by Mike Shade
"We're walking?" That was not going to work.
One of Bram's eyebrows went up. "You have a problem with walking?"
"Is there some reason we can't drive? Take a bus? A camel?" Well, okay, camels were probably noticeable.
"Over the mountains? Keeping to the less traveled paths? Camels don't do snow-capped mountains, Quinn."
He rolled his eyes, started planning. "I'll need a few days to move things around so I can get them..."
"So you can get what?" Bram asked suspiciously.
"Huh? My things. My books and papers. Things." He'd just stockpile them in the hidden mirror room and reach in for them.
"I mean it, Quinn. I'm not carrying shit for you."
"I didn't ask you to, did I?"
Bram grunted and stiffened a little and shook his head. "No, I don't suppose you did." Bram quirked him a half smile. "It was easier to plan and settle on what we were going to do while you were unconscious."
Quinn tried not to grin, but it was impossible. "I've heard that before."
Bram chuckled and tugged him back toward that muscled body.
Their lips touched and Bram made a soft noise. "You sure that's not magic?"
"Positive." He didn't have any magic left.
"I've never felt anything like it," Bram told him, lips coming back for another kiss, clinging softly before opening. Bram's tongue swept across his lips, the energy slowly building between them.
He moaned and pushed closer, lecturing himself the entire time about stopping, paying attention. Bram's hands were warm as they slid along his back, sliding down his spine as the kiss deepened. They plastered together, bodies rocking and rubbing.
Bram shifted him, tugged him so their cocks rubbed together, the big body jumping as if a shock had gone through it.
"I... You feel. I want." He shouldn't want this. Shouldn't.
"I know,” Bram replied. “I’ve never felt anything like it. It’s crazy, but... it’s there.” Bram rolled him suddenly, the large body holding him down.
Quinn blinked up, heart pounding. "Hey..."
Bram smiled down at him and then started to kiss him, the lip-lock eager, almost wild. He groaned, opening, just letting Bram take him, touch him. The long body rocked against him, their cocks sliding together as Bram's tongue fucked his mouth.
Quinn held on, eyes wide and rolling, desire sharp and sure between them.
"Nothing else matters when I'm touching you," growled Bram, hips driving the hard cock against him.
He nodded, gasping. Yes, nothing else. Only this. Only them.
"Let me fuck you." The words were growled into his ear, Bram's tongue hot on his skin.
Lord and Lady, yes! Hard. Deep. He groaned, legs shifting, spreading.
Bram reached up, dipping his fingers into the oil pot on the headboard. Then they were between his legs, sliding over his balls, past them, past his ring, into him. He made a deep, low sound, heat filling him. Two fingers stretched him, opened him, got him ready for Bram's cock.
"Going to fill me..." He moved a little, hoping to shift the little ring between his legs.
"I am." Bram purred, grinning at him. "You wanting something, Quinn?"
"Hmm?" He wasn't going to beg for it. He just wanted to feel.
"You want something, all you have to do is tell me." Bram bit his earlobe. "Tell me, Quinn."
"I..." He blushed dark, hips shifting. "The ring."
"Ah, this..." Bram's thumb pushed into it, tugged, the green eyes going wide as the sparks between them increased.
"Uh-huh..." He spread wider, moaning low.
"Fuck, I can feel that inside me," Bram muttered, tugging the ring again.
"So good. So big. Do it again." He needed. Now.
Bram tugged and twisted, the fingers inside him curling, hitting his gland.
Quinn jerked, eyes flying open, his cry splitting the air. "Bram!"
"I know. Gonna be me now, okay?"
He nodded, not even sure what he was agreeing to, just knowing he needed.
Bram's fingers disappeared, replaced by the heat and hardness of his cock. So full. His body stretched, let Bram in and in.
"Fuck." Bram groaned, settling as he buried deep inside.
Quinn gasped, nodded, body trying to adjust.
Bram kissed him over and over, giving him the time he needed to get used to that fat prick inside him. Finally the burn eased into a sweet heat, the kisses arousing and relaxing him.
Bram knew the moment it happened, too, green eyes going hot, mouth ducking to wrap around one of his nipples and suck as that large cock started to move with slow pulls and pushes. He moaned, moving with it, eyes closing as the energy grew between them, sharp and strong. Sure.
"Fuck," muttered Bram, so much feeling in the word -- Quinn wasn't alone in this, not for a second.
The thrusts sped, Bram moving with more confidence as his body took the fat cock.
"Full. Don't stop. It's so big."
"Not stopping."
Bram's mouth moved between his nipples, licking and sucking, adding delicious sensations to the long cock that was spreading him wide, over and over again.
The energy flowed between them, a continuous circuit, getting stronger, more sure. Then Bram's mouth met his and it spiked higher still. Bram moved harder and faster, just pounding into him now, the two of them racing together for the finish.
The need washed over him, more real than magic, and seed poured out of him.
"Yes! Quinn!" Bram called out his name, jerking into him and filling him with such heat.
Quinn slumped to the bed, refusing to remember what had happened the last time they had done this. Refusing to think.
Bram came down on top of him, settling heavily, but gently. Soft kisses were pressed to his face, his neck, a low moan sounding as Bram finally stilled.
Warm. Warm and safe. Quinn closed his eyes; he'd deal with the world later.
Chapter Three
Quinn was still quiet and pale, and Bram wasn't convinced the man didn't still want to run from him.
And busy. Damn, Quinn was never still, going here and there, directing traffic, because Bram had offered to help shift stuff. Basically everything was going into a hidden room with a mirror that Quinn would be able to reach into to get stuff.
For Quinn it might be something usual, but Bram found the easy reliance on magic very different from what he was used to. And maybe a little unsettling. Because if you always relied on magic, what happened when you ran out of reserves like Quinn had?
And, he'd admit, if only to himself, that there was an aura of mistrust built up around magic users at the palace, one that the Emperor fostered. It had been damned easy for the man to accuse and judge the mages, round up a group for prison, another group for execution, the rest to be heavily watched, regulated. And no one had said a word.
Now that he knew Quinn... Well, he wasn't the type to question his orders, but here he was running to find a new life where he could be with Quinn.
Of course that had nothing to do with Quinn being a mage.
Bram snorted as he filled his pack with supplies. No, that had to do with his cock and the pleasure that just sang between them.
"We're leaving after dark," he called out. "Are you going to be ready to go?" He hadn't seen Quinn in a couple of hours, not since he'd started packing the supplies.
"Yeah, I think so." Quinn's voice came from the secret room, muffled and distant.
"No, no ‘I think so’ -- you need to be ready. We need to get as far from the city as we can under the cover of darkness." He could feel it under his skin, the need to get moving, to protect himself, his own.
"You're very bossy. You know that, right?"
"Bossy? Just because I'm trying to get us out of here alive, that doesn't make me bossy."
"No. The bossiness makes you bossy." Quinn sounded like he was having fun.
"I wouldn't have to be bossy if you'd just listen and do as you're told," he muttered, makin
g sure he had an extra set of knives in the outer pocket of his bag.
He heard the sound of a raspberry being blown. He wondered if all mages were this undisciplined.
"I heard that," he called out.
That earned him a laugh, warm and happy and unconcerned.
He rolled his eyes and kept packing. He could already tell Quinn was going to make him insane. He was going to have to keep a sharp eye out for the mage; Quinn was too used to having the magic to rely on.
Quinn's hair was starting to grow out again, the silver curls catching the light as the little man wandered, finding this and that, moving things into the storage room. Bram found himself watching Quinn as often as not, enjoying the way he moved, the way the hair and eyes matched now, looking strange, but at the same time right. Quinn dressed in warm, soft clothes, casual and simple, gentle.
Bram could feel his body responding, too, growing hard at the sight.
He finished packing up his supplies and went over to Quinn. "We have a few hours before we have to leave," he noted.
Those pale eyes flashed up at him, the look innocent and playful all at once. "We do?"
Chuckling, he nodded, putting an arm around Quinn's waist. "We do."
That tingling between them grew every time they touched, going easily through their clothes now. He was getting used to it, or at least coming to expect it. He hummed, fingers sliding beneath Quinn's shirt to stroke that belly, the feeling increasing skin on skin.
The magician's skin was silken, warm, and that lean face lifted toward him, begging a kiss. He bent to give it, the eager brush of their lips soft and good, quickly growing harder, deeper. Quinn moaned, the sound filling his mouth, so hungry.
He reached and grabbed Quinn’s ass, squeezing it, pulling them close together. Quinn was hot and pliant, rubbing and wrapping around him. It would have been sexy, even without the... whatever it was between them that made the touching so fucking huge.
Quinn responded eagerly, tongue pushing and sliding against his own. He opened his mouth, let Quinn lead the kiss as he rubbed their fronts together, Quinn's cock hot against his thigh.
It was addictive, feeling Quinn, tasting him.
He deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with Quinn's and then pushing into the hot mouth. Quinn sucked on his tongue, pulling rhythmically. He groaned, that suction making his cock just throb.
He pulled Quinn's sweater off, pushed the warm pants off, baring that thin body to his hands.
Those pale eyes danced. "Always getting me naked."
He grinned back, winked. "I like you best this way. There's more... fun and less backtalk."
Quinn laughed, pinched his ass good and hard.
He jumped and pinched back. "You proving me wrong, Quinn?"
Quinn smiled at him, eyes just dancing. "You going to make me be good, bossy man?"
"I'm not bossy," he protested. "You're just... recalcitrant."
"Recalcitrant? Me?" Quinn's eyes went wide. "I'm easy as spring rain."
Bram laughed. "Easy as spring rain in the summer, maybe." He squeezed Quinn's ass.
Quinn took another kiss, like he was feeding off Bram's laughter, his pleasure. He hummed into Quinn's kisses, fingers kneading Quinn's ass now, teasing into the crease. Quinn's legs were wrapped around his waist, arms around his shoulders.
"One of us is wearing too many clothes." He nipped on Quinn's lower lip.
"Which one of us would that be?" Quinn's eyes were warm, laughing.
He laughed, surprised by how good the laughter felt as a part of their lovemaking. He'd had plenty of lovers, but never anyone like Quinn.
"I don't think you'd look good without your skin, Quinn, so that leaves me."
"Well, given that you look like an ancient god naked, I'm all for stripping you down." Those hands worked his shirt off, his pants open.
He grinned, flexed a little, no mean feat with Quinn wriggling in his arms. "You keep saying stuff like that and we'll be getting naked all the time."
Quinn's lips found one of his nipples, sucking and pulling, fingers at his waistband.
Gasping, he stumbled back, hitting the wall before he lost his balance. "Fuck!"
Those pale eyes blinked up. "No?"
"Shit, no, don't stop." He shook his head. "Don't stop. I just wasn't expecting it to be that good."
"Someone hasn't done you right, then." Quinn's lips fastened over him again, the tingling enough to drive him crazy.
He just grunted, unable to be coherent while Quinn was doing that. He'd been planning on taking this to the bed, seeing as it might be days before they had access to one again, but he’d be damned if he could get his body to do anything but hold onto Quinn and enjoy.
Both his nipples were given the same treatment, Quinn’s tongue hot and wet and right against him.
He squeezed Quinn's ass, fingers playing along the crease, the movements rhythmic, inspired by Quinn's sucking. His head rolled from side to side against the wall, hips jerking now and then. Fuck, it was good with Quinn.
Quinn moaned, slowly sank down to the floor, lips hot on his belly as his cock was freed.
"Fuck, yes." He loved giving blowjobs, but he loved getting them, too. And given the magic when Quinn sucked on his nipples? Shit, he was expecting fireworks.
He moaned, hands sliding through the silver white curls, encouraging Quinn to take him into that hot mouth.
Quinn's tongue touched the tip of his cock, the electricity shooting through him.
He locked his knees as they threatened to buckle, his hands curling into fists in Quinn's hair. "Lord of the night, I'm not going to survive this."
"You want me..." That tongue licked again. "To stop?"
"Fuck, no." He shook his head for emphasis.
That hot mouth dropped down over his cock, sucking hard, head bobbing. The tingles were more like shocks, the pleasure almost a pain as it shot along his cock to his balls, his ass and throughout his body. Bram just leaned against the wall, gasping and crying out, shaking from the intensity of it.
Quinn sucked and pulled, hands stroking his ass, his thighs.
"Gonna make me come fast." The words were bare sounds, gasped from him as the energy between them became huge.
Soft hands circled his balls and tugged.
"Quinn!" He'd never screamed before, not from sex, but he sure screamed out Quinn's name, the pleasure just exploding from him.
He shot down Quinn's throat, hips jerking, his whole body shaking. Quinn drank him down, petting and stroking him.
He leaned back, the wall the only thing keeping him up as his hands slid through Quinn's hair. "That was... fuck."
"No, Bram. That was a blowjob."
He laughed, sinking slowly to the ground. "Thanks for the clarification. Blew my fucking mind, Quinn. Shit." He shook his head and tugged Quinn in for a soft kiss.
Quinn purred, cuddling in, lips flavored with him. He held Quinn's head in place, kiss slowly growing in depth, in intensity. Quinn started to shiver, hips starting to rock and rub against him.
He hummed, winked. "You wanting, Quinn? Need something?"
"Uh-huh." Quinn's lips were swollen, parted, dark.
He slid his hand down to wrap around Quinn's prick, tongue sliding on those swollen lips, licking and tasting. Quinn whimpered, pushing into his touch, hips rocking and jerking, body begging. His thumb squeezed just below the head of Quinn's cock, going really tight as he slid his hand up, palm sliding across the top, picking up the liquid heat. He hummed, doing it again and then letting his hand slide fast and easy along the slick, silky skin.
Quinn jerked and moaned, head just rolling. "Bram..."
"I can feel how good it is," he told Quinn. "You're burning up for me."
"Yes. Yes. Don't stop. Please." He could ask anything, anything from Quinn right now.
He didn't though. Because all he wanted right now was for both of them to be safe and for Quinn to come, for the pleasure between them to explode once again. He tugged har
der, faster, knowing it was making Quinn crazy.
Quinn arched, toes pushing down into the carpet as the heat sprayed, covering his fingers.
"Yeah, smell that." It was sex and pleasure and male and Quinn, all rolled into one.
Bram raised his hand to his mouth and started licking, taking the taste in with the scent.
