Marius looked up at him. “Find some salve and bandages too.”
He nodded and left, leaving them alone.
Kyle opened his eyes and turned to face Marius, straddling him, his hands sliding to the back of his neck, stroking him, leaning into a deep kiss, their mouths parting slowly, their tongues meeting, swirling gently, tasting, sliding on their teeth.
Marius hands slid down Kyle's back, holding his hips. “Clavius will be back...”
“I know...”
They laughed softly and climbed out, drying each other off, their hands straying. Marius growled, his arms lacing around Kyle, pulling him close. “If you keep teasing me, I’ll have to fuck you...”
He smirked, pushing him away. “Your friend will be back soon...”
Marius caught him from behind, biting down gently on his neck. “Yes... maybe he could join us?” Kyle stiffened and Marius swore gently to himself, hugging him tighter. “I’m sorry, pet, I didn’t mean it...”
Kyle turned to face him, looking into his eyes. “You want to share me?”
Marius smiled, vaguely embarrassed. “No, it just slipped out... a joke? Forget it.”
Kyle watched him carefully and kissed him lightly. “Your call.”
Marius’ face fell. “What...?”
“I wouldn’t mind... if that’s what you want.”
He shook his head, grinning. “I don’t think Clavius is into boys.”
Kyle cocked his eyebrow. “Maybe he’s never been with one.”
“Oh, he has... early days...”
“So?”
“So nothing. You’re mine.”
He kissed him harder when Clavius came back.
“Gods… dress the fuck up!”
They slipped their tunics on and Kyle took the basket of food from him, setting the table. There was an awkward silence as Marius processed Kyle’s words, looking at his friend. Clavius handed him the bandage and salve and Marius took care of Kyle’s wound, gently wrapping it. Kyle poured watered wine for them, as there was nothing else, and Marius still pulled a slight face at the taste, drinking only out of thirst.
They ate heartily, though the food was cold, meat and some vegetables with a cold sauce, bread, olives, and fruit.
Clavius rose then, dead tired. “’m retiring to my room, it’s close down the corridor. See you tomorrow. And don’t spend the entire night fooling around. It’s late already.”
But he knew his words fell on deaf ears, seeing Marius’ eyes fill with lust when he looked at Kyle, a small smile on his lips. The slave kneeled next to Marius' leg, his hand around his calf, his face pressed against his thigh and Marius watched Clavius, amused, his eyes gleaming. “Goodnight, my friend.”
He scoffed. “It’s gonna be a good night for you, that’s for sure. Have fun!”
He left, and Marius looked down at Kyle. “What are you doing?” But Kyle just kissed his way up his body, pushing his tunic off, pushing him towards the bed. “Are you sure? You’re hurt...” His words died when Kyle landed on top of him on the bed, pushing his tongue into his mouth.
They made love for hours, until, exhausted; they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Next morning, Marius watched silently the troops gathering, his helmet strapped tight on his head, a small smile on his lips.
Clavius looked up at him. “You have the smug look of somebody who’s fucked all night.”
Marius’ eyes didn’t leave the troops as he answered with a small smile. “I didn’t fuck.”
