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Squires of Telisan Keep - 23
RYNIL
Tresen put his arm around Rynil's shoulders and leaned in to whisper so that the other boys would not over hear, "I checked with Dren and he is spending the night with Kenton, so you can use Sir Kalrik's room tonight."
Rynil smiled at the good news and put his own arm around Tresen's shoulders. "Thank you, I am in your debt," he whispered to Tresen. Last week Rynil had quietly started asking around to try to find an empty room that he and Mikel could use tonight. He found out that Sir Kalrik, Tresen's Knight, was going to be away visiting his family. So it was just a matter of making sure Tresen did not mind them using the room and that Sir Kalrik's Page, Dren, was not going to be around to ask questions. The boys were not supposed to use the Knight's beds while they were gone, but if no one complained or mentioned it, no one was going to go checking to see where everyone was sleeping, especially the night of a holiday festival.
"Well, about that. I am going to redeem that debt tonight. I will need you to not notice who shares my room with me tonight," whispered Tresen.
"By the Night Hunter, you finally caught your prey? She going to let you fuck her finally?" asked Rynil. He knew that Tresen had his eye on Jenna, one of the young maids.
Tresen blushed and grinned, "Yes."
"Well, do not worry. I will not say anything, and I will let Mikel know the deal. Just make sure you pull out and do not plant your seed in her. If she gets pregnant, someone is going to start asking questions," said Rynil.
Tresen hugged Rynil and whispered, "You be careful too, if Mikel gets pregnant people are really going to want to know what happened tonight!" Both boys started laughing which drew the attention of the boys around them so they broke apart. Rynil could not wait to surprise Mikel with the good news about the room. He knew Mikel did not want to spend the night back in the tower after being confined there for over a month. Spending the night in his room was not an option; what with having to share the room with a moody Page, and knowing that Sir Luken would not approve of him sleeping with Mikel if he saw or heard them.
Rynil's left palm itched; he rubbed it with his right hand. Rynil looked down to the end of the table to try to get Mikel's attention, but Mikel was gone. Mekrin and Grener were laughing. When Mekrin saw Rynil looking in his direction, he smiled at Rynil and made an obscene gesture at him. Rynil jumped up and went to stand over Mekrin. "What did you do to Mikel? Where did he go?" Rynil demanded as he fought against the urge to punch Mekrin.
"Easy there barbarian boy. I did not do anything to Mikel. I just explained how the world works. You are the one that made him go running off while I was still having fun with him. He got upset when he saw you and Tresen snuggling," said Mekrin with a smirk. Grener laughed and repeated the obscene gesture Mekrin had just given Rynil, flicking two fingers at him.
Rynil glared at Mekrin and Grener for a few seconds. He needed to go find Mikel and figure out what poison these two had fed him. He pulled out a few coins from his prize and threw them on the table to cover the cost of the drinks, then headed back to the tournament field. He found Sir Valen still seated in the pavilion, but Mikel was not with him nor anywhere among the crowd that was watching the final fight of the second-year Squires tournament. Next, Rynil stopped and checked in the stables on his way back towards the Keep; none of the grooms had seen Mikel.
Rynil tried to figure out where in the Keep Mikel would go if he was upset and wanted to be alone. His room back in the Tower was an obvious choice, but Rynil guessed that after being confined there for the past month that Mikel would not immediately head back to his room. The only other parts of the Keep thay Mikel was familiar with were the latrines, the supply rooms, and the old watch post at the top of one of the turrets of the old keep. When he remembered how they used to go there to talk, Rynil knew that is where Mikel had gone. He ran through the newer sections to get to the old keep then slowed down when he got to the stairs leading up to the top of the turret. When he got about half way up the stairs, he could hear Mikel sobbing.
Mikel was seated in the same spot where they sat to look out over the valley. Rynil walked over and sat down next to him, close but not touching. Mikel did not react to his presence. "What is wrong Mikel? What lies did Mekrin tell you?" asked Rynil.
"He told me the truth; our relationship can't last. Your father will arrange a marriage for you and I will be assigned to the War Mages Colloquium in the capital. You will be either with your family or out serving the King. You will have your wife and a never-ending series of Squires to take care of your needs. Don't try to deny it, I've read enough about Knights and about the War Mages to know Mekrin is right. I was a fool to think we had something special. I am just another boy for you to practice with like you did with Sir Alek after you got done beating me up and you were planning to do with Tresen," explained Mikel. The sadness and hurt in Mikel's voice was a dagger through Rynil's heart.
"Mikel, I love you, not any of the other boys. Yes, I spent the night with Sir Alek after the King's Day feast, but that actually was just training. I will not lie to you Mikel, ever. It was fun but the only reason I approached him was at Sir Alred's behest. He said I should go to him to learn how best to serve Sir Luken. Sir Alek showed me how to take care of Sir Luken when he gets drunk. Sir Alek did it so that I could avoid a beating at that bastard's hands and so that he would not turn to Karl for service if I did not please him. Sir Alek and Karl loved each other and were going to spend their lives together. We can make it work," pleaded Rynil.
"Don't lie to me; you don't love me, you're just horny. Fortunately you won your bet with Tresen and can fuck him tonight," spat Mikel.
"What? I did not make a bet with Tresen. We were whispering because he agreed to let you and me sleep in his Knight's bedroom tonight. Did Mekrin tell you I made a bet with Tresen?" asked Rynil.
"No, he just explained how the bet was what you Squires do, he knew that you had made a bet with me. I'm just another conquest for you to fuck and forget when you leave here and get married," said Mikel, his anger causing him to start raising his voice.
Rynil stared at him for a minute before finally speaking, "Mikel, stop being so stupid. Mekrin must have messed with your head somehow. I did not make a bet with Tresen or anyone but you!"
"Then why were you and Tresen hugging each and whispering?" snarled Mikel.
"I just told you. We were talking about tonight. He has a whole suite to himself. His Knight is away and the Page he shares his bed with, Dren, is going to be spending the night with Page Kenton," explained Rynil.
Mikel interrupted him before he could finish, "so you going to be spending the night in his rooms with him?"
"Well I was planning to spend the night there, but he is going to be busy fucking one of the servant girls. I had hoped that this really cute, smart, nice, funny, and did I mention cute, Squire I know was going to spend the night with me. But, for some reason only the Gods know, this boy does not seem to trust me, instead preferring to trust Mekrin. But I guess I cannot blame him for not trusting me, because there is something I have not told him," said Rynil.
Mikel finally turned to look at Rynil, his anger starting to be replaced by confusion, "Huh?".
"There is part of my dream I have not told you about," said Rynil. He kept staring at his hands as he finally described his complete dream; including about how there was a body of a young man at his feet. That when he had first seen Mikel, he had felt he knew him, and that the morning after he saw him, the dream changed and it was Mikel laying at his feet. His eyes were wet with tears by the time he finished.
"Why didn't you ever tell me this before?" asked Mikel.
Tears slowly started to roll down Rynil's cheeks, "Because I did not want you to worry. You have had too much already to worry about, and I was afraid that you would react like I did. I love you and I could not bear to have you try to push me away, the way I kept trying to push you away. Yet somehow I botched it all up, and here you are upset at me and pushing me away."
Mikel reached over with both hands and cupped Rynil's face, wiping the tears from his cheeks with his thumbs, "I'm sorry Ry. I don't know what I was thinking. I wasn't thinking. At the time everything Mekrin said seemed to make sense. Then when I looked over and saw you and Tresen so close, and it seemed like he was making you so happy, I just lost it. I don't know what came over me."
Rynil reached over and held Mikel's head between his hands, "It is you that makes me that happy Squire Mikel, Son of Marel. I was happy because I was thinking that we would be spending tonight together, in a soft bed, without Sir Luken in the next room, or in your Tower where the walls have eyes. I am sorry I did not tell you sooner about what I was planning, but I did not to disappoint you if I did not find a room for us." He then pulled Mikel to him and kissed the black haired boy. The two boys started with a soft kiss but quickly escalated and their tongues were soon battling for control.
The boys lost track of time as they rolled around on the floor of the watchtower kissing and grinding their bodies against each other. The thick leather of the armor prevented them from getting off, but they were enjoying themselves too much to bother undressing. Mikel broke their kiss and pulled back when he heard the sound of a horn being blown out down at the tournament field.
"The last Squire's tournament is over and the jousting is going to be starting soon," said Rynil. For the last couple of weeks Mikel had frequently mentioned how much he was looking forward to seeing the Knights joust. The last time he had seen jousting was during the spring Renewal Festival when he was six years old. There had been a few Knights passing through their little village and they had but on a jousting exhibition for the locals. Mikel had missed the jousting tournament on King's Day since he had been unconscious after the fight with Rynil.
"Can we go?", asked Mikel. Part of him wanted to go while, part of him wanted to stay here kissing Rynil.
"Yeah, we can do more of this later, in a big soft bed with less clothing on. That is, if you still want to spend tonight with me?" asked Rynil.
"Yes! If you don't mind that I'm an idiot who let Mekrin get to me," replied Mikel. Rynil gave his answer by kissing Mikel. After a couple more minutes of passionate kissing and groping, they finally got up and ran down to watch the jousting tournament.
Mikel enjoyed the tournament and Rynil enjoyed seeing Mikel so excited. Having grown up the son of a Knight these tournaments were something Rynil took for granted. Sir Galrath proved why he was the Lord's Champion as he won the tournament, just as he had on the last King's Day and the King's Day before that. Normally the Lord's Champion would have traveled to participate in a Tournament at the capital or maybe one of the tournaments put on by a Duke, but Rynil told Mikel that Lord Velarik had asked Sir Galreth to remain in Telisan this holiday. The Lord did not want one of the Keep's best fighters to be away while there was still the danger of another demon attack.
The Squires and Pages walked back to the castle after the tournament, loudly describing the highlights of the tournament including when Sir Galreth unhorsed Sir Ulmar in the final joust. Sir Ulmar had somersaulted through the air and crashed to the ground. The impact had knocked the wind out of him. Brother Yoris had attended to him and declared him bruised but otherwise unharmed.
Mikel and Rynil split up when they got back to the Keep so they could clean up and change out of their leather armor and into Squire uniforms. Rynil went to the baths with the rest of the boys while Mikel went to Sir Valen's Tower. There was a lot of horseplay and jostling between the boys as they competed for the limited of hot water. The youngest Pages went straight to the cold pools and jumped in, knowing there was ni hope of them getting any warm water. Rynil was in a hurry so he joined them. Rynil almost felt sorry for the servants that would have to clean up the baths after the almost sixty boys were done with the place.
Rynil noticed that Karl was not with the rest of the boys in the baths. Karl was also not in their room when Rynil returned there after bathing. He made a mental not to try to find Karl at dinner. He wanted to talk to him and see if there was anything he could do to help the boy with his melancholy. Rynil changed into his best pair of dark blue hose and put on a new black tunic with Lord Velarik's coat of arms embroidered in the front with silvery thread. Soft leather shoes and a wide leather belt finished off the outfit. He brushed out his damp blonde hair and spent a few minutes getting it to fall just right. Once he was satisfied with his appearance, he rushed down to the Great Hall to find Mikel.
There was a large feast laid out in the Great Hall for the Knights, Squires, and Pages. The tables were laden with platters of roast meats (pork, beef, mutton, and fowl); fall vegetables, primarily squashes and potatoes; fresh bread; and pitchers of wine, mead, and beer. The men and boys were slowly trickling into the hall but few had seated themselves as they were waiting for the Lord and his advisers to arrive and take their seats at the head table before the feast would officially begin. There was a quartet of minstrels playing music to help entertain the nobles while they waited for the feast to begin.
Rynil went and found seats for Mikel and himself at one of the tables set for the Squires. He stood behind their seats and waited for Mikel to arrive. He spotted the young apprentice wizard as soon as he arrived. Mikel was dressed in black hose, soft black leather shoes, and a black tunic that, like the rest of the Squires and Pages, had Lord Velarik's coat of arms embroidered on the chest, except Mikel's was in red thread. His tunic, also trimmed in red and matched the red belt Mikel was wearing that had a small red pouch hanging from it. The boy's uniform reminded Rynil of the red trimmed black robes of the War Mages. While the armor Mikel wore earlier in the day made him appear more muscular, this outfit emphasized the boy's thin frame. Rynil thought it looked good on the black haired boy. The boy's hair had also been growing out over the last few months and was now nearly down to his shoulders, like the other Squires. However, something
seemed different about his appearance; Mikel was carrying himself with more confidence. Mikel looked over at Rynil as soon as he stepped into the crowded hall.
Rynil and Mikel greeted each other with a quick hug. They each complimented the other boy on his appearance and then Rynil asked Mikel to keep an eye out for Karl. He let told Mikel about Karl's poor performance at the tournament and the scolding he received from Sir Luken. When Rynil had finished telling Mikel about Karl, he noticed that the Lord and the rest of the guests at his table had arrived. The Knights, Squires, and Pages all found their seats as Brother Barton rose to offer a prayer to the Warrior; followed by a Priestess of the Temple of the Harvest offering a prayer to thank the Harvest Mother for Her blessing this harvest season. After the Priestess concluded her prayer, she left the Hall. Lord Velarik then rose and offered a toast to the winners of the day's tournaments. Mikel smiled and patted Rynil on the back when Lord Velarik mentioned his name. After all the toasts were done, almost a hundred and sixty men and boys began feasting.
The feast went on several hours as the nobles ate and drank to celebrate the harvest. Rynil and Mikel talked with the other boys seated at their table. Mikel only recognized Squires Tresen and Marton. Rynil introduced Mikel to the other Squires at the table. The talk was mainly of the days tournaments. The drinks flowed freely and many of the boys drank too much. Rynil and Mikel though drank modestly, not wanting to get drunk as they had plans for later in the evening. After eating their fill, many of the men and boys started to get up and mingle, visiting friends at other tables to share drinks and tales. The minstrels, who had been playing softly to provide some background music for the meal, started playing louder as the noise level in the hall rose. Soon the servants started clearing away several of the tables, clearing an area of the Great Hall that could quickly became a dance floor.
Rynil noticed that Tresen had already left to go find Jenna. Rynil put his hand on Mikel's leg and squeezed the boy's thigh, "Now is probably a good time to slip away."
Mikel looked around the room and noticed that a few pairs of Squires, Pages, and even Knights were exiting the hall. He reached down and grabbed Rynil's hand, lacing his fingers through Rynil's, "Okay, lead the way." The two boys left the Hall holding hands.
Sir Kalrik's suite was in the same wing of the Keep as Sir Luken's suite. The suite's layout was similar, two bedrooms off a small parlor. The door to Tresen's and Dren's bedroom was closed. Rynil led Mikel into Sir Kalrik's bedroom and closed the door. A lantern on the bedside table lit the room. Rynil grabbed Mikel and pulled him into a hug. Their lips met and they kissed.
Rynil enjoyed kissing Mikel but he wanted more and he could not wait any longer. He reached down and picked Mikel up by the ass. Mikel wrapped his arms around Rynil's chest and his legs around the boy's waist. The blonde boy carried Mikel over to the bed and lay the skinny black haired boy down on the white comforter, "You are so beautiful Mikel; I love you."
"I love you," replied Mikel. Both boys eagerly stripped off their clothes. Mikel pulled a small jar out of the pouch on his belt before tossing the belt down on the floor with the rest of his clothes.
"What is that?" asked Rynil.
"I told Sir Valen what we were going to do tonight and he gave this to me, he said it would help," said Mikel.
"Is it magical?" asked Rynil.
Mikel smiled, "Yes, it is a magic oil that will shrink your dick down so it can enter me without any pain."
"I do not want to hurt you Mikel but is it really necessary to shrink my dick? It will return to normal afterward right?" asked Rynil with a frown.
Mikel laughed, "By the Gods you're gullible. It is just regular oil. I wouldn't want to change your dick. It's perfect, just like the rest of you."
Rynil grabbed the jar of oil from Mikel and pushed him down onto the bed, "roll over onto your stomach." Mikel rolled over, stretched his arms and legs out, and lay on his stomach. Rynil poured some of the oil onto Mikel's back then set the jar on the small table next to the bed. He began by gently rubbing the oil into Mikel's back, and slowly worked his way lower. When he got to his pale butt he poured more oil onto the cheeks and dribbled a little into the crack.
"Relax, I will go slow," said Rynil. He gently started massaging the oil into Mikel's hole, softly caressing Mikel's most sensitive spot. He did not want to hurt Mikel so he spent a long time loosening Mikel up with his fingers.
At first Rynil could feel Mikel's tension, but as Mikel's apprehension slowly faded, Rynil felt Mikel relax an then become more active. Mikel started to writhe on the bed, thrusting back against Rynil's fingers. Mikel finally could not wait any longer, "I'm ready, please, I want this as much as you do. You won't break me."
Rynil pressed his groin on top of Mikel's butt. He kissed the back of Mikel's neck as he used his hand to guide his dick into Mikel's ass. Mikel gasped as Rynil's cock entered him. Rynil stopped, "Sorry."
"It's okay," said Mikel. He concentrated on his sphincter relaxing it even more and pushed back against Rynil, "I love feeling you inside me." Rynil slowly pushed the rest of the way inside then started fucking Mikel with slow deliberate strokes.
After a couple minutes, Rynil stopped and pulled out. He rolled off Mikel on and lay down next to him on his back. "I want you on top facing me so we can kiss," said Rynil. Mikel leaned over and kissed him, then crawled over on top of him and guided Rynil's cock back into him.
They finished in that position, Mikel laying on Rynil's chest, his own cock trapped against the boy's stomach while Rynil thrust up into him. Mikel coated Rynil's stomach while Rynil planted his seed in Mikel. Mikel collapsed on top of Rynil and two continued to kiss while reveling in the feeling of being connected.
The two boys lay next to each other cuddling and kissing for an hour before Rynil grabbed the jar of oil and coated Mikel's cock with it. Then he asked Mikel to lay on his back and sat down on the boy's cock. He grunted briefly as Mikel entered him. There was a bit of pain, but compared to all the bumps and bruises from his weapon training, it was a good pain.It was only temporary and it was only because he was becoming one with Mikel.
In the morning, Rynil fucked Mikel again, this time with Mikel on his back and Rynil on top of him. Mikel wrapped his legs around Rynil's waist and they again kissed each other as they made love. Afterward, Mikel used his magic to clean them up and remove any evidence of their lovemaking from the bed. Rynil did not want to say goodbye, but he knew he needed to get back to his room before Sir Luken woke up.
Rynil returned to Sir Luken's suite, entering quietly so as not wake Sir Luken or Karl. When he opened the door to his and Karl's bedroom, he realized the room was empty and the bed had not been used. Everything was as Rynil had left it when he went to the feast last night, except for Karl's chest, its top was open.
Rynil went over and looked in the chest. There were several Page tunics, hose, a suit of quilted practice armor, and Karl's current reading assignment, 'The Illustrated History of the Royal House of Selarn from King Alzar to King Azris III'. What was not in the chest: Karl's backpack, dagger, boots, and any clothes that were not his Page uniform. Karl had runaway.