You Misunderstand

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This is part of a bigger story. That will never be finished. I thought someone might get a kick or a raise out of it.

You misunderstand

Chapter One

It had been two and a half months since the trio of sky pirates had saved the King-slayer from his cage prison in Nalbina. Ten weeks since Balthier’s friend Victoria had saved the ex-captain from succumbing to his injuries and supplied them with special curatives to restore strength to Basch’s weakened body. Ten weeks of difficult travel and many hardships. They had saved friends and lost friends and made friends.

In that time, the unlikely group of six had become close. Each member developing unique friendships where there was none before. None in that time had become closer than the Sky Pirate and the ex-captain. Both men had been surprised at the quick acceptance and trust they had for each other. The two men walked with each other more often then not, talking and laughing when able. They shared hotel rooms and tents on the rare nights when such luxuries were available. Downtime was spent teaching each other new skills, Basch was training Balthier to fight with axe and shield, Balthier was having better luck teaching Basch to aim and shoot his guns. They sparred almost every night, with words if weapons were inappropriate. The fact that their personalities where completely different hadn’t hindered their friendship from quickly growing close.

Lately the men had become closer then friends. Their friendly banter had turned to clever flirtations. They would find ways and reasons to touch each other, a brush of a shoulder or hand in passing, lingering fingers when handing something off to the other, holding a close parry or grapple for too long, only breaking when the fare skinned soldier blushed. This had become a game to Balthier, ‘How quick and often could he make the blonde blush.’ It started in Mt Bur-Omisace, when after Balthier had made a lewd comment about the fine structure of the highly sexual Rozarrian prince Al-Cid Margrace. Basch had not laughed, but walked away angry. Upon being questioned if he was jealous the knight had turned a dark shade of red, from cheeks to chest. This of course made Balthier very happy.

Their journey had become very daunting from there. To avoid detection they had decided the best course was to walk from Mt Bur-Omisace to Arcadia. No small trek. On this day they had finally arrived at the Phon Coast, were they had planned a few days rest. They rented three tents from the hunter’s camp and made their way to the Vaddu Strand, were they would be left in peace from the prying eyes and noise of the hunters.

After spending a few hours clearing the area of creatures, they made camp. They chose the entrance to a hidden trail where they would be sheltered from the wind and elements. They dragged some large driftwood into the tunnel like trail. Basch had explained that if anything were coming through the trail that we would want to know, so by blocking the way, they would have to make noise to get through.

Fran had offered to take first watch and Vaan the second. They had a dinner of rations, mostly dried fruit and meat. Afterward Fran disappeared into the night as she always did when on watch. The five remaining companions went to their tents, happy to get to their well-deserved rest. In the tent shared by Basch and Balthier the flirting had taken a serous tone.

“I want you, Basch!” the brunet’s words were a husky drawl in Basch’s ear, as a golden thumb rubbed over a hard nipple. Basch turned his face to look at Balthier with a chuckle. Balthier was not laughing. He seemed insulted that the knight had thought that funny.

“I’m serious. I want to make love with you.” Balthier’s tone had lost the playful drawl and was nothing but sincere. Basch pulled away and propped himself on his elbows to get a better look at his friend. His face tight with concern, that Balthier was indeed serious. ‘How could an old man like me please this young pirate?’

“What?” was all Basch could spit out; he had to be sure the man meant his words. Balthier slid in close, laid a leg over the older mans tight muscled stomach and a hand behind his strong neck. Basch breathed deep, the pirate smelled of gunpowder and herbed soap. To the old knight the smell was intoxicating.

“To make this perfectly clear for your thick skull,” Balthier came in quick drawing Basch into a lip crushing kiss full of passion and lust. “I want you to fuck me. Right here. Right now.” The words were a pant against his moist lips.

Staring into those caramel coloured eyes he decided the pirate could make the dirtiest, rudest things sound perfectly lovely. Basch opened his mouth to protest. The sky pirate took the opportunity to plunge his tongue into the unexpecting mouth. The blonde embraced the lustful muscle with his own. As their tongues explored each other’s mouths, their hands explored their bodies. The larger man’s powerful arm wrapped around Balthier, running callused fingers over the mosaic of scars that covered the young man’s back. ‘So many scars for one so young.’ He traced the line of the brunet’s spine to the top of the cleft of his taut ass and gently crested the V of his tailbone. Balthier had been exploring the scars of the strong broad chest, and then brushed a finger over a dusky nipple. Basch grabbed the pirate’s firm smooth ass kneading it to produce moans. The younger man pinched the blonde's hard nipple between finger and thumb. Basch let out a primal growl, clawing his fingers down Balthier’s thigh, bringing his other arm in behind the thinner man to draw his firm muscled body closer and deepen their kiss. Basch felt Balthier’s cock pulse against stomach. The old knight’s heart froze in terror. ‘Gods I do not have what it take to please his man. My weakness will only hurt us both.’ He pushed the pirate away suddenly.

“I can’t.” he panted.

“You’re fucking kidding me?” The young man was breathless. He leaned in to reconnect the kiss. Basch did not responded. Balthier pulled back and looked him in the eye. He saw that Basch was not joking in anyway. “You fucking cocktease.” He said in frustration. Basch looked away unable to hold Balthier’s penetrating gaze. “Gods Basch, I’ve had blue balls for weeks and beating myself off just isn’t cutting it.”

Basch rushed forward pinning the golden skinned man under his heavier body. He crushed the pirate’s lips with his own. He nipped and licked a trail down the clean-shaven jaw line, down his thin elegant neck, his perfectly visible collarbone, across his beautifully tanned hairless chest, to his pert nipples where he bit and sucked till the body under him was mewing and panting. Without removing his mouth from the nipple he was pleasuring, he removed the brunet’s undershorts.

His left hand held hard on Balthier’s right hip to hold him in place. He pushed his left leg between Balthier’s thighs. The brunet’s moans were getting louder and more urgent. The blond pressed his thigh to Balthier’s balls as he covered his mouth with his own.

“Quiet Pirate.” He said into the younger man’s mouth. He bit his bottom lip and again he kissed the trail to the hot waiting nipple, gave a quick bite and a lick before continuing down the muscular torso. He traced the exotic design tattooed on the sculpted stomach with his tongue. The rich brown ink complemented the golden toned skin perfectly. Basch had not noticed that the design was of female Viera kissing, he thinks. They form a circle around the pirate’s bellybutton where he stopped to slowly dip his tongue thrice before lapping down the thin trail of course dark hair. Balthier’s cock pulsed and jumped against Basch’s chin as he teasingly kissed and licked around the throbbing arousal. Basch sat up and looked at his friend’s lust twisted face, eyes closed tight, sweat beading on his forehead, cheeks blushed, and bottom lip between teeth to keep his lustful cries to a minimum. Basch could not think of anything so beautiful. He absorbed the image, burning it into his mind so not to ever forget the beauty he had tasted.

Balthier whimpered at the continuing lack of touch and opened his eyes. “Basch?” His voice was dry and horse. Basch crushed his lips into a hot kiss to stop any further talk.

He brought his right leg to join his left between Balthier’s thighs and released their kiss. He sat back on his haunches, looped his arms under the mans strong legs lifting them to his shoulders, he rolled forward onto his knees shifting them both so his mouth could have full coverage of the pulsing member. Balthier gasped and shivered in anticipation bucking toward the blonde’s smug smile. Basch grabbed the thin hips and pressed them to the ground, for what he was going to do he didn’t want any surprise movements. Basch rubbed his cheek to the inside of the young golden toned thigh. The man in his grasp sucked in a sharp breath.

“Gods Basch, please.” He begged.

With that, Basch closed his wet lips over the head of Balthier’s wanting cock. The precome that had been glistening at the slit tasted bitter yet was sweet to Basch’s senses. He circled the head with his tongue, then moving in a pumping motion taking inch by inch further into his mouth with each pump, till the head pushed against the back of his throat. He hummed with pleasure it had been a long many years since he had tasted the flesh of another. Balthier released a cry of lust, unable to hold back any longer. Basch began to bob his head in a steady motion sucking hard then releasing the pressure and swirling his tongue around the tip before taking the length again. Balthier’s cries got louder. Basch bends the man’s body a bit to reach his fingers to the noisy mouth, placing them over the hot lips to stifle his cries, then he plunged two digits in. Balthier sucked on the callused fingers circling them with his tongue covering them with saliva. When they were good and wet Basch removed them. Not breaking his steady sucking motions he brought the wet fingers to Balthier’s puckered entrance. He pressed against the tight muscle with one finger, Balthier clenched at the touch. Basch released the cock from his mouth.

“Relax Balthier. I will not hurt you,” he reassured the younger man. He put his hands under the brunet’s knees pushing them to the man’s chest, the sweet firm ass being lifted to Basch’s talented mouth in the process. He massaged the ringed muscle with his tongue, putting more pressure with each pass. He felt Balthier relax, he pressed his tongue harder against the now willing entrance, the tip slipping past the tightness, he repeated this action till Balthier cooed and his body went limp. Basch gently lowered him licking the scrotum as it passed.

The blonde put his two fingers into his own mouth this time, making sure they were well coated with saliva before pressing one to the wanting entrance. The thick-callused finger slipped in easily now. Slowly he pushed its full length into the pirate, the soft hot walls of the channel squeezed around it. He wanted to feel those hot walls around his cock, but knew that could not happen. Balthier’s fingers dug into the blanket as he released a shaky breath. Basch gently licked at the golden ball sack as he pumped his finger in the tight ass. He sucked a warm globe into his mouth as he added the second finger. Balthier tightened slightly at the new pressure. Basch stayed his hand till the muscles relaxed, then started his smooth rhythm again. Balthier cooed and clawed at the blankets. The pirate started to buck against Basch’s hand. The older man increased the pace and curled his fingers when they were at their deepest, trying to find the sweet spot that would make Balthier tremble. A few strokes and there it was. Balthier’s body shook and he cried out in ecstasy. He returned his mouth to the needy prick resuming his past ministrations, whilst striking the prostate with his precise fingers. It was not long till Balthier’s entire body trembled and he screamed out Basch’s name as his seed spilled into the back of the talented man’s throat. Basch made one more pass with each, his mouth and fingers over the prostate to ensure there was nothing left in Balthier.

He slowly removed his fingers and released the softening cock from his mouth, gently setting Balthier’s legs down on the blanket. He moved to his friend’s side, lying back pleased with himself. He silently thanked Vossler for being such a demanding lover. He listened to Balthier’s panting breath, his own coming at a similar pace. He closed his eyes to absorb the moment. Balthier rolled over and kissed Basch passionately his hand caressing his chest. He moved his hand down Basch’s stomach then under the top of his pants. Basch filled with panic and grabbed Balthier’s wrist roughly and pushed him away. Balthier yelped at the harsh treatment and clutched his wrist. Basch quickly left the tent mortified that he had hurt Balthier.


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