Best Gay Erotica of the Year Volume 2 Page 7

  “Yes. A real warrior like you.”

  Thorjus trotted up to them, standing beside Harald. “The men have set up camp. We’re secure for the night.”

  Harald cut Eivind’s bindings from around his wrists. “Good. Our Pict still wants a taste of Viking cock.”

  Thorjus rubbed his hands together. “The tent is ready.”

  Harald pulled Eivind to his feet. “Follow Thorjus.”

  Thorjus led the way with Eivind between them. The vision of the young Pict’s lean body filled Harald with warmth. His cock hardened in his trousers. Such a handsome man. His round ass was made for fucking.

  Eivind glanced behind him. He lowered his eyes, and then returned his gaze forward.

  A few minutes later, they arrived at the camp. Thorjus pushed back the fabric of the entrance. He entered, followed by Eivind.

  Harald turned to observe the evening sky. The sun set behind a low row of clouds covering the horizon, coloring it a light pink. A stiff breeze blew across the moorland, whipping his hair across his face. A beautiful night. He stepped into the tent and pulled the flap shut.

  Eivind stripped and lay naked on a rug. Thorjus pulled his cock from his trousers and lodged it into his throat. The young man struggled to take more.

  Thorjus grinned. “He’s eager. His prior master must have starved him of sex.” He moaned as Eivind sucked him.

  Heat flooded Harald’s body, and his dick pulsed. Quickly stripping out of his armor and clothes, he approached the bed and presented his cock to the handsome servant. Just a light dusting of red hair on his chest. Eivind’s long cock bobbed as he continued to pleasure Thorjus.

  The blond Viking stepped back, his cock leaving Eivind’s mouth with a popping sound. “Feed him while I undress.”

  Harald ran his hand along Eivind’s stubbled cheek. “Pleasure me.”

  Eivind gently caressed Harald’s balls as he licked the shaft. Prickles of sensation flew across Harald’s skin, and he shook with a burst of pleasure. Eivind’s tongue teased the opening of his foreskin, then dove in and slid around the head as he pulled the cock into his mouth.

  Harald groaned. So good.

  Thorjus joined him and slipped his arm across his shoulder. “Do you wish to take his virginity, or shall I?”

  Another hard suck and a light tug at his balls made Harald step back as his shaft hardened. “I want it.” He knelt between the young man’s legs and lifted them, spitting onto Eivind’s pucker and pressing his cock against it. “Are you ready?”

  Fear danced in Eivind’s eyes, but he nodded.

  “I’ll be gentle with you, as this is your first time.” He slowly thrust forward.

  Eivind gasped, his eyes wide as the head of Harald’s cock breached his hole.

  Harald paused. “Breathe deep.” He pressed forward again, filling the servant with the entire length of his shaft.

  Eivind clutched at the blanket. Small whimpers accompanied each deep breath.

  Harald fought the urge to fuck the Pict hard. He ran his hand across Eivind’s chest and pinched the erect nipples, making him clutch Harald’s cock with his ass muscles while he panted.

  Eivind grasped Harald’s arm. “The pain is ebbing.”

  “It will pass completely in a few moments.” He pulled back and eased forward, establishing a slow rhythm. Soon, Eivind moaned and clamped his hands on Harald’s legs.

  “More.”

  Thorjus kneeled on the tent floor over Eivind’s head. “Suck me while my man fucks you.”

  Harald leaned forward and sucked one of Thorjus’s nipples as he plowed the moaning man beneath him. His cock hardened watching the young man spit roasted between them and drilled deep as his balls tingled.

  “I’m close.”

  Thorjus stood, pulling his hardness from Eivind’s mouth. “Slowly. I don’t want this to end just yet.”

  Harald fought back the urge to shoot, pausing in his fucking. He widened his eyes as Thorjus slipped behind him and pressed his cock against Harald’s ass.

  “What are you doing?”

  “What does it feel like?” He thrust into Harald, wrapping his arm around Harald’s chest.

  A slight stinging accompanied his swift entry, but quickly gave way to pleasure as Thorjus jammed his cock against the sensitive spot inside him. Eivind gripped Harald’s cock harder with his ass and squealed as Thorjus pressed into Harald.

  “Oh fuck.”

  Thorjus increased his speed, driving Harald deep into the redhaired man beneath him.

  Eivind’s head whipped back and he howled as his cock fired several white streams across his lean chest.

  The pulsing of Eivind’s ass and the pounding of Thorjus’s cock drove Harald over the edge and his orgasm racked his body. He came inside the shuddering man as Thorjus roared his release behind him and tightened his grip across Harald’s chest.

  Harald’s cock softened and he pulled out of Eivind before rolling to the side and dislodging Thorjus from his ass. He sucked in large breaths of air as his racing heart slowed to normal.

  Thorjus retrieved a cloth and wetted it with water from a bowl that sat on a small barrel. He wiped off his cock, then cleaned Harald and wiped the mess from Eivind’s body. Tossing the rag on the floor, he returned to the two men.

  Harald raised an eyebrow as he stared at Eivind. “Well?”

  Eivind smiled. “I can die happy now.”

  Harald rested his arm across the lean man. He grinned. “You’re not going to die by our hands.”

  Thorjus joined them, pressing his body against Eivind’s back. “You did well. We’ll protect you from harm.”

  Eivind nestled his head onto Harald’s hairy pec. “Thank you.”

  Harald stroked Eivind’s hair and pressed his lips to Thorjus’s. “Good night. To battle in the morning.”

  The next day, after a breakfast of rations, Harald directed Eivind in the efficient packing of the tent and its contents as Thorjus looked on.

  “Be quick. It’s time to move forward.” Harald stepped from the tent into the crisp morning air.

  Eivind finished the packing and carried a large bag of supplies as the other Vikings disassembled the camp. “Ready, Lord Viking.”

  Two of the closest warriors glanced at Eivind and then to Harald with a smirk.

  “You men have something to say?”

  Both of their faces reddened. “No, Harald. We’re only admiring your new slave.”

  Harald bristled for a moment, and Thorjus placed a hand on his shoulder. He relaxed and smiled. “He’s a quick learner.” He watched Eivind lift the bag of supplies, his slender muscles straining. Why did that bother me? He’s a slave. A willing slave, but a slave nonetheless.

  Shaking off his confusion, he focused on the march at hand. The raiding party covered several leagues over the hilly countryside, burning farmhouses as they went. At each dwelling, Harald paused to look inside.

  After they plundered their fourteenth farm, he shook his head as he lit a torch. Each house deserted. This doesn’t bode well for the stealth of our assault.

  Before he could light the thatched roof, a cheer arose from a far-off hill. He dropped the torch and turned to his company. The men crowded behind him, facing the oncoming attack.

  Gray clouds descended as Harald counted the naked Pict men painted blue, wielding swords and clubs and surging across the moor. Twenty-seven. These look more like warriors. The farm woman or the children survived and sounded the alarm. He turned to his men. “Torvald, Andreas and Halvor, take the savages on the right. Erik, Tallak and Sigurd, take the left. The rest of you with me and Thorjus down the center.”

  Turning, he brought his attention to Eivind. “Hide amongst the supplies. If the battle goes ill, run. If you’re needed, you will hear two blasts of my horn.”

  “Yes, my lord.” Eivind scurried to the pile of wood for the tents and ducked out of sight.

  Harald raised his sword as the rain fell and a peel of thunder rolled over the moor. “Forward, an
d take no prisoners!”

  He roared as they ran toward the approaching savages. Excitement surged through his veins, and he slashed his sword at the lead Pict, slicing the life from him. Another swung a club at him, but he missed. He dispatched the fiery-haired man with a single stroke.

  Harald looked on with satisfaction as more of the Picts fell to the Vikings’ swords. He stabbed another man in the shoulder, and the savage fell. Turning toward another, he thrust the blade through the attacker.

  “Harald, look out!”

  Thorjus’s warning came too late. Pain ripped through his leg as a club smashed his ankle. He gripped his sword and stabbed it through the Pict who’d previously swung at him, and then he fell, clutching his legging in agony.

  The five Vikings around him formed a defensive shield with their bodies and dispatched most of the remaining attackers. Through the pain, Harald spied five Picts running.

  “I’m all right. Finish those bastards.”

  Thorjus knelt beside him as the others pursued their quarry. “We need to get you to safety so the wound can be cleansed.” He took the horn hanging from his waist and blew two shrill notes.

  A few moments later, Eivind ran to them. “Lord Viking, you are injured.”

  Thorjus nodded. “Help me lift him. We’ll take him into the farmhouse.”

  Harald grunted when they lifted him as pain surged up his leg. He gripped Thorjus’s shoulder as his Viking lover slung his arm across Harald’s back. “It’s not far.”

  Eivind ran ahead and opened the door to the farmhouse. “Bring him inside. There’s a bed.”

  Harald glanced around the room. Sufficient. He howled as Thorjus eased him onto the bed.

  “Rest, my love. Eivind, fetch something to help him.”

  Eivind rifled through the contents of the house and came to Thorjus with cuttings from two plants. “This will cleanse the wound and ease some of the pain.” The servant uncovered the wound and added herbs. “The bleeding has stopped, Lord Viking.”

  Harald grumbled as he lay on the bed. He glanced at his leggings stained with blood and his wounded ankle. You fool. Should’ve known that savage wasn’t dead.

  Thorjus paced the room. “We need you to lead us, Harald. The raid can’t continue without you.”

  He assessed the injury. The Pict was too good. I’ll not fight again until this is healed. “Eivind, fetch a small smooth piece of wood. Whittle it smooth and pierce it. Leave space for two runes.”

  Eivind pulled a small knife from the table and hurried outside.

  Harald lifted his head and bored his gaze into his comrade’s blue eyes. “You must lead. The king made our objectives clear. The men will follow you.”

  “But what of you?”

  “Eivind will attend me. This house is sufficient for our needs, and I can recover.”

  The blond Viking crossed his arms. “Can you trust him?” He nodded toward Eivind.

  The Pict stiffened as he strode through the doorway. “I could have killed both of you in your sleep several times, and instead of fleeing, I came when you called.” He handed the smooth piece of wood to Harald and gave him the knife. “I’ll care for him.”

  Harald carved a perfect X into the wood on one side of the hole, and a Y with a line running through the middle of it on the other. He pressed the knife into his blood-soaked leggings and scraped it over the lines of the runes, turning them red.

  Thorjus raised an eyebrow. “Gebo and Algiz.”

  “Partnership and Protection.” He tied the runes to the Viking’s leather armor. “Go, while you have the light.”

  “Serve your master well, Eivind. He’s very important to me.” Thorjus knelt beside Harald. “Get well so you can return to fight with us.”

  Harald ran his fingers along the blond hairs of Thorjus’s beard, smiling as he gazed into the warrior’s blue eyes. “I can’t recover quick enough from this wound to be of any use to our raiders. I’d just slow your progress.”

  Thorjus hardened his gaze. “I’ll return for you when we’ve tamed this land and its savages. The longboats should be here soon with more warriors. We light the signal fires tonight.” He stood and strode to the door. He pressed his fist to the talisman on his chest. “My love.”

  Pain radiated from Harald’s heart as he watched Thorjus leave the house.

  “Don’t worry, Lord Viking, he’ll return.”

  “I’ve no doubt of it.” Harald shifted his gaze to Eivind. “And you must refer to me as Harald.” He held his arm out, and the Pict sat next to the bed.

  “Yes, Lord Harald.”

  Harald sat at the table eating a bowl of Eivind’s stew and musing over the nearly two years they’d lived together. He is a good companion. He sipped at the warm broth. And his cooking rivals any I’ve had before. He cast his gaze at Eivind as the young man stared out of a window.

  “Lord Thorjus is approaching the house.”

  Harald’s heart leapt. Perhaps he’s through with battle at last. Two years is enough time apart. He stood from his chair and limped to the door, his ankle permanently damaged from the Pict’s blow.

  Eivind opened the door and bowed.

  “Good lad, Eivind.” Thorjus clasped the young man’s shoulder, then turned to face Harald. “Hello, my love.”

  Harald stood tall. “How goes the conquest?”

  “Well.” Thorjus approached him as Eivind closed the door. “We have taken most of the surrounding lands, and waves of Norse settlers established a town not far from here.” He ran a hand along Harald’s face, causing a shiver to run down Harald’s spine.

  “I’ve missed you.”

  “And I you. I’ve been on the front lines of our assault, but have returned as I promised.” Thorjus cocked his head to the side and furrowed his brow. “You’re clean shaven.”

  Heat rushed to Harald’s face. “I shave for Eivind. He prefers my face without the beard.”

  Thorjus chuckled. “Indeed. Who’s the master and who’s the slave?”

  A flare of anger shook Harald, and he narrowed his eyes. “I don’t see a slave here. Only a loyal servant and companion.”

  Thorjus’s eyes widened. “Then much has changed in two years.”

  Harald turned and hobbled to his chair.

  “Please, Lord Thorjus, we’re happy here.” Eivind approached their guest. “Let me rekindle your memory of the first night we were all together.”

  Harald suppressed a smile as Eivind unlaced Thorjus’s armor. Thorjus raised an eyebrow, but made no attempt to move away from the Pict. After carefully placing the leather on the table, he pulled each of the warrior’s leather shoes off and unwound his leg wrapping as Thorjus balanced with his large hand resting on the servant’s shoulder.

  Harald’s cock hardened. He’s even more muscular than I remember.

  Eivind continued to undress the Viking until he stood before them completely naked. Dropping to his knees, the redheaded Pict sucked the quickly rising cock before him into his mouth. Thorjus moaned and rested his hand on the back of the young man’s head.

  “I’d forgotten how good this feels.”

  Harald stroked his cock through his trousers as he watched Eivind bob on Thorjus. “Have you not enjoyed the spoils of conquest and taken someone?”

  Thorjus stroked Eivind’s hair as he locked his gaze with Harald. “No one since you remained here.” He pulled on Eivind’s hair. “Enough. I don’t want to release too soon.”

  Eivind stood and returned to Harald’s side. “Allow me.” He lifted Harald’s tunic over his head and untied the belt around the baggy trousers. As the fabric fell, his cock slapped against his abdomen.

  Thorjus whistled. “Impressive as ever.”

  Eivind sank to his knees and engulfed the head into his mouth, sending ripples of pleasure through Harald’s shaft. He thrust forward with a loud groan to embed his dick into Eivind’s throat.

  Thorjus stepped forward to stand next to Harald, his hardness pressing against Eivind’s face as he con
tinued to suck.

  I’ve had the comfort and pleasure of Eivind while my Thorjus denied himself for me. Harald wrapped an arm around the Viking’s shoulder, guilt racing through him. “You’ve truly been with no one since we parted?”

  “I haven’t wanted anyone else, though I’m glad Eivind was here to attend to your needs.” Thorjus leaned toward Harald and placed a rough kiss on his lips.

  Harald squirmed between the passionate force of the lip-lock and the tickling of Thorjus’s trimmed beard. He returned the fervor of the kiss, squeezing the man next to him and thrusting into Eivind’s mouth.

  Eivind released Harald’s cock and stood, placing light kisses on Harald’s neck.

  Harald held onto Thorjus as his knees weakened from the pleasure the two men gave him. “A moment to catch my breath.”

  Thorjus took his arm. “Perhaps we should move to the bed so you may rest while we resume our passion.”

  Harald intertwined his fingers with Eivind’s as the younger man led the way to the bed. Once there, Eivind stripped and lay on top of the blankets.

  Thorjus nodded. “You’re a handsome man. It’s good we didn’t kill you when we found you behind that tapestry.” He lay on the bed next to Eivind, and they both stared at Harald.

  Harald admired the differences in their bodies. Eivind’s slender yet sturdy frame and lightly haired chest contrasted with the blond swirls covering the stocky body of the rugged Norseman. Thorjus’s thick erection pressed against a blond trail leading from his belly button to his large balls. The young Pict’s cock, though not nearly as large in girth, was longer, and it rose from a tuft of red hair around its base.

  His mouth watered as he lowered himself onto the bed and kissed his way along Thorjus’s hairy leg. He gazed into the Norseman’s blue eyes as he licked up the man’s shaft and engulfed the head with his mouth.

  Thorjus laid his head back with his mouth open as Eivind kissed his neck. Harald concentrated on sucking Thorjus’s cock and getting it as wet as he could. The muscular legs beneath him straightened and squeezed him between them.