#pargeor

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I actually wasn’t the most familiar with sword fighting at all. I hadn’t been trained much at home because everyone considered me to be the kid who wasn’t going places. While everyone said it would be so cool not to have to practice it, I longed for it. I could only train by myself because my brother was always busy, and my parents weren’t willing to pay the extra money for lessons for me despite their riches.

So why I chose to be on the other end of Geordo- a guy who’s known for being incredibly good at sword fighting-’s sword was not a question that could be given any answer other than my intense attraction to him blinding all of my common sense.

My other senses, though, were sharp as I watched him pull out his sword and point it towards me. I copied his action with my own, hoping that I could learn as I went.

The armor covering my body suddenly didn’t feel like enough when he swung the sword at me.

“Make sure you’re always paying attention,” he said.

I managed to fling my sword up in front of me in time, and my eyes widened at the sound of the swords clanging against each other.

This was even cooler than I thought it’d be.

“Of course,” I responded, trying to sound chill and nonchalant while I fanboyed like crazy on the inside.

He twirled, before going in for a low strike.

His little twirl disarmed me far more than the sword clanging against my armor.

Now I knew that it was for the sake of the fight. But it was also really cute, and I was already a sucker for him.

“You have to try to anticipate your opponent’s next moves.” He nodded at me. “Uh huh,” I said, feeling in a daze as I watched him strut back to the other side of our little arena.

“You’re lucky that the types of these blades are dull for training. I could’ve done some serious damage had I been using a sharp blade, or had I gone for a part of you that your armor doesn’t cover.” He made eye contact with me as he spoke, talking in a calming yet stern way that made me listen even through my hazy, overwhelmingly gay thoughts.

“Got it! I’ll make sure to do better this time.” I smiled at him.

Then his blade was in my face again.

I managed to parry it, then quickly hopped backwards a step.

He gave me a smile, looking impressed.

“Good job,” he said, side-stepping to avoid my swing at him.

“Thanks,” I said, doing a little twirl- let’s be honest; my twirl was almost solely for the aesthetic- and taking a quick step towards him.

Then his sword was up against my neck.

“Uh,” I managed to squeak out.

He tilted my chin up with his blade, making me look up at him and into his eyes.

“You did good,” he said. “However, you are going up against one of the best.”

“Thanks. I guess you won,” I muttered, my voice barely more than a croak as he gave me a look that made it seem like he was looking right into my thoughts.

“Mhm,” he said. “Wait, oh dear. I hope I didn’t hurt you. Your voice seems to be a little bit off.”

He pulled his sword away from my neck, pulled a cloth out of his pocket, and started cleaning it with the cloth.

“No! Don’t worry. You didn’t hurt me. You definitely didn’t hurt me. Just shaken up a little haha.” I continued the eye contact.

He didn’t break it. We were just there looking into each other’s eyes for a while.

Then I kissed him. I threw my arms around him and kissed him hard.

It took a moment for him to process it, but he kissed back just as fervently.

When I pulled away, I could hear our heavy breathing as I looked into his eyes. His eyes were just as vibrant and stunning as ever as he looked at me. It made me feel seen. He made me feel loved.

“What’s that thing you always say?” He asked, tapping his finger on his chin. “About the ‘inherent homoeroticism in sword fighting’. Because now I definitely understand what you mean.”

He laughed, and my heart skipped a beat.

“Hey!” I said with a laugh.

Then he kissed me again.

And again.