"You are a terrible tease, Stef", he began, trying to look stern and disappointed. But as Stef just laughed and nodded, Van couldn't help joining him. Stefen gave him an arch look and informed him, that it was just the beginning of the revenge he was going to take for being forced to endure the longest dry spell since he became sexually active. This led to some candid talks about their previous partners. Van did not enquire directly at first, but Stef could easily see his curiosity. And since Van did not disapprove of his beloved being experienced, Stef was quite willing to relate how he had become such a prodigy.
Such bed talk kept Van from becoming bored for quite a few days, and often ended at night with Stefen giving them both release for the pent-up excitement the stories evoked. He would press his naked body against Van's and stroke him gently, not just his phallus, but fondling his testes and tickling between his legs and buttocks. But he would not allow Van to reciprocate, and the Herald soon learnt to obey, once Stef demonstrated that he would get up and refuse to return to the bed, until Vanyel had sworn to behave. When Van was almost crazy from being aroused by the words and fingers of the young Bard, Stef would use his mouth for something else than talking.
His fingers entered Van and found the magic spot, and his lips and tongue worked on Van's phallus. The desperate Herald had to give in almost immediately and fill the sweet mouth with his semen. Afterwards, Stefen would 'torture' him some more by fondling himself, while he told Van what he was going to do to him, when the Herald was well again. Sometimes, Stef would let Van caress the firm buttocks or even press two fingers into his rear opening, while he gave himself release. It was totally erotic and frustrating for the Herald to watch the Bard's beautiful hands rub the hard phallus, making it spray and not being able to participate. Except for those few times, when the Bard relented enough to let Van feel the simultaneous contractions in his lover's tight tunnel.
Van had been told by Savil, that Stef had supplied a lot of the energy to keep him alive and bring him out of the coma. So he did not at first wonder that Stefen needed a lot of sleep. In fact, the Bard would often tire, just as Van himself ran out of energy, and they would both drift off to sleep. But after three weeks of this, Van suddenly woke one day from a much shorter nap than he usually took and found Stef sitting and reading in a chair next to the bed. The young Bard looked up at the slight noise of surprise from the older man and blushed slightly, as he met Van's knowing gaze.
The Herald immediately realized that his lover had been deceiving him, feigning to be tired, in order to tempt Van to sleep. But he was very easily distracted from his anger, when Stef reacted to his improved strength by asking him to undress and turn over. First, however, he had quite calmly gone to the door and locked it, while Van was grumbling and scolding. Stef ignored Van threatening to get up in order to show the Bard that he did not appreciate being treated like a bedridden invalid. He just fetched something in his pack and shed his clothes,
As Stefen approached the bed, Van fell silent at the sight of his naked and erect manhood. The Bard pulled the blankets and upper sheets away and showed his lover the bottle of oil, he held in his hand: "If you are well enough to get out of bed, then you are also able to fulfill my desire for you. So take off your clothes and turn over!" Van began shaking, but got hold of himself with an effort. But he could not deny the lust which suffused his whole body at the thought of what his lover wanted to do to him. With fumbling fingers he began to remove his nightshirt, soon Stef was helping him and caressing him at the same time.
The sore and only half-healed side where the leech blade had hit him, forced Van to move slowly and carefully. His lover helped and supported him, but when Vanyel was finally on his knees with his head and shoulders resting on the mattress, he was shaking from fatigue and pain rather than desire. Stefen seemed to be perfectly aware of how the Herald felt and enquired gently whether he had better lie down again. But as Van very well knew, his wound was still holding together and in no immediate risk of reopening, so he refused and said that he only needed to catch his breath.
The Bard did not try to dissuade him, but just moved around to sit behind his lover. His hands ran over the firm buttocks and began fondling, massaging, and caressing. Soon the oil came into play, and Van forgot pain, exhaustion, anger, his irritation at being kept in bed. Why then – being in bed with Stef was the most wonderful experience – so why be so eager to leave it? Especially as he had a perfectly good excuse to stay in bed and relax, and everybody was urging him to do so. Van thought he might pass out from pleasure, as he was penetrated and given a short but very efficient dose of the best relaxing treatment invented.
Somehow Stef was able to stroke Van's throbbing phallus in time with his short stabs, which made the engorged head of his own member move back and forth in the tight outer tunnel and hit Van's sweet spot every time. The intense massage of the most sensitive parts of their bodies drove them very quickly towards mutual ecstasy. Towards the end, Van took care of himself, while Stefen gripped the slim hips and took them both over the edge. When the Herald's orgasm made his sphincter contract, the young Bard cried out and matched the rhythmic spurting, pushing deeper inside for a short while. It was their first simultaneous ecstasy, and both lovers knew that they would crave this unique pleasure again and again.
Afterwards, Stefen gently eased them down on one side, making sure that it was Van's uninjured side. He pulled a blanket over them and held his beloved close, until he felt him relax completely. Then he carefully withdrew, which made Van moan slightly and express how much he had enjoyed their lovemaking. Stefen removed the soiled nightshirt which had received his lover's semen, wiped Vanyel down and washed himself. By the time he climbed back into bed and settled against the still naked body, the Herald was almost asleep, and the Bard had no difficulty in inducing a contented slumber by humming softly and caressing the soft skin at the nape of Van's neck.
Stefen even took a short nap himself, but soon he woke feeling quite refreshed and very satisfied. He slipped out of bed, got dressed, unlocked the door and went in search of some food and clean clothes for Van. When the Herald awoke, he found Stef sitting on the bed waiting patiently for his lover to climb out of the sexually induced stupor which had claimed another couple of hours for the necessary healing. He helped Van take care of various other bodily needs, then sponged him down and assisted him in getting dressed. When Van had moved into the comfortable armchair next to the bed, Stef tidied the room.
The Bard joined Vanyel at his meal by sitting on the bed and taking little bites from his plate and sips from his cup. Somehow this made Van eat and drink more than he normally would bother to do. It became a game, where Stef would reach for a certain tidbit, and then Van would snatch it and eat it to tease him. Stefen looked adorable when he pouted in mock anger and then pretended that he did not care after all, while searching Van's tray for something else to pounce on. And all the time he was telling little snippets of gossip and observations, which kept the Herald amused and distracted.
So when the Healer came to inspect him, he could find no fault with his behavior, as the patient was clearly doing his best to replenish and conserve his energy for healing. After that visit Van had a string of others, but they were kept short, seeing as Savil, who was the first to enter, stayed and glared at people, if she thought they were tiring or bothering him unduly. Meanwhile Stefen went out for some fresh air, and as always he went to visit Yfandes. He knew of course that she had just as good an insight in how Van was doing, as he did, but somehow telling her how much better the Herald looked made it more believable. The Bard fancied that Van's Companion agreed and gave him approving looks, and this time she even nuzzled his hair, as he leaned against the fence.
He had been lost in contemplation and almost jumped into the air when he felt the warm breath and soft touch of her nose. He looked into her blue eyes and blurted "Oh, Yfandes I love him so much, I don't know what I would have done if I had lost him just as he finally admitted that he cared for me too." Somehow, all the worry and anguish came pouring out of him, all the emotions that he kept deep down when in Van's company, so as to keep his lover content and happy and relaxed. He laid his head against the warm skin of the Companion's neck and cried, not even questioning the fact that the person offering her shoulder for comfort was shaped like a horse rather than a human.
Savil found him there; she paused some distance away, long enough for him to become aware of her presence, which was betrayed by the greeting of her Companion. Kellan had been standing a bit to one side, staring at the Bard with compassion and a good dose of approval, but now she moved up to the fence and made a noise. Stefen gave a start and moved away from Yfandes. He rubbed his face and took some deep breaths, while Savil completed her walk down to the fence. She gave him some extra time by focusing on greeting her own Companion and presenting an apple for both Kellan and Yfandes.
When she finally looked at Stef, the Bard was able to show her a composed and polite face. She delivered her message, as if it was just normal conversation: "Van is asking for you." The Bard's face lit up, and he immediately turned to go back to the Hold. Then he remembered his manners and turned again to take his leave of the two Companions.
Both of them nodded at his courteous words: "Thank you for your time, ladies, I'm much obliged for your kindness." Savil smiled a little, as Stef's eagerness warred with his obvious wish to stay on good terms with Van's oldest friends. He looked at her and remarked that it was nice to see the Herald well enough to get out of bed.
Fortunately, Savil had a reputation of being gruff, so she could cut him short with the tart observation that in her opinion Van had been up for long enough by now and needed to get back to bed and rest. "So run along now, boy, and work some more of your magic on him, so he'll get a good night's sleep!" With an effort she held back her laugh, until he was out of earshot; well, now, she had not seen such a delightful blush on a young man's face for quite a while. But Stef was tough and could take a bit of teasing, even if he was lifebonded and infatuated.
Stefen hurried back, but made sure to walk slowly and breathe deeply the last bit along the corridor to Vanyel's room, so as to seem calm and casual. When he entered, the Healer was at his lover's side; Stef felt his insides contract, was something wrong? Then he relaxed, as the man just asked him to assist in helping the Herald-Mage back to bed. It was a good sign of how tried and sore Vanyel was after just a couple of hours in a chair that he did not protest, when both men supported him and helped him lie down very carefully. As soon as he was prone, the Healer vanished, though not without a significant stare at Stef.
