Our Very Own

Chapter Four

Lancelot did not seem the least bit bothered by this and kissed Arthur’s lips in a slow lingering manner that made Arthur think he would go mad if he did not have Lancelot soon. It was only when Arthur’s lust slightly cleared that he realized Lancelot’s fingers were swiftly undressing him as well. “If I were to wait around for you to undress yourself I think I might find myself an old man before you would stop gapping at me and do so.” Lancelot whispered against his lips as he tugged off a piece of Arthur’s armor and began pulling up the shirt he wore beneath it. And suddenly, with the exception of his trousers, Arthur found himself relieved of his clothes and being led to lie upon Lancelot’s bed. Then he felt a set of calloused fingers moving to undo the belt of his trousers and his breath caught in his throat once more as Lancelot tugged them off and cast the last bit of clothing aside. “Lancelot…” he said, suddenly feeling unsure of what he ought to do. Arthur had bedded enough women in his life, but had never been with a man and felt quite novice. “Shhh,” Lancelot silenced his unspoken fear once more, placing his index finger over Arthur’s lips “just… relax and close your eyes.” he said and Arthur obeyed readily. This worked to calm him and he was about to open his eyes and thank Lancelot for helping calm himself when he felt a set of warm, moist fingers begin to gently stroke him, causing him to grow hard to their touch.

For a brief moment Arthur’s mind was unsure what to think before it was overcome with the delight of what Lancelot was doing to him. The swift movements of Lancelot’s fingers against his erection were nothing like any pleasure Arthur had ever been able to give himself when he fantasized of Lancelot in the darkness of his own bed. Biting his lip Arthur let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a whimper, his breath coming and going much more rapidly as he wished Lancelot would stop teasing and give him release. “Lancelot… please…” he begged quietly, his plea answered with the cessation of Lancelot’s hand stroking him.

Arthur silently pked.ked. Should he not have spoken? Had his plea somehow upset Lancelot? The questions swam in his head and caused him worry himself until Lancelot silently answered his questions when he ran his tongue over the length of Arthur’s erection. Lancelot’s warm mouth enveloped Arthur, who responded with a quiet moan from his parted lips. He began to stroke the black curls on Lancelot’s head in hopes that it would urge his lover to give him release, but Lancelot seemed to have his own plan as to what was going to happen. He slowly lingered over every single act and seemed to be causing Arthur’s frustration on purpose for, no matter how much Arthur pleaded with him, Lancelot’s mouth silently refused to bring Arthur beyond the brink that he felt himself nearing. Arthur groaned, burying his head against a pillow in frustration as he became convinced that Lancelot would do nothing but tease him.

But just as the groan left his lips, he felt Lancelot’s tongue flick purposely over the head of his shaft, causing Arthur to moan once more with need as his love’s mouth quickened the pace at which it worked over Arthur’s weeping member. As Lancelot’s mouth brought him closer to release, his hand began stroking Arthur’s nether sacs to quicken him to his orgasm. “Lancelot… I…” he moaned just before he felt his hips buck from the bed and deeper into the knight’s warm mouth, spilling his warmth into Lancelot’s urging mouth. Greedily Lancelot took in every drop that flowed from Arthur; his hands braced against Arthur’s hips to keep himself steady as the body beneath him arched off the bed as he rode the ways of his orgasm. Once Lancelot was sure he had taken in every last drop from Arthur he removed his mouth from his beloved and moved so that he lay beside him, admiring Arthur and listening as his breathing relaxed into a normal breathing pattern.

Arthur turned his head and smiled weakly at Lancelot, feg bog both oddly tired and invigorated. “Lancelot,” he panted, resting his hand over his lover’s cheek “I love you.” Lancelot smiled and nodded, a light laugh escaping his lips. “I know, Arthur.” But Arthur shook his head. “I love you.” he murmured again. “I love you. I love you. I love you.” The repeated words rang through Lancelot’s ears and he leaned over, pressing his lips to Arthur’s to quite them. Their mouths met happily and then parted as they lay side by side, a smile passing between them. “Lancelot,” Arthur whispered, his eyes full of wanting innocence “I want to make love to you.”

(Author's Note: Ok, slashy like oral goodness in this chapter. I really don't know whether I wrote it well or not and, since I refuse to let my friends read it, only the people reading it here can offer sort of opinion on my writing style. Oh, and hugs to Angel and Kitty for their commenty review type things.)