…or, Two-Way Trip
By the time six rolled around, I’d made up my mind that Iason would either be late or stand me up entirely. I was actually irritated at how irritated I’d gotten when he knocked on my door at six on the dot.
“Hello, pretty boy,” he said when I opened the door.
In a way, his outfit was the elven version of what I was wearing, with the colors inverted.
He was wearing a loose-flowing white shirt with a ruffled collar, plunging neckline, and a hem on the bottom that curved down towards the left, putting a discreet cover on the hilt of his rapier. His pants were black, and also loose and billowing. They only came down to his mid-calf, showing off his riding boots. The leather of the boots was tooled and stained with blue detail work matching his tattoos.
They also had four inch heels, making him appear taller than me.
Capping off the outfit—literally—was a floppy-brimmed black hat plumed with a large feather.
“You look very nice,” he said. “May I come in?”
“Uh, sure,” I said, stepping back to let him past. “I mean, I don’t know what you have planned, but if you want to hang out for a few minutes before we go, or whatever, that’s cool.”
“I thought we could skip the rest and move on to the fucking,” he said, taking off his hat coming in.
My jaw dropped.
“What?” I asked.
“Well, you seem to prefer me to come straight to the point,” he said. “So I say, no more games and no more artifice. Let us get right to the sex. It’s what I’m here for.”
“You’re kidding me,” I said. “After I spent all day thinking about this, all this time getting ready, hours waiting for six to get here—”
“Well, I had no idea this little date meant so very much to you, Iamie,” he said with a sly grin. “I am both humbled and flattered by your affection.”
I punched him in the stomach. He grunted in surprise, and then laughed.
“Come,” he said, putting his hat back on and sweeping a hand towards the door. “Your carriage awaits downstairs.”
“You hired a private carriage?” I asked, heading out into the hall ahead of him. There were a few girls in the hall, watching us with interest. It made me self-conscious, and just a little aroused.
“It seemed wise,” he said. “Unless you wish for me to ride you all the way into town.”
“There are supposed to be free coaches for students,” I said, ducking down the empty boys’ hall.
“If I ever give you anything free, Iamie, you can rest assured that it was stolen,” he said.
“I just mean, you don’t have to go all out for me,” I said.
“Let me do this,” he said. He was following a few paces behind me. I felt a tingle in my butt when I realized it was so he could watch me.
There was no missing the hired vehicle. An ivory and gold carriage decorated with carved swans was waiting on the loop of road in front of the south side of the residence buildings. Unlike the free coaches, it actually had a driver sitting on the front and a footman on the back.
“How much did you pay for this?” I asked Iason.
“Oh, do not be so gauche,” he answered. The footman hopped down as we approached and opened the door, taking my hand to help me in. I let him do it even though it wasn’t necessary. Neither was the boost Iason gave me from behind.
Once Iason was inside, he picked up a thin silver-colored box which had been sitting on the seat and held it out to me.
“Not another gift, Iason,” I said, shaking my head.
“Please,” he said. He took the cover off, but pulled the box back a little way. “I never get to spoil anyone. Let me spoil you.”
I had to lean forward to see it. It was a chain made up of square segmented silver links. It was unisex-y enough, I guessed, though it had probably been intended for a woman.
“Is it magic?” I asked, eyeing it skeptically.
“You are so demanding,” Iason said, rolling his eyes. “It is not enough that it is pure silver, it is not enough that it is beautiful, it is not enough that I picked it out for you; no, apparently it must be enchanted, as well.”
I sighed and reached for it. He snapped the cover back on.
“No, no, if my little gift isn’t good enough for you, I will take it away and come back with a necklace of platinum segments forged and runically inscribed by dwarves, connected by strands woven of fairy gossamer and charged with the very lightning of the heavens,” he said, pulling the box away.
“Oh, just give me the damned thing!” I said, grabbing for it. He handed it to me. He laughed heartily.
“Now I know better than to come between you and your jewelry,” he said. He gestured for the box. “Please, allow me to put it on you.”
“Okay,” I said, handing it to him. He patted the seat next to him, and I moved over, turning away from him. He draped the necklace over me and fastened it, then put his hands on my shoulders and began to knead them. I had to admit, it felt incredible. “Does everything have to be a game with you?” I asked him.
“Only the things that matter,” he said. “Life. Love. Hunting. Everything I don’t care about is serious business to me, if I ever get around to doing it.”
“I just wish I knew what you wanted from me,” I said as he continued to massage my shoulders.
“Nothing you won’t want to give to me,” he said. “Your hands, your lips, your ass. You don’t mind sharing those things with a handsome elven man.”
“I don’t, but you want more than that,” I said. “I know it.”
“You are not very trusting.”
I raised my hand, showing the stag bracelet over my shoulder. He laughed.
“I take your point,” he said. “But, I swear to you that there was no malice in my gift.”
“What do you want from me, Iason?” I asked again.
“I want your body,” he said. “I want your attention. I want your appreciation. I want to have a very pretty human boy who is always pleased to see me, who appreciates what I have to offer.”
“Okay, but long term?”
“Short term, long term,” he said. “I want that from you today and I’ll want it from you tomorrow. If you only want to give it to me today? I suppose I can’t do anything about that. Life is too short to worry about that, though. Does this feel good?”
“Yes,” I said.
I’d never had a massage before, except from Marlot via a wooden roller we took turns using on each other’s backs. Getting a direct, hands-on one from somebody with elven dexterity and sensitivity was a whole different experience.
“Good,” he said. “The driver knows where we are going, but I’ve told him not to go there until I say so.”
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“To a light supper, then to a show, then to an inn for the main course,” he said.
“You only promised dinner,” I said.
“It isn’t my fault it’s spread out over two places and interrupted by a show.”
I snorted.
“Why did you tell the driver not to go there directly?” I asked.
He pulled on my shoulder, and I turned around to face him on the seat. He glanced downward, and I followed his gaze to see the expanding bulge in his lap.
His pants didn’t have a fly, but he slipped off his belt and pulled them down in front, fishing his cock out. The blue dragon stretched itself out. He grinned at me, not saying anything, and slid back into the corner of the carriage. I bent down across the bench.
“Just think, Iamie. When you tell your friends of this night, you can tell them you ate a dragon,” he said.
He put his hands on the side of my head and guided my mouth towards his cock, taking over the last few inches of maneuvering completely.
I took his cock into my mouth. I didn’t have control of my head, but I was able to move my tongue, and I flicked it across his slit, then under the ridge of his head. I tasted every inch of his shaft as he pushed my lips down to the root, and I loved every bit of it.
Iason had only the barest trace of the sweaty taste I associated with half-elves, only a slight hint of the smell I knew so well from handling my own equipment. It seemed like a very clean cock, but I knew perfectly well it could have been in half a dozen guy’s asses already that day.
That thought might have seemed gross, but I was used to free-for-all situations and it excited me to think of Iason plowing his way through a group of elven guys. He’d probably been active for two decades. How many partners had he had?
How many of them had he bothered to buy glass flowers and expensive carriage rides for? You didn’t give jewelry to a fuck buddy. I got a weird charge from that thought.
I was used to sucking at my own pace, but he kept his hands in place and pushed my head up and down, controlling the movement. It wasn’t the best angle and it hurt my neck a bit, but once I relaxed and figured out how to move with him, it went much better. After I had his pace down, he let go and left me to keep bobbing on my own.
As I worked, savoring both the feeling of his cock between my lips and the thought that his attention to me—however asinine it got—was somehow special, he took off his hat and then shifted both himself and me around until we were both curled up on the seat.
He got my belt unbuckled and my pants unbuttoned, and barely had to try to fish my own hard dick out. He didn’t use as much head movement but worked his tongue around my shaft and sucked with an intensity that took my breath away. About the time he started working on me, his cock spasmed and started to pump its seed into my mouth. I pulled my head back a bit so I could taste it filling my mouth before I swallowed.
If anybody had asked me—and I’d felt inclined to answer—I would have said that my favorite sensation, sexually, was fucking someone else in the ass. If it could somehow bring an orgasm with it, though, having somebody come in my mouth would have been first. It’s fucking intimate, in a way that just fucking can never be. I could understand why some people don’t want some dude’s pee-stick in their face, but from the first time I tried it, I’d felt anybody who didn’t swallow seed was missing out.
Iason had endurance to spare, and he was still spurting in my mouth when I came. He kept up the hard suction, pulling me into an immediate second orgasm that left me about depleted. Of course, his human blood was minimal enough that he could probably have filled my stomach and then some if he never needed to sleep.
Once I was done coming, he sat up and I swung my knees around to the floor. That gave me a much better angle and more room to work. My lips slid up and down over the blue dragon, and I swallowed every last bit that he gave me until finally, my neck sore and my jaw aching, I began to flag. He ruffled my hair and then pulled my head back. I looked up at him, a silly grin on my face.
“You are very good at that,” he said.
“Thanks,” I said.
He patted the seat and I got back up beside him. He took my hand and put it on his dick, wet with saliva, and I began to stroke it absently.
“How much dick have you sucked?”
“I really don’t know,” I said.
“It will have to be enough,” he said. “I do not want you sucking any other man but me.”
“Where the hell did that come from?”
“You wanted to know what I want from you,” he said. “I’m telling you, I want you to myself.”
“Um, okay,” I said. “I mean, I don’t mind being exclusive for as long as we’re together. I wasn’t looking for a bunch of boy sex, anyway.”
“I want your mouth and your ass to myself,” he said. “And your dick. That is what I want.”
“What about girls?”
“They hold no interest for me,” he said.
“I mean, for me.”
“They don’t matter,” he said. “As long as I am the only man who may have you.”
“Okay,” I said. “What about you?”
“What about me?”
“You’re going to fuck other guys?”
“I will do as I please,” he said. “It’s the only thing I know how to do. But you, Iamie, you must be mine.”
“Okay,” I said.
“Will you say it?”
“Say what?”
“Say you are mine,” he said.
“Your what?”
“Just mine.”
“I’m not committing to anything long-term,” I said. “I’m fine with this for now, but that can change.”
“Everything can change,” Iason said. “But today, you are mine.”
“Yes,” I said.
“Say it, then,” he said. “Please.”
“Okay, I’m yours,” I said.
His cock flexed and throbbed in my hand when I said it. I’d almost forgotten I was holding it.
“Keep saying it, Iamie,” he said, flexing his hips so that he was thrusting into my hand. “I want to get off to you saying it.”
“I’m yours,” I repeated, both tightening my grip and quickening my pace. “I’m yours.”
It might have only been for the day, but it was making for an interesting day.
MOOK!!
ook! <3
Um… there are words missing… is that just me?
You missed a spot.
“They only came down to his mid-thigh, showing off his riding boots. The leather of the boots “
Apparently it was. hehe
Cheers!
=)
I am like quivering right now. Wish I had a Iason of my own.
Oh Jamie, what have you gotten yourself into?
[answer: something i hope lasts a long time]
I can’t be the only male reader who enjoys the story, but is really uncomfortable with the graphic gay sex. But then, I have no problem with the lesbian stuff in the other MU story, so I guess I’m going to have to go ahead and be a hypocrite.
MOOK!
Huh. So Jamie gets off on being watched.
All this honesty (or is it really honesty? Seems like it.) from Iason is very disconcerting. Now the problem will be finding another girl who doesn’t mind Jamie being with Iason, because Missy really needs to go. Ooh, this allows for the possibility of nymph sex!
MOOK!
Seems rather unlikely that Jamie would have sex with a nymph, what with the ‘double-dipping’ description from a few chapters back, but if he does, I hope it’s with Barley. She really needs it.
Okay, points to Iason for taking his lumps.
Wow. Iason is starting to remind me of abusive boyfriends: controlling, possessive, deceptive… and Jamie’s just letting him. I wonder if Jamie really understands what he’s doing.
Also, a possible typo? “…and I swallowed very last bit that he gave me…” Shouldn’t that be ‘every’?
Wooooo. Yeah, the “you be exclusive for me but I can have other guys” is a bit … off-putting and controlling. I wonder when this will start to bother Jamie.
I think Jamie’s had his doubts already and has now fallen for Iason hook, line and sinker, unless of course something goes wrong at the actual date but I doubt that.
Give our elfie some benefit of the doubt. So he has some stalker potential? So does any lover. He wants exclusive Jamie, but wants to play the field? That is an unusual attitude?
A joke likely older than I am…
She: “I can’t bear the idea of us being parted for so long. So I want you to promise me something.”
He: “Anything”
She: “Promise me you will only go out with boys while I am gone.”
He: “Of course”
She: “Good, and I’ll do the same.”
The affair may well end badly. Many, even most, do. But most of us deem it well worth the risk.
“I think Jamie’s had his doubts already and has now fallen for Iason hook, line and sinker, unless of course something goes wrong at the actual date but I doubt that.”
Well, we do see them together at the dance in the Tales of MU timeline, which is several weeks after this date, if I’m not mistaken…
@17 Kyle
Forgotten about the dance. But the previous part still counts though. ^_^
ugh, gag ne. this was a nice, hot chapter, but still, iason is a douche, and the stuff he says just makes me retch….
@7: you’re probably not the only one. Most guys who are all OMG EW GAY SEXORZ probably won’t keep reading, though.
Personally, I’m ambivalent. It’s not hot in the way the MU-stuff can get, but it’s not OMG EW either.
Although the last tbit would be hot if there was a girl involved.
OK I’m not a guy.
But WOW gay sex is HOTNESS!!!
Not that I’m surprised but yeah ToMu is getting me off more than Mu is these days.
WOOT for Erotica!!!
Can’t really say that the mansex does much for me, but I learned a long time ago to take the not as enjoyable for me personally with the good.
To the guys who are disgusted by gay sex:
Don’t read it like it’s porn; read it as part of the story. That’s what I do with the lesbian areas of ToMU, and I greatly enjoy them despite not being remotely turned on.
^_^ Just a pointer.
OOK!
Well well, an interesting day indeed… I’m very interested lolol.
And yay for them still being together in a few weeks at the dance thingo… hopefully we’ll see a little more relationship development between them and not just sex… although the sex is hawt.
Missy clearly has no future place in Jamie’s life. She’s into him mainly as a route to Iason. But now, Iason has confirmed the misogynist tendencies he has previously exhibited.
Oh yes –
arf…mook…ook.
It’s still early.
Goddamn, I wish my girlfriend hadn’t gone to work before I’d read this chapter, I’m now gonna have to wait until she gets back. Grr.
I think I identify with the characters from MOARMu a little bit more as they are a little more down to earth – I, like Jamie, am bi-sexual, but struggle with the idea of dating a guy.
I think it’s interesting to hear the story of a guy going through what I might have gone through had I not found Jess. Except that Jamie is the bottom.
On a different (stranger) level, I kinda identify with Iason. Only AE knows for sure, but I think a lot of what Iason does is because he thinks it is romantic and because he is genuinely trying. I’ve never spoiled any of my girlfriends before and there is genuine enjoyment for me when I do buy her a gift, something which I’ve never experienced before (gifts either way, giving or receiving, usually make me extremely uncomfortable).
Also Iason’s gifts he thinks of (or at I least I think he thinks of) as ways of showing others that Jamie is his. He is peacocking Jamie so that there is no mistaking that he belongs to someone. It’s the same way that I like the idea of rings because they can often be a symbol of exclusivity to someone else. In this way, it’d be interesting for Jamie to give Iason a gift… because then he might feel forced to reciprocate… but I doubt it. I have a feeling Iason might turn his nose up at any gift Jamie might proffer.
Hmmm. Iason’s attitude -doesn’t- bode well, it’s true. That being said, he’s yet to do anything to hurt Jamie, so I’m inclined to give him the benefit of the doubt for now.
Wait, the pants are loose and billowing, yet only go down to mid-thigh? Those are shorts, not pants. Do you mean mid-calf? Those would still be short enough to show off boots.
@Silverai: Whoops, thanks for the catch.
Huh. Before now, I’d have never thought that pseudo-victorian boy-sex was hot. But that was kind of hot.
And Jamie has totally become exactly what he keeps saying he doesn’t want to become… which is no surprise, since it’s been obvious he’s been in denial all along.
I do realize, though, that neither of the MU stories has enough hetero sex for my tastes. I mean, I have nothing against the rest, but Ian is about the only character I can identify with right now. And his rage issues hit a little too close to home for me sometimes.
Good stuff, AE!
As a very heterosexual male, I would not want to be polishing Iason’s endowment, but I honestly don’t see how the fellatio and other oral sex here differs from Mack blowing Ian, except that it involves two males. As Lenny Bruce said, that’s a very loving thing to do for someone.
If you can’t enjoy the sex, skip over it and rejoin the story where it’s less graphic. I foresee this story continuing to run about three weeks behind MU, so we should be seeing that dance around the winter solstice. Good stuff, to be sure.
I agree with #33. Even being totally ethero, I enjoyed the description as I did with the Ian-Mack ones. And there’s a sentence that I’d really love to think is true for girls too, because it’s what drives me most…
“from the first time I tried it, I’d felt anybody who didn’t swallow seed was missing out.”
and I too think that fellatio (to a girl too) is truly about intimacy, more than penetration…
Lines such as
“Short term, long term,” he said. “I want that from you today and I’ll want it from you tomorrow. If you only want to give it to me today? I suppose I can’t do anything about that. Life is too short to worry about that, though. Does this feel good?”
and
“Everything can change,” Iason said. “But today, you are mine.”
have given me a new respect for Iason; I really appreciate his view of the relationship. Tomorrow is tomorrow, why waste today worrying about it?
I wonder if Alexandra Erin is ever going to reveal what Iason is eating, because I have been led to believe that it can make the actual experience more like the idea of it.
Eri
You know, most guys don’t think “oh phoey, two girls that won’t have sex with men” when they see two girls together, in porn or elsewhere. They think “gosh, there’s TWO of them!” and their bodies react in the same manner because that’s the way evolution has taken in optimising chance of offspring. That’s why I find it ridiculous to call a guy a hypocrite for liking “lesbian” scenes but not “gay” scenes.
(Entirely off the point, most girls in “lesbian porn” aren’t lesbians…)
In fact results from several studies indicate bisexualitiy is as common or slightly more common than homosexuality, as a social behaviour.
If you monitor brain and nerve activity of people of any sexuality, you find that a bisexual biological response is much more common than bisexuality as a social behaviour, and we’re talking both people who consider themselves to be homosexuals and heterosexuals. There’s however a lot of late inhibitions taking place, most of them trained responses. About half the population (slightly higher percentage for females than for males) is very sensitive to pheromones though, and those are almost always showing strongly heterosexual brain and nerve activity. Of the remaining population, about one in five is showing strong response to their own sex.
@26: How is Iason a misogynist? He’s not attracted to girls because he’s either gay or male-leaning bisexual (by our terms, not elven ones), and he’s a controlling douche because he’s a controlling douche. Neither of those things make him misogyinstic.
Also, I lol’d at Serious Business.
Duochrome couple—
It’s all there in black and white
And head all over
Their relationship’s
Anything but black and white—
It’s all shades of gray
We long to belong
But belonging differs from
Being a belonging
PS to Zathras IX: The haiku are as clever as ever, and hitting the nail on the head each time. (And the nail yells “Ouch!”)
@38 Tatia The misogynist comments are based on the impression that since Iason is not attracted to women they are more than just worthless to him, they practically don’t exist(as evidenced by him just ignoring any women who happen to be in his path). The only female character we have seen him show any respect to is professor Bryony, and we’ve seen little enough of his interactions with her that even that may be as absolutely minimal as possible.
Goodness! (It’s hard to give more opinion than that, really.)
I love how Jamie’s neutrality towards romance is getting shoved around. Based on what we’ve already seen from him, he’s not much for emotions other than “damn the elf is hot,” so I wonder, what’s it feel like for him to verbally devote himself to someone?
Arf!
Not as hot as somethings we’ve seen in MU (though not all, some things there go off my acceptance meter, but hey, differnet strokes etc), but I still ended this chapter with a hard-on, which is annoying if it’s because of something you can’t really fantasize about afterwards…
The mysoginist thing comes more from the way we’ve seen him treat women, I think. He really doesn’t consider them worthy of thinking about them – they’re basically sub-human (or sub-elf, if you insist).
Anyway, I’m a straight man, an, well, yes, I do prefer lesbians over gay men, because, you know, there’re two of them I like! whee!
I’m not so much repused by this type of erotic gay fiction though…I’m more disturbed that I find it hot
Eh, everybody’s bisexual to some degree, some just more so than others. I still want a threesome with two guys and one girl though >_<
Anyway, other topic: the whole he-pushed-my-mouth-down-until-I-swallowed-him-whole…Seriously, does anybody like that in real life? Almost every girl I’ve ever met (and/or had sex with, though I’ve never done it myslef) absolutely hates it. Makes them choke and/or wretch, is unpleasant, painful, etc etc. And I understand – I mean, I can fit a beer bottle about 7 inches down,but that’s not exactly incredibly pleasant anymore…And 7 inch isn’t necessarily all the way down anyway, and I have a big mouth. o_O
@ Heph:
Going down all the way doesn’t bother me, as long as I’m the one in control. If the guy attempts to push me to that point, it gets rather uncomfortable and I start gagging. Err, well, I start gagging with my current boyfriend. As long as I’m in control and can take it slow, it doesn’t bother me. But yeah, being forced into anything (for real, not playing) makes me not enjoy myself at all.
I guess I’m lucky in that all of the sexual scenes, provided the kinks don’t bother me, are arousing to me. I find two men together just as arousing as two women and I like the Ian/Mack dynamic. It all works for me. ^_^
@37, C8H9NO2
> You know, most guys don’t think “oh phoey, two girls
> that won’t have sex with men” when they see two girls
> together, in porn or elsewhere. They think “gosh,
> there’s TWO of them!” and their bodies react in the
> same manner because that’s the way evolution has taken
> in optimising chance of offspring. That’s why I find it
> ridiculous to call a guy a hypocrite for liking “lesbian”
> scenes but not “gay” scenes.
The hypocritical part is being ‘repulsed’ or ‘offended’ by male homosexual sex but finding female homosexual sex ‘hot’ and ‘want see more’.
There is nothing wrong with feeling nothing in particular about any or all kind of sex, but actively trying to prevent one type while being enthusiastic about another kind which is basically the same in all aspects that matter.
(though of course that depends on if somebody accepts that the distinction is between homo- and heterosexual sex and not between naked males and nakes females. Still, being repulsed by one thing while being enthusiastic about another when the only difference is the wobbly bits of the participants does smack of an ‘everybody is equal but some (me) are more equal than others’ attitude. But then I am a bit harsh that way in how I condemn others
)
Eri
@35 Betwyn said about Iason:
At least you didn’t say “Tommorrow is another day.” I still find Iason at least as manipulative as the attributed source.
Taria In mentioning misogyny, I’m referencing other actions. When told Jamie’s asking him to join them at lunch is at Missy’s request, he refuses. He walks through women
(girls) as if they don’t even exist. By declaring girls hold no interest for him, he seems to confirm this attitude.
[I typed the above before reading the comments by Chrinos and Heph. I'm leaving it since it includes an incident not otherwise addressed.]
Hmm, I wouldn’t say finding the homo action repulsive is the least bit hypocritical. Trying to stop others from enjoying it is the problem. It’s no different than liking or disliking anal sex (regardless of the partners) because some feel it’s not clean. There is a lot of baggage to gay sex though, because of the current civil rights issues and such – so there is a natural guilt that you can feel about it. I was actually aroused, offended, guilty and apathetic during different parts of the Iason/Jamie sex – reactions not common with the more girl heavy MU action. But I shouldn’t feel bad about it – what you find erotic (or not) is very personal and not should not be subject to outside influence. Ideally.
” The hypocritical part is being ‘repulsed’ or ‘offended’ by male homosexual sex but finding female homosexual sex ‘hot’ and ‘want see more’.
No hypocrisy to speak of. Female sex sends the message to the male mind of “something to have sex with” while sex between males does not. [As a point of difference, the female mind can view both as sexy.]
There is nothing wrong with feeling nothing in particular about any or all kind of sex, but actively trying to prevent one type while being enthusiastic about another kind which is basically the same in all aspects that matter.”
It is only your opinion here of what aspects matter. To use a bit of my family history, an orange tie is basically the same in all aspects that matter as a green one, but not in an Irish bar…
I mentioned this in my twitter yesterday, but I’ll throw it up here in comments on both the MU sites and put a more specific twitter up, too: no update today as I’m helping my roommate who is convalescing from (non-life-threatening but still generally incapacitating) surgery. There will still be the usual Saturday update… five full updates this week, as usual.