"Matt!" Will shouted as he stormed through the door of the Blacksmith's shop. His smile lit up the room, so happy was he. Matt glanced up from cleaning tools.
"Isn't it wonderful? Elizabeth has consented to be my wife." He laughed as he jumped atop one of the barrels. Wobbling precariously, he took the time to catch his balance.
"Sure. It's magnificent."
"I want to celebrate. I've bought a superb bottle of ale. You and I will drink a toast to the fair Elisabeth."
Will took a deep swig of the strong concoction and then passed the bottle to Matt, his best friend in the entire world. As they continued to drink the bottle, plus several the Blacksmith had hidden around, Will studied Matt. Inhibitions slowly losing purchase and normally disturbing thoughts allowed in Will let his eyes roam. Matt was slender though he could swing a smith's hammer with the best of them. Strong he was and brave. Their recent travels were proof of that. But there were times when Will looked at Matt and felt things no man should feel for another. There had been times when Matt was bent over doing some task and Will had the urge to grab his hips and pull them against his own. He had quickly squashed these thoughts, disturbing as they were, but now he was not inclined to do so. He examined and considered his state of arousal as he watched the muscles slide underneath Matt's skin and the smooth column of his throat.
Matt took a large swallow of the ale. With no breakfast to speak of, the liquor went straight to the head. Matt leaned back in the hay and stared up at the ceiling. Then glanced at Will and caught him staring. If Matt didn't know any better, he would have sworn there saw desire in his eyes.
"You know," Will began, "You're very disturbing."
"Really? Why is that?"
"Because every so often, I swear I find you incredibly arousing and it disturbs me, you being male and all."
"Arouse you do I?" Matt practically purred as a wild thought wormed its way into an alcohol soaked head.
"Yes most emphatically. See?" He pointed to the large bulge in the front of his pants. Matt's eyes widened as Will watched.
"How about another adventure then?" Matt whispered softly.
"What do you mean another adventure?"
"You will wed Elisabeth soon right?"
"Yes."
"Then this will be your last adventure. Why not make me... your last adventure?"
Will studied Matt as he took another swig from the third bottle. His eyes ran over fine features. Matt was sitting with knees splayed wide as if in open invitation to move between them. Slowly he watched.
"Are you afraid Will?" Matt asked with a small mysterious smile, "Afraid you might like it?"
"Why not?" Will laughed, "One last adventure with you and then wedded bliss with my dear Elisabeth."
"Then follow me."
Matt gradually rose, keeping an eye on Will lest he vanish or come to his senses. He was in for a big surprise tonight. Matt took hold of his hand, reveling in the tingles of pleasure at his touch. Slowly Matt led him to their sleeping quarters. Many a nights he had lain awake, listening to the soft sounds of his breathing and the occasional snore. Will's bed had always faced the door while Matt's ran the length of the wall. Turning them around, bit-by-bit he backed Will up until his knees hit his bed and he sat down suddenly.
Standing not a foot away from him, he unhurriedly toed off the boots, holding his eyes. Reaching for the ties to the breeches, he leisurely pulled the strings, smiling as his tongue reached out to wet suddenly dry lips. The breeches slid to mid thigh with a gentle push and the shirt folds billowed out around his legs. Slightly rough linen scraped erotically against smooth pale skin. With a twist, he reached beneath the back of the shirt and wriggled slightly.
Will didn't notice the strips of linen that fell to the floor. He only had eyes for Matt. The thoughts, whirling through his head, were erotic and forbidden. He wanted to press his aching arousal against Matt, feel his skin sliding against bare skin. He wanted that mouth on every inch of his body. He felt the nudge of Matt's knee against his own. Shaking his head slightly, he found Matt all but naked before him. There was nothing more than shirt between Will and bare flesh.
"Do you want me to show you?" Matt asked softly, "or would you like to find out for yourself?"
"What?"
"Do you want to remove my shirt Will? Or shall I?" He chuckled softly.
"I think I shall discover for myself." Will said, his mouth dry and parched.
Reaching out, he put his hands on Matt's hips. Kneading the flesh gently, he drew Matt forward bit by bit until mere centimeters separated them. His mouth, now practically salivating with anticipation, was at level with Matt's stomach. Will slid his hands down to the edge of Matt's shirt, barely brushing the smooth flesh there but feeling the jolt of electric desire race across his skin. Slowly he lifted the edges of the shirt.
"Wait." Matt said suddenly grasping his wrists.
"What?"
"I want to do something first."
"And what do you want to do?"
"I'll show you," He whispered as he dropped.
Will gasped sharply as Matt's hands ran up his thighs. He felt like he had been standing before the furnace all day. His skin was fiery hot. The feel of Matt's hands made him burn all the more. Will watched as Matt deftly undid his breeches. He came out hot and hard, aching to be buried within. Will growled as Matt wrapped long slender fingers around his rock hard shaft. But nothing prepared him for the sensation of warm wet lips wrapping around the tip of his penis.
"OH GOD MATT!" He cried out as he fell back against the bed. Hot wet heat slid down the length of his shaft until he felt the back of Matt's throat. It felt so good but it wasn't quite enough. He wanted more.
He felt silky yet hard in Matt's mouth. His taste was musky and a little salty towards the end of his manhood. Would he fill him this completely when Will buried himself inside? Matt hoped so. He felt good between his lips but the aching needed relief only Will could provide. Matt felt fingers bury in his hair as Will guided his head up and down on his hard cock. His moans and growls said he was doing it right. The vein running along the underside of his penis and the tip itself seemed to bring him the most pleasure.
Will grabbed Matt's hair tightly. His body arched as the tension broke free at the base of his spine. He felt his body burst and spill his seed inside Matt's mouth. With a wordless cry he reveled in his orgasm, knowing it would not be his last this night. To his amazement, Matt did not pull away from him. Instead those lips remained firmly around him and he could feel the rippling of muscles as his seed was swallowed.
"Matt." He moaned.
