Cold, wet, limp and completely and utterly satiated, Justin collapsed upon the ground, struggling to catch his breath. He tilted his head to one side and cracked one eye open so that he might watch Brian's small bathing rituals unfold before him.

He was still completely naked and was in no hurry to find his clothing. There was no longer any shyness left in him. That small fear had been washed right away by Brian's mouth. His tongue. His hands.

An hour before, he had been but a scared child. Now he felt quite the man. He wanted to strut through the village, his chest out, his head held high. He wanted the world to know that he had, only moments before, had the most mind-blowing, earth-shaking, heart-stopping physical experience of his life.

Justin sat up and hugged his knees to his chest. Before him, stood Brian. His lord. His master. His leader. He had walked closer into the shore so that now the water was only at mid-thigh, and Justin envied the water. That it should touch the man in places that he had not yet explored.

The same could not be said for lord Brian, who now had intimate knowledge of every crease and crevice of Justin's body. The things they had done... Justin felt as though he should definitely be blushing like a girl, yet he couldn't find the strength in him to bother.

He had walked into the water slowly and with purpose. Yet part of him had held back, afraid of what he might find in the shallow pond of his youth. Quickly, he had been forced to let all of his inhibitions go. He offered himself to Brian as one might offer a sacrifice and the man had taken him as such.

Brian had pulled him forward and into his strong arms. He had immediately set upon his lips, kissing him with a fervor that had intimidated and then strengthened Justin's resolve. His sweet tongue had dipped into his mouth smoothly and with practiced ease, and they had both been spurred on by the moans that the action had produced.

At first, Justin had figured that Brian might simply do the same as he had the night before. Bring him to release and allow him to leave. Only, Brian had quite a different plan in mind. He had picked him up as though he were a feather and had placed him on a low rock that sat at the edge of the water. His beautiful mouth, which could speak eloquently of his people and of battle and in turn, speak just as eloquently without the aid of words, was now put to a much different task. He set upon his shaft like a man that had fasted for weeks. First drawing it in with gentle suction, and then letting it slide across his nimble tongue with ease before nearly swallowing the flesh whole. Justin could think of nothing but the white-hot pleasure of it all. But then, he had yet to experience what would follow.

Before he had found release, Brian had pulled away, leaving Justin to whimper in disappointment. The man had actually laughed at him, but Justin hadn't cared. All he had cared about, at that moment, was having Brian's mouth around him once again. But again, Brian had quite different plans in mind.

He had stood in front of Brian and the man had looked him up and down, sizing him up for a moment before turning him around so that Justin's back was to him. Normally, it would have been a position of great unease for Justin. Turning your back to a man that could easily run you through, was simply foolish. But in the heat of the moment, he had easily given himself over to the other man. He would have gladly given his life for the passion he had felt only moments before.

For a full minute, Brian had simply stood behind him. What he was doing, Justin couldn't be sure, though the brilliant hazel eyes had been boring into him the entire time. Of that he was sure. The first touch, when it finally came, was gentle. He had almost mistaken it for a breeze. But then, he had felt the warm lips upon his shoulder. His neck. His back. And he had sighed, leaning, bending, stretching to accommodate the searching mouth.

Suddenly a finger had entered him from behind. To say he had been shocked, would be laughable. Arching upwards and gasping his surprise, Justin had worked to move away from the probing digit. Away from the feeling it was stirring within him. But Brian had held firmly onto him, blocking his escape. The taller man had shushed him as he wrapped one arm around Justin's chest. The fingers of that hand had slowly stroked his chest in a calming motion, as the other hand was busily working on his backside. Eventually, the tension had eased from his body and he had found more pleasure in the unexpected massage.

As he had leaned back in Brian's arms, enjoying the feel of the three long fingers that were now deep within him, he became aware of a very hot object that was pressing upon his hip. His eyes had drifted downward lazily and Justin bit his lip to keep from gasping at the sight before him. More than anything in his life, Justin had wanted to fall to his knees and worship Brian's throbbing organ, as his lord had done to him. To make him feel the pleasure he had felt. To allow him the release that he surely needed. The swollen, red member was burning a whole into his side and Justin groaned with his need to touch it. To hold it and kiss it.

Hearing his low groan, Brian had instinctively ground his hips against Justin's backside and the building heat had spread through both of their bodies like a wild fire. "This might hurt," Brian had whispered fleetingly.

The words had meant little to Justin, who was fighting to connect with Brian's body once more. And then he paused, feeling an intense heat at his hole. Pressing. Pressing and stretching and forcing its way into him. With one quick thrust, Brian had been completely embedded in him and Justin had bit back a scream. Unexpected or no, a warrior didn't scream. Nor did he cry. At least that's what he told himself as he felt the wetness in his eyes.

It wasn't the pain that caused this reaction. It was the amazing, undeniably wonderful sensations that had been coursing through his body. Never had he believed it was possible. Never had anyone told him of this. Surely it was a sin. How else could it be so outrageously beautiful.

Blue skies. Silver stars. Orange sun. Yellow moon. White clouds. Green grass. Grey stones. Brown soil. Red flowers.

All of these colors passed in front of Justin's eyes. A pallette of pigments, all blurred into one as the man at his back thrust into him slowly. Smoothly. Soothingly. One hand curled around his shoulder and the other rubbing his belly as if to calm him. But he didn't need to be calmed. No. He needed to be freed.

"Brian!" Justin had called out instinctively.

Hearing his name being called out, Brian immediately began to move his hips faster. Harder. To the point where Justin couldn't tell where one stroke began, and the other ended. The feelings and sensations were beginning to blend together. The rush of rapture and exhilaration and the sweet pain that still burned through him, all came together in the pit of his stomach, right beneath the skin where Brian's hand now rested. Justin felt himself explode in release. At the same time, Brian's body began to jerk and his grip tightened on Justin's shoulder. With a curse and one last deep thrust, Brian collapsed against his back and Justin felt his insides warm with Brian's juices.

Releasing Justin, Brian had begun washing himself off. Ridding his body of the fine layer of sweat that had been added to his body. Justin did the same before crawling onto dry land, his body humming happily in the aftershocks.

As he watched Brian finish and begin to swim leisurely in the murky water, Justin wondered what would become of this, if anything. Was there some purpose behind Brian's interest in him?

And then his questioning mind took a slightly different turn. What would Lindsay say? What would Melanie say? What if someone were to find out? These questions were easily pushed from his mind as he concentrated on the important things. Such as...when could it happen again?

Thoughts of Garrick and his new found mission, thoughts of his family and his new and now confused relationship with lady Melanie, thoughts of what he might do, should Brian turn his back on him. These were thoughts that didn't really matter. Not now. Not as Brian began to emerge from the pond. Beads of water rolling down his long, solid body.

Justin looked up at the man and nodded, a small smile passing between them. They dressed in silence and through the dark night, the two of them walked side by side back to the village.

No matter what had happened before or what might happen the next day, or the next, they had that night. And Justin knew that he had finally found it. The undefined something that had been missing from his life. His true and rightful place in life. And for the first time, in a long time, he felt truly at peace.

To Be Continued...