Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 2

dripping from his words. "You think my feelings for you are your fault?"
    Kent froze. "Your feelings?"
    "Honorable but stupid, like a lot of knights, aren't you?" Seth took a step closer, Kent flinching once again. "You're my closest friend. You're also… rather handsome." He smiled. "I admire both male and female beauty, Kent, much like the ancient Greeks. That's how I learned of my strange inclinations, actually— by admiring old sculptures. If you're the same… what's the harm in both of us enjoying ourselves with each other?"
    Kent shoved himself further against the wall of the cave, the jagged rocks scraping him. This had to be a trap. "I… I don't like women. At all. It's wrong, Seth. It's against God. I promised I wouldn't—"
    Seth put a finger to Kent's lips, running his hand through Kent's hair. "It's natural. Like this cave or the trees. It happens. God wouldn't punish you for loving another person even if he was a man."
    "Lyle said—"
    "I don't want to hear that cursed priest's name again," Seth growled, pinning Kent against the cave wall, both hands flat against the rock. His green eyes shone into Kent's. "You should know better than to believe everything you hear."
    Kent began to shake. "I— a knight's honor…"
    "You hold yourself to an ideal that doesn't exist, Kent," Seth said gently. "True honor is not about following the rules of chivalry without thought. It is not about forcing yourself to suffer. It is serving your lord and God by helping your fellow man and helping those who are weaker than you. Saving the village, that was chivalrous. Torturing yourself by inhibiting even speaking about your desires until you cannot focus on a task, that is not chivalrous."
    Seth's fingers trailed on Kent's chin, turning his head up. Kent shuddered, lust blazing through his body. "How… how could I speak of them? The punishment… you know as well as I do the consequences if we are caught."
    "Not everything about our King or his beliefs is right. I follow the spirit of the code, not the letter." His soft lips met Kent's, all too briefly, his treasonous words failing to elicit the disbelief they should. "I love you, young knight. I'd like to show you that following your desires is not something to be feared."
    Anxiety and lust shook Kent's muscles. "I… I want you. I've wanted you since I met you."
    "I'm sorry for not noticing before this," Seth whispered, kissing Kent's neck. "I'm sorry for using whores when I should have been with you." Goosebumps trailed down Kent's neck as Seth nipped him lightly, and he let out a moan. "I didn't know you shared my desires."
    "S-Seth… I can't. I…" Kent moaned helplessly as Seth kissed him again, his lips soft and hot against his chin.
    "Kent, just let me show you." Seth's hands moved to Kent's shoulders, massaging. Kent didn't need much more convincing. He closed his eyes and met his lips with Seth's, chaste at first, then more urgently, fire arcing through his body. He pushed his tongue into his partner's mouth, tasting Seth's warm saliva, Seth responding with his own tongue against the roof of Kent's mouth. They dueled this way for some time before Kent tried to meld his body against Seth's, pushing his erection firmly against the other man.
    "Shh…" Seth pushed him away, just enough to break the contact. "Slowly."
    "I want it… I want you, please."
    Seth just smiled. He began to kiss Kent again, harder this time, as if seeking something in Kent's mouth. Kent let himself be dominated, allowing Seth to lead him with his mouth. His erection became painful, straining against his confining pants, and he groaned during the kiss, thrusting his hips.
    Seth stepped back, looking down with a grin at the bulge in Kent's trousers. He smiled impishly and started to disrobe, revealing his perfectly toned upper body, his muscular thighs…
    "Seth…. god, Seth…" Kent couldn't help himself, palming his erection through his pants, unable to take his eyes off the other man. This was a dream, it had to be, but it was the best one he'd ever had.
    Seth stepped forward, taking Kent's hand away firmly and untying the strings to Kent's pants. He freed the swollen shaft, precum dripping to the ground. Kent moaned in relief, pressing himself against Seth, the other man's skin hot and torturous against his unclothed arousal.
    For so long, he had fantasized about this, the feel of Seth's hard body against his, the sensation of another person—another man—stroking him to