Little Prick

“Just because you said so, is not a valid reason.  I need to know why I should come back to bed.  I’m quite comfortable over here.  There’s a breathtaking view of the mountainside from here.” His voice lowers as he turns to look at the sun rising over the slope of the snow covered horizon.  “This is an amazing place.  It’s got an ethereal sense to it.  As if we’ve come someplace no one else really knows about.  I like it.”

A snort from the bed.  “Mmm, magical, I am sure.  And I think we both know a little bit about things magical and unusual, right?  Now.” There’s a shuffle of sheets and the soft sound of feet as they pad against the floor. “Won’t you tear yourself away from the window and come back to bed with me?”

He sighs, looking up from his seat at the man peering down at him.  “Oh, you’re taller than I am like this.  Another lovely view.” Fingertips snake up, teasing at bare skin.  “If I come back to bed, is this what I get?”

“Anthem.” The voice hardens, but it’s all a ruse.  “I was telling you to come back to bed so I could give you this and so much more.  You’re the one who is being all ‘oh look how beautiful this view is.’  You had quite a beautiful thing to view laying naked under the sheets.  Also known as me.  And me is quite offended that you’d rather look at the mountainside than me.  I’m going to bite you if you don’t get up and come back to bed with me.”

The prince smiles softly, his large hand flattening against the smooth expanse of his companion’s stomach.  “You’re right, you are quite beautiful.  I should definitely have paid more attention to this, instead of the beauty that nature has provided. Can you forgive me?  I think you can; in fact, I know you can.”

Anthem rises from his seat, taking the other by the waist.  “I’ll more than make up for it now, I promise.”

Anthem falls back into the rhythm easily, lips tracing lines along jawline, fingertips leaving soft red marks as they squeeze at tanned flesh.  Luckily, there’s no need for him to shed clothing, his own forgotten the night before as well.  The boy with him is beautiful, that’s no lie, and Anthem wants to all but consume him. 

“Thorn…” His voice is hoarse with lust, his insides twisting with the anticipation of what will be.  Both forms fall into the bed, sheets thrust aside because no one is there to witness what will happen aside from the early morning sunlight.  And last Anthem checked, the sunlight didn’t judge those who made love on top of the sheets.