A Prince's Pride

*Milo*

I’m standing in Piper’s room, looking at her. The memory of that night in the infirmary is fresh in my mind.

“Did you remember what you wanted to?” she asks.

I nod, but don’t say anything. I’m too stunned. How can it be Zelda? How can the woman who was there for Aaron's birth, the one who helped raise him, be the leader of the Red Hand?

“Did you see what my memories were?” I ask.

“No. I only made you remember them. What was it?”

“I can’t tell you. I’m sorry, Piper,” I say. 

She looks upset, but just barely. Maybe I should tell her. I’ve been spending the last few days with Piper and she hasn’t shown an ounce of aggression toward me. Corianne didn’t, either, and I didn’t trust her. Look where that got me. Not that I’m worried about someone throwing Piper off a tower.

“I really am sorry, Piper,” I say, and I realize it’s the truth. I want to trust her. But this is too much, too early.”

“No matter, Your Majesty,” she says, arranging her features into a calm expression. “I’m just glad I was able to—”

She stops speaking and I know why. We can both sense Phoebe outside the door just moments before a knock sounds.

“Enter!” I say. I know it’s technically Piper’s room, but I’m still the king.

When Phoebe enters, I’m hit with that same shock I experience every time I see her. She and Piper are completely identical except for the length of their hair. Their magic even feels identical to me. Although, I’m not sure if that’s because all magic feels the same or if their magic is truly identical, since I’ve never come face-to-face with another practitioner that I know of. Maybe it’s my inexperience, and I’ll be able to tell them apart as I become more attuned to my powers.

“Hello, Your Majesty,” says Phoebe with a bow of her head. “I was not expecting to see you here. Would you mind if I spoke to my sister alone?”

“Of course. I have something to attend to anyway.”

As I walk out, I glance back at Piper. She looks unhappy and it’s no wonder why. She and her sister don’t get along at all.

Outside, Exavier starts to follow me as I make my way through the corridors, though I have no idea where I’m going. I need to tell someone. My first instinct is to talk to Aaron, but that’s out of the question. 

I’m completely on my own here. This is my true first test as King of Midoor, and it’s discovering that someone on the Small Council, the team of people trusted to give advice to the monarchy, is the leader of the terrorist organization that’s cost us so many lives.

No, it’s not true that I’m completely on my own. I can’t trust Zelda, but there are people I can trust. Riley, for one, but I’m not sure telling her is the right move. What would she try to do if she knew Zelda was drugging her mother? I remember how she acted toward Piper when we suspected she’d drugged Aaron in the Mission Inn. I don’t think her temper could take something like this.

If Zelda, a member of the Small Council, is leading the Red Hand, what about Cara, Yora, or Dellrie? I’m not sure I can trust any of them. Then it hits me. I should go to Delgara. Not only is he in the best position to help me protect Elaine from Zelda, but he’s the only person on the Small Council I trust implicitly.

Exavier doesn’t question when I turn around and start heading in the opposite direction, making my way toward Delgara’s office in the western wing of the palace. My first instinct is to knock on his door, but Aaron has disabused me of this. A king goes where he wants in his own palace.

When I swing the door open, Delgara looks up from a stack of papers on his desk.

“Hello, Your Majesty,” he says as I shut the door behind me, leaving Exavier on the other side.

“Commander.” I sit down in one of the chairs in front of his desk and he looks at me with his pen still in his hand, hovering over the signature line on what appears to be orders for guard transfers. I’m not sure what to say, where to start.

“Is there something I can help you with, sire?” 

“I have to tell you something. It’s a matter of national security.”

Delgara’s brow furrows as he sets his pen down and gives me a nod.

“I’m listening,” he says.

I hesitate. This is the most serious thing I’ve ever had to deal with in my life. Ugh, I wish Aaron was here. He would know what to do. Still, I trust Delgara. 

There’s nothing else for it. I decide to lay it out, plain and simple.

“Zelda Offrand is the leader of the Red Hand.”

Delgara’s eyes widen and he lets out a strangled sort of gasp.

“Are you sure, Your Majesty? That’s a serious accusation.”

“I’m sure. I overheard her talking to Queen Elaine’s Royal Attendant the night I ate her food. The food is drugged, subduing her. I used magic to make me remember it.”

“What should we do?” he asks. I’m not sure if he really believes me, or if he’s just going along with it, but it doesn’t matter.

Still, I don’t know what to do. He’s the Commander of the King Guard. He’s the Small Council member in charge of warfare and security for the entire kingdom.

“Why are you asking me?” I ask.

“You’re the king, Your Majesty.”

Oh, yeah. It’s not like I’d forgotten I’m the king, but I was hoping for some concrete advice from him.

“I’m not sure,” I admit. “I think it would be wise to act as though we don’t know for now. If we arrest her or execute her now, the rest of the organization could revolt and we don’t need that at the moment.”

“If I might make a suggestion, why don’t you send an encrypted letter to King Aaron, informing him of the situation? Then, we can work together on a plan. I think the first thing we should do is restrict Zelda’s access to the Queen. Once she comes out of her drugged state, Zelda will have no reason to continue drugging her.”

“That’s a good idea. I wonder why she’s drugging her in the first place.”

“We can ask her when we arrest her. Until then, we should lie low. Perhaps Queen Elaine can enlighten us as to why Zelda would drug her. The Red Hand is a fanatic religious organization. No doubt, their motives for this are related to their gods.”

“How do you propose we prevent Elaine from taking the medicine?”

“That’s simple. We just arrest Mirra Haan. Without her, it’ll be harder for Zelda to drug the Queen. Since she isn’t a prominent member of the government as Zelda is, removing her will be simplistic. We could say we caught her trespassing somewhere she wasn’t supposed to be.”

“No, I don’t think that’ll work. Zelda is a member of the Small Council and has access to the high security places in the palace. If Mirra is in the dungeons, Zelda could just go down there and talk to her.” 

I have to think for a moment. We need Mirra out of the way. If she’s abducted, I can place my own servant there, ensuring Elaine’s safety. Then, I have an idea.

“Order some SOAs to abduct her. Let’s just make her disappear. Then, we can act like we’re worried about where she’s at and we’ll send out a fake search party to look for her. Then, I can act like I’m worried for Elaine’s safety and put her under constant surveillance. We can get her food that isn’t touched by Zelda.”

“Good idea, Your Majesty, but Zelda could simply instruct another servant to put the medicine in the Queen’s food. None of them will question a member of the Small Council.”

“No, you’re right,” I say. Another idea hits me. “Where is Devon Denson? The one who turned away from the Lower Reach and joined us the night King Theodore died?”

“He was stationed on the wall of the city. If you remember, Your Majesty, I advised King Aaron to keep him away because he’s a defector.”

“Then Zelda won’t recognize him. Have him brought to me. I want him to pose as a servant for Queen Elaine. I’ll have Zelda deliver Elaine’s medicine to me and say I’m instructing Devon to mix it in with the food, but he won’t.” 

“Good idea, Your Majesty. I’ll send the orders right away. It’ll have to be a black ops mission, all unrecorded. Nobody can know what we’re doing except those directly involved, but I do need approval from the Crown.”

“Aaron isn’t here, though,” I say. 

Delgara levels a stare at me. Oh yeah, I’m the reigning monarch. I don’t keep forgetting, exactly, but I’ve been king for such a short time, it’s strange to think I’m expected to make decisions in Aaron’s absence. 

“Make it happen,” I say. Delgara stands and hands me a piece of blank paper and a pen. 

“Write your letter to the King and I’ll get on it right away, Your Majesty.”

* * *

*One Year Ago*

*Milo*

I’m grumpy.

Marcus Rhodes is ill and King Theodore and Queen Elaine have decided to take a ride through the country. With his Royal Attendant out of commission, the King has requested that I be loaned to the King and Queen as their servant for the day. 

Normally, I wouldn’t be as upset by this as I am, but I just went back to work after a two week long vacation in which I didn’t see Aaron at all. Feeling that I worked too much, the King ordered the guards to bar me from the palace until my entire vacation was over. I had hoped that Aaron would come down to see me, but his father has been spending a lot of time training him to take over as king one day.

Today, Aaron is holding court all by himself for the first time. I wish I could be there for him. He told me this morning how anxious he is. For the first time in his life, his words will hold the weight of the entire monarchy as his father has granted him full ruling power in his stead. He wants me to be there. I want me to be there. Still, he’ll have the entire Small Council with him. 

Zelda Offrand, the Grand Physician, in particular, is really great and will help him with anything he needs.

So today, I’m standing outside the palace with King Theodore and Queen Elaine, readying their horses for travel. I’m not even sure why I’m here. Queen Elaine’s Royal Attendant, Mirra Haan, is here and the King could request any other servant he wished. But he asked for me. Whatever, I guess. When you’re the king, you can do whatever you want.

King Theodore stands beside his horse, the straps of whose saddle I am tightening down, staring up at the clear blue sky.

“What a wonderful day for riding. Wouldn’t you say?” says King Theodore.

I pull the saddle strap down and push the pin in, securing it. I’m so focused on the horse, it’s not until I look up and see King Theodore looking at me that I realize he’s speaking to me.

“Oh, yes, Your Majesty,” I say, though I have no idea what he said. 

I learned pretty early on that you can just agree with a royal and they usually go along with it, which he does. King Theodore’s smile widens and he takes a deep breath in through his nose.

“Milo,” says Queen Elaine, drawing my attention to her. I turn and see her walking toward us from the palace. She took longer than anyone else to get ready, even though she’s only wearing an emerald green button up shirt, black pants, and riding boots. 

I think it must be her hair that takes her so long to get ready. Today, it’s set in waves that sweep from the right side of her head that flow around the other side, then finishing in what I could only call a messy bun high on the right side of her head, though messy certainly is a poor word choice for it. It looks as if every lock of hair were placed perfectly. As she walks, the bun bounces, and a ripple of light cascades through it.

“Good afternoon, Your Majesty,” I say, bowing to her. “Did you need something?”

“Aaron gave me a list of instructions,” she says, holding a scroll out to me. “Things he wants you to complete when you return to the palace tonight.” There’s an odd smile on her lips, almost like she knows something she shouldn’t. 

I take the scroll and see it’s sealed with wax, the mark bearing the Royal Crest on it. I was trained to detect if a sealed letter has been opened, as all of us who are privy to national secrets have been, and I can’t see that it has been opened.

“I will attend to my duties upon our return,” I tell her. “Thank you, Your Majesty.”

“You’re were a good choice for my son, I think,” says Queen Elaine, smiling at me. Again, there’s that knowing smile.

“I hope I have been a good servant to the Prince, Your Majesty,” I say.

“Yes, you have. Among…other things.”

My heart skips a beat in my chest. Surely, she doesn’t know about us, right? Aaron wouldn’t have told her.

“You’re a good friend,” she says, and my heart calms. 

Of course she doesn’t know about us. How could she? Only Aaron, Sir Oswlad, Princess Riley, and I know about Aaron’s and my relationship.

“I just want you to know how happy he’s been since he…” Queen Elaine pauses, looking me over for a moment, “since we hired you.”

“Yes, yes, the boy is a fine servant,” says King Theodore. “Can we go n—”

Before the King can finish his sentence, we’re distracted by a cry of, “Wait!”

We look back to the palace gates to see Princess Riley marching down, wearing a fine gown. The center of it is white as the driven snow, surrounded by layers upon layers of purple so dark, it would be black if the sun wasn’t shining on it. The purple seems to wrap around a white dress like a cloak, though I can tell it’s all part of the same dress. The sleeves are short, barely covering her shoulders, and her hair is done up exactly the same as Queen Elaine’s.

But she isn’t alone. Prince Aaron is with her, wearing a simple blue shirt and brown riding pants with boots. They’re followed by August Mensk, the Hand of the King.

“Ah, Riley,” says King Theodore, “you changed your mind after all?”

“I do apologize, Father,” she says. It’s always strange to hear Princess Riley use formal wording, as she only does it in court, in the presences of prominent court figures, or with her father. “I won’t be joining your ride. I was, instead, thinking of holding court today.”

I can tell by his expression that this shocks King Theodore as much as it does me. Princess Riley hates anything involving politics.

“That is wonderful, dear heart,” says Queen Elaine, beaming. “It’s high time you dip your toes into the duties of the Crown. Wouldn’t you say, Theodore?”

I’m not sure if I’m imagining it or not, but Queen Elaine almost seemed to add emphasis to that last sentence.

“Of course,” says King Theodore, bowing his head toward his wife. “Very well. August, let it be known that I pass ruling authority from Prince Aaron to Princess Riley. Now, Riley, please remember—”

“I know, Father,” says Princess Riley, cutting her father off. “I will order a continuance for anything I’m unsure of until you return. In the meantime, Aaron will be joining you on your ride.”

King Theodore and Queen Elaine nod sagely before turning to their horses, ready to mount. 

I can’t contain my excitement. I walk up to Aaron, unable to keep the smile from my face.

“Good afternoon, Prince Aaron,” I say, bowing to him. As I rise to bow to Princess Riley, I catch his eye roll. “Good afternoon, Princess Riley.”

Princess Riley glances around for a moment, then whispers to me, “You’re welcome. You two owe me. Big time. I hate holding court.”

“Thank you,” says Aaron, looking at his sister. “Seriously. I’ll pay you back somehow, I promise.”

“I’m going to hold you to it,” says Princess Riley. She looks to me and winks before turning on her heel and heading back up to the palace.

 

Twenty minutes later, we’re heading down the road that leads out of Crown City, Capital Lane. I had hoped Aaron and I would be more secluded, able to spend time with each other. But we’re surrounded by people: King Theodore and his sword protector, Sir Delgara; Queen Elaine and her sword protector, Sir Jelland; the Queen’s Royal Attendant, Mirra Haan; Sir Oswald; and six Crown Guards. 

Aaron and I are in the rear of the procession, but two Crown Guards are behind us, so we can’t exactly do much. Aaron plays the part of the indifferent prince well, not even looking at me. I’m not so subtle, shooting glances at him periodically. Hopefully, the guards will just think I’m an attentive servant, looking out for his master. Truthfully, nobody could say I’m inattentive to Aaron. I look after needs most servants wouldn’t dare address.

We turn off the main road and head into the Crown Wood. We’re taking a well-known path, so I know we won’t be going near mine and Aaron’s spot that overlooks the valley. King Theodore and Queen Elaine never leave the main paths when they ride through the wood.

“Ah,” says King Theodore as he sniffs the fresh air in the woods. “Nothing like a nice stroll through nature to clear one’s head. Wouldn’t you agree, Aaron?”

“Yes, Father,” says Aaron.

“Speaking of clear heads,” says King Theodore. He turns his head to look back at his son. “Have you come to your senses and chosen a bride yet?”

“Theodore,” says Queen Elaine admonishingly, “we are not talking about politics on our day out. You promised.”

“You’re right, dear,” says King Theodore, smiling at his wife. “I just hope Aaron choses someone who makes him happy. Wouldn’t you agree, Milo?”

King Theodore turns back and looks at me with a smile.

“Of course, Your Majesty. I hope Prince Aaron chooses a worthy partner.”

I realize too late that I said “partner” instead of “wife”, but King Theodore doesn’t seem to notice. 

“I agree. I hope he chooses someone who makes him happier than he’s ever been.” He turns to Queen Elaine and adds, “As I have.”

“Oh, please,” says Queen Elaine with a playful sarcasm in her voice, “our marriage was arranged.”

“And yet,” says King Theodore, “you fell in love with me all the same.” 

Queen Elaine stretches her arm out to King Theodore and they clasp hands, riding joined for a couple of minutes until their horses drift apart. I wish I could do the same with Aaron. He’s told me several times that we’ll be together, even when he’s king, but I can’t help but doubt it. 

To my surprise, King Theodore announces that we’re leaving the path and we head through the trees until we stop in a clearing. It’s rectangular and entirely flat. The ground doesn’t seem to have a single rock or pebble littering the area.

We all dismount our horses, me helping Aaron and King Theodore as Mirra helps Elaine. Delgara, as the senior Crown Guard among the group, orders the guards into a formation using some kind of code word. The guards spread out around the clearing and begin moving in patrol patterns as though they’ve practiced them a hundred thousand times, which they probably have.

The Royal Family stands by, chatting, while Mirra and I lay out the blanket and set the food out. Then, we stand by while they eat. As always, Mirra and I ate up at the palace before we left so we wouldn’t be hungry during this little outing. 

Aaron keeps shooting me looks as we eat, looking at me as though he wishes he were eating me instead of the crackers and cheese. Just the sight of the lust in his eyes is causing the blood in my body to pool into an area I would have difficulty hiding from everyone else.

“Well, that was a superb picnic,” says Aaron once they’ve all finished eating. “I going to take a walk through the woods. Milo, Sir Oswlad, please accompany me.”

“I think you should take another guard,” says King Theodore. 

“I assure you, Your Majesty,” says Sir Oswlad, bowing to the King, “that I can handle any threat the Prince may face.”

I know he’s just trying to make sure it’s us three so Aaron and I can have time alone.

“Oh, let them go, Theodore,” says Queen Elaine. “Sir Oswald is more than capable of protecting our son.”

Then, Queen Elaine looks at me. There’s something in her expression. Something like a knowing. But she can’t know about me and Aaron. Still, I won’t turn down the opportunity to be alone with Aaron.

“I agree, Your Majesties,” I say. “I know I am no soldier, but I will also lay down my life to protect Prince Aaron, as well as anyone in the Royal Family.”

“Very well,” says King Theodore. “But I know how your walks can get. You’ll end up wandering the Crown Wood for hours. We will leave your horse here with an extra Crown Guard. She and Sir Oswald will escort you back to the city when you return here, if we have departed.”

“Thank you, Father,” says Aaron as he stands up from the blanket on the ground. “Come along, Milo, Sir Oswald.”

 

We walk through the Crown Wood, Sir Oswald with his hand on his sword and Aaron with his bow and quiver over his shoulder. We don’t think we’ll get attacked, but it’s better to be careful.

“Let’s go to the cabin,” says Sir Oswald. He’s talking about the cabin the Royal Family uses when they camp in the Crown Wood. I don’t know exactly where it is, but it isn’t far from here. In fact, neither is mine and Aaron’s spot. 

When the King and Queen venture into the Wood, they stay near the valley in case they need to use the tunnels that lead into the palace basement.

It doesn’t take long to reach it, but we all know immediately that something’s wrong when we do. The door is wide open and there are voices inside.

“This cabin is the property of the Royal Family of Midoor!” shouts Oswald and the voices silence immediately. “You’re trespassing. As a member of the Crown Guard, I order you to come out with your hands up.”

In the several tense seconds that pass, Oswald gets into an offensive stance with his sword and Aaron notches an arrow in his bow. I hold my breath until three people come out; two men and one woman, all of them with their hands in the air.. All three of them are dressed in rags and their skin is dirty.

“It’s the Prince,” says the oldest looking man. He must be at least forty. His face is sallow, his arms and legs are thing, and I can count the ribs in his chest as he isn’t wearing a shirt.

“Please, Your Highness,” says the other man. “We didn’t know this cabin was yours.” He falls to his knees as the woman begins to sob silently. “Please, don’t hurt us.”

“It’s alright,” says Aaron, though he doesn’t lower the bow. “We just need you to leave. We want to use our cabin tonight. You can come back tomorrow and use it.”

“Really?” the woman asks in disbelief. “Thank you, my lord.”

“I will also give you some money,” says Aaron. This seems to be more than they could have hoped for. Aaron lowers his bow and I see Sir Oswald turn to him. 

Sir Oswlad moves his fist, still closed on his sword, in a circular motion, but Aaron shakes his head. He’s telling Sir Oswald to stand down and he does, lowering his sword.

“I’m going to hand my guard a bag of crowns,” says Aaron, addressing the people, “and he’s going to bring it to you.” 

I hand Aaron the money pouch from the bag slung across my shoulder and he passes it to Sir Oswald. The bag contains twenty gold crowns, ten silver crowns, and five bronze crowns. It’s enough money to feed these three for a month.

“But be warned,” says Aaron, pulling the string of his bow taut, and aiming at the older man, “try anything, and I won’t hesitate to shoot.”

“We won’t try anything,” says the woman.

Sir Oswald walks up to the younger man, the one who hasn’t spoken, and hands him the bag. As Sir Oswald backs away, the man looks into the bag and I see his eyes bulge.

“Let’s get out of here,” he says. He turns on his heel and starts running. The older man follows, but the woman stays, looking at Aaron in disbelief.

“Thank you, Your Highness,” she says. “I will be proud to call you king one day.”

At her words, Aaron lowers his bow and watches her. They stare at each other for a few more seconds before she takes off after the other two.

“Oswald,” says Aaron, “search the cabin and make sure it’s clear.”

Sir Oswald gives a nod, brings his sword up into an offensive stance, and heads into the cabin.

“That was a very nice thing you did,” I tell him. “What will your father say though?”

“My father’s lessons lately have been about ruling,” says Aaron. “He told me that, to the common man, it seems like a king sits on his throne, passing judgements and living in luxury.”

“Well, they’re not exactly wrong, are they?” I ask.

“No, they’re not,” he admits. When he speaks again, he says it as though he’s quoting someone, probably his father. “But while luxury is a privilege afforded by the title of royalty and we must take advantage to set us apart from our citizens, a king’s true success isn’t measured in wealth and accessories that surround him. It’s measured by the prosperity of his people. A king is only as successful as his least successful subject. It matters not whether you’re appraising the comfort of the noblemen in their mansions, the shopkeepers that live above their business, or the lowest beggar that sleeps on the streets, they are all our subjects. We have a duty to provide for each of them.”

He looks at me and I see passion in his eyes. He always gets like this when he talks about being king. It’s his greatest dream. The thing he’s always wanted. 

“Midoor has less poverty than any other kingdom in Pensia and, even still, my father says we can do better. It’s why he built the Slums in Crown City. It’s why there’s a base income for those with no jobs, even though it’s barely enough. When I am king, I will eradicate poverty.”

“Your father hasn’t,” I say, and realize how rude it sounds, but Aaron doesn’t seem to care.

“It isn’t his fault,” he says. “A king has so much to look after. Sometimes, bigger things get in the way. Like the Red Hand.”

I’ve heard of them. The Red Hand is a fanatic group in the Shevorian religion that wants to bring down the Royal Family. So far, they haven’t done much, other than recruit members. With Midoor’s religious freedom and freedom of speech laws in place, the Royal Family can’t do much about them.

Well, they technically could. King Theodore could order them to be eradicated. His word supercedes all laws in the nation, but I know he wouldn’t do that. He’s a kind and just king.

“It’s all clear, Your Highness,” says Sir Oswald as he leaves the cabin. “I’m going to circle around and look for anyone else while you two…” he pauses, searching for a good word to use. He settles on, “...relax.”

We smile at him as we walk into the cabin, hand in hand, and shut the door behind us.

In the silence and solitude of the cabin, we just stand and look at each other. It’s been weeks since we’ve seen one another since I’ve been unable to enter the palace. Time passes. I don’t know how much. It could have been a minute, or ten, or thirty.

Suddenly, Aaron steps toward me, closing the gap between us. He takes my head into his hands and kisses me. Something explodes inside me, a volcano of passion and fire as our skin touches. I press into him, feeling the warmth of his body and wrap my arms around him.

He pulls back and gazes at me as if he wants nothing more than to spend the rest of his life, here, wrapped in my arms.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he says.

“I missed you, too,” I say. 

And we’re kissing again, our hands roaming over each other’s bodies as our tongues dance in each other’s mouths, each one fighting for room, batting the other away, as if we were fencing with them.

I grip the back of Aaron’s shirt and pull up, allowing us to be broken apart long enough for the garment to come up over his head. I want to keep kissing him, but he steps back and I can tell he hasn’t wasted our time apart. He’s clearly been at the gym, his abs are sharp and more prominent than ever.

“I knew you’d miss them,” he says, looking at the expression on my face. “So I made sure to work extra hard to make them look nice for you.”

I drop to my knees and he steps toward me again. I press my lips to each muscle in his six pack and he lets out a moan like this was the best thing I could have ever done.

He doesn’t let me spend much time here and that’s a good thing, as I could spend the rest of my life admiring his stomach. He drops down to his knees so we’re almost level, though he’s still taller than me. He reaches down and pulls my shirt up and over my head.

I don’t know how he can look at me the same way I look at him when I don’t have abs. Sure, I work out, and my stomach is flat with two muscles that encapsulate my bellybutton. My pecs are defined and I have decent enough biceps. But he stares at me as though I’m in peak physical condition. He looks at me like someone is looking at the stars for the first time. Awe and admiration on his face.

His hand wraps around the back of my head and he pulls me in for another kiss. This one is gentle, loving. Electric.

His mouth moves to my cheek, then to my ear as he presses his body into mine. I can feel his cock, already hard, through his riding pants, rubbing up against mine. The blood in my body found its way there long ago, so we’re rubbing our rock hard cocks together as his tongue slides over my earlobe, sending waves of pleasure down my body.

His mouth moves again, to my neck, so he can kiss the sensitive skin there. I shudder as he runs his tongue up the side of it, up to my ear, then back down to my collarbone before he sinks his teeth into the middle of my neck, forcing a moan from my lips.

He pushes me back, making me lay on the floor, and I let him. He grabs the waistband of my pants and pulls them down. My cock catches on them and it flings back, slapping my stomach when the top of the pants release it.

“Goddamn, Milo,” he says. “Is your cock bigger than it was before, or is it because I haven’t seen it in so long?”

“I haven’t masturbated or anything since we last had sex,” I tell him. “So he’s a little full.”

“Guess I’ll have to drain all that out for you,” he says with a wink.

He doesn’t touch my cock, but instead kisses my collarbone, then the middle of my chest, then my stomach. He sticks his tongue out and swirls it around my bellybutton. He’s never done this before and, if there are nerves that connect the area to my cock, he’s just made them explode. My cock gives a jump and I feel precum gush from it.

He looks at it for a moment before giving me a devious smile.

“Please,” I beg. 

He winks, then moves his face down to my cock. Aaron grabs the base of it and holds it so it points straight up at the ceiling. Teasingly slow, he sticks out his tongue and runs it along the underside of my cock, collecting the precum dribbling out. He smiles at me, then bends toward me and kisses me, sliding his tongue across mine and spreading the taste of my precum throughout my mouth.

Aaron moves back down to my groin, positioning himself between my legs and sucks my cock into his throat. There’s a glimmer of pleasure in his eyes at the gasp he’s forced from my mouth. He works my cock like it’s his job, bobbing his head up and down with expert motions as I run my hand over his head, his hair trailing between my fingers.

He sucks hard as he pulls back, letting my cock fall from his mouth with a pop then moves down farther to suck one of my balls into his mouth.

I’m lost in time as he works on me, pleasuring me. Eventually, he stands up and pulls his pants down, throwing them to the side. I look up at him. At the way the light from the curtained windows throws shadows across his abs. I sit up, bringing myself up to my knees and don’t hesitate to suck his cock straight down.

“Oh…fuck!” he gasps before he starts to move his hips back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of my throat. I grip his balls in my hand and give them a squeeze, feeling his cock bounce in my throat as I do.

Aaron grabs either side of my head and starts to fuck my throat, not bothering to be gentle. I’m not worried about that. I’ll pay it back on his ass when I bend him over the bed.

“Your throat feels so good, baby,” he moans as he fucks his face, his balls, wet with the saliva dribbling from my mouth, slapping against my chin. 

When it gets too difficult to breathe, I place a hand on his stomach and push him back, then stand and pull him in for a kiss. Our bodies press up against one another, our cocks pressed into each other as our kissing becomes more passionate. 

Aaron takes lead, pulling me as he walks backward. I haven’t been in this cabin before, but he seems to know where he’s going as he leads us to the kitchen table. He takes only a moment to turn and run his hand over the surface, knocking everything on it to the ground, though I have no idea what it was. And when Aaron lays back on it, lifting his legs into the air exposing his hole to me, I couldn’t care less.

“Eat my fucking ass,” Aaron orders.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” I say and get on my knees. 

The table is at the perfect height where his hole is right in front of me. I spend only a moment admiring it before I dive in, sliding my tongue across his puckered hole. He lets out a moan and his body shudders slightly as I work it with my tongue, forcing the muscle inside him.

“Oh fuck, Milo,” he gasps as I devour him. “Oh fuck.”

I grip his hips in my hand and pull him into my face, opening him up to me more. Every swipe of my tongue sends a shock of pleasure through him that I can feel in his shuddering body. I pull back to take a breath before diving back in, licking, spitting, and even biting, enjoying the different sounds each action forces from his throat.

“Fuck me, please,” he says, and my cock screams at me to obey, so I do.

I stand and look down at Prince Aaron. He’s utter perfection, laying before me, his legs spread, his hard cock leaking precum onto his abs, and his face slack with lust and pleasure.

His hole is so wet from my mouth, I slide into him and we let out identical gasps of ecstasy as I bury myself all the way into him. I start to fuck him, hard and fast, paying back the abuse he gave to my throat. I make sure to angle myself so my cock slams into his prostate and I know I hit the mark as his eyes roll back farther and farther with each thrust into him.

We get lost in each other, in the pleasure of our connection as I fuck him. He grips his cock and starts to rub, the precum coating his meat acting as a lube. His hand makes a slick sound as it runs over the length of his cock.

I fuck him, throwing my whole weight into him and feel him squeeze his ass, clamping the muscles down on my cock so hard, I can barely stop myself from busting right then and there. 

“I’m…cumming…” he gasps. I feel his ass muscles convulse on my cock as his orgasm builds. He shudders and his toes curl as he shoots thick streams of cum over his abs. 

“I want to cum on your face,” I tell him. “I’m close.”

I pull out of him, my cock throbbing to release its load. It’ll get its wish. Aaron stands from the table and swipes his hand over his stomach, collecting the precum from it. He drops to his knees before me and grabs my cock in his cum slicked hand, then starts to rub it furiously, using his cum as lube. 

It feels so fucking good and his cum is so warm, I barely last four strokes before I feel my body shaking.

“I’m cumming!” I gasp. Aaron moves his mouth close to my cock and I grab the base, making sure it’s pointing straight at him. I shoot my load, several long, thick ropes of cum splatting over him, a lot of it landing in his mouth. He keeps rubbing until he’s sure there’s nothing left.

Aaron lifts a finger and beckons me to him. I drop to my knees and we embrace, our cocks smushing together as he kisses me and the taste of our mixed cum exploding in our mouths.

When we break apart, Aaron is looking at me with a longing expression on his face.

“What?” I ask.

“I love you,” he says with a smile.

“I love you, too,” I answer.

Then, I kiss him again.