Page 10 of Apple Boy

“Your hair’s golden!” He exclaimed. “I thought it was brown,”

I let out an effervescent laugh and sat back, my arms resting confidently on the rim of the tub.

“Yes, and when it dries, it will be lighter still and also have a slight curl to it. And you’ll never guess, when all of this grime is gone I’m actually pale skinned too,” I jested but Adam didn’t laugh. The eye contact we shared was weighted with such intensity that it made my gut roil with desire. Adam looked at me like I had been created from pure gold and he was a thief. He licked his lips, and I saw something sparkle in his eyes—Temptation. We were attracted to one another, and we were alone!

“I know I’ve dirtied the water a little, but… it’s a big bath, would you care to join me, Adam Sewell?” I invited.

Adam stared at me with lust-filled eyes and toyed anxiously with his lower lip. His nervous hesitation made me pause. Adam’s generosity—the bath, the clean clothes, and boots, what was it all for? With my experience in the art of love, it all looked very much like a naive seduction to me. Adam was so very handsome and apparently deliciously inexperienced. I was unsure if he realized what he was doing—or what he was making me feel.

“Why are you so kind?” I questioned, trying and failing to keep my natural flirtatious nature from my voice. “I’ve met few men who do not have an alterior motive for their acts of kindness. So, tell me Adam Sewell, what do you want?” Could it be that Adam felt sorry for an aristocrat down on his luck? Did he think that there could be some reward in exchange for the assistance he was giving me? No, the Sewell’s were well-off. I’d only known Adam for a day, but from what I’d observed he wanted for nothing—well, apart from some attention, friendship, and fellow feeling! Whatever Adam wanted from me he did not want money.

“Are you an apple boy?” I pitched the question playfully, so as not to make him think that I was judging him. After several tentative moments, to my delight, Adam nodded.

“Come here,” I said, splashing across the large round bathtub and moving up onto my knees. I leaned over the side of the tub. Adam stepped closer, and I grabbed a handful of his green homespun shirt and pulled him to me. I watched him hungrily lick his lips.

“Why are you beings so kind to me?” I reiterated. Adam’s gaze fixed upon my mouth as if it were a juicy apple and he was parched.

“Your eyes are whiskey, and your hair is gold,” Adam said, almost dreamily, and I thought he was about to break into song.

“Most folks round here are dark-haired.” Adam watched me for a moment then admitted,

“I, um, like you. You’re different—like me.” Adam’s gaze dropped and then steeling himself for the challenge he looked up again, bravely meeting my eyes. Lust had clasped me completely in its grasp, and I did not look away.

Adam’s shy reply made a rare feeling—a feeling I hadn’t experienced in so long I near forgot what it felt like, come to the fore. It was light as a bubble as it ran through my veins and burst in my heart—happiness. I was happy. Adam liked me, even though I had nothing but the soiled clothes that pooled at his feet. He liked me without benefiting from the privileges and luxuries of my title. He liked me for me, and it made me so incredibly pleased to know it. I could not disguise my feelings, not when Adam was so candid with his own. We had no time for the dance of flirtation I regularly used with my conquests back home. The sunrise would come and our time here would be over all-too-soon.

I touched an index finger to his lightly stubbled chin and hitched it to make him raise his head and look directly at me. Then I pulled Adam that extra inch closer. I could see nervous trepidation in the way Adam’s pupils blew wide and wondered if he had ever kissed a boy before. He was most definitely inexperienced. I was aware of the seriousness of what we were doing—that this solitary kiss between consenting men was forbidden in Erias. I didn’t want to scare Adam away, but I also needed to kiss him… desperately.

Adam closed his eyes and submitted to the kiss. His lips were soft and yielding, and I felt a shudder of surrender run through him. I let my tongue dart out and lick the crease between his lips and curiously, my whole body sparked to life as if recognizing something in the alchemy of our kiss that was intrinsic to my happiness. There was spiciness to Adam’s natural fragrance and taste. He pulled back and looked at me in wonder. I smiled knowingly, and he returned the smile in a wordless exchange of understanding. Then, boldly, Adam initiated the next kiss.

What to me were a light, exploratory kisses of desire and gratitude, were something entirely different to Adam. His hands roughly cupped my face, and he launched into the next embrace with wild abandon. I was the feast for a starving man, and Adam took the opportunity to devour me like it would be his one-and-only chance to eat. My lips parted, and I allowed him to slip his tongue inside, he moaned at the new warm, wet sensations as our tongues tangled, then he drew back, bit and tugged at my lower lip. I gasped and tore my mouth away.

“Gods, Adam,” I exclaimed as I struggled for a breath. My lips throbbed and tingled where he’d bitten me. I hoped he had not drawn blood.

“What? Am I doin’ it wrong?” He asked breathily, his eyes sparkling and cheeks flushed. He sounded a little hurt.

“No, no,” I gentled. “It’s just; I like to take things slower, that’s all. Join me in here, and we can take things a little slower, yes?” I suggested, trying to catch my breath.

The look Adam gave me was one of both fear and curiosity. I could see he wanted to join me, but he was also reluctant to step over the line that had been drummed into him by the society he grew up in.

“It’s alright if you don’t want to, but make your mind up soon, the water’s getting cold, I removed my hands from him, sat back in the bath with a mighty splash, and propelled myself to the far side of the bath.

After a long beat of silence, Adam spoke. “We can wash, but nothin’ else… no other business,” he conceded, but I could see from the longing burning in his eyes that he wanted more.

“Fine,” I replied chirpily.

No matter the tingling of my lips or the throbbing frustration in my groin, I understood this decision was difficult for him and would respect it until he changed his mind. He would change his mind.

The boyish grin Adam gave me made his whole face light up, and it frustratedly enflamed my desire anew. Without a care, he eagerly stripped his clothing, revealing strong corded arms, honey-colored skin on a lean chest with defined musculature on his abdomen. It was the body of a man who labored, unlike my own, slender work-shy physique. Like me, Adam grew little body hair, but what he did have was dark, growing around his navel and trailing to his bush. His prick stood keenly at half-mast, and it was already bigger than mine, the plump mushroom head poking from beneath its silken sheath. I eyed him hungrily, and thought of all the delicious things I wanted to do with that abundant prick, and what I wanted it to do to me! Adam appeared embarrassed by his arousal. He placed a hand over it to make his member lay flat, an action I found ridiculously adorable, and then Adam stepped up and then down into the bathtub.

Adam flinched and yelped as his cold feet met the searing hot water in the tub, and we both laughed shyly. Adam then took his place sitting on the opposite side of the tub from me. He looked at me with large emerald green eyes that reflected the candlelight and seemed to draw me to him. Again he let out an embarrassed chuckle, looked away shyly, and heat rose to his cheeks. I found his innocence deeply attractive, and if we were in Thorn I would have treated him to my full seduction, and we would surely have spent the day rutting like there was no tomorrow!

With this handsome, naked creature just a hand-span away from me in this warm, relaxing bath, curtailing my natural urges was becoming difficult. However, I am a gentleman, and in the circumstances, I would not ask for more than Adam was prepared to give me.

“Can you help me wash, perhaps?” I asked, hitching a brow in invitation. I wanted Adam to relax and enjoy himself. “Group bathing with men is a common occurrence in Thorn,” I added conversationally.

“Is that right?”

“Yes, friends like to help wash one another.” I continued, “It’s perfectly acceptable.” I reassured. Then, as if he’d come to a decision Adam reached for a washcloth and a creamy square block.