his hand, though. Instead, he let it lie heavily over Alun’s erection. “This is for me?”
Alun blew out a quiet laugh. “Who else, then?”
“I-I don’t know. I guess I assumed it would be really hard for you to get aroused. You must have suppressed that part of you while you tried to survive.”
“Very true. It seems to have returned.”
Craig nestled closer. “And you do like men? I mean, you’re really attracted to me?”
“That was always true. Back, before, I had to try to ignore it. You could get hanged for buggery.” He pulled up a long-ago image of a boy from the village who he’d lusted for. “After I was captured, it seemed as if God was punishing me for my sinful thoughts.”
“It doesn’t work that way,” Craig was quick to say.
“Maybe not.” This was an idea that put him at odds with his religion. He knew that, but he also knew that men didn’t always know God’s mind. “If wanting you is wrong, well…I’ll have to live with that, because I don’t want to change how I feel. I’ve had enough of burying my feelings to meet others’ demands.”
Craig kissed him, softly and almost quickly. Alun decided he wasn’t having that. When Craig tried to pull back, Alun followed him to keep their lips fused. Getting the drift, Craig rewarded him with a slow, deep kiss that caused their tongues to dance and weave in Alun’s mouth. This was something that he could become addicted to. It sent sparks through the rest of his body, urging his cock to greater hardness. It pulsed within its confines, a needy thing that made itself known.
He found he couldn’t ignore it, rolling his hips to create friction. The intensity of the pleasure made him moan. He did it again, trying to find the right angle and rhythm to inspire his dick to reach greater heights of arousal. His balls tingled in a way that he’d forgotten, but he knew what awaited him if he kept up his efforts. He poured more passion into his kiss, clinging now to Craig’s shirt to press closer.
Craig broke the kiss. “Whoa, now. Is this what you really want?”
“Yes.” Alun bucked hard and had to bite back a loud groan, not that anyone was likely paying them any attention. Although it was mostly quiet, he could still hear some sex noises coming from their compatriots. This time, the sound inspired him to seek his own pleasure.
“Okay, baby, if that’s what you want, I’m going to give it to you.”
Alun had no idea what he meant until Craig slithered his hand between them and unsnapped his pants. A second later, that hand was past the waistband of his small clothes and oh, yes, mother of God, Craig had wrapped his strong fingers around his shaft. He jerked it with long, slow strokes while capturing Alun’s mouth once more in a deep kiss.
Alun panted through the hand job, knowing from long-ago experience the right way to work with that hand. He snapped his hips to force Craig to pick up speed, while practically devouring the man with his mouth. He gripped his arms and pressed a leg between Craig’s, bumping his knee against that erection he’d detected not long ago. He wanted to give as much as he was getting, but the pleasure was too intense and his need too pent-up for him to last. With a muted cry, he came. Once again, his lungs froze, this time from the intensity of the climax rather than fear. His brain shut off and his anxieties fled, leaving him with a bright light behind his eyelids and an exquisite feeling that he was floating.
When his balls had emptied and there was no cum left to shoot, he went limp. Then his mind went dark and there were no more bad dreams.
* * * *
Alun fluttered his eyelashes to clear the sleep from them. The plane had landed and everyone was getting up and pulling their gear together. Sun streaked through the tiny windows. Beside him, Craig was also awake, still on his side, although now he was propped on his elbow, staring down at Alun with a look of uncertainty.
Alun smiled. “Good morning.”
With obvious relief, Craig returned the look. “Good morning. How are you feeling?”
“Fine. Refreshed, like.” Peering at himself, he saw that everything was in its proper place, no spent cock peeking out of his pants. It made him think fairies had visited him in the night. Of course, it