“You can take the bed, I will grant you your privacy. I can sleep on the floor”
“Oh, no, you don’t—”
“I insist,” he says, taking off his robe. I spot a flash of those muscles again before he strolls behind the partition wearing only a beige loincloth. In moments, the candle is off, and only the night sky illuminates the apartment.
I strip down to my boxers and lie back. It’s fortunate that my language tech allows me a proximity, because I don’t want to sleep with any gear on. I want to still be able to talk to this prince in case he wants…something from me tonight. The rustling sounds of Kurun making a floor-bed fill my ears. After a minute, he quiets down. Through the partition, I can hear him breathing. I close my eyes and try to memorize his heartbeat.
Everything about Kurun is astounding. So what if I have to go back to the future? My scanner isn’t working, so the Agency might pick me up at any time. I need to live in the present, this present, Kurun’s time. I need to cherish the moment and follow this connection.
History loses information all the time. Dictators have always scrubbed the truth about gay guys. What’s one more illicit affair?
My pulse rises with anticipation and desire. I dart out of bed and amble past the partition. In the dark, I can barely make out that lithe perfect body lying on several silk sheets.
But Kurun can see me. He sits up just as I kneel beside him. “Carmine. What is the matter?”
I don’t respond. Instead, I lean closer, feeling the warmth of his skin wash over me. Gradually, I move my face closer to his. Time seems to slow down as my mouth encroaches his. I can feel his breath, but I need him to cross this line. An eternity passes before he threads his fingers through my hair, pulling me in.
I’m kissing this ancient Chinese warrior prince. Breaking the rules never felt so good.
PART 5- KURUN
NOTHING HAS EVERfelt so right. Kissing this future warrior feels better than any of my previous secret affairs with men, and certainly the women I’ve been forced to fraternize with. I have wanted him so badly since the moment I laid eyes on him, and now he’s here. On the floor of my private stable quarters, I get to hold Carmine Listo.
We kiss and kiss as he moves to straddle me on the sheets. I run my fingers through his curly hair, and he moans, a sexy sound traveling from his mouth to mine. I taste his tongue and he holds my face in place. I want so much with him.
He pulls back and studies me in the darkness. “This is so wrong,” he murmurs.
His words give me pause. I catch my breath and wipe my mouth. “So…do you want to stop?”
“No,” he says breathlessly. His mouth is on mine again, and I tumble back. He has his arms around me and I bring my hands down, exploring the smooth, creamy skin of his back. He’s virile, muscular perfection, and he kisses me with a deep want I’ve never known. Previous trysts always involved the undercurrent that they wanted the prince for money or power.
But Carmine knows he has to go back to his time. He shouldn’t be giving in, and honestly, neither should I. Getting involved with a stranger could be emotionally devastating. Still, the way he moans and holds me down, I know the fiery passion in him isn’t leaving any time soon.
Judging by the way his hardness grazes mine, I know we both need this.
“Mm…bed,” I say.
“Right,” he replies, around my lips. We get up and scramble onto the mattress. I shuck off my loincloth and he does the same for his peculiar pants. He only pauses for a moment to watch me drop my undergarments. I flex my back and buttocks more than a little, giving him a show. Teasing him is a delight, and his eyebrows jumping tells me all that I need to know. He is very interested in me.
Once naked, we go back to kissing on the bed.
“What do you…mm…want to do?” Carmine asks.
“Mm…I want all the things with you, Carmine.” After pulling back, I gaze at his pristine, naked body, glowing in the starlight. On instinct, I bring my hands up to land on his chest. He’s solid, and when I tweak his nipples, his eyes roll back. I grin and bring my hands down his abdominals.
There is nothing more divine than a lean, naked man, in all his natural glory. And when my hands trail down further, I arrive at the treasure below.
My hands are on his cock. Carmine hisses and clamps his eyes shut as I begin to stroke.
“Do you like this?”
“Yes,” he replies breathlessly. He rolls his neck, then opens his eyes. A moment later, my vision whites out when I feel a new sensation on me.
Carmine is stroking my manhood. The heavens part in my mind as he proceeds to give me that amazing pleasure.
I feel him, and he feels me. We’re two naked bodies, two wandering souls perfectly in sync. My excitement ramps up further, and I’m afraid it will all be over soon.
“Can I do something else?” he asks in a whisper. When I open my eyes, I nod. We both let go of each other’s erections, and he crawls on the mattress.
