Page 17 of Tristan
“Tell me what you’ve done. Tell me how you’ve disobeyed me.”
The best shiver goes through me, similar to before. Not arousal exactly, maybe something better. “Nothing. Well notnothing,but not something either—I only touched him!”
He becomes murderous.“Him?”
It takes me a moment to reason out why he’s so angry about my referring to my penis as a ‘him.' He thinks I’ve touched an actual him. “My penis! I touched him—it! I touched my penis.” I’ve gotten used to referring to my penis in the third person, now I’ve given Corrik the wrong impression. “What I’m trying to say is, I touched my own penis—not another man’s—without your permission.”
I can see it’s taking him a moment to process what I’ve said, his eyes narrow and his pretty face twists as he finally comprehends. “You refer to your cock as a ‘him?'”
“Yes.” I have something new to be embarrassed about. No one was supposed to know that.
His laughter this time is a gorgeous, deep, tone, the smile it brings to his face making him so beautiful it’s hard to look at him. But I am looking at him as I realize that for all his negative qualities, I do like something about him, and it’s his laugh. In fact, I’m inlovewith it. I want him to keep laughing. “I used to talk to him when you’d let me pleasure myself,” I blurt out the first thing I think of. He laughs harder; I continue.
“Mostly, I’d apologize to him—on your behalf—for making him miserable for so long.”
His laugh continues, and his eyes—the dark violet ones—have happiness flooding out of them. I didn’t think something so dark could look so bright. It’s like magic happening.
“He talks to me too.”
Corrik loses it—he’s laughing so hard there are tears he has to wipe away—and I can’t stop myself, I’ve lost it too. I’m entranced by his gorgeous laughter. Something that beautiful has to count forsomething. The Gods wouldn’t bless someone horrible with a gift like that, would they?
“He complains half the time, and the other half, he just cries, why do you never want to play with me, Tristan? Why do you ignore me when I ache? I’m magnificent—oh yeah did I mention? He’s quite the arrogant bastard.” I go on like that until Corrik is gasping for air. I’ve managed to thaw the Ice Prince some more. I stare in wonder at him as he catches his breath.
“So, you touchedhimwhen you shouldn’t have?” He still smiles and plays along with my game, but I know it’s a serious question. “Tell me about that.”
I’m quick to defend myself. “Just the once, and it washisfault.Heconvinced me I should do it—I wanted to obey you, but he’s incorrigible.”
“What did your penis say to you then, that was so convincing?”
“Well, it wasn’t so much what he said but the way he looked at me."
“He gives youlooks,too?”
I nod. “I’m sorry, Corrik. I have been good—I only touched him the once, today—and he may have got me to stroke him a bit, but I stopped before it got out of hand.”
“I’ll bet he didn’t like that very much.”
I don’t answer. The moment has died off, and I remember why I stopped; I didn’t want to disappoint my father, it had nothing to do with the prince. It’s probably best he doesn’t know that. Especially since it would probably sound strange me telling him my father popped into my head mid-wank. Besides, the topic of my father is a heavy one. I don’t want to go there amidst our already strange pre-coital conversation.
It’s anti-climactic when he pokes the key into the lock and frees the comedic wonder. My penis doesn’t care that he’s been laughed at, he’s got too much confidence and energy; he’s ready to party. Corrik tosses the chastity belt along with the key on the floor.
“I can see why you had such a hard time. He does look like thekind to win a debate.” He looks to my penis. “I’m sorry Mr. Kanes, I shall spend a great deal of time making things up to you.”
“You will not nickname my penis Mr. Kanes,” I say.
“Why not? He’s mine now. I’ll call him whatever I like.”
I would say something clever back, I really would, but Corrik swallows my cock, and I may never speak again. His mouth is warm and wet and slick. As quick as he’s sucked me down, he spits me out, kissing the head and then bringing his lips to mine immediately so I can taste the flavor of my own cock.
“Thismustbe the part where I get to ravage you? Markaytian tradition can’t be so very different from Elvish?” he says with softness, fast regaining its edge. The way he looks at me—I could pretend that he loves me. Love may not be necessary for sex, but it does make itmore.
“Aren’t you upset I’ve disobeyed you?”
“I probably will be tomorrow,” he says, like it’s an inevitable thing he has no control over. “But right now, I just want to make you mine.”
“Then make me yours, Corrik.”
CHAPTER 5
