“Come on then!” Killian called, beckoning to the younger elf.
Kade’s mouth was parted, his eyes wide as he looked at Killian. His face was flushed. He sputtered, “What if someone comes?”
“They won’t. They’re all at the festival. Now, shut up and take your clothes off.”
Biting his lip, Kade hesitated, but slowly, he came.
All of Kade’s movements seemed exaggerated. Slow and sultry, like he was putting on a show. Bit by bit, more and more pale skin was exposed. Kade wasn’t small, he was built with long and lean muscle that rolled under his skin as he undressed. Freckles dotted his down his body. He was flushed pink all the way down to his nipples.
Killian’s breath caught. He was witnessing perfection.
Kade’s deft fingers pulled on the ties of his trousers expertly, he twitched nervously when he finally peeled them off of his body. His undergarments caught and shifted until Killian could see a smattering of light hair and the base of his cock.
Killian had trouble swallowing. He couldn’t look away.
Nothing was hidden. The outline of Kade’s cock strained against the dark material.
Mouth watering, Killian shivered. He wanted a taste.
Killian could see it in his mind, taking Kade by the waist and walking him backwards, pressing him against a tree and dropping to his knees. Worshipping. He could almost feel the weight of it on his tongue.
Gods, Killian couldn’t be doing this. They were meant to be here to help Kade relax, not for him to let his fantasies run wild.
Kade sucked in a sharp breath when he stepped in, as if he were expecting the water to be cold. He laughed when it wasn’t and glided past Killian until he was hovering in deeper water.
Giving himself a head start like acheater, Kade said, “Race you to the other side,” and took off without a second glance.
“Hey—wait!” Killian set off a moment later.
Killian lost… On purpose, of course, but a loss is a loss.
Kade crowed his victory, raising both hands in the air andwhooping when Killian made a rude gesture and stuck his tongue.
“Such a child,” Kade chided.
“Fuck you.”
Killian shook off like a dog when they made it back to their picnic and climbed out of the water. Kade made a sound of outrage when he was hit with an onslaught of flying droplets. Tired but happy, Killian collapsed onto his back, the treetops swaying in the breeze above him.
Kade joined him a moment later, wringing the water out of his hair.
Shoulder to shoulder, they watched the sky darken to a dusty purple.
“You cheated.”
“Don’t be a sore loser,” sniffed Kade. “It’s unbecoming of someone of your station.”
“Well, I wouldn’t have lost if you hadn’t cheated.”
“Sure,” Kade said placatingly as he rolled onto his side and propped his head on his hand. He reached out and pinched the soft muscle of Killian’s pec. “Whatever makes you feel better about yourself.”
Killian squawked, putting a hand protectively over his chest. Scandalized. “How dare you, sir? I am but a modest maiden.”
Kade cracked. He rolled around on the ground, giggling. His body curled around Killian’s as he shook with laughter.
What a beautiful sound.
Easing onto his side, Killian was helpless to do anything but ask the question that was on the tip of his tongue. The one he’d been avoiding for fear of the answer. “Are you happy here?”
