In the Darkness (11 page)

“Well…you remember the cave you took me to? I thought we could make it more comfortable. It would be a safe place to go.”

“Um, I don’t know….” The cave was on Father’s land. It had been a safe place to go when Evin was hurt, but how could they dare go up on the mountain every time? Father came out sometimes at night.

“Why not? You already took me onto your parents’ land once, so what’s the difference?”

Gareth gasped. He had done something wrong again. Somehow he let every secret slip out.

Evin put a hand on Gareth’s arm and said, “I know, I know. You couldn’t tell me, but really, I couldn’t help but guess who they are. You know I won’t tell anybody. You’re safe with me.”

“I know. I just wasn’t supposed to tell nobody. I thought I could keep a secret like I’m supposed to.”

“Well, I already know your biggest secrets,” Evin said with a smirk. He cupped his hand against Gareth’s crotch.

Gareth closed his eyes. Just as his cock stiffened against the firm but gentle pressure of Evin’s palm, so his resistance and worry wilted away. He would keep Evin safe from anyone. Before he got any more distracted, he asked, “Want me to carry you? It’s faster.”

“Yes, if you can manage while I hold on to the blanket and my bath stuff.”

Bath stuff
? “What’s that for? There’s no water in the cave.”

“No, we have to go to the river. There’s something I want to try, if you’ll let me, but we have to wash first.”

“I took a bath this morning, like always.”

“I know, but trust me. You’ll see.”

Evin stroked him now through the cloth of his breeches, up and down the length of his cock, warming and teasing his most sensitive flesh. That was what Evin wanted to do at the river. Bathe together and touch.

Oh yes, he trusted Evin.

And he knew of another cave on a hill near the water, farther away from Father’s game trails.

“Okay,” Gareth said. “But I know a better cave, closer to the river where you camped one time.”

“That sounds perfect.”

After Gareth ran to the cave with Evin and the pack of equipment in his arms, they set some things out for later and took others with them to the river. At the water’s edge, Evin removed Gareth’s clothing.

“Sit down on that rock,” Evin said. Gareth complied. “Now give me your foot.”

“Which one?”

“It doesn’t matter, silly. I’m going to do ’em both.”

Evin washed Gareth’s foot and scrubbed under his toenails with a little brush. It was prickly and tickly and embarrassing, and he couldn’t keep from wiggling. But it was fun too. His cock stood as hard as the rock he sat on while Evin messed with his foot.

“Your parents didn’t teach you much about how to clean yourself, did they?”

“They don’t like to look at me.”

“Well, I like to look at you.” Evin lifted Gareth’s foot up higher and licked it from heel to freshly cleaned toe. The heat of Evin’s tongue matched the warmth his words stirred in Gareth’s belly. “Ah, you taste good all over. Your father is Rhyd, the trapper, right?”

“Yes.”

“He’ll have tools to make his traps. Do you think you could borrow a really small file and make your nails like mine?” Without letting go of Gareth’s leg, Evin lifted his own foot out of the water and put it on the rock, close enough to Gareth’s balls to tease him and tickle him with wiggling toes. Gareth only needed one hand to prop himself up, so with the other he ran his fingers lightly over Evin’s feet, touching them all over. Delicate bones; soft skin; hard, tiny nails. Evin was more than perfect everywhere.

“I’ll try.”

Evin finished doing both feet and led Gareth deeper into the river. There he used a bladder of water to show Gareth a very personal and embarrassing part of cleaning up.

After they both did that, Evin brought out some soap and scrubbed Gareth’s entire body without letting Gareth help at all except to lift his arms. After he soaped each part, he rinsed it and kissed it and stroked it with feverish hands. Every part.

Evin saved Gareth’s backside for last. He massaged the back cheeks for a long time and rubbed soap all around.

Evin said, “You’re ready now. I’m going to put my fingers in. Remember how I liked when you touched me there before?”

“Uh-huh.”

Evin lathered soap into Gareth’s ass and started to stroke slowly around the hole. How strange to simply stand and allow someone to kneel behind, touching there, soothing and gently stretching the ticklish skin. Strange and slippery and good.

No wonder Evin liked it.

Evin slicked his finger over the knot of muscle around Gareth’s opening. And pushed in.

“
Oh
!”

Evin slipped his fingertip out, then in again a little more. And again. Like Evin was scratching an itch Gareth never knew he had, only the
good
kind of itch, and the more Evin’s fingers stretched and probed the slick, hidden skin, the more the itch grew.

Then it changed when Evin’s finger was all the way inside and Gareth got the horrible feeling that he was having a nasty accident. He wanted to tell Evin to stop.

“Does that feel good?” Evin asked in a husky voice that urged him to say yes.

“Uh-huh,” Gareth lied.

“Can I put in another finger?”

“Uh-huh…”
No no!

There was a more uncomfortable stretch as Evin’s second finger squeezed into him. Gareth held his breath, tried to ignore the squishy feeling and let Evin judge whether—

“Oh, Gareth, you feel so good inside…!”

“Yes,” Gareth lied.

Evin began to wiggle his fingers around. He slowly worked them out, changed his angle, and slid them smoothly in. Deep in. And again, a few more times. Not too fast, not hurting him, but not slow anymore, not at all. Then Evin touched something inside that stabbed Gareth’s whole body with the feeling of making seed. He shuddered and gasped for breath.

“All…
saints
! What are you…?” His cock leaped up, fully hard, and the good itch was back everywhere Evin’s skin touched his own. Especially there, the hidden place Evin had found.

“Sh!” Evin said, and he began to grind his fingers in, working the sides and depths of the hole, touching him in powerful and tender ways, sending wave after wave of those feelings hammering through…

Gareth’s back would no longer hold him up. He bent over double, hands on his knees, face almost in the water. Helpless. Only conscious of his desire for Evin to do more and touch him deeper. To scratch the itch and never stop.

But Evin paused. “Let’s finish up here and do more of that in the cave.”

“Yes,” Gareth said. His voice came out like the squeak of a rusty cage’s hinge.

Once they were both cleaned to Evin’s satisfaction, they stepped carefully on smooth, wet river rocks to get to their boots. They put them on, and then Evin carried their clothing and supplies up and into the cave. There, Evin directed Gareth to spread out a blanket, and they lay together on it.

Evin’s hot breath warmed Gareth’s chest.

Without a word, Evin began to lick Gareth’s nipples until they stood up hard and Gareth gave voice to gasps and groans of delight. Evin nibbled and sucked at Gareth’s nipples, driving him delirious again with desire. Then he lifted his head and looked into Gareth’s eyes. As Gareth watched, Evin raised two fingers to his lips and stuck them in, licked them, and wet them with spit. Seeing it made the want, the good itch, so strong Gareth thought he might die if Evin didn’t scratch it now. Gareth spread his legs wide to expose himself. “Oh, Evin, please.”

Evin eased those fingers in and began again to stretch and probe and wriggle deliciously inside of Gareth’s body while gazing defiantly into his eyes. Gareth threw his head back, making guttural sounds to express gratitude and beg for more. Evin mastered his body, fingers slipping silkily in and out, kneading the skin of his hole and rubbing the place inside that made him quiver, melt, and gasp.

“Yes,” Evin said. “Keep begging for it. You’re making me so hard!”

Evin rolled closer, and the drooling head of his cock touched Gareth’s hip, where it rubbed in little circles, smearing hot wetness on his skin. Evin’s kisses trailed along his shoulder, neck, jaw. He met Evin’s lips with his own.

When Gareth’s lips opened to receive him, Evin pressed in as deeply and firmly as possible with his tongue and slick fingers. Gareth shuddered and clenched, coiled up against Evin, and uttered a strangled cry of pleasure into his mouth.

Mouth and ass invaded together, Gareth was dominated. He shuddered as Evin touched the core of him, tongue and fingers reaching in to fill him with heat and joy. More joy than ever existed in the whole world. Like daylight warming him inside. He couldn’t breathe. The world ceased to exist, and Gareth with it. All that remained were touch, taste, and the heat inside.

* * *

Gareth returned to the world gasping for air, hearing Evin do the same. They took lungfuls, but Gareth couldn’t bear the separation. He put his hands on the back of Evin’s head and pulled him down again, into a desperate kiss. He needed to be part of Evin, needed to show how much he wanted to give everything back.

As their tongues jousted, Evin resumed thrusting fingers in deep and hard, curling them to touch him just right, and he was helpless again. His hands slid away from Evin’s head.

Evin broke the kiss, and they could breathe. He withdrew until just his fingertips were playing inside of Gareth’s hole. The strokes gentled again, and Gareth relaxed, contented by Evin’s touch as their breathing slowed.

And just as he was drifting in that contentment, Evin shocked him by asking, “Are you ready for me to go deeper?”

“Can you really? How?”

Evin got to his knees and, feeling his way in the darkness, moved between Gareth’s legs. He placed his hands behind Gareth’s thighs and lifted.

Gareth complied by pulling his legs back, showing himself to Evin. Evin couldn’t see, of course, and had to use his fingers to find Gareth’s opening again. Evin spat into his hand and started stroking his own cock.

“I’m going to put it in you, okay? I’m going to be like one of the animals and fuck you now, as deep as I can. Okay?”

“Please, Evin!”

“Don’t worry. A baby won’t come out because you’re not a girl.”

Evin moved forward until the tip of his cock just pressed into the flesh around Gareth’s hole.

“Ohhhhh!” Gareth moaned when the tip nudged against him. It was as if some strange energy existed at those two points of their bodies, poised all their lives to release incredible joy at that moment of mere contact. Evin had said Gareth’s body was cold, but to him, Evin’s body was feverish. The cock tip burning Evin’s mark into Gareth’s ass was as wonderful as the sunlight he craved.

Evin rocked just a bit, adding slight pressure that teased and relaxed Gareth’s body. So good, the tip massaging his hole and making him want more. But Evin continued with tender and agonizing slowness, pressing in. Gareth’s opening stretched wider, yielding to welcome the slick tip.

Evin paused just inside. Gareth wiggled his body a bit to feel the head move and poke around. “Ah, dear saints, it feels so good! Thank you, thank you, Evin, oh thank you.”

Evin slowly but firmly pressed deeper and deeper, and Gareth felt every inch of the burning flesh sliding in, stretching him, and filling him up until Evin’s hips crushed against Gareth’s ass. He was run through. His insides were stretched and quivering in a mix of pain and joy. Trying to squeeze and desperate to hold on to the warm, impaling flesh.

Evin was wearing him. Like a strong hand in a tight glove.

He barely had time to adjust to the bursting feeling before Evin began to drag himself back out. Gareth whimpered when just the tip remained inside, then gasped as Evin pushed back in again, a little faster this time. Evin began a slow rhythm of driving into Gareth’s hungry ass and drawing out almost all the way.

He’s fucking me
. The word felt right. Everything felt right.

“Oh yes, so good, so good,” Evin said.

Gareth wanted all he could get. “More, oh! Deeper, oh!” he said in time to the thrusts. Evin changed the angle, leaned forward, and ground in deeper. Waves of that feeling like making seed shot through Gareth’s body, and he could never get enough.

Evin started to move faster, bracing by holding Gareth’s legs, grunting and biting his lip. He was sweating and panting, and he pushed deep in one more time and held there.

“I’m spilling!” Evin said. “Ohhhhhh!”

Molten liquid gushed into Gareth once, twice, three times. Evin shuddered against him, emptying into him, suffusing his body with a warmth that, far from relaxing, made him more desperate for everything Evin could give.
I have another mouth, and I’m drinking him
. Evin bucked, and Gareth clenched again and again, imagining his body swallowing all that Evin could pour in, always greedy for more. The thought inflamed his desire.

When Evin relaxed, Gareth was unable to control himself. “Come here,” he said, tugging on Evin’s hand. Evin untangled from between his legs, moved up to sit on his belly, and leaned in for a ragged, animal kiss. Gareth wrapped his hands around Evin’s hips and pushed down.

Evin understood. He moved to let the tip of Gareth’s cock touch his hole. Again the pleasure of contact arced between their bodies.

“Wait, I’ve got to do this,” Evin said, and spat in his hand again.

Gareth took Evin’s wrist and brought the cupped hand to his lips. He added a slick glob of his own spit to mix in Evin’s palm. Plenty.

Evin giggled and reached back to work the spit into himself. He slicked Gareth’s prodding cock and fitted the tip back against his hole. He bit his bottom lip as he used his hand to angle Gareth’s cock up and mount it.

Gareth watched in amazement. Part of him disappeared bit by bit into the flesh between Evin’s legs. Nothing existed but that joining: the tight hole sliding slowly to engulf him, the tensing and relaxing of muscle as Evin’s body worked to take him in, and the moans and gasps of the youth crouching over him, face contorted in passion and pleasure.

He hadn’t understood before how Evin, such a perfect one, could think Gareth was beautiful, but this sight of his green flesh slowly swallowed into the pink body of one who wanted this, wanted to open up and take him inside, wanted
him
—this was beautiful.