Loft

Angeal scowled as Genesis kicked up dust on the wooden planks. The dirt settled back onto their clothing and the floor around them, leaving the sun-streaked area overflowing with floating particles. He coughed and carefully sat down on one of the dented bales of hay; a well-worn spot, used on more than one afternoon already that week.

“It's hot up here today,” he said softly, inquisitive blue eyes watching the other teenager's every move.

The Rhapsodos heir smirked and shrugged out of his shirt, tossing it onto the lone wooden trunk that Angeal's mother used to store the extra horse grooming supplies. His pants followed soon after and he stood naked before the elder teen, his skin pale but a slightly darker shade than Angeal's own. With his hands on his hips, Genesis looked like a poster for fitness, his abs toned from years of exercise by Angeal's side and the healthy glow of his skin shining even in the weak, dusty light of the barn's loft.

The larger male returned the vicious little smile and lifted his own shirt off, though he turned to drape it over the hay bale, to keep his back from becoming itchy. Angeal's hands gravitated to the waistband of his lounging pants and he flicked the button with his thumb and forefinger, the fly already sliding down about a half inch, the space behind it already filled to capacity and just looking for a place to expose its contents.

Genesis' eyes dropped to his long-time friend's crotch and he licked his lips as he slowly padded his way across the spilled hay. In his sock feet, as his boots had been discarded in order to remove his pants, he looked like any other horny teenager looking for someone to be with, though Angeal knew better. The young Hewley kept his eyes locked on the other's as he lashed a hand out to fist in Genesis' hair as the redhead fell to his knees, nestled snugly between Angeal's parted thighs.

Looking like a lap dog servicing his seated master at some grand throne built of hay, the pair made quite a sight. Genesis' mouth parted and the lightest of gasps working their way past his chapped lips, his brow furrowed from the tiny prickles of pain where his hair was being tugged at its roots. Angeal smiled ferally, his unoccupied hand working his cock from inside the loose slacks, letting it brush against his belly as he shifted down in the bale, his legs parted a little bit more.

“Do it like you promised, Gen,” he cooed, his hand no longer tugging the hair but gently brushing it out of the other's face instead. “The way you said you'd do it when we finally got back.”

There was a light snort from the slimmer teen and he scooted himself up so that his arms could rest on Angeal's muscled thighs, his right hand surrounding the other's cock, while the left gripped Angeal's balls within their warm hold, careful not to squeeze but teasingly firm at the same time.

“Did you think I'd renege on our agreement, Angeal? I'm hurt by that accusation.”

Angeal hissed as the other boy touched him and his hips bucked involuntarily, earning a grunt from the darker teen and a giggle from Genesis.

“Do it, Gen, come on.”

His hands normally clad in gloves when he worked the horses or helped the other villagers with their farms, Angeal moved both to the hay and dug them down into it, intending to squeeze it to death instead of Genesis' head, when the pleasure finally came. He held his breath and kept it there until he felt the redhead's teasing tongue lap at the very tip of his manhood, the breath released in a shudder that was forceful enough to ruffle the hairs that draped over Genesis' forehead.

“Ahh, mother of Gaia, Gen...” he moaned, his head falling back for a split second, before he lifted it again, desperate to watch what the seductive redhead was doing to him.

Genesis smiled, the warm flesh so close to his mouth that Angeal could feel his breath over the damp tip, causing goosebumps to rise on his arms and legs. The rich man's son dropped his hand from his prize and quickly tugged Angeal's pants off of him, revealing his now-nude body, complete with the light dusting of hair he was so proud of. It had not yet started on his chest but his legs were darker than the rest of his body, and the patches of it under his arms and the sprinkling of it around his belly button and groin was like a drug to Genesis.

His cock was once again engulfed by warmth, but Genesis' hands remained on Angeal's thighs, the thickness of his manhood taken in my lips, tongue and throat. No sound came from the slimmer male, even as Angeal thrust upwards into his mouth, whimpering like a pained animal until Genesis let the wet appendage fall from his welcoming warmth. He pressed light kisses to the base, softly suckling the larger man's balls into his mouth, his right hand dropping from Angeal's thigh to wrap around his own length, slowly pumping the flesh as he teased his lover.

Angeal's eyes had fallen closed and his mouth lay open, his pants loud in the silence of the barn. Only the quiet cooing of the loft birds in the rafters and the sound of the village outside of the wooden walls penetrating their sexual bubble. Genesis took Angeal's cock into his hand again and took the length back inside, curling his tongue around the shaft and suckling firmly at the head, teasing the underside of the slit and the tiny bit of skin that held Angeal's foreskin in place, which he knew was the most sensitive spot on the larger teen.

“Fuck, Gen! We're not here for a vacation! I've got chores to finish before sundown!”

His protests were half-hearted at best and Genesis smiled around his treat, beginning to bob his head as he stroked himself with slightly more abandon. It was easy for him to work around the insistent thrusts and the sound of Angeal's hands rending the bale on either side of himself sent a chill up the redhead's spine, knowing that if they had had enough time, he would have already been pushed onto his back or on his front with his face in the dusty hay, with a most welcome bit of Banora's most handsome man inside of him.

The Hewley heir's groans became louder and he lifted his hay-covered hands to his head, where he carded his fingers through the dark strands, trying to ignore the infectious arousal so that he could last just a bit longer but failing miserably, as he bit his lip and grunted out somewhat unintelligible words to indicate that he was indeed on the precipice and close to falling over.

“Dammit, Gen...I should've had some time alone before you...ahh, yeah, like that...um, before you came to call on me.”

Genesis was unable to apologize because of both his current mouthful and the fact that he himself was so incredibly close to releasing, just from the sounds his lover was making. He parted his legs a little more and began thrusting into his tightly closed fist, sucking hard on Angeal's cock, his moans barely heard around Angeal's own.

The redhead could feel the other's pulse speeding up and he mentally grinned as the tall-tale little spasms began, his mouth filling with thick, hot cream. He let Angeal thrust as much as he wanted, which was little, considering the intensity of his cries. Once the larger body calmed and stopped moving save for the heaving chest, Genesis swallowed what he could and licked up the rest, keeping his head down as he emptied himself into the discarded hay, soaking a small spot beneath him. He lifted his hand and licked the remains from his fingers and palm, slowly gaining his feet and dressing, all before Angeal even looked up.

The rich teen turned to see Angeal chuckling, the large, sweaty frame now sitting up, his hair disheveled and looking like a porcupine, with the random bits of hay sticking up at odd angles.

“What's so funny?” he asked, slightly upset by the fact that Angeal might have been laughing at his performance.

“I don't have any chores to do today. I just said that to get you to do it faster.”

The redhead scowled and lifted his foot, viciously kicking a load of dust, mud and hay into the other male's nude lap. Angeal frowned and immediately got to his feet, though he was too slow to catch the other teen, as Genesis scooted himself down the rickety ladder and back into the stable area. Usually calm blue eyes shifted to the left and Angeal let out a holler as he snatched up his clothes and jumped off of the loft's edge, letting the clothes fall away from him so they would not be soaked when his filthy body hit the water trough.

The loft was low enough that he had only fallen about ten feet but the water splashed out anyway, just enough cushioning that the large teen would not have hurt himself in the fall. Genesis stared wide-eyed at his lover, ready to throw himself out of the double-wide doors to avoid the other, though sluggish in his movements because of his recent release. Angeal scrabbled out of the trough and scooped Genesis up into a soaking wet bear hug, laughing heartily as the redhead struggled to get away.

“Ohhh, Angeal!” he whined, his arms flailing as he tried to pry the other's arms from around his waist. “It's chilly out and now I'll have to walk back in wet clothes!”

His feet were off of the ground and he kicked at the air, finally set down once the chafing of the damp cloth dug at both of their bodies.

“So stay the night,” Angeal said coolly, turning away to dry himself off with one of the blankets used on the horses. He tossed it aside and dressed in his shirt and slacks, his hair still a mess but it could be fixed easily once he went back to the house.

Genesis rolled his eyes and walked back to the larger teen's side, cuffing him in the arm and then stepping up onto his toes to press a firm kiss to Angeal's lips, turning his back again as he made for the barn doors, damp hand prints displayed on the back of his shirt..

“I'll stay...if you promise to do what I ask when we get to the house. You have to promise though!”

Angeal saw the way the redhead thought; the way one man could receive something nice in return for a delicious favour right from the beginning.

“Fair enough,” he acquiesced, shaking the water out of his hair and following the other out into the waning sunlight. “But you have to ask me really nicely.”

Genesis looked back on the well-trodden path, his hair highlighted by the sun and his eyes sparkling with unbridled delight.

“I think I already have.”