More Tales of MU

…or, Friends With Tangible Benefits

Iason had made himself comfortable in my room. He’d taken off his hat, cape, and most of his clothes, anyway. He hadn’t sat down. He was pacing. “Prowling” might be the better word, actually. Prowling up and down the floor like a caged tiger. He looked at me as I came in. I closed the door behind me, and then locked it. He stalked up towards me, muscles rippling beneath his snow-white skin.

I turned out the light. It wasn’t dark out, and there was light from the enchanted flower. Iason’s skin gleamed in the semi-darkness. His blue tattoos seemed to glow like frozen lightning. Nothing got me feeling all poetic like a half-naked elf boy. He slipped out of his pants as he walked, freeing his dragon-inscribed cock.

I reached for my belt buckle.

“Stop,” Iason said.

I undid it. He scowled.

“Put that back,” he said. “I want to be the one who undresses you, completely.”

I unbuttoned my fly.

“You can do the rest,” I said. “I started it. That’s enough for me, this time.”

“It’s such a small thing, I hardly see how it could matter,” Iason said.

“Good,” I said. “Now do the rest or don’t.”

I didn’t argue when the first thing he did was to slide the new bracelet off my wrist. I had just told him he could undress me. I hadn’t specified any other limits. I couldn’t see it mattering. I doubted he was going to transform me in my dorm room, and he would have had a hell of a time getting me out of there as a stag, anyway.

He got off my shirt, my belt and my jeans and then the rest. When we were completely naked, he slipped a ring on my finger and then pulled me towards the couch. He sat down, and then pulled me backwards onto his cock.

A quick probe and smear with a lubricated finger was all the prep work he did before we made contact and he pushed his way inside. It was rough and rushed. It had been a few days, but Iason wasn’t interested in taking time or care. Once he was inside, though, I found he’d lubed the length of his shaft below the head, a little. He’d just wanted to make sure I felt the penetration.

He pulled me down the length of his pole fast and hard, barely grunting at the resistance. Once I was all the way down, he stopped. I tried to relax around him. He was in a rough mood, and I felt like the hard part was just beginning.

He started moving, and “rough” didn’t even begin to describe it. At first I just rode up and down on his lap, his cock plugging away. There were limits to how much force he could bring to bear with me on top, but I followed the guidance of his hands on my hips and thighs even as he pushed me faster than I would have gone on my own. He came twice and I came once, and then without withdrawing he changed positions, laying me out on the couch beneath him so he could really go to town under his own power.

The word “pounding” wasn’t enough. He pummeled my ass. He defeated it. He refused my body’s surrender and ground it into the dust.

I thought about getting some kind of covering for the couch, moments before it was too late. Well, the cushions had two sides and there was probably some way of getting the covers off them to wash them. After that, he rolled us over onto the floor with a crash. The carpet didn’t make for a soft landing. He pulled me up into a doggy-style position, the first way I’d ever had sex, and plugged away until I spurted a third, fourth, and fifth time, and he kept going.

If not for the protective enchantment of the ring, I would have been far past the point of bleeding. I had lost count of the number of times he finished inside me, but when he stopped, panting for breath and exhausted, his cock was still as hard as ever. He walked on his knees around to the front of me, grabbed my head, and plunged it into my mouth. I didn’t complain. I did what he expected, and sucked hungrily.

Honest truth, the main reason I hadn’t ever told Iason to fuck off was that he loved giving me what I loved to get: cock.

Nothing more, nothing less.

I loved sucking it. I loved the feel of the firm but pliable flesh in my mouth. I loved the meaty taste of it. I loved everything about it, including the reactions I could pull from him by using the right pressure or the right movement.

As a manly human type with just enough elven prettiness in my blood, I could have had any number of the other male elves in Treehome, but I wasn’t sure I didn’t have the best of the bunch already. The ones I’d met had either been douches like Nikolaos and his boyfriend, or too effete for my tastes, like Melos. Iason, for his slight build and his beautiful skin and long hair, was a man.

I kept sucking even as I felt his interest waning, his cock deflating. I just slowed down. I only stopped when he said, “Enough,” proud to have outlasted him, though I knew that physically, hecould have kept it up for longer. My jaw and ass were both sore, but my head was floating.

He pulled me up against himself and we stretched out on the floor, his front to my back. His hands, a little cool to the touch, traced lines on the front of my body.

“If you could go back and live your life over, knowing you would find me, would you deny all other male company in order to save your treasure for me alone?” he asked

“No,” I said. I didn’t even have to think about it. My treasure? Even the other elves didn’t talk like that. “I had fun growing up the way I did.”

“Then I think I must go back and spirit you away,” he said. “Like an elven knight of old, and keep you locked away in my cellar like a fine wine, until you have aged sufficiently to quaff.”

“You really think that kind of talk is sweet?” I asked.

“It’s meant to be,” he said. He gave my cock a squeeze. “Can you not see the compliment behind it?”

“You want me to be yours exclusively,” I said. “More than I am already. It would be more of a compliment if you gave yourself exclusively.”

“You keep coming back to that, Iamie. I’m afraid it’s very revealing of your inherent jealousy.”

“I’m not saying I want or need that. I’m just making a point.”

“I give you an honest compliment,” he said. “One I think is truly your due. That should be enough for anybody, but you always want more.”

“I don’t want more,” I said. “I’m just pointing something out.”

“How much it bothers you that I have other men,” he said.

“No,” I said.

“Yes.”

“It doesn’t.”

“You don’t have to lie to me,” he said. “So, has Marlot resigned herself to my presence?”

“What do you mean?” I asked. The abrupt change of subject had thrown me, but so had the question.

“That is why you dashed off to speak with her before returning here to be with me, is it not?” he said. “You wished to smooth things over, as the expression goes.”

“What makes you think Marlot would have a problem with you?” I asked him.

The one time we’d all gotten together before, everybody had behaved. Her opinion of him had gone southward as she’d learned more about him from me, without the benefit of direct experience. He didn’t know that, though.

“The way you ran off to explain to her,” he said.

“Could you hear the conversation?” I asked.

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “The acoustics in this building are less than ideal to make eavesdropping across the floor an easy thing. There are too many intervening surfaces of varying thicknesses and compositions, and too many people holding their own conversations. Most likely I could not begin to sort it out, even if I had concentrated fully on doing so.”

“So, you weren’t even trying to listen in.”

“As I said, it could scarcely have mattered if I had,” he said.

“It could matter to me, if you didn’t,” I said.

“Even knowing it might have been a different story, had I believed the attempt might bear fruit?”

“Would it have been?”

“I couldn’t say,” Iason said. “I know what it is, I know what I did; I could not say what I would have done had it been otherwise.”

“Then it matters a little,” I said. “Anyway, if you couldn’t hear, then why are you so sure that’s what I did?”

“Why else would you leave my presence like that?” he asked. “If you simply had something else you needed to discuss with her that badly, we would have gone to her room first, before coming here. Anyway, I have seen some of your television shows. I know the unnatural importance humans place on the opinions of their friends as to whom they take to bed.”

“It’s not unnatural,” I said.

“It seems it must be, when the same programs stress the importance of self-reliance and being one’s self,” Iason said. “It certainly seems that way to me. Melos approved of you, but had he found you less comely, I would not have let that stop me from finding pleasure in your body.”

“The kind of approval we look for in our friends isn’t about fuckability,” I said. “It’s about personality, compatibility. Intangible things like that.”

“Intangible,” Iason said. “Meaning, ‘that which cannot be touched’.” He draped his arm over me, then put his hand up on the side of my face, tracing his fingers down my cheek. “What is the value of that? What is the use of food if it cannot be eaten? Of a painting if it cannot be seen? Of a poem if it cannot be sung? Of a person, if he cannot be touched?”

“People are more than their uses, Iason,” I said. I threw his arm off and got to my feet. I tried not to wobble too much.

“Again, I have offended you without meaning to,” he said, sitting up. “When I say ‘use’, I do not mean anything negative. Would you associate with Marlot if you did not gain enjoyment from her company?”

“I enjoy her company, yes,” I said. “But words like ‘use’ and ‘gain’ have certain connotations.”

“Do you not believe you gain anything from feeling enjoyment?”

“I gain enjoyment,” I said. “It’s an end in itself.”

“Then I am not certain where we are disagreeing,” he said. He got to his feet. “I enjoy fucking you, Iamie. You enjoy being fucked. No matter how strident your personality grows—”

“Strident?” I repeated.

“As here, for example,” he said. “No matter how strident your personality grows, I know all of that will fall away the instant I get inside you. We are at our happiest together when our flesh becomes one. Perhaps this is an instance in which you would prefer me to be dishonest, but I would not seek out your company were you ‘intangible’ to me. Oh, how you glare at that, Iamos Toxotes, but I do not believe you would welcome my company, either, were that the case.”

Considering I’d just thought about the same damn thing when his cock had been in my mouth, I couldn’t argue that. Not without being a flaming hypocrite.

“Call that a reflection on your personality,” I said instead.

“If it is, it is,” he said with a dramatic shrug. “Since it is the union of our bodies which brings us together, I do not see why my personality and its possible defects should bother me.”

“Well, remember what you said about friends and their influence,” I said. “The longest-lasting couples are the ones that are friends, as well. If I enjoyed your company the way I enjoyed Marlot’s, we’d get more out of being together and you wouldn’t have to worry so much about what she thinks of you.”

“Who said I worry?”

“You should,” I said.

“You would shut me out of your life at a word from her?”

“I’d be amenable to persuasion from her,” I said.

“Because she is your friend.”

“Because I know her enough to trust her judgment,” I said.

“What about your own?”

“You don’t want me listening to my own judgment more often, Iason,” I said. “Trust me. That wouldn’t be at all conducive to your long-term plans.”

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