Post by Moony on Oct 15, 2010 13:00:53 GMT 10
Title: Middle Days
Rating: PG-13
Length:592 words
Category: Tortall
Summary: Though Neal loves being the Lioness's squire, her son loves it even more.
Peculiar Pairing: Alan/Neal
A/N: This is due to Chat. Almost entirely, especially since I had a list of pairs I meant to write, and did this instead. It still is not quite what I was going for, but I like it enough to know not to mess with it.
“This is wrong” The older boy said, voice husky as his mouth traveled along the other’s collar bone. “I know” The blond responded, arching his back to give his companion a better angle.
“If your mother finds out…” Neal’s voice faded into husky pants.
“She won’t.” Alan responded. And all he had to do was give that little smile to wipe those thoughts from the squire’s mind.
~~~
Alan was always so gloomy when his mother was away. George couldn’t quite understand why. It’s not like they ever really got along, Alanna always pushing the boy to make up his mind about something. But when she road off, that new squire of her's tagging behind, his face seemed to fall. And while Aly seemed to know why, their father couldn’t even begin to fathom the change.
~~~
Alan loved their return though. From the moment Neal entered the hall their eyes locked. Alan began to flush, much to his dismay. Neal had to try his devilish smile behind his hands while Alanna chided him about being too happy to be off the road. But it wasn’t this moment that the young boy loved the most. It was when Neal would search him out in some back hall, or maybe the old library, or his own rooms, and kiss him fiercely. It was never the same, sometimes slow and chaste, others would leave him with a bruise on his neck and no explanation. But either way he was left breathless and completely sure of where he would be spending his evenings.
~~~
Midwinter found the pair under a pile of quilts in the blustery snow of the Swoop. Alan snuggled to his lovers bear chest, while the other boy played with his hair. “I could get used to this, you know.” All snuggled and warm, he murmured, not bothering to open his eyes.
“I wouldn’t get to comfortable.” Neal said a wicked glint in his eyes as he flipped the smaller boy beneath him in one quick move. And though Alan gave a squeak of protest, he didn’t stop Neal’s roaming hands.
~~~
“Neal? Get up boy, we’ve got a troll problem in Coas Wood and you know the fun that will be in the weather.” The Lioness knocked on the boy’s door again. “We ride out when we’re needed, not when we want to, Queenscove.” Still no response. She was not a patient woman. Nor a morning person. Giving up, she pushed the door to his rooms open. “When I took you on I expected you to work, not to sleep.” She also hadn’t been expecting to see her youngest son poke his head out from her squire’s blankets.
~~~
Alan’s face burned. It was bad enough that his mother was furious (more at Neal for “taking advantage” than the discovery of her son’s interest in men), but the glint in his sisters eyes wasn’t all too grand either. “ You KNEW?!” he asked her latter, behind closed doors.
“Love, we’re twins, there are something’s you can’t hide. Plus, our rooms are right next to each other, and that boy of yours is hardly clandestine.” She had obviously learned far too much from Da.
~~~
That was the last time Neal road off with the taste Alan on his lips. Both knew it was over, though neither wanted it to be. But the next year, Alan road to the Palace to begin his training. Because he knew for a fact that some Knight Masters were more kind to their squires than others.
Rating: PG-13
Length:592 words
Category: Tortall
Summary: Though Neal loves being the Lioness's squire, her son loves it even more.
Peculiar Pairing: Alan/Neal
A/N: This is due to Chat. Almost entirely, especially since I had a list of pairs I meant to write, and did this instead. It still is not quite what I was going for, but I like it enough to know not to mess with it.
“This is wrong” The older boy said, voice husky as his mouth traveled along the other’s collar bone. “I know” The blond responded, arching his back to give his companion a better angle.
“If your mother finds out…” Neal’s voice faded into husky pants.
“She won’t.” Alan responded. And all he had to do was give that little smile to wipe those thoughts from the squire’s mind.
~~~
Alan was always so gloomy when his mother was away. George couldn’t quite understand why. It’s not like they ever really got along, Alanna always pushing the boy to make up his mind about something. But when she road off, that new squire of her's tagging behind, his face seemed to fall. And while Aly seemed to know why, their father couldn’t even begin to fathom the change.
~~~
Alan loved their return though. From the moment Neal entered the hall their eyes locked. Alan began to flush, much to his dismay. Neal had to try his devilish smile behind his hands while Alanna chided him about being too happy to be off the road. But it wasn’t this moment that the young boy loved the most. It was when Neal would search him out in some back hall, or maybe the old library, or his own rooms, and kiss him fiercely. It was never the same, sometimes slow and chaste, others would leave him with a bruise on his neck and no explanation. But either way he was left breathless and completely sure of where he would be spending his evenings.
~~~
Midwinter found the pair under a pile of quilts in the blustery snow of the Swoop. Alan snuggled to his lovers bear chest, while the other boy played with his hair. “I could get used to this, you know.” All snuggled and warm, he murmured, not bothering to open his eyes.
“I wouldn’t get to comfortable.” Neal said a wicked glint in his eyes as he flipped the smaller boy beneath him in one quick move. And though Alan gave a squeak of protest, he didn’t stop Neal’s roaming hands.
~~~
“Neal? Get up boy, we’ve got a troll problem in Coas Wood and you know the fun that will be in the weather.” The Lioness knocked on the boy’s door again. “We ride out when we’re needed, not when we want to, Queenscove.” Still no response. She was not a patient woman. Nor a morning person. Giving up, she pushed the door to his rooms open. “When I took you on I expected you to work, not to sleep.” She also hadn’t been expecting to see her youngest son poke his head out from her squire’s blankets.
~~~
Alan’s face burned. It was bad enough that his mother was furious (more at Neal for “taking advantage” than the discovery of her son’s interest in men), but the glint in his sisters eyes wasn’t all too grand either. “ You KNEW?!” he asked her latter, behind closed doors.
“Love, we’re twins, there are something’s you can’t hide. Plus, our rooms are right next to each other, and that boy of yours is hardly clandestine.” She had obviously learned far too much from Da.
~~~
That was the last time Neal road off with the taste Alan on his lips. Both knew it was over, though neither wanted it to be. But the next year, Alan road to the Palace to begin his training. Because he knew for a fact that some Knight Masters were more kind to their squires than others.