Elf Defence (Adventures in Aguillon #2) - Lisa Henry Page 0,20

they both stank of fountain water and residual mountain troll gunk.

They were met by several round, middle-aged women who clicked their tongues at the state of them and hurried them into hot baths. In separate rooms, unfortunately. Calarian undressed and relaxed into the tub of steaming water. He leaned his head back against the thick edge of the tub and closed his eyes.

His muscles ached, but he harboured a definite sense of a job well done. Calarian just hoped Lars was as impressed with his efforts as he was. He took a cloth and washed the troll-and-pond stench off him, and speculated idly as to what Lars looked like naked in the bath.

The door swung open wildly, slammed against the wall, and bounced back again.

“Ouch,” said Benji.

The door opened more slowly the second time, and Benji slunk inside the room rubbing his forehead. He squinted through the steam at Calarian and crunched on a piece of gingerbread. “What took you so long in town? I’m bored.”

“How do you have so much gingerbread?” Calarian asked. “Give me some.”

“It’s mine,” Benji said, hugging it to his chest. “But I’ll give you some if you’re nice to me.”

Calarian grinned up at him. “How nice?”

Benji snapped a leg off a gingerbread man and popped it into his mouth. “I don’t know, but you’d better figure it out before I finish this, or there’ll be none for you.”

Calarian didn’t bother with nice. He reached out and hugged Benji around the knees, pulling him into the tub with a loud splash.

“My gingerbread!” Benji exclaimed. He scrabbled around in the tub for it. “It’s all soggy!”

He held up his one-legged gingerbread man and the head fell off into the bathwater.

Calarian fished it out and dropped it over the edge of the tub. It hit the floor with a splat. “Are you seriously sitting in this bath with me, when I’m naked and slippery and frankly gorgeous, complaining about the state of your gingerbread?”

Benji plucked at his wet shirt and arched his brows. “Would you like me to complain about the state of my clothes instead?”

Calarian shrugged. “They could do with a wash anyway.”

Benji rolled his eyes. “Dick.”

Calarian grinned. “It’s right there, yeah.”

That earned him another eye roll, but Benji shifted, sliding more comfortably into Calarian’s lap, his legs bracketing his hips. He lifted one foot out of the water. “You can at least take my boots off, arsehole.”

Calarian struggled with the slippery leather. “For starters, yes.”

Once Calarian had wrestled his boots off, it was the work of moments to have Benji naked, his clothes a sodden pile on the floor. Then Benji flicked his dripping hair over his shoulder, shrugged, and said, “Since you’re already down there...”

He slid down onto Calarian’s dick which had plumped up nicely with anticipation, wriggling until he got it nicely nestled between the cheeks of his arse. He rocked forward slightly, and then back again, squeezing his cheeks tightly enough to make Calarian moan. Then, just when Calarian wasn’t expecting it, he leaned forward quickly and bit him on the nipple.

“Ouch!”

Benji leaned back, grinning. “That’s for my gingerbread.”

“Fair.” Calarian shrugged. “Want to bite the other one?”

Benji obliged, and Calarian shivered at the sharp sting and the bolts of pleasure that shot through him. He’d have to dunk Benji's gingerbread more often.

“Shove up a bit,” Benji said.

Water sloshed onto the floor as they repositioned. They both ended up sitting in the tub with their knees pulled up, hands wrapped around each other’s dicks. It was messy and noisy and enthusiastic, and Calarian wasn’t sure if they were bringing each other off or if they'd discovered a way to have a water fight with dicks. It felt amazing, which he supposed was the main thing. Calarian fixed his gaze on Benji’s wicked grin as they worked each other over. That mouth always promised a thousand dirty things, and Calarian loved every one of them. The water in the tub churned furiously.

Then Benji did that pull-and-twist manoeuvre that Calarian was completely defenceless against, and Calarian cried out, his toes curling as he came.

“I win!” Benji crowed, delighted.

Calarian felt like he’d gotten the prize personally, but he rolled his eyes, too sated to argue. “Sit up on the edge and I’ll blow you.”

Water sloshed everywhere as Benji hurried to obey. Calarian took in the sight of Benji’s dick and his mouth practically watered. It was as thick and perfect as always, and it made him want to do all sorts of wicked things. Benji squirmed restlessly