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badass_tiger) wrote2022-12-19 04:39 pm
badass_tiger) wrote2022-12-19 04:39 pm
Tryst (The Night Guard)
Title: Tryst
Fandom: Original/The Night Guard
Characters: Dirk/Gaultier
Rating: Explicit
Summary: During a journey, Gaultier sneaks a moment with Dirk.
It was no great secret, but it was perhaps little known that King Gaultier hated to so much as leave his castle at the best of times, let alone leave his kingdom altogether. He was, in other words, a homebody. So when he told Dirk that he had to travel almost a hundred miles to visit his cousin in another kingdom, Dirk naturally feared that he did not make the journey happily. Add to that the fact that Gaultier had the fire in his room alight even during the summer months, Dirk was sure that he would hate the prospect of crossing the country during the winter. Yet, happily, Gaultier had been quite cheerful so far. He had ordered a carriage to make up part of the company, but he had yet to use it. He rode on horseback for much of the way, insisting that Dirk remained by his side at all times, and calling for him impatiently whenever he found Dirk lagging behind.
The journey was slow for the fact that they had to find a cabin or a village with an inn to stay in every night. Camping was, naturally, not feasible during the winter months. During the day, however, they would stop briefly to rest and water the horses. Gaultier always wandered off to survey their surroundings, with Dirk close by, of course. He was there to be Gaultier's personal bodyguard.
They were deep in the woods today, and Gaultier had insisted on stopping for a break despite the fact that it would take them until long after nightfall to arrive at the next inn if they delayed their journey any longer.
'I can't stay on this horse any longer,' he complained.
'Then sit in the carriage,' Dirk suggested.
'You wound me, Dirk. Why can't you simply sympathise with my plight?'
'Because you're inconveniencing everyone else.'
'It's alright, Dirk,' said Emilio, one of Gaultier's courtiers, already dismounting from his horse. 'If you don't mind arriving late, then let Gaultier freeze his blood over, here in the woods.'
'Thank you, Emilio,' Gaultier said happily. He climbed off his horse, handed the reins to a servant, then took Dirk's hand almost before he had reached the ground in order to tow him away.
It seemed that the relationship between Gaultier and his guard was no secret amongst his courtiers. Dirk shouldn't be surprised, considering that on his second night on duty as night guard, Gaultier had arrived at the door of his bedroom in conversation with one of his courtiers, who had joked about the king's appetite for young men directly in front of Dirk. It was a rumour amongst the guards and soldiers too, and was the reason that Dirk was still, to this day, bullied by his fellow soldiers for his closeness with the king. When one considered it in that light, Dirk thought, it was hardly a secret at all. Still, Gaultier might show some modesty. He was positively affectionate with Dirk at times while they were in court, or during journeys like these.
Gaultier stopped at a stream to fill his flask with water and refresh himself. Dirk did the same.
'Are you cold?' Gaultier asked, turning to him.
'Not since we just stopped riding.'
'Good. You don't mind the snow?'
'No, I -' Dirk stopped and frowned, trying to look severe. 'We can't do that.'
'Can't we?' Gaultier said, taking a step closer
'Is that why you stopped the entire party? We can do that once we arrive at the inn! And it'll be warm.'
'But don't you think it'll be exciting to do it here?'
'No.'
'I can't believe how unadventurous you are.'
'I just don't like the idea of taking my clothes off in the cold! I'm used to your nice warm room where the fire is always on.'
'Dirk, I fear that I have spoiled you,' Gaultier said. He was now holding Dirk's hand again and dragging him, Dirk realised belatedly, into a bush.
'It's too late to say that now. Gaultier -' Dirk tried to pull his hand back, but Gaultier's grip was firm, '- your company will hear us!'
'Then you'll just have to be very quiet.'
At least Gaultier had the consideration to spread his jacket out on the forest floor before he sat down and dragged Dirk onto his lap. Dirk wondered if he should be flattered that Gaultier desired him so much that he would even wish to have him in the woods on a cold winter's day. He didn't think he should be; it was only by a turn of fortune it was he, Dirk, who was in this place now and not some other young man from the guards, after all. All the same, when Gaultier wrapped his hand around the back of Dirk's head and pulled him into a kiss, Dirk's heartbeat quickened and he hugged his shoulders to press their bodies closer. He had once begged King Gaultier, time and time again, for the chance to stay with him, and Gaultier had repeatedly refused him for his own sake. It was wonderful to feel that Gaultier had so thoroughly accepted him as his lover - perhaps something a little bit more - now, in the way that he licked his way into Dirk's mouth, the way his fingers, slightly chilly from the stream, snaked underneath Dirk's shirt to touch him, one hand running up his chest to play with a nipple, the other dipping underneath the waistband of his trousers to feel his arse.
Gaultier hushed him as Dirk let out a moan.
'My friends will hear you,' Gaultier murmured against his throat, then bit down on his skin. Dirk gasped, his hands twisting through Gaultier's shirt, trying to anchor himself.
'I - I can't - How am I t-to keep silent when you -'
'Be quiet.'
Gaultier lifted his head to press their lips together again, and Dirk seized his chance. He unfastened the top few buttons of Gaultier's shirt and was annoyed to find an undershirt underneath that he would only be able to remove by pulling over his head. He made an unhappy sound and felt Gaultier's answering chuckle hum through his body from their proximity. Dirk relented to pushing his fingers underneath the undershirt to feel Gaultier's warm skin, the smooth muscle that shifted underneath the pads of his fingers as Gaultier leaned into his touch.
'Isn't this a wonderful way to keep warm?' Gaultier said, pulling back from their kiss.
'Be quiet,' Dirk said, and the corner of Gaultier's lips twitched upwards in a smile.
'There's no need to worry, Dirk. I'm sure my company thinks this is what we do whenever I leave them with you anyway.'
'I'd still rather you stayed quiet,' Dirk retorted.
'As you wish, my dear Dirk.'
Dirk couldn't help smiling at that, especially when Gaultier brushed his thumb tenderly over Dirk's cheek. Dirk leaned in to kiss him this time, and he didn't object when Gaultier undid the string of his trousers with just one clever hand, and slid his hand inside to stroke Dirk's half-hard cock. His fingers were warm now, and Dirk bucked his hips into the touch, a small whine escaping his throat.
'Will you - mm - touch me - too ... Dirk?' Gaultier whispered between kisses.
'Only as long as you stay quiet.'
Gaultier pulled back to show Dirk his pursed lips. Dirk rolled his eyes, but relented to unbuckling Gaultier's belt. His underwear was so thick that one couldn't tell that he was hard simply from looking. Dirk knew that he would have to push his hand inside to feel Gaultier's erection. As he curled his fingers around that manhood, Dirk thought of warm nights in the royal bedchamber, of commands and instructions that had melted away into gentle requests, of lying together before the fire, taking and giving pleasure by turns as if they were equals. They still weren't, even now when Gaultier had accepted Dirk's presence by his side, when Dirk's feelings were accepted, when Gaultier's desire for his affection was acknowledged, but Dirk was no longer afraid of him, of asserting himself and asking for the things he wanted.
The large hand on Dirk's cock caressed him slowly at first, and Dirk felt every callous rubbing against his shaft, making him shiver with delight. As Dirk reciprocated with his own gentle touches, Gaultier stroked him more urgently as if asking for more. But Dirk was now so lost in sensations that he had forgotten about the cold and about the company that were waiting for them, and was taking his time, relishing the feeling of Gaultier's smooth cock beneath his fingers, rubbing his thumb over the head in circles, then dragging his fingers down his shaft to the base.
'Dirk -' Gaultier sighed, and Dirk immediately withdrew his hand. The expression of enjoyment on Gaultier's face left to be replaced with a frown. Dirk simply glared at him until comprehension dawned on his features. He put a finger to his lips, signalling his understanding.
Satisfied that he would stay silent, Dirk leaned in again. He kissed Gaultier, but the sensations focused on his cock were soon too much for him to do anything other than bury his head in Gaultier's shoulder to muffle the sound of his panting breath. He slipped a hand under Gaultier's underwear again, yet all he could do was alternate between squeezing his cock and releasing him as he struggled to think through the way Gaultier's masterful fingers stroked him closer and closer to climax. Through the haze, realising how close he was, Dirk lifted his head with the idea of initiating another kiss in order to stifle his sounds of pleasure, but when he realised he wouldn't make it that far, he bit down on Gaultier's clavicle instead. Gaultier groaned, his body stiffening, and as Dirk thrust into Gaultier's hand to release his climax, he delighted in the hot come that spilled over his own fingers.
'Sorry,' Dirk mumbled once he had recovered enough to pull back and see the raw red mark he had left on Gaultier's collarbone.
'Not much point in making sure no one can hear us if they can see what you've done to me, is there?' Gaultier said teasingly.
'It's your own fault, so you can put up with the consequences,' Dirk said.
All the same, when he had cleaned his hand, he brushed his fingers against the mark tenderly. It must have hurt, and Gaultier liked it when it hurt just a little bit, but he was sorry that he had done it. Gaultier took hold of his fingers and pressed a kiss to them, then pulled him into an embrace.
'Shouldn't we be heading back?' Dirk muttered into his arm.
'Let me hold you a little bit longer.'
'You can do that once we arrive.'
'But we won't arrive for hours.'
As pleasant as it was to be held after sex, the cold was starting to seep into Dirk's skin. Gaultier, with no jacket, must surely be feeling it all the more. Dirk wrapped his arms around his waist in an attempt to keep him a little warmer.
'Very well then. I will be able to make do for a while like this,' Gaultier said, loosening his hold on him.
'It's not even that long,' Dirk said. But when they stood up, he picked up Gaultier's coat, brushed off the dirt and leaves, and helped him put it on. Gaultier took his hand again, and they returned to their party.
Fandom: Original/The Night Guard
Characters: Dirk/Gaultier
Rating: Explicit
Summary: During a journey, Gaultier sneaks a moment with Dirk.
It was no great secret, but it was perhaps little known that King Gaultier hated to so much as leave his castle at the best of times, let alone leave his kingdom altogether. He was, in other words, a homebody. So when he told Dirk that he had to travel almost a hundred miles to visit his cousin in another kingdom, Dirk naturally feared that he did not make the journey happily. Add to that the fact that Gaultier had the fire in his room alight even during the summer months, Dirk was sure that he would hate the prospect of crossing the country during the winter. Yet, happily, Gaultier had been quite cheerful so far. He had ordered a carriage to make up part of the company, but he had yet to use it. He rode on horseback for much of the way, insisting that Dirk remained by his side at all times, and calling for him impatiently whenever he found Dirk lagging behind.
The journey was slow for the fact that they had to find a cabin or a village with an inn to stay in every night. Camping was, naturally, not feasible during the winter months. During the day, however, they would stop briefly to rest and water the horses. Gaultier always wandered off to survey their surroundings, with Dirk close by, of course. He was there to be Gaultier's personal bodyguard.
They were deep in the woods today, and Gaultier had insisted on stopping for a break despite the fact that it would take them until long after nightfall to arrive at the next inn if they delayed their journey any longer.
'I can't stay on this horse any longer,' he complained.
'Then sit in the carriage,' Dirk suggested.
'You wound me, Dirk. Why can't you simply sympathise with my plight?'
'Because you're inconveniencing everyone else.'
'It's alright, Dirk,' said Emilio, one of Gaultier's courtiers, already dismounting from his horse. 'If you don't mind arriving late, then let Gaultier freeze his blood over, here in the woods.'
'Thank you, Emilio,' Gaultier said happily. He climbed off his horse, handed the reins to a servant, then took Dirk's hand almost before he had reached the ground in order to tow him away.
It seemed that the relationship between Gaultier and his guard was no secret amongst his courtiers. Dirk shouldn't be surprised, considering that on his second night on duty as night guard, Gaultier had arrived at the door of his bedroom in conversation with one of his courtiers, who had joked about the king's appetite for young men directly in front of Dirk. It was a rumour amongst the guards and soldiers too, and was the reason that Dirk was still, to this day, bullied by his fellow soldiers for his closeness with the king. When one considered it in that light, Dirk thought, it was hardly a secret at all. Still, Gaultier might show some modesty. He was positively affectionate with Dirk at times while they were in court, or during journeys like these.
Gaultier stopped at a stream to fill his flask with water and refresh himself. Dirk did the same.
'Are you cold?' Gaultier asked, turning to him.
'Not since we just stopped riding.'
'Good. You don't mind the snow?'
'No, I -' Dirk stopped and frowned, trying to look severe. 'We can't do that.'
'Can't we?' Gaultier said, taking a step closer
'Is that why you stopped the entire party? We can do that once we arrive at the inn! And it'll be warm.'
'But don't you think it'll be exciting to do it here?'
'No.'
'I can't believe how unadventurous you are.'
'I just don't like the idea of taking my clothes off in the cold! I'm used to your nice warm room where the fire is always on.'
'Dirk, I fear that I have spoiled you,' Gaultier said. He was now holding Dirk's hand again and dragging him, Dirk realised belatedly, into a bush.
'It's too late to say that now. Gaultier -' Dirk tried to pull his hand back, but Gaultier's grip was firm, '- your company will hear us!'
'Then you'll just have to be very quiet.'
At least Gaultier had the consideration to spread his jacket out on the forest floor before he sat down and dragged Dirk onto his lap. Dirk wondered if he should be flattered that Gaultier desired him so much that he would even wish to have him in the woods on a cold winter's day. He didn't think he should be; it was only by a turn of fortune it was he, Dirk, who was in this place now and not some other young man from the guards, after all. All the same, when Gaultier wrapped his hand around the back of Dirk's head and pulled him into a kiss, Dirk's heartbeat quickened and he hugged his shoulders to press their bodies closer. He had once begged King Gaultier, time and time again, for the chance to stay with him, and Gaultier had repeatedly refused him for his own sake. It was wonderful to feel that Gaultier had so thoroughly accepted him as his lover - perhaps something a little bit more - now, in the way that he licked his way into Dirk's mouth, the way his fingers, slightly chilly from the stream, snaked underneath Dirk's shirt to touch him, one hand running up his chest to play with a nipple, the other dipping underneath the waistband of his trousers to feel his arse.
Gaultier hushed him as Dirk let out a moan.
'My friends will hear you,' Gaultier murmured against his throat, then bit down on his skin. Dirk gasped, his hands twisting through Gaultier's shirt, trying to anchor himself.
'I - I can't - How am I t-to keep silent when you -'
'Be quiet.'
Gaultier lifted his head to press their lips together again, and Dirk seized his chance. He unfastened the top few buttons of Gaultier's shirt and was annoyed to find an undershirt underneath that he would only be able to remove by pulling over his head. He made an unhappy sound and felt Gaultier's answering chuckle hum through his body from their proximity. Dirk relented to pushing his fingers underneath the undershirt to feel Gaultier's warm skin, the smooth muscle that shifted underneath the pads of his fingers as Gaultier leaned into his touch.
'Isn't this a wonderful way to keep warm?' Gaultier said, pulling back from their kiss.
'Be quiet,' Dirk said, and the corner of Gaultier's lips twitched upwards in a smile.
'There's no need to worry, Dirk. I'm sure my company thinks this is what we do whenever I leave them with you anyway.'
'I'd still rather you stayed quiet,' Dirk retorted.
'As you wish, my dear Dirk.'
Dirk couldn't help smiling at that, especially when Gaultier brushed his thumb tenderly over Dirk's cheek. Dirk leaned in to kiss him this time, and he didn't object when Gaultier undid the string of his trousers with just one clever hand, and slid his hand inside to stroke Dirk's half-hard cock. His fingers were warm now, and Dirk bucked his hips into the touch, a small whine escaping his throat.
'Will you - mm - touch me - too ... Dirk?' Gaultier whispered between kisses.
'Only as long as you stay quiet.'
Gaultier pulled back to show Dirk his pursed lips. Dirk rolled his eyes, but relented to unbuckling Gaultier's belt. His underwear was so thick that one couldn't tell that he was hard simply from looking. Dirk knew that he would have to push his hand inside to feel Gaultier's erection. As he curled his fingers around that manhood, Dirk thought of warm nights in the royal bedchamber, of commands and instructions that had melted away into gentle requests, of lying together before the fire, taking and giving pleasure by turns as if they were equals. They still weren't, even now when Gaultier had accepted Dirk's presence by his side, when Dirk's feelings were accepted, when Gaultier's desire for his affection was acknowledged, but Dirk was no longer afraid of him, of asserting himself and asking for the things he wanted.
The large hand on Dirk's cock caressed him slowly at first, and Dirk felt every callous rubbing against his shaft, making him shiver with delight. As Dirk reciprocated with his own gentle touches, Gaultier stroked him more urgently as if asking for more. But Dirk was now so lost in sensations that he had forgotten about the cold and about the company that were waiting for them, and was taking his time, relishing the feeling of Gaultier's smooth cock beneath his fingers, rubbing his thumb over the head in circles, then dragging his fingers down his shaft to the base.
'Dirk -' Gaultier sighed, and Dirk immediately withdrew his hand. The expression of enjoyment on Gaultier's face left to be replaced with a frown. Dirk simply glared at him until comprehension dawned on his features. He put a finger to his lips, signalling his understanding.
Satisfied that he would stay silent, Dirk leaned in again. He kissed Gaultier, but the sensations focused on his cock were soon too much for him to do anything other than bury his head in Gaultier's shoulder to muffle the sound of his panting breath. He slipped a hand under Gaultier's underwear again, yet all he could do was alternate between squeezing his cock and releasing him as he struggled to think through the way Gaultier's masterful fingers stroked him closer and closer to climax. Through the haze, realising how close he was, Dirk lifted his head with the idea of initiating another kiss in order to stifle his sounds of pleasure, but when he realised he wouldn't make it that far, he bit down on Gaultier's clavicle instead. Gaultier groaned, his body stiffening, and as Dirk thrust into Gaultier's hand to release his climax, he delighted in the hot come that spilled over his own fingers.
'Sorry,' Dirk mumbled once he had recovered enough to pull back and see the raw red mark he had left on Gaultier's collarbone.
'Not much point in making sure no one can hear us if they can see what you've done to me, is there?' Gaultier said teasingly.
'It's your own fault, so you can put up with the consequences,' Dirk said.
All the same, when he had cleaned his hand, he brushed his fingers against the mark tenderly. It must have hurt, and Gaultier liked it when it hurt just a little bit, but he was sorry that he had done it. Gaultier took hold of his fingers and pressed a kiss to them, then pulled him into an embrace.
'Shouldn't we be heading back?' Dirk muttered into his arm.
'Let me hold you a little bit longer.'
'You can do that once we arrive.'
'But we won't arrive for hours.'
As pleasant as it was to be held after sex, the cold was starting to seep into Dirk's skin. Gaultier, with no jacket, must surely be feeling it all the more. Dirk wrapped his arms around his waist in an attempt to keep him a little warmer.
'Very well then. I will be able to make do for a while like this,' Gaultier said, loosening his hold on him.
'It's not even that long,' Dirk said. But when they stood up, he picked up Gaultier's coat, brushed off the dirt and leaves, and helped him put it on. Gaultier took his hand again, and they returned to their party.