by Mike Shade
"Okay. When will we be home?" He wanted a home again.
"I don't know, Quinn. If you're up to continuing, we'll start moving again in the morning. I figure we've got another day or two to get over the mountain, maybe three. It's getting colder though, we'll need to use your magic to get our blankets every evening, maybe coats for while we're walking."
"I can do that." He knew the secret room would be handy. He'd just known.
Bram gave him a kiss. "You sure? Using the magic isn't going to drain you too much, is it?"
"I don't think so, no. I'll stop as soon as I get tired." It was opening the mirror that took the most effort, taking out extra items wouldn’t tax him.
"Okay. As long as you be sure to tell me whenever anything gets to be too much and you need to stop. Can you feel anyone still chasing us?"
"No. No. It's all quiet." Peaceful. Dark.
"Good." Bram nodded and kissed him gently. "We have to leave at first light. We should get some sleep, some rest."
Of course Bram's body was telling a different story, rubbing slowly against him as if now that he'd again opened the gates to pleasure, Bram couldn't stop touching him, wanting him.
"Mmhmm." Quinn rubbed back, enjoying the pleasure, the heat, the rightness of it in a world gone wrong.
"You up to sucking me off?" Bram asked him, cock hard against his hip.
"Mmm...always." Wanton man. "Love how you taste."
"I know what you mean." With that Bram shifted and suddenly that long cock was at his mouth, Bram's mouth licking at the tip of his own cock.
Mmm. Full-circle. He nuzzled in, moaning low as Bram's tongue pressed the slit of his cock.
Bram's fingers slid on his thighs, moved up to cup his balls as that tongue just teased, licking and pushing against the head of his cock, his slit again, not sucking yet.
He spread, just reminding Bram about his little ring, then started working Bram's cock, head bobbing, lips moving and sucking. Bram chuckled, the sound husky, sexy, and leaned in to lick at the skin around his ring. He made a deep, needy sound, rewarding Bram with harder pulls, deep swallows around the hard prick.
Groaning, Bram wrapped his tongue around the ring and started tugging. Quinn's fingers dug into Bram's thighs, squeezing and tugging and pulling. Bram groaned and licked along his perineum, then his balls and all the way up his cock as Bram's fingers took over playing with his ring.
His body was on fire, just burning and aching, mouth trying desperately to communicate that to Bram. Bram's mouth took him in then and suddenly the circle was closed, energy flowing from him to Bram and back into him again, increasing everything.
It sent him flying, both of them flying and rocking and moving together in unison.
Their mouths found a matching rhythm, the pleasure just coursing through them both and he knew when Bram was going to come because so was he. His seed left him as Bram's filled him.
It was... just right. Just perfect.
Bram kept sucking softly, tongue licking his prick, fingers sliding on his balls, jostling the ring. They both eased down, panting softly, holding each other.
Eventually Bram turned, pulled him close. "That just keeps getting better and better."
"Mmhmm. Perfect."
"Yeah. Yeah, it was." Bram shook his head. "We're on the run. You're injured and almost died. We're in a cave with an uneven, rock floor on a mountainside. But it is perfect."
He popped Bram's ass, hard. "And now you have a pretty handprint on your butt."
Bram laughed, the sound happy. "Brat."
"Yours." He stuck his tongue out.
Bram leaned in and grabbed his tongue between hot, swollen lips, sucking on it, making pleasure sing gently through him.
"Mmm." Yes. Yes, perfect. Right here.
Bram settled again, kissed his forehead. "Sleep now, Quinn."
"Bossy." He snuggled in, eyes closing, suddenly exhausted.
"Yep. I'd have thought you'd be used to it by now."
The soft sound of their laughter seemed to echo, following him into sleep.
Chapter Six
It wasn't easy getting up and packing up and continuing on their way again. Bram wasn't sure if Quinn thought he'd been making fun or not, but the truth was, their time in the cave, once he was sure Quinn wasn't going to die, had been idyllic.
Pretty much perfect.
There had been no feeling of being hunted, there hadn't been anyone around to distract them. It was just him and Quinn and the energy that was between them.
He kept a close eye on Quinn as they made their way up the last third of the mountain, especially after they hit the snow and Quinn had to magic them boots and coats, mitts, scarves.
It was cold and miserable and when the sun started going down he tried not to panic. Just because they hadn't found anywhere decent to camp yet, didn't mean they wouldn't.
Finally, he saw a formation that might have been a cave. The light disappeared completely on them before they could get there, but he aimed for where he thought it was and hoped like hell he wasn't going to lead them off a cliff.
Quinn followed, teeth clattering audibly, trusting him implicitly.
"It shouldn't be long, the cave was just ahead." Which he knew damned well could mean another two minutes of climbing or another two hours, distances were hard to gauge, especially in the half-light of twilight.
He breathed a sigh of relief when they came over another rise and there it was, a dark crack in the star-lit snow.
Now he just had to hope it had no other occupants.
"Wow. It looks kind of scary. Good for us, huh?" Quinn was learning.
He chuckled and nodded. "Yeah. It is."
He left Quinn shivering near the entrance and checked it out. The cave wasn't very deep and proved to be quite empty. "Okay, Quinn, come on in. You think you can find us some blankets? And maybe something other than dried meat to eat?"
"If you'll let me pull the bigger mirror out, I can gate into the room and get anything."
He shook his head. "No. It's too risky. If they've found it and are waiting for you..." He shook his head again, belly clenching at the thought. "No."
Quinn stuck that tongue out. "I'd be quick as a bunny, love."
"Do you know how many predators there are that go after rabbits? I said no." He shook his head again for emphasis and refused to rise to the siren call of that tongue.
"Bossy." Quinn complained, but listened, pulling out the long, thin mirror and muttering at it, hands dipping in.
"Its my job to keep you safe," he reminded Quinn.
He was not bossy. Well, he wasn't that bossy.
"You do a good job." Quinn looked up, offered him a gentle kiss before digging in for blankets and coffee and oats and a lantern.
"Thanks," he grunted. He took each thing as Quinn got it out, setting the lantern near the back of the cave so its light wouldn't shine out too far.
"I don't suppose you have a little, gas stove? I'd like to avoid a fire, but we need to melt snow for water..."
"Uh-huh. I put all sorts of stuff in the room -- before I knew you, even. There's a tent and..." Quinn reached, tongue sticking out as he stretched.
Bram reached out and grabbed Quinn's shoulder. "Careful."
Quinn's eyes blinked up to his, holding them, fingers searching.
"You don't want to fall in," Bram murmured, not letting go. He was coming to accept that he was never going to let go of Quinn.
"No. No, I don't want to fall in." Quinn smiled, pulling out a little camp stove and fuel. "Is there anything else we need?"
Bram ran his hands through his hair, the sensation of the curls still unfamiliar. "No, I don't think we need anything else. Well. As we're getting stuff we're going to put back when we head out again anyway, how about a pillow?" So much for his Mr. Tough Guy image. It was for Quinn though. Yes.
Quinn nodded, fingers sliding back in. That was creepy.
Bram just held on tight, trying not to think about it too h
ard. What happened if Quinn's room was discovered and they were there waiting for him? They could cut his hand off, pull him in.
Bram shivered.
"There. Pillows." Two fluffy pillows appeared, pop, pop.
He chuckled and grabbed Quinn, kissing him hard. "You're a wonder."
Quinn's own hair was growing supernaturally fast, the silver mass past the thin shoulders, soft as silk against Bram's fingers as they kissed.
"You hungry?" he asked, knowing they should eat, but now that he'd kissed Quinn he was drawn to the lithe body, to touch and kiss and hold.
"Mmhmm." Quinn tugged him down into a hard, hungry kiss.
Groaning, he sank down onto the ground, taking Quinn down with him, their mouths fused together. They wrapped in the blankets, rolling together.
He didn't understand how it could be so urgent all the time, the need building as soon as they touched, the tingling energy becoming stronger every time they made love.
Quinn nuzzled into his throat, kissing and licking and driving him crazy. He rolled onto his back, fingers sliding beneath Quinn's coat, trying to find skin beneath all the layers. Quinn arched and rubbed, not helping at all.
"Pushy, pushy," Bram murmured, shoving Quinn onto his back and holding him down with one hand, tugging at the layers with the other.
"Me? No way. You're the pushy one. Come on, love. Need you."
"No, I'm the bossy one, you are the pushy one. And how come you've got all these stupid layers!" He growled, tearing Quinn's shirt off.
"Because it's cold outside, silly."
"Oh, that's right." His chuckle turned into a moan as his fingers finally got hold of skin. He plucked at Quinn's nipples, tugged them.
Quinn arched. "I should have pierced them, too."
His cock throbbed. "You still can."
"You'll do it for me?" Those eyes just shone.
He nodded. They did their own piercings in the Guard. Their own tattoos as well. He grinned. "I'm going to tattoo 'property of Bram' on you as well."
"Property of? No. Just Bram's."
"That works," he growled. He took Quinn's mouth again, thrusting with his tongue.
Quinn arched, panting and crying out. His fingers slid down along Quinn's body, stroking the slender belly. Quinn was hard, cock leaking, hot as summer. That energy, the sparks, the magic, whatever you called it between them was right there, so fucking huge.
"Bram!" Quinn rolled, rocking down against him.
"Do me," he said suddenly.
Quinn stilled, blinked. "You like it? Honest?"
"I've never done it before," he admitted.
"Well, then we should make it very, very good so you want to do it again."
He chuckled, fingers touching Quinn's cheek. "I'm all yours."
Quinn slipped down, nuzzling his cock, his balls, behind. "Good."
Groaning, he spread his legs, surprising himself -- he wanted this. He wasn't just doing it to make Quinn happy, he wanted it.
Quinn started licking and lapping, wetting his hole before one finger slipped inside him. He growled, spreading wider. It was so big. How could someone so small feel so big?
"Mmm...love you, Bram." More touches of that hot tongue made him arch, buck.
"Love...yes." He nodded, moaned. "Quinn. More."
"Yes, more." Another finger pressed deep, stretching him, spreading him.
He tightened up, just for a moment, before forcing himself to breathe, to let Quinn in. Quinn started sucking his balls, the heat amazing, overwhelming, right. His hands dropped, needing another point of connection. He found Quinn's head, slid his fingers through the silky, silver hair.
Quinn tasted him, stretched him, melted him deep inside. He never knew it could feel like this, could be like this. The energy between them was growing again, huge, amazing.
Quinn scooted up, panting. "Let me in? Let me touch you?"
He nodded, ankles hooking around Quinn's waist, tugging him close. "Do it, Quinn."
Quinn pressed in, so careful, so gentle, spreading him with slow thrusts.
He'd never thought he'd like it like this, but the pleasure between them was so big, and all he felt was the heat of Quinn's body, that amazing, tingling energy overwhelming.
"Bram. Tell me it's good. Please. Tell me you like it."
He grunted, nodded. "Good, Quinn. It's good."
He tugged Quinn in on his next thrust. "I like it."
"Thank the lady. You feel... " Quinn gave him a wild grin, beginning to fuck him good, pushing deep.
He laughed, the pleasure all inside him, around him, connected to Quinn. "You like it."
"I love feeling you, touching you. What...what's not to like?"
He would have laughed again, but his breath was caught in his throat and he just went with the pleasure, with Quinn loving on him.
Quinn rocked, moaning and crying out, the lantern light catching the silver hair and making Quinn glow. He reached down for his cock, stroking, tugging, just soaring.
"Love. Yes. Yes. Let me see." Quinn bucked, pushing deep and pegging his gland, sending lightning through him.
"Quinn!" He shouted, coming hard, body squeezing tight around Quinn's cock.
"Yeah..." Quinn bucked, pushing deep, filling him with heat.
He wrapped his arms around Quinn, tugging until Quinn was lying on his chest.
Quinn kissed his chin. "So good, Bram."
He nodded. "I wasn't expecting to like it so much."
Quinn smiled, winked. "It was probably just me."
He laughed and rolled them, kissing Quinn hard. "I'm sure it was. I've never wanted it before. Ever."
"I'm glad you wanted to with me. You felt good around me."
"It’s that magic." Bram nodded. Quinn insisted it wasn't magic, but Bram couldn't see what else it could possibly be.
"It's not magic, but yes, it's us." Quinn cuddled, smiling against his lips.
He smiled back, tongue coming out to touch Quinn's lips. "Not magic? What do you call it then? What is it?"
"Energy. A connection. Love."
He grunted. "I guess."
Quinn's laughter tasted good. "Me, too."
He let Quinn's laughter spark his own. For something as good as this was between them, as necessary, he could let it go and just take it on faith.
Just this once.
***
They were moving again. Not as fast as before, but they were moving.
Quinn discovered he hated the snow.
Hated it.
It was hard to walk on.
It was wet.
It froze his toes.
"Are you sure we can't gate back to the secret room, sleep there for the winter?"
"No."
Bram shook his head and nodded. "Look, we're almost at the peak and then it's mostly downhill all the rest of the way."
"If you change your mind, I'm ready. Anytime. Anytime at all."
"I can't keep you safe there. Aren't you enjoying our trek? Just you and me?"
Quinn looked up. "That's cheating. I just got used to curling up together, sleeping and resting and making love."
"It's nice, isn't it?" Bram grinned. He looked great, face tanned, body fit, hair growing out and falling nicely around that face. "I haven't felt this good in a long time."
Well for that, maybe he could deal with the snow. Quinn nodded, launching himself into Bram's arms for a kiss.
Bram laughed as the big arms caught him, mouth on his as their bodies crashed together. He crawled right up Bram's body, tongue pressing into his lover's mouth. Bram's hands grabbed his ass, holding onto him, keeping him close.
His fingers tangled in Bram's hair, the kiss going on and on and on. Bram worked off his own jacket and tossed it down in the snow, sitting on it as one hand worked its way into Quinn's jacket.
"Your butt's going to freeze." He peeped as Bram's frosty fingers found his skin.
"I'm sure you'll find a way to warm it back up again."
He nod
ded. "I need that ass. It's important."
Vitally.
Bram laughed and brought their mouths together again, fingers finding one of his nipples. "To you."
