The Blacksmith's Apprentice [M/M] - CLOSED

[tamgreen]

Lucan grinned and narrowly held back a giggle as Averey ordered him back to work. It sent a bit of a pleasant tickle shivering up his spine to hear his Bear give a firm, gruff command, even playfully, and he wasn't sure quite what to make of it. His cheeks coloured and he couldn't resist blowing a kiss right back at the young smith.

"I'm pleased to have your company, Averey," he said sweetly as he returned to peeling and chopping vegetables and stirring pots that were beginning to bubble on the great big stove--fillings of all kinds being made ready for the morning. Pleased was indeed an understatement. It was difficult to resist glancing back at Averey constantly, and every time he did, he felt another bubble of joy burst in the middle of his chest. It was just so charmingly domestic having his lover here with him as he cooked. It beautifully enhanced Lucan's fantasies of having a patisserie of his own, where Averey might drift in to grab him in his arms at any time.

He glanced over at his lover again with a cheeky smile, wondering if he was thinking similar things. Whether Averey might fantasize about drawing the curtains shut and bending him over a flour-strewn worktable, yanking his trousers down....

Lucan shivered and glanced at the windows, ensuring his lower half wouldn't be visible should anyone wander by and glance inside. Keeping his eyes locked on Averey, he lifted his apron slowly and rotated his hips so Averey could see the bulge forming beneath his trousers.

 

[grdybiwife]

"Now that is something I could help with," Averey said with a lick of his lips, but fought the urge to get up. They had already risked enough with their kissing in the pantry, he didn't want to take things further. Though he could not take his eyes off that tent in Lucan's trousers.

Averey found himself salivating at the thought of that velvety column of flesh in his mouth and before long his own body was reacting in a similar way. He gave his trousers a tug and fixed Lucan with a bashful smile. "You will pay for such teasing when I get you alone tonight," he threatened with a raised eyebrow then nodded back at Luc's work space, reminding him of his work. Wishing that he had paid more attention to his mother in the kitchen so that he might have the knowledge to speed his Birdie along.

In more hushed tones, Averey smiled and said, "If this were your own place I would happily kneel down beneath that table and suck you to completion and dare you to finish your duties while I worked."

 

[tamgreen]

Lucan flushed all the way down his slender neck at Averey's words. You will pay.... Oh, the unaccountable thrill of being 'punished' by his Bear! Would Averey give him a strapping like a naughty schoolboy? Would he rub his nose in his 'accident', as if Lucan were a pup?

"You wicked man," he scolded playfully, giving Averey a coy glare before wrenching his attention back to the food.

Now he was thinking of nothing but Averey kneeling beneath his table, putting his pert mouth to work on his excited prick. His breath came in tight gasps. Whatever Averey had in mind for him tonight, he wanted it as quickly as possible. His hands worked with increasing speed, a couple of times only narrowly avoiding cutting himself. Fruits, vegetables, herbs, and meats for the insides of pies didn't need to be pretty like the pastry crusts, so there was no need to work with his usual meticulous attention to symmetry and elegance.

After everything had cooked sufficiently, he had a taste from each of the pots on the stove, and decided he was done. He enlisted Averey's help in carrying the pots to the pantry to set down in a cool corner in wait for tomorrow's baking. Finally, he cleaned up the work areas, and grabbed some of today's leftovers, a couple of pastry pockets filled with spiced beef that Lucan said wouldn't be much good tomorrow. They munched as they slipped out the back door of the patisserie and headed for the inn, their way lit only by the moon and stars.

 

[grdybiwife]

Averey couldn't wait to get Lucan home, so consumed with lust for his Birdie he almost forgot that his father was visiting. That is until he saw the man puffing his pipe on the front steps of the inn, having a seemingly pleasant conversation with his mother. He was surprised to see her outside so soon after dinner and he guessed Papa was still manning the bar. He watched as his mother laughed and took a sip from his father's mug before she saw he and Lucan coming up the path.

"And how are my two strapping hardworking apprentices this quiet evening," she said with a wide smile. Her face was a little flush and Avery knew that to mean that she had had a drink or two. "I hear that someone has attempted to usurp my position as the best biscuit maker the village."

"Soft as clouds they were," Dylan said and Cecily narrowed her eyes at him. "But still not near as good as yours," he added with a sly wink at Lucan, then looked to Averey and smiled. "Come my boy let us have an ale before I must retire. I'll be up before the sun tomorrow to make it to the garrison before night fall."

"But it's only a half's day ride," Averey said with a slight frown.

"Not when I'm down my fastest mare," was his father's reply, reminding Averey of his gift and erasing the boy's somber look. A smirk came to his lips as he watched his son glance at the smaller man. "You'll not be long. I have one last gift for you."

With a hand to Lucan's shoulder, Averey fixed him with a look that made his mother blush. She remembered a time when his father looked at her like that, with fire and passion barely concealed. "And you little one can show me how you put heaven in those bisquits," she said to Lucan with a warm smile as she threw an arm around his shoulders to pull him inside.

After grabbing an ale Averey followed his father up to his room and Dylan shut the door behind him. He bid him sit with a nod and followed suit, him on the bed while Averey took the chair by the window. They sat in silence for a few moments while Dylan puffed on his pipe and to Averey it seemed he was contemplating what he might say. Finally, Dylan cleared his throat and put his pipe down on the bedside table.

"You are a good boy Averey," he said with a smile, though he didn't look at him. "It is a shame that I could not watch you grow into the man that you are. A shame that I could not make an honest woman of your Ma. What I am not ashamed of is the possibility of my line ending with you," he said, finally raising his eyes to meet Averey's but the boy had dropped his to study the foam on the surface of his half drank ale. But still Dylan continued. "Nor should you be. This is your life Averey and if nothing more I wish you be happy in it. It is every parents' wish that their babe be better off and what could be better than living out the rest of your days with one you hold dear. Shame that you won't be able to experience such happiness here but such is life. The realm is larger than this village boy and I wish you find your place in it."

Dylan got up to go to the trunk that was in every room to retrieve his own lock box, the key for which he kept on a chain around his neck. Once unlocked, Dylan pulled a sack out and tossed it at Averey. It wasn't the first time he had slipped his son coin but never had it been so much. Nor was it ever gold. There were a few gems as well and a ring.

"It was your grandfather's and now it is yours."

"But Da...won't your wife...should this not be..."

"That is my ring and you are my son. She has no say in what I do for you. You will take all that I've given and put it towards a life for you and Lucan. The odds are stacked well against you and you'll need all the help you can get."

"Da...this is...I don't..."

"Just say thank you and be done with it. You are my boy. Don't you ever forget it," he said as he rose to mess his hair. "Now off with you."

Averey jumped up and grabbed his father in a tight bear hug before he left him to find Luc and tell him the good news.

 

[tamgreen]

Lucan was so passionately fixated on his Bear, on those blazing, longing stares, that he was unaware of Averey's parents taking notice of the silent exchanges between them. He blushed over the talk of his biscuits, feeling at once uncomfortable and flattered at taking compliments. He did feel a certain amount of pride at Cecily's request for his input on her baking, and he agreed cheerily.

Lucan didn't miss Dylan's mention of a final gift, and he met Averey's eyes with a gleam of hope as his thin chest inflated. They parted ways, and Lucan smiled warmly at Averey's mother.

"It's nice, working in the kitchen with you," he remarked as they began measuring out flour. "I know my mother would find it... threatening."

She gave his shoulders a little squeeze, not replying immediately. It was obvious there were reasons for the boy's strained relationship with his parents, and especially with his mother--reasons that inspired Cecily to vivid imaginings of having some choice words with Ardith Breck, but she knew when to keep her mouth shut, even while flush with ale.

"Oh, I have my moments," she finally said with a light chuckle. "There's no such thing as a perfect parent. But I like to think I was blessed with the world's best son... and I think we're both better off to have you in our lives. You're a fine boy, Luc." She brushed a thumb across the tip of his nose, leaving a white spot of flour.

Lucan blushed all over again and grinned widely. He spent the next little while showing her his baking process, until Averey thundered down the stairs, beaming, to find him. Lucan carefully restrained his own excitement, ready to dive into his Bear's arms, but he looked politely to Cecily first. She smirked and gave him a little jostle with her hip.

"Go on, get out of here you two!" she said in an almost scolding tone. "No more boys in my kitchen for the rest of the night."

Lucan laughed and impulsively threw his arms around her in a tight hug. She squeezed him snugly in response, and then urged him in Averey's direction.

 

[grdybiwife]

Averey smiled as he watched his mother embrace Lucan as if he were her own child. He was happy to see his Birdie receive the love and appreciation he so desperately needed, and deserved. He only wished that his own mother would feel so compelled to grab him up and hold him tight, but there was nothing he could do about that. He was just glad his mother had so easily taken up the slack, and welcomed him into her home as if he had been a constant fixture all along.

When Cecily thrust Lucan at him, Averey caught him with an arm around his waist and held him close, for the first time not caring who might see them. "Good night mother," he said to her without taking his eyes off Lucan and his flush face as he pulled him to their room.

And once the door was thorough jammed shut, Averey attack the smaller man's mouth as if Lucan's mouth was his only source of fresh air. Groping hands pulled roughly at his pants as he tried desperately to get inside them, to feel the smooth skin of his bare bottom. And Averey groaned once his goal was achieved and let the sack of coins drop carelessly to the floor so that there was nothing to keep him from taking hold of those soft globes as he thrust his tongue into his mouth.

"Don't your father ever tell you not to poke hungry bears," he growled as he pushed Lucan down onto the bed so that his face was buried in the bed linens. Averey yanked his pants down around his knees with a grunt, exposing that round rump he loved so much. He gave it a playful tap, then another and moaned at the way it jiggled. "This looks like a most satisfying meal," he groaned as he kneel down behind Lucan and ran his tongue down the cleft of his ass. "I will teach you to tease me boy," he said before he offered another slap, this one a bit harder than the first.

 

[tamgreen]

Lucan was seized with a chill of nervousness when Averey embraced him so comfortably in front of his mother, but the feeling passed quickly once he realized that Averey was completely at ease. Lucan wasn't sure what had changed, or when. Perhaps the change had happened so slowly as to have been imperceptible. Whatever the case, it seemed now that they had nothing to worry about with regards to Averey's parents.

He happily allowed himself to be spirited away to the bedroom they'd been sharing. Averey's affections hit him like a tidal wave, knocking all the strength from his limbs; that aggressively searching tongue filled him, drowning him. Lucan was as helpless as a little bird in the grasp of a predator as Averey's massive paws reached into his trousers to maul his bare behind.

"Ohh, oh!" he gasped, wriggling as if to get closer to Averey's rough, loving hands. "Oh my Bear!"

His verbal expressions of pleasure were muffled as Averey pushed him down onto the bed. He moaned into the sheets, craving that deep growling authority in his lover's voice. He longed to be Averey's prey, pushed, pulled, tossed around, squeezed, smacked, toyed with, and consumed. In a flash his bottoms had been yanked down, and Averey's tongue was plunging into his cleft.

"Mmmmm...!" he groaned into the mattress. The first time Averey had tongued him this way, they had had the freedom of the outdoors, and the nearly involuntarily exclamations of shock and ecstasy had simply melted into the night. Now here they were at the inn, where folk might overhear--Lucan knew he had to try to keep quiet, but Averey seemed to be using a little less caution than usual. As his broad, callused hands began to slap Lucan's tender cheeks, the smaller man couldn't keep back the squeals.

Lucan's hands squeezed the bedsheets in tight bunches. He clenched his jaw, moaning, whimpering, and pressing his round ass back toward Averey, begging for more, more, and still more of his hungry mouth, but instead he received more punishing spanks. He took them bravely, even if he couldn't hold back the occasional yelp. When he at last felt the hot, saliva-slick tongue begin to press inside him, a jolt shot through his body, and he felt as if he might have hit the ceiling had Averey not been weighing him down. His legs trembled. He jerked his hips, practically fucking himself on Averey's tongue as his shaky cries continued to be absorbed by the mattress beneath them.

 

[grdybiwife]

How he loved the helpless cries his Birdie made at his touch. Averey was rock hard as soon as their mouths met but now his cock leaked with the sounds of Lucan's pleasure filled yelps and moans. He was overcome with need and desire. Even as his tongue writhed against that impossibly pink pucker, Averey humped at nothing. He nearly tore his pants trying to free himself from the prison they created and let out a loud grunt of frustration.

"Look at what you've done you dirty dirty boy," he growled in Lucan's ear as he pressed his hardness to his backside. The action was more to tease than to gain entry. Even though they had done it once, Averey wanted his love to be better prepared for the invasion. In truth he wanted to hear him beg again. "I've not been able to think of anything but this," he told him with another hard slap to Lucan's meaty rump as he drove his hips against him roughly, but this time he followed it up with a gentle caress, running his hand tenderly over the slightly reddened flesh as he ran his tongue along the base of his neck. "You drive me mad with need Lucan Breck. It is all I can do not to lock you away," he admitted as he reached around to cup Lucan's stiffness to stroke it lovingly, matching the rhythm of his humping.

But still he did not force entry. He could wait for that. First he wanted to see his Birdie, all of him so he sat back with his arms snug around Lucan's waist and stood to put Lucan in the middle of the floor before he sat heavily on his bed. "Undress...I want to see you," he demanded in a low whisper as he fisted his cock, his eyes full of fiery lust as he looked at his Birdie.

 

[tamgreen]

Yes, yes, oceans of yes! More, and more, and more--he thirsted for ever more of his Bear. Every gentle touch, rough smack, sweet kiss, firm nibble, loving whisper, and commanding growl... everything from Averey drove Lucan to heavenly heights.

"Averey!" he groaned in desperate need as that thick, rigid organ pressed against his tender backside. It was torture, delicious torture. His pelvis jerked, begging for penetration. "Averey, aghh!"

He squealed at another unexpected firm spank and then shuddered at the gentler caress of Averey's large and powerful yet intuitive hands. That hardness at his cleft continued its steady teasing thrusts. He gasped and grinned into the mattress, euphoric with the knowledge that he drove his Averey mad with lust, for certainly Averey had the same effect on him. Their mutual need was a shower of sparks in a dry tinder forest, ready to ignite into an inferno at the merest whisper of breath.

"Ohhh my Bear," he moaned as Averey reached beneath him to stroke his rigid prick. He was so lost in the carnal pleasure of Averey's body and hands on him that he scarcely noticed the movement until he was suddenly thrust into the centre of the little bedroom to stand alone. He was disoriented for a moment, but quickly the fire returned to his eyes as he watched Averey tugging at his cock while staring hungrily at his body.

Never one to be proud of his form, and in fact effectively trained from an early age to be ashamed of his scrawniness, the feeling of being an object of a lustful gaze was still new to the slender young man. Still, the irresistible draw between himself and this broadly-built, muscular young smith was so intoxicating as to drive away all of his insecurities for the present time. In that moment he saw himself through Averey's eyes--beautiful, desirable, precious, ethereal, tantalizing--and he moved his body with slow, graceful, deliberate relish, letting his lover drink in every angle.

His trousers were still bunched around his knees, and he started by leaning over to unlace his boots, turning his rump in Averey's direction, swaying his rosy cheeks temptingly back and forth as he worked, and finally stepped out of the boots, followed by his bottoms. Now naked from the hips downward, he turned a slow circle, cockstand jutting out in front of him. He made eye contact with Averey and then peeled up his shirt from the bottom, finally lifting it over his head and tossing it aside. He ran his slender hands down his smooth, nearly hairless front, his skin fair and soft and freckled in places. He took a step toward Averey, turned a circle again, and spread his arms invitingly.

"Every part of me, Averey, from the hairs on my head down to every toe, from the outside all the way down to my heart and soul, is yours, all yours," he breathed. "Take, and do as you will. If you wish to keep your little bird in a cage, I shall sing for you and be pleased for the privilege. If you should wish to throw me down in a public square and fuck me for the world to see, I shall scream your name and consider it worth any consequence. If you should wish to whip me senseless, I shall beg for more or bite my tongue. If you should wish to build me a home and let me feed you and love you and lie with you as we grow old together, I shall be the happiest and most fortunate creature who ever lived."

 

[grdybiwife]

"Oh Birdie I want all those things," he said as he reached to grab the smaller man and pull him into his lap. Then he saw the coins on the floor and realized he'd forgotten his father's most recent gift. With Lucan still in his arms, Averey bent to retrieve the sack and stood to lay Lucan down on the bed so that he could undress.

"And now that dream is so much closer," he said as he tossed the purse to land on the bed beside Lucan. "I've not counted it but I think that is a good start to our new life together. I'll use some to buy a map from one of the passing merchants and perhaps ply them with drink to learn of a proper place to settle once we've completed our apprenticeships. As much as I love sharing this room with you my love, you deserve so much more. Your own kitchen, a shop to feed the masses...and your hungry bear of course. A place of our own," he said dreamily as he lay down beside Lucan and deposited the jiggly bag on his bedside table.

Then he turned his hungry glare back to Lucan and pulled him close with a hand in his hair to push his tongue forcefully into his mouth while his other reached down to tease that tight little hole. Gone was the moment of tenderness, what Averey felt now was the same primal urgency as when they first stepped into the room. He wanted him, to command him and it seemed Lucan was willing to his bidding.

"But all that can wait my deer sweet Birdie," he growled as he held a handful of Lucan's hair in his fist. "For now I wish only feel that naughty mouth on my manhood. The only song I wish to hear is that of you begging for my seed. Come now my Birdie let me feel the back of your throat," he said as he pushed his head down to press his face against his crotch.

 

[tamgreen]

With a gasp Lucan weighed the bag of coin in his hand, and peeked into it to spy the gold and even jewels waiting for them, gleaming with promise and potential. His smile grew wider and wider as Averey spoke, and stripped off his clothing.

But, so quickly did his Bear return to his former ferocity that Lucan cried out with surprise at the teasing of his tender hole, still slick with Averey's saliva, though his cry was thoroughly muffled by Averey's invading tongue. He was totally disarmed by his lover's aggressive need, deeply aroused by the control he exerted. Eagerly obedient and pliable, Lucan moved willingly where Averey pushed him and opened his mouth widely to receive the tantalizing man-flesh he'd come to crave so keenly. Yes, he would take it in either end, at his lover's pleasure.

"Mmmm," he moaned as Averey pushed deeply into his mouth, and then made a slight choking noise when that thick cock pressed its way further, forcing his throat to accommodate. Lucan relaxed as best he could and swallowed down the invading member, his moist eyes flicking up to drink in Averey's expression. His soft, slender hands roamed up and down Averey's strong thighs, and soon found his muscular bottom, giving it an experimental squeeze. He could not guess as to whether Averey would enjoy the attention to his behind as much as Lucan enjoyed it, but he let his fingers creep closer down into Averey's warm cleft as he sucked and bobbed on his cock.

 

[grdybiwife]

At the sound of Lucan's gag Averey almost relented but when there was now further struggle, he lay back againt the pillow to enjoy that warm mouth he loved so much. And when he felt those soft hands on his bottom, Averey could do nothing but spread his legs to give his lover better access.

"That's it Birdie," he moaned, his head back against the pillows and his hands tangled in that shocking red hair as his hips thrust against Lucan's giving mouth. "Show your bear how much you love him." Lost in pleasure, Averey occasionally help Lucan down and thrust, causing his throat to contract. And every time his toes curled and his stomach clenched.

But he didn't want to spill his seed just yet. After last night Averey vowed that he would deposited his load in Lucan's rear as often as he would allow, and judging by his pledge, that would be more often than he had first believed. With a grunt Averey pushed his man off his cock, and was delighted by the loud pop his tip made as it broke free the suction of those soft lips. His hand still in Lucan's hair, Averey directed him to his heavy sack.

"They wish to hear your song as well Birdie," Averey said with a chuckle as he pushed Lucan's face against the his bollucks.

 

[tamgreen]

Lucan panted hard as Averey pulled him off of his thick rod of flesh. His cheeks were deeply flushed, his lashes were matted with gathering tears, and his chin was wet with a trail of saliva, but the look he gave his lover just before his head was thrust downward was pure love, with a bright spark of lust. The strong grip of Averey's large hands on his hair thrilled him, as did the robust tastes and musky smells of the young man's unwashed body. He inhaled deeply, drinking in the strong, manly odour, and yet more eager saliva gathered in Lucan's hungry mouth.

His tongue darted out, lapping at the soft skin sheathing the heavy ballocks that hung proudly at the base of Averey's magnificent cockstand. He opened his jaw widely and was just barely able to suck one fleshy orb into his mouth, swirling his tongue across it as he moaned deeply, sending tantalizing vibrations through Averey's core. He treated the other ball to the same, and then licked some more, wetting them thoroughly, kissing, and nipping teasingly at the loose flesh between them. He smiled against Averey's sack as he heard his Bear grunt with enjoyment, and felt his balls squeeze up close to his body with the surge of erotic pleasure.

Lucan's curious tongue dug beneath his sack, exploring the warm crevice and trailing even further downward, messily kissing and licking along the firm expanse below his jewels, making soft noises of enjoyment all the while. Averey's legs has splayed very widely, and soon Lucan realized his mouth had now come within a finger's breadth of Averey's pucker.

He paused, letting his warm breath drift over it. He was thinking of how much he'd enjoyed being licked back there, but still felt that perhaps it was a strange or filthy thing and was hesitant to try it on Averey without his say-so.

 

[grdybiwife]

Averey's hips bucked wildly at Lucan's ministrations. Shock ran through him when he felt the smaller man's warm breath beneath his drawn sack, but it made him no less wanton for his Birdie. In fact Averey spread his legs wider and drew his knees up so that Lucan may have even more access, and he never let go his hair.

"Yes my love...that's it...explore me with that naughty mouth," he instructed in a gruff whisper, his eyes closed and head back. "Pleasure me as you see fit my Birdie. I am yours to play with as you are mine. I trust you," he said, the last as he drew Lucan's head up to lock eyes with him and ran his thick fingers through his hair before he released him.

Knowing that the smaller man might struggle under the weight of his muscled thighs, Averey offered some assistance, grabbing the back of his knees to pull his legs back. Now he was wide open for him. "I would take you as you take me Lucan. I am yours and you are mine. I would never give what I would not take from you my beautiful boy, never." Even as he said it Averey knew it would not be the same. As much as he loved that adorable little prick that jutted from his man, there was no comparing the discomfort that Lucan felt when Averey pressed inside him. But still he was willing. "I wish you know how good I felt whilst inside you my love."

 

[tamgreen]

The petite redheaded lad gazed up at his lover with a wet-eyed expression of fond adoration.

"Averey, sometimes I feel as if my heart should burst when I'm with you!" he whispered heatedly, hugging his lover's muscular thighs. His plump, ruddy, saliva-slick lips curled into a cheeky grin. "My prick will surely do so...!"

Lucan giggled and dove back down to Averey's bottom. He contemplated it for a few extended moments and then extended his tongue to have a brief, curious lick. He inhaled and shivered, surprised to find that there was nothing unpleasant about this. He spread out his tongue over Averey's pucker and licked broadly, lapping at his rear in earnest and enjoying himself rather more than he would have expected. He plunged in fully, pressing his face against Averey's hot flesh and poking his tongue at the opening, prodding stalwartly through the tight ring of muscle that barred his entrance.

Once he had made some progress at loosening up his lover a little, he drew himself up and pressed the tip of his raging hard cock against the freshly-licked hole. Lucan hadn't planned on this, but he was going forward with it nonetheless, like a man possessed. He fixed his eyes intently on his lover's flushed face.

"I love you, Averey Inman!" he gasped. "And I'm going to fuck you!"

Furrowing his brow with determination, he propped his hands on Averey's broad, hairy chest and gave a mighty push.

 

[grdybiwife]

Averey gritted his teeth at Lucan's entrance, stifling a grunt that would been loud and filled with displeasure. It didn't hurt though but it didn't feel nearly as good as that warm tongue on his tight hole. His eyes closed, Averey marveled at how Lucan had allowed such a thing. If not for the love that had grown between them Averey would have surely thrown him off.

That is until Lucan began to move, slowly dragging his hardness back only to press forward again. First a gasp that quickly turned to moans as Lucan battered his insides. His cock came back to life with every thrust, leaking clear fluids with every thrust. His whimpers of pleasure filled the room before he grabbed the back of Lucan's neck to pull him down for a deep kiss.

"Ohhhh Birdie," he moaned over and over again as he wrapped his arms around Lucan, his hardness trapped between thier sweat slick bodies. "I didn't think I would like it... I was wrong... Sooo wrong my beautiful boy... I will take you as often as you wish," he promised, though he would have preferred to give. The look of determination and triumph on Lucan's face was enough to make Averey want to lay beneath him again.

 

[tamgreen]

Lucan's eyes were wide and gleaming as he watched Averey's reactions to his movements. As he quickened and deepened his thrusts, he was beginning to understand the growling beast that came over his sweet love when in this position. His fingertips dug into Averey's shoulders; he began to softly, rhythmically grunt through clenched teeth in time with his fucking. He felt so big... he felt like a man.

The feeling of Averey's thick cock hardening between their bellies and drooling slick fluid over both of them was delicious, and he grinned around his bared teeth, knowing he was turning Averey on. He humped him like an excited puppy, panting and huffing and grunting.

"Averey," he gasped, "ohh... I... I'm gonna... put my seed in you!"

With a little howl, he climaxed very suddenly, pumping several eager squirts of cum into Averey's bottom, and finally collapsed on top of him with exhaustion.

 

[grdybiwife]

He didn't need to hear the words to know what was coming. Averey could feel Lucan throbbing inside him, his bollucks clapping hard against his ass as he drove himself as deep as he could go. And Averey loved every bit of it. Loved the taste of his sweat as it dripped down his face contorted in the throes of passion. The sounds of his manly grunts as he plowed into him with all his weight so hard that Averey's body had shifted upwards with each thrust. But mostly he loved the feel of of Lucan on top of him, professing his love with his body in the most primal way. Sure he appreciated his flowery words and soft kisses but Averey most loved when Lucan lost all propriety and let loose the filthy commentary that illustrated his lust.

"Yes Lucan...my dirty little Bird...sing for me your naughty song...paint me with your seed...ughhh...my goodness Lucan...ohhh how I love you," Averey growled as he himself spilled his seed, so lost in the show Lucan he hadn't even realized how close he was to spending. Or was it that Lucan's climax brought his own? Either way as he felt Lucan's fiery seed erupt inside him, Averey let loose his own, painting their bellies with his own excitement.

"Oh my Birdie..." he mumbled over and over again as he ran his thick fingers through the string of his seed then pushed the fingers into his mouth. A lusty grin came to his face as he eyed Lucan, his hair sweat matted all around his face, and shoved the fingers into his mouth for him to suck. "Do you see what you have done to me? My dirty beautiful boy," he asked as he pulled Lucan down to lay on his chest so that he may ravage his mouth with rough kisses.

 

[tamgreen]

Lucan devoured the sticky fingers that were plunged into his mouth, licking and sucking up every trace of Averey's seed that he could get. The taste of it seemed to sustain him; he was addicted.

"Oh my Bear, my ravenous beastly man!" he panted, accepting the aggressive kisses and sucking eagerly at Averey's tongue. He pulled away from Averey's delicious mouth only to slide down his body and lick up more of the splattered and smeared seed from Averey's belly and chest. He returned to kiss his lover again, sharing the taste of him back and forth between their hungry tongues.

"I shall be as beautiful and as dirty as you please, my love," he moaned against Averey's lips. "Always, as you please. I love to be filthy with you!"

After another flurry of ardent kisses, once again Lucan pulled away from his embrace, eyes shining, and turned himself around, diving back down to Averey's bottom. He sealed his mouth over Avery's sloppy, freshly fucked hole and licked it heartily, plunging his tongue in and sucking up both of their essences. Turning back at last to Averey's mouth, he shared this treasure between their lips and tongues, feeding Averey traces of the seed that he'd spurted inside of him.

 

[grdybiwife]

If Averey could have held him closer he would have. He was afraid there might be bruise from the way he gripped Lucan so tightly, his arms locked around the slender frame of this man he loved so much. His kisses were heaven and though he had just lost his load, Averey could already feel his body responding to the near feverish touches from his man.

"I love you...I love you," he found himself whispering over and over again between kisses before he settled Lucan down beside him, pulling him close so that their bodies touched completely. A tangle of legs and arms, still panting from their passionate exertion. "Whether covered in flour or glistened with sweat, I will always find you beautiful my little song bird. Always," he said with a soft kiss to the stop of Lucan's head. And just before he drifted off he said, "When we have a place of our own I'll have you both ways."

*****​

Averey awoke blissfully sore from the most restful sleep. He smiled and ran his hand through Lucan's hair, kissed his forehead before he slid out from beneath him. The sun had just begun it's rise and they needn't be to their apprenticeships anytime soon, so he would let his Birdie sleep. But he wished to see his father off, so Averey dressed quickly and headed out into the kitchen where he found his mother and father having a quiet conversation over a cup of coffee. They stopped talking when they saw him and Averey caught a slight blush on his Ma's cheeks. His father raised an eye brow and chuckled making Averey all of a sudden uncomfortable.

"Sit boy," Dylan said and kicked the chair next to him away from the table. "Have a coffee with your old man before he goes." Averey did as he was told and his mother put a steaming mug in front of him, and a few slice of the fig bread she made special for his Da. "I told your Ma of all the things I've given you and that I expect a visit as soon as your apprenticeship is completed. I'll do all I can to help you find a place in this world boy...you and him," he said with a wink that did nothing to make Averey feel any less awkward about this conversation.

"Oh stop making him squirm Dyl," Cecily said with a rough to Averey's hair as she passed him to start breakfast preparations.

"A word of advice son, nail the bed to the floor..."

"Dylan!"

"It's only what a father should tell his boy, no matter his partner. Voices don't carry so often but that thump is unmistakable," he said with a chuckle and Averey dropped his head to the table. "Be not ashamed boy. You're virile young man, you evenings should be full of moving furniture..."

"Alright Dylan Gregory that is enough!" Cecily shouted in a harsh whisper, wielding a rolling pin, poised to strike. "I think it's time you be on your way."

"Sweets for the road," He said with a smirk as he stood and quick back away as Cecily took a menacing step at him. "It seems I've well worn out my welcome. It was lovely while it lasted," he said with a courtly bow making Averey's mother blush. She offered her hand and Dylan to kiss her knuckles tenderly.

"Dylan Gregory, more rogue than gentleman you are," she said, her face flush.

"If I were not than we would not have him."

"True enough," was Cecily's unexpected response as she gave Dylan a shove towards the door.

Unlike most courtiers, Dylan Gregory traveled light with only one bag other than his saddle bag and Averey carried it off to the stable to ready his horse. They were quiet as they worked and Averey enjoyed the companionable silence.

"You know there was a time when you were attached to me for these visits," Dylan said as they walked the horse out of the stable to the road. "Even slept in my room, I guess I expected the same but I am glad that it wasn't. You've grown into a fine man Averey Inman and let no one tell you otherwise. You hear me boy."

"Yes Da."

"And when your done, you'll come visit. The littlest one won't stop bugging me about meeting her mysterious big brother," he said with a smirk as he pulled Averey into a tight bear hug.

"I promise Da. As soon as I'm done."

With that Dylan Gregory released his son with a heavy clap to his back and mounted his horse. He wasted no time kicking the beast into motion so that his boy would not see the tears that bloomed in his eyes as they parted ways. It was the same at the end of every visit, only this time the tears were not just for Averey but for Cecily as well. With Averey well on his way to manhood and leaving the nest, there would be no excuse for him to see his first and only true love. He would have to find a way.

Averey watched his father gallop away until he couldn't see him anymore before he made his way back to the inn. His mother had already gotten the bread into the oven and there was porridge on the cook fire. He sat heavily in his chair and let out a deep sigh.

"I miss him too," she said quietly."

 

[tamgreen]

Lucan woke slowly, sluggishly, with a delicious warm feeling in his loins, the wistful ache of a night of glorious lovemaking. He remembered with a sleepy grin the sensation of squeezing his excited prick into Averey's hole, and mused that, had he not wholly annihilated his virginity before, he was certainly well into proper manhood by this point. He had fucked and been fucked, and how many others could truly say so?

He could feel that Averey had already left him; it was not unusual for his lover to rise earlier than he. Lucan curled up in the centre of the mattress and nuzzled the well-loved sheet, inhaling the blissfully familiar scents of Averey's sweat, Averey's seed, everything Averey. Home. How lucky he was to have such a lover! He was gleeful with adoration.

Finally, Lucan stumbled out of bed and pulled his clothes on. He gave no heed to his wildly bed-mussed hair, distracted as he was by thoughts of love. He was also lulled by his increasing sense that Averey's family knew all about them by now, and raised no objections. And now, with the generous gifts Dylan Gregory had bestowed, everything seemed to be falling into place. If he hadn't known that any priest would inevitably dismiss their love as an abomination and a blasphemy, he might have suspected that the gods themselves had blessed this union.

Thus disheveled and moony, the young baker drifted into the kitchen, flush and breathless with sweet happiness and ease, keen to set his eyes on his handsome Bear, but the first glimpse he had of Averey rent a wide tear through the tenuous fabric of his joyous assurance. Averey was slumped at the table, head down, shoulders sagging, and even the normally animated Cecily Inman was looking downcast.

An icy spear of terror bolted up Lucan's spine. His first thought was his worst fear--someone important had found out, and everything was going to be ruined. He stopped breathing for several moments, and stood motionless at the threshold, waiting for the inevitable. His desire to go straight to Averey's arms was held at bay for the time being, not wanting to make a bad situation worse.

 

[grdybiwife]

"What's the matter little on. Looks like you've seen a ghost," Cecily said with a sad smile at Lucan. Averey hadn't even heard him come out of the room but his face immediately brightened when he looked upon his love.

"I went to see my Da off. I didn't want to wake you," he said as he rose from his chair to sling an arm loosely around the smaller man's neck to pull him to the breakfast table. "I didn't get to spend much time with him this visit given my...apprenticeship but I thought I should give him a proper good bye. He made me promise to visit when we are done..."

"And I plan to force the issue if you two play on forgetting," Cecily promised as she slid a plate in front of Lucan. "You'll not waste away in this godforsaken village like the rest of us."

"You talk as if you do not love it here," Averey said and his mother scoffed.

"My love for you is what kept me here Averey, not this place. If your Da and I hadn't been silly teenagers I would have gone off to do something, anything other than this."

"But what about Papa? You would have left him here all alone."

"Please, your Papa is more than capable of taking care of himself and this Inn. He'd been doing it alone all my life and if I hadn't stayed there would have been no shortage of boys willing take up the slack." Averey frowned at that, feeling like his very existence ruined his mother's life but she grabbed his chin and raised his face to look at her. "But I have no regrets about the life I chose Averey. Not with laying with your father or bringing you into this world. He was the love of my life but I always knew that we could never be more than what we were. Having you allowed me to keep a piece of the joy we shared all those years ago, and there was the unexpected side effect of his continued presence in my life. Even if we don't share what we once did, he is still a great friend your Da and I don't think his wife would abide our relationship if not for you my boy. So do not be glum when I speak of what might have been but it is the nature of parenting to want more for your child then you had for yourself. I'm sure your Da had similar thoughts," she said with a raised eyebrow and Averey smirked a little.

"He did."

"Well be a good boy and mind us as you always have. Go out, see the world, make mistakes, and don't let anybody tell you how to live your life...that goes for you too little one. You're under my roof now and you'll mind me or I'll give you a walloping just as I would this one," Cecily said to Lucan with a playful shake of her fist.

 

[tamgreen]

Lucan relaxed and exhaled when he realized the true reason for the downcast mood in the kitchen this morning. He smiled sheepishly, inwardly scolding himself for always leaping toward the direst of conclusions, and expressed a grateful thanks to Averey's mother for the breakfast.

He was comfortable and content here, with Averey and his Ma. He had come to adore her quite a lot, and appreciated that she treated him like one of her own, especially after the cold treatment he'd received from his own mother. As stifling as this little village could be, he was lucky to have room and board and pleasant company here at least for the duration of his and Averey's apprenticeships. His eyes misted up when she instructed them both to go out, see the world, make mistakes, and don't let anybody tell you how to live your life. It was like the exact reverse of the messages he always felt he'd gotten from his parents.

"For certain I'll mind you," he replied wholeheartedly. "Not just because of your fearsome rolling pin."

After sharing a laugh and a few more words, the two young men were off to their apprenticeships. Lucan enjoyed what time he could with his lover before they had to part.

"If fortune favours us I won't have to stay as late tonight," Lucan said softly, when no one else was near. "I'll try to bring home one of my best pies. I'll fill your belly... and then maybe you can fill mine." He smiled up at Averey privately. "Can we go to that place... that lovely place by the stream?"

 

[grdybiwife]

"Sure Birdie, if it's not too late when you're done," Averey said with a yawn. He was exhausted and the day hadn't even started yet but he couldn't deny Lucan's request. It didn't matter where they were to him, as long as they were together.

With a parting wave, Averey made his way slowly to the smithy. He had no desire to work but of course he didn't much have a choice. He needed a trade if he wanted to provide for his man. So lost in his haze, he didn't notice the pretentious son of the local magistrate eyeing him as he made his way down the road to the smithy. The boy watched the entire exchange between Averey and Lucan with suspicious eyes, but it was Averey who he trailed until the bigger boy turned towards the back of the smithy.

Averey gave the door a tap before he entered then went about lighting the forge and gathering coal as he had been doing since Lucan began his apprenticeship at the baker's. Mindless and menial, and he body was thoroughly worn down from all the late nights with Lucan. He was beginning to think that perhaps they might need temper their passion, but even as he thought it he knew that could not be. What had developed between them could not be anything less than urgent. The taboo of it, coupled with the fact that they genuinely cared for each other, and they fit together so seamlessly made it difficult for it to be anything less than what it was. And they were young, full of boundless energy. Well maybe not boundless but still boys of their age were supposed to be insatiable.

"You're awfully jovial for one who's father departed this morning," Ivor said with a smirk as Averey came in from the well with two buckets full of water. It was his third trip and he hadn't even noticed he was smiling until the smithy mentioned it.

"It was a good visit. He gave me a sword and a horse."

Ivor whistled at that and said, "The king pays his men well enough. Perhaps you'll teach Lucan to ride."

Averey bit his lip to keep from smirking and gave the smithy a nod as he donned his apron and prepared for the start of the day. The mood was much lighter this day. Mrs. Breck even brought down lunch but she didn't look at Averey, just set the plates down on the table and went back upstairs. The men laughed and joked while they ate. Ivor even teased Averey on his slim courting prospects, unaware that the young man had already found love with his own son. Averey was tight lipped through that exchange and excepted his advice on life and love, most of which contradicted the counsel of his own parents. There was a lot of settling down and avoiding the dangers of the big walled cities, but Averey took it for what it was, Ivor showing him that he cared for him. And despite his early exhaustion the day flew by and before he knew it they were sweeping up and dousing the kilns. He'd even finished the sword he planned to give Lucan and Ivor gave him an old scabbard to put it in. Ivor bid him good night with the usual slap on the back and Averey headed off into the night.

He didn't go straight home though. Instead he stopped at the tanners to see if his new friend Jacob could do him the favor of cleaning up the sheath that Ivor had given him. He thought it would be better than having something new and Jacob was more than happy to help. He even offered to keep both until they were ready.

Again Averey found himself whistling on his way home. The air was crisp and the sun was just setting as he mounted the stairs to the inn.

 

[tamgreen]

Lucan was practically skipping as he hurried off to the Goodwyne bakery, energized by the sweetness and thrill of young love. It was not until he had his apron on and had slipped into the pantry to gather ingredients that the exhaustion of a long work day and a late night of lovemaking hit him. It took a fair measure of effort to keep himself from simply collapsing atop the nearest sack of flour and stealing an illicit nap.

He pushed himself to get to work--he had been impressing Hector Goodwyne plenty, and could ill afford to lose that favour. If he was going to be a pastrycook for the rest of his life, he wanted to be the best. Because the better he was, the sweeter a life he could build for his Bear and himself. He had no doubt Averey would be a good provider, but Lucan was a man too, and he had every intention of giving the best he possibly could to the one he loved, the one he planned to grow old with.

Hector was in fine spirits despite obviously being exhausted himself. He divided his time between the kitchen and the upstairs rooms where his currently bedridden wife and newborn daughter were resting, leaving Lucan to take on the bulk of the baking, just as he had yesterday. The young man tried to resign himself to working another long day, but things turned around when a guest suddenly arrived mid-morning. A cart pulled up to the patisserie, and out popped a young lady about Lucan's age, whom he soon learned was Mella Goodwyne's younger sister, Mirabel. At the time, Lucan barely caught a glimpse of her. She was a little slip of a thing, very excitable and demanding to know whether she had missed the birth. Hector straightaway took her upstairs to meet the newest member of the Goodwyne family. Soon enough he returned to the kitchen in even higher spirits than he'd been earlier.

"We've been expecting Mirabel all week," Hector explained as he hefted in one of the large flour sacks that Luc still had trouble with. "Now, mercifully, I can leave the extra care of my poor Mella in her sister's hands and finally catch up on things around here. What a blessing!"

Lucan agreed that it was indeed a blessing, certainly so for him, as he privately fantasized about leaving work at a reasonable hour and putting himself blissfully at his Bear's mercy.

Near the end of the work day, Mirabel ventured down to the kitchen with baby Nellie nestled in her arms, granting Mella at least a brief nap. She prattled away to Hector about her sister's condition, and how beautiful and how brilliant the new baby was, and soon took notice of Lucan silently working away.

"And who is this strapping lad, brother Hector?" she inquired, her tone affectionately teasing, for it was abundantly obvious to all that Lucan was far from strapping.

"The young man is Lucan Breck, my worthy apprentice," Hector replied, glancing between the two of them with a half-smile that made Lucan nervous. "He's the smithy's boy, but what a surprise his gifted hands are best suited to delicate pastry! Have a look in the case there, and tell me if you can believe this fine fellow I took on only last week has fashioned those beautiful pies with his own two hands, with no direction."

Mirabel leaned in to inspect the elegantly crafted pastry and gasped in awe. Her gaze turned to fix intently on Hector's apprentice. "Did you really make these yourself, Lucan Breck?" she demanded. "Even those dear little birds on the crust?"

Lucan flushed and nodded. "Yes'm. I did."

Hector snorted quietly.

Mirabel looked as if she might be clapping her hands and jumping up and down had she not been holding a baby. "Goodness me! You are an artist, good sir. I should like to buy these lovely things you make, were it not for the fact that my brother-in-law would surely refuse my coin."

"He would indeed," Hector assured her. "At any rate, there'll be leftovers at the end of the day."

Mirabel lingered around the kitchen chatting, mostly at Lucan, which he found somewhat embarrassing even if there was something sort of nice about meeting someone who'd never heard any of the town gossip about him and thus far actually liked him for who he was rather than dismissing him as a snob from the off. But he wasn't exactly sure she liked him in a manner he could like her in return.

The baby began to fuss, and Mirabel debated over whether she should return upstairs and disturb her sister from the nap she so desperately needed.

"Let Mella rest," Hector encouraged. "Give Lucan a try at settling down my little flower. He's not only good with pastries, Mira--Luc can sing like an angel. Calmed Nellie right down just yesterday."

"Oh Lucan, yes, do!" Mirabel wheedled, leaning close to him with the mewling infant. She grinned encouragingly, two bright spots of pink rising in her cheeks. "I would adore hearing you sing."

Lucan shuffled his feet and chewed on his lip for a few moments. "I... oh, I couldn't possibly," he stammered, unaccustomed to singing for an audience other than his lover, the birds themselves, or a private audience of baby Nellie. With both Mirabel and Hector goading him, he felt dreadfully embarrassed.

"Come now, Luc--you managed it fine yesterday!" Hector urged.

"Please, Lucan, please, won't you try?" Mirabel added, fixing her eyes on his. "It would make me so very happy... but at least do it for Nellie. Couldn't you just try?"

Lucan sighed and wiped his hands on a clean cloth. For Nellie, at least, he would try. He leaned in and accepted the infant from Mirabel's arms, noting that she was touching his hands as much as she possibly could in the process. He immediately stepped away from her and turned his back to her and Hector, so he could pretend he was alone with the baby before taking a breath and softly singing the lullaby he'd sung for her last night. Again it had the desired effect, lulling the little one to a blissful sleep, and when he finally turned to face Mirabel again, there were tears in her eyes.

Lucan barely registered the fond praises she gushed as he handed her the sleeping Nellie, though he uttered several clumsy thanks.

"I should be getting back upstairs to watch over my dear sister," she said softly. "I will see if I can't ease this little one into the cradle without waking her. You'll be here every day, won't you, Lucan Breck?" She smiled hopefully.

"Yes, I suppose I will," Lucan replied, smiling back at her with effort.

Once she had gone, Hector had a good chuckle, causing Lucan to blush all over again.

"Well well, my boy, it seems my wife's sister has taking quite a shining to you," he teased, ruffling Lucan's hair. "You know, if you keep on acting so coy, you'll only encourage her. Some young ladies just can't resist the softspoken ones."

Lucan chuckled haltingly, reminded strongly of Isabelle and her adoring puppy Jacob. "She's very nice."

"Is that all you have to say? Gods, Lucan Breck, you're an eligible young man, and she's an eligible young lady who clearly adores you. Are you going to shy away from such an opportunity? I recognized that look in your eye when I gave you Nellie yesterday. Don't lie to me and say you haven't had fond thoughts of settling down and building your own little home and your own little family."

Lucan shrugged as he tried to focus on cleaning up his work areas. "Oh... yes, well... I don't know... I wouldn't know what to do."

"Oh, come now, it's easy as... well, pie! You needn't even woo her--I'm sure she'd gladly go for a stroll with you, or to the inn for an ale, if you simply asked. She's pretty, isn't she? I'm sure by now Mella wouldn't object."

Lucan forced a smile. "She's certainly pretty... and I'll give it some thought," he blurted out, knowing that what he was really going to have to think about was a socially acceptable excuse for brushing off a pretty girl who adored him.

That, however, would have to wait. Lucan was finally able to leave for the day, and was remembering the advantages to Mirabel being at the Goodwynes' for the foreseeable future. It meant reasonable, routine work days for him, and thus more evenings spent with Averey. Everything seemed to be falling so perfectly into place lately! A horse, a sword, money, careers, and now this. Lucan was beaming and nearly ran all the way back to the inn, with a selection of particularly mouthwatering meat pastries to share with his love.