The_Legacy_by_Mychael_Black

Chapter 2-2

Evan sat down at a table and threw William his coinpurse. “You get them this time,” he muttered with agitation. William said nothing and went to get their ale.

Evan looked around the room lazily, not paying much attention to anyone or anything. Then the door opened, and his heart skipped a beat. A young man, who couldn’t have been more than twenty years, stepped in with two others. They were dressed richly. Evan watched them with feigned indifference as they sat down two tables in front of him, the two men with their backs to him, the young man facing him. When the young man raised his head, he locked onto Evan’s gaze immediately. A faint curl of his soft, full lips was all it took to gain Evan’s full attention.

“Here you—” William stopped mid-sentence and turned. His face blanched. “No,” he said as he sat down quickly, blocking Evan’s view. “Absolutely not, Evan. That is John Stockton, Lord Stockton’s youngest son. If you so much as touch him, his father will have both our heads.”

Evan looked to his brother, but he barely heard a word William said. Then he returned his gaze to the young man. John stood and turned to leave the tavern. As he started to walk out, he stopped and gave Evan a quick little wink before ducking out of the door. Without a word, Evan stood to follow him as William dropped his head to the table with a pained groan.

Evan stepped out into the chilly night air and caught a flash of John’s sword as the man slipped around the corner of a storehouse. Giving his surroundings a brief but thorough scanning, Evan followed. When he rounded the same corner, he found John sitting against a stack of grain sacks, one leg propped up and his elbow on his knee. He crooked a finger and beckoned Evan to him silently. Evan couldn’t have resisted even if he had wanted to.

“I’ve seen you before,” John said with a smile as he leaned his head back against the grain sacks. “I know what you are, what you do.”

Evan dared to let his gaze drift from the man’s face to the enticing curve of a slender throat. Evan shifted as his pants tightened uncomfortably. “I have only been here once before,” he murmured. Every inch of his body screamed at being so near to something as beautiful as this young man. “I understand you are John Stockton,” Evan said. John nodded. Evan offered his hand in greeting. “I’m Evan Reynallt. ‘Tis a pleasure, my lord.”

John took his hand. Slender fingers smoothed over the top, caressing his skin with slow, languid strokes.

“Aye.” John’s soft-spoken voice took on an unmistakable tone, one rich with desire and a bit of fear. “I know who you are. Your name is whispered on every maiden’s lips…and the lips of a few others. I’ve wanted to meet you.” John rose and moved closer.

“And why would you want to meet me?” Evan managed to ask, quite a feat when he could hardly breathe at all.

A sensuous smile crossed John’s lips moments before they touched Evan’s. Evan didn’t know how much this young man knew of s*x, especially between men, but he couldn’t have stopped himself no matter how hard he tried. With a speed that left the young man a bit breathless, Evan had John on his back, his body stretched over the young lord’s as their tongues danced together.

“Have you…”

Evan drew in a breath, unable to finish his question as John’s hand slid between their bodies to grip him through the thin cloth of his pants. Aye, this young man knew damn well what he was doing. Evan sighed into John’s mouth as John began to stroke him through the thin fabric, each pull, each tightening of that hand dragging a groan from deep within Evan’s chest.

“I’ve never been with anyone, but I know enough,” John murmured.

Evan’s lips moved from John’s mouth to his neck. At the revelation that John was a virgin, Evan groaned low and thrust against him.

“But I would gladly change that if you were the one to do it.”

Evan raised his head and kissed John’s lips softly. “Aye,” he whispered, moving his hand down the young man’s side. “I would be delighted.”

When Evan slipped his hand between them and curled his fingers over the hardness pressing into him, John’s back arched and a startled moan escaped the young lord’s lips. Evan felt the unmistakable pulsing of an orgasm radiate into his palm and up through his arm. He kissed John, taking the embarrassment of an early release and turning it into promises of what was to come. How he loved young men. After a few minutes of touching and kissing, John was hard again, straining against Evan’s expert hand.

“Please,” John murmured. “I want to know what it’s like.”

Evan unlaced John’s pants, and John raised his hips so Evan could push the pants down. When he closed a hand around John’s naked flesh, the young lord drew in a sharp breath. This time, however, John did not come. He bit his lower lip and thrust slowly into Evan’s hand. Evan breathlessly watched John’s face as the young man slid in and out of his palm, the movement causing him to grow painfully hard as well. With a final kiss on John’s lips, Evan sat up and settled himself between the man’s legs. John’s pale blue eyes clouded with lust as Evan untied his own pants. When they fell to Evan’s knees, John’s eyes grew wide with hunger and perhaps a twinge of apprehension.

“Will it hurt?” John asked, not taking his gaze off of Evan.

“Just a little,” Evan reassured him as he spit into his palm. He would have much preferred oil, but when he took a cursory glance around, nothing suitable could be found. He watched John’s gaze follow his hand when it closed around his length. He grinned inwardly and began a slow stroke, knowing the young man was beyond entranced. He slid two fingers into his mouth, wetting them in the most enticing way he could conjure. Then he spit on them and pressed them to John’s entrance.

“Relax,” he said.

John nodded, and Evan pushed the barest tips of his fingers inside the young lord’s body. The tightness was heavenly—almost too heavenly. Evan had to close his eyes to fight back the urge to climax right then. He spread his fingers apart, causing John’s hips to leave the ground and a whimper to escape the man’s throat. He withdrew, used more saliva, and entered John once more. John’s whimpers turned to moans, and Evan took advantage, using arousal and spit to make certain John was prepared. When he was satisfied with the slickness, Evan pulled his fingers out and slid his hands up the backs of John’s thighs. He settled himself so the tip of his c**k pressed against John’s entrance.

“Deep breath.”

John drew in a breath, and Evan pushed inside. John’s eyes widened, and his moan settled itself all the way into Evan’s heart.

“Evan,” John breathed. “It feels so tight.”

“Aye,” Evan whispered hoarsely, desperately trying to take things slow and easy this time. He watched John’s face as he withdrew and slid back. The young man was beyond pain now, and he began to move with Evan, matching the gentle thrusts.

When Evan felt John’s body tighten, he knew the man was close to climax. Within seconds, John let out a throaty moan, and his body tightened around Evan, sucking him in deeper. Evan steadied himself to be gentle as his own body shuddered with his release. John panted beneath him, brow covered in sweat even though they had not exerted much energy. Evan withdrew slowly and leaned down to kiss his newfound lover.

“I’ve waited for that since the first time I saw you, long ago,” John whispered on Evan’s lips. “I know it sounds absurd, but do you believe someone can…fall in love from afar?”

Evan kissed John again. He felt an echo in his own heart for the young man beneath him. Was it true love? As an angel, Evan couldn’t escape the possibility, but he’d always thought he’d know for certain when it happened.

Evan pulled out slowly and gave John another soft kiss before standing. He watched the young lord dress as he did the same. He knew angels occasionally fell in love with mortals, but he had never thought it might happen to him. Once they were both dressed, John stood on his tiptoes and pressed a kiss to Evan’s lips.

“Please,” the young lord whispered. “Say you will come back.”

Evan snaked his arm around John’s waist and pulled the man close. He slid his other hand through John’s hair, letting the silky raven strands slip between his fingers. “Aye,” he said with a smile. “I will promise you that.”

John pulled Evan down into another kiss before stepping away. “I suppose we both must return.”

Evan watched John walk around the corner and felt a bit of his heart go as well. He shook his head before heading back to the tavern himself. The moment he stepped inside, he saw the wary look on William’s face. William shifted in his chair when Evan sat down.

“What did you do?”

“I believe I lost my heart,” Evan said.

William nearly choked on a swallow of ale. “You what?”

“I think I’m in love,” Evan said quietly.

“Angels can fall in love?” William whispered as he leaned over the table.

“Oh, yes,” Evan said with a nod. “Though I never thought it would happen to me.”

William sat back in his chair, visibly stunned. “You just met him! How can you be in love already?”

Evan shrugged. “Time is different for us,” he explained. “A single second can sometimes feel like a lifetime. When it comes to matters of the heart, time means nothing to us. We feel what we feel.”

“Does he know you’re a thief and a sorcerer?”

“He does. In fact, he said that’s why he wanted me. Apparently my reputation extends well beyond the tower village.”

“Why does that not surprise me?”

“We need to make more trips to Merydd.” Evan glanced around William’s shoulder. John stopped at the door before leaving with his companions and gave Evan a discreet smile before quickly disappearing out into the night.