickly relieved of his shirt.  The pants weren't long in
following.  Next he slid his hands under his partner, luxuriating in the feel
of the heavily-muscled back.  Slowly the hands moved downward to find firm
buttocks begging to be caressed.  Jad felt Gransol turn to stone, moments
before his mouth was flooded with hot, steaming juices. 

When his awareness returned from that white-hot pulse of sheer pleasure, he
opened his eyes to see J'adoube, eyes half closed, collecting a dribble of
white from his chin and then licking it off his finger. Despite the climax he
had just had, he found his body responding to that sensuous vision. 

Running his hands up the man's chest, Jad slowly pulled himself back up toward
Gransol's head.  His naked body rubbing against the other's, the young man
kissed his partner again.

Gransol tasted the remnants of his juices on the other man's tongue and found
himself instantly aroused again.  Growling with desire, he rolled over,
pinning the lighter-weight man underneath him.  J'adoube's legs slipped around
him and he paused, looking into the half-lidded eyes.  "Is this what you
want?"

Gazing back into those wonderfully deep grey eyes...eyes like a stormy
sky...Jad could not think of anything he wanted more.  "Yes," he breathed,
pressing his mouth against the other man's.

He reached down and spread the other man with one hand while he guided himself
inside with the other. "Oh... Jad..." he groaned as the intense sensation
wrapped around his shaft. 

The younger man shuddered as the emptiness inside of him became filled.  The
dual sensation of pain and pleasure made nerves tingle throughout his body. 
"Yes...more...!" he gasped, pushing himself closer to Gransol.

Remembering his own pain early on, Gransol tried to go slow, while still
complying with Jad's request. Holding himself back was difficult.  He just
wanted to plunge into the hot, tight young man.

Continuing to shudder with the most exquisite sensations, J'adoube pressed his
face into the other man's chest, kissing the firm pectorals and returning his
attention to the man's nipples.  Slowly the rhythm of Gransol's thrusts
increased in tempo, causing Jad to moan with need.

Gransol found his thrusts going fully into the other man as their bodies moved
in perfect sync to each other.  Almost shyly, considering what they were
doing, he reached down and began exploring the other man's shaft with his hand
as he continued to pound into his body.

The sensations reaching a new height in ecstasy, Jad arched his back,
thrusting into Gransol's large hand.  "Oh Gransol...yes...yes!!"

The former knight focused on the soft hardness of the shaft in his hand,
pumping it in the same rhythm as their hip movements.  He could feel the
manhood in his hand hardening and rising and knew the other man was on the
verge.

The double stimulation was too much for Jad.  With a gasped cry of "Oh
Gransol!" he found release.  

Gransol felt the other man's manhood pulse in his hands at the same time as he
felt the ass muscles clamp around his shaft, milking it in rhythm to Jad's
gasps. The sensation was overwhelming and with one final thrust, burying
himself deeply in the other man, he felt his hot juices shoot out of him and
into the J'adoube's hot body. 

The two men panted, catching their breath.  Their eyes met, gazes locking. 
"Oh G!" J'adoube sighed contentedly, just before locking him into another
kiss.

Gransol returned the kiss languorously as his breathing and heartbeat returned
to normal. So this is what it had been like to be Arkt'han...  His body
stiffened at the thought.  Arkt'han!  Dear gods, he'd agreed to spend the
night with the other rider and then had come and done this with J'adoube...

At the thought of the burly rider, Sylan's voice came into his mind, <Auram's
rider wants to know if you would have dinner with him.>

<Ummm... I...  No... wait... yes....  Dear gods, what have I done?>

Sylan, always the literal one, answered, <You mated with the one who looks
like a hatchling, but isn't.  I have already told Auram to tell his rider that
you were busy mating.> 

Noticing the look of panic that had suddenly replaced afterglow on his
partner's face, Jad grew concerned.  Had he gone too far?  "What's wrong?"

"I...  It appears Arkt'han asked his dragon to ask Sylan if I'd have dinner
with him and she told Auram exactly what I was busy with..."

The younger man chuckled.  "Dragons are so much freer with this sort of
thing...but I'm sure Arkt'han will understand...you two are not mates, are
you?" That last thought blew away any remaining remnants of Jad's enjoyment
and replaced it with a cold knot of fear in the pit of his stomach.  Was he
going to lose the knight, just when he thought he might have broken down the
man's walls?  "Part of living in a warren is learning to share...."

"No, we're not mates," Gransol answered. "How could we be with him here and me
at Marrid? It's just... when he was visiting Marrid, Sylan flew for the first
time and Auram won her.  I... was very fortunate to have him be my first time
with another man...  And..."  Gransol licked his lips nervously, "I
promised... I promised him to spend the night with him here..."

Jad relaxed, then smirked.  "I'm willing to share you if you are....Go.  Have
a good time."  His expression turned solemn.  "But you'd better come by again
before you go back home!"

Gransol blinked in surprise. "You're not... you're not upset?"

"Upset?  How could I be?  You're willing to share yourself with me.  From the
moment I saw you I wanted to know you...to be part of your life.  I never
expected to be the only man in your life...I just want you.  For how long
doesn't matter."  Jad gently stroked the other man's beard with the back of
his hand.

"Gods, you people are as bad as my mother said you were," Gransol said, but
the statement was punctuated with an odd mixture of humour and confusion, not
accusation.

"Worse," replied the younger man with a playful grin, nipping at Gransol's
lower lip.

Gransol kissed the boy-man in return, then drew back. "I need to clean up and
actually fulfill some of my duties of coming here."  He gazed into the younger
man's brown eyes. "Jad... thank you... for... well... for everything." 

"The feeling you gave me...that was thanks enough."

***********************************

Respectfully submitted, 

David Hoover
J'adoube

AND

Lynette Cowper
Gransol & Sylan 


YOU NEED TO BELIEVE IN THINGS THAT AREN'T TRUE. HOW ELSE  CAN THEY *BECOME*?  
-Death, "Hogfather" by Terry Pratchett

"I play the game for the game's own sake."
                   -Sherlock Holmes

____________________________________________________________________
Get your own FREE, personal Netscape WebMail account today at http://webmail.netscape.com.

Return to Xylian Posts for Jul 2000