Title: Blessings Home Chapter 2
Characters: Chandir/Wryn/Enoch; Elden/Misham
Series: Another Life
Wryn ran his hand over the table top he'd just been sanding. Reaching out, he smoothed out a rough spot
with the hard sandstone. Once more he
let his palm skim over the wood. He
smiled as it glided over the table. He
took pride in making sure the furniture he made was of the finest quality but
knowing that this table would go to Perry and Arvad, he was putting even more
effort into the comfort of the pieces.
The two men had only known harshness and pain on Earth. Wryn wanted them to know the comfort Gliese
offered.
Shaking his head, Wryn started putting away the tools he'd
used. He knew that a large part of his
need to make sure Arvad and Perry were well taken care of was because of his
own sub, Enoch. Enoch had come to him
and Chandir from Earth just as the forgotten ones had come from the dying
planet. Enoch had been painfully thin
and on the edge of death. The stars
favoring him had allowed Enoch to pull through and live. He'd forever have a cough from breathing in
bits of ash from a volcano. But with love and care from Chandir and himself,
Enoch grew stronger everyday.
Thinking of his sub, Wryn closed his workshop and walked
outside. Enoch should've been home
already. Thoughts of his young lover
were pushed to the back of his mind at the sight before him. Chandir, his other lover and partner, was
bathed in the sunlight of the setting sun.
Shirtless, his well defined chest rippled as he brought an ax down. Again and again, the motion was
repeated. Wryn couldn't help but become
aroused watching the man he loved.
The desire Wryn felt wasn't just because of the muscles, sweat,
and power of the man. The knowledge that
Chandir was chopping the wood to give to elderly Historians contributed to the
arousal. A young Historian had foretold
of the harsh winter that was to come. Of
great snow and bitter cold. Upon hearing
of the coming winter, Chandir had started chopping wood for fuel. The XMene clay could only charge for so long,
then other means of heating and lighting were needed. Chandir's big, gruff heart held a soft spot
for the elderly. The caring that the big
dominant had for others made Wryn fall even more in love with him.
Just as the last of the sun's light disappeared behind the
horizon, Enoch walked into the clearing.
Before Wryn could say anything, Chandir dropped the ax and stormed
toward the pale submissive.
"You are pale," the large dominant accused. "And trembling! I knew this was too
much. You are still in need of
rest! I will allow no harm to come to my
agape! I will not condone this any
longer. You will not-"
Wryn jumped in before Chandir could finish. "You will not work all day." Wryn held his ground when the big man swung
around. Holding Chandir's gaze, Wryn
spoke to Enoch. "You will only work from morning to noon meal."
He turned in time to see a small spark of resistance flare in
Enoch's eyes, before exhaustion extinguished it. At his look of expectation, Enoch nodded his
acquiescence.
Shifting his eyes back to Chandir, he saw the stubborn set to the
dominant's jaw. His heart wept for the
strong man. He knew Chandir was waging a
war within himself. The need to wrap
Enoch in the softest cotton and keep him safe, battled against his knowledge
that the young man from Earth needed to make a life for himself here on
Gliese.
Wryn hid his relief when the battle inside Chandir finally
ceased. A curt nod from the man signaled
his agreement. Reason had won the battle.
The exhaustion on Enoch's face coupled with the obstinate look on
Chandir's, Wryn decided that dinner could wait.
The bathhouse offered hot water to soothe their muscles, the loving
touches they'd give each other the balm for their moods.
"Our meal can simmer longer," Wryn said in a softly
authoritative voice. "The baths
call to me."
Though night was fully upon them, the moon lit the way. The path
to the hot pools was wide enough for Chandir and Enoch to walk side by
side. Wryn herded them from behind. He knew he'd made the right decision as he
watched the forms in front of him. Chandir's back was rigidly straight and
Enoch's shoulders slumped in defeat. No
words were uttered as the three walked.
To a stranger, they might seem like separate entities. But to those who could see beyond the
surface, the three men were one unit.
The three sides of the strongest triangle.
Slowly the front of the bathhouse came into view. Many generations past, the Historians had
discovered the hot springs inside the cave.
Stone masons had worked hard to make the front of the cave beautiful by
carving scenes of wildlife and fauna.
Woodworkers had lent their expertise and built sturdy doors to keep the
heat contained.
Once inside the cave, the artists of the past had continued their
crafts. Stone and wood benches were
strategically placed. Along one side of
the cave, a table about hip high, stood with various offerings. Soaps and lotions waited for their
guests. Steps had been carved leading
into the hot spring. At the back of the
springs a wooden box filled with rocks sat over a vent in the floor. The vent allowed the heat to rise from deep
within Gliese. A ladle of water poured
over the rocks, created a steam bath.
After disrobing, Wryn walked to the table. He lifted each bottle to his nose. Finally he found one with a light citrus
scent to it. Kyra had once told him that the scent alleviated anger, anxiety
and tiredness. He knew his men were
feeling all three emotions. Gathering
the bottle, Wryn stepped down in the hot pool where Chandir and Enoch were
waiting.
Letting out a hiss at the warmth of the water against his cool skin,
he sat on the rock ledge. Sliding closer
to Enoch, he could feel the tension from the man. "You smell of fear. Come lean against me and let me care for
you."
His sub obeyed the gentle command. Wryn pulled him between his legs and back
against his chest. Wrapping his arms
around Enoch, he poured a bit of the soap in his hands. With sure strong hands, Wryn lathered Enoch
with the soap. He firmly rubbed each arm
and leg. Tipping Enoch forward, he
massaged the thin back. Wryn kept up his
ministrations until Enoch was completely relaxed.
While Wryn had soothed the sub, Chandir had moved until he was in
front of Enoch. The two large doms had
the smaller man sandwiched between them.
Wryn reached further and ran his hands roughly over Chandir's back.
As he lathered and massaged Chandir, a slow sensual rhythm
began. The wet, masculine bodies moved
together. The rhythm became
thrusts. Water splashed and spilled over
as the movements became more urgent until their moans of completion echoed through
the cave.
By the time Wryn and Chandir had gained their breath back, Enoch
was dead weight. Wryn held him as the
other dominant dried off and dressed.
Then Wryn half lifted Enoch up.
Once Chandir had him, Wryn climbed out.
Wryn wasted no time and hurriedly dried and dressed. He wanted to get Enoch home and fed; he knew
as soon as their sub laid down, he'd slumber the night through.
The men walked quietly along the path, the silence at peace with
the night. Again, Wryn followed behind
the other two. He was relieved to see
them more relaxed. Their cottage came
into view; the soft glow from the windows a welcoming light.
Inside, Wryn spooned the thick stew into bowls as Chandir settled
Enoch at the table. After setting the
bowls down, Wryn brought over a loaf of warm bread. The meal was hearty and comforting. The men talked softly of inconsequential
things; the weather, the antics of Astrid and how she kept her three partners
on their toes. Wryn watched Enoch
closely. The easy conversation did not
hide the younger man's air of defeat.
"The water did not wash away your worries," Wryn
said. When Enoch's head shot up, Wryn
knew that there was more on the sub's mind.
"Let me help."
"There is nothing wrong," Enoch stammered. "Just
tired from the day."
"A half day, is all you will work." Chandir's voice was
low but firm.
Wryn held up a hand to quiet the strong dominant. "Tiredness does not weigh the shoulders
down. There is more. Tell me."
"Nothing. I'm just
tired."
The way Enoch mumbled the words and avoided Wryn's gaze had Wryn
hardening his voice. "You've surely learned by now, that Chandir is not
the only one who will discipline you.
Would a trip over my lap help you to tell me?"
Enoch flushed red and straightened up. Taking a deep breath, he stuttered out,
"I..um,...I can't write well.
Yes. That's it, I can't write
very well. There were no schools left. So, Misham is writing for me."
Wryn tilted his head.
Something seemed off, but he decided that Enoch must be ashamed of his
lack of skills. "Oh my agape. That is nothing to worry about. We can help you learn to write. You may need Misham for the first volume, but
you are smart. You will be writing in
the second volume. We have all
winter. You've not yet experienced a
winter on Gliese. The night steals from
the day. We are gifted with dark hours
to spend together. Some of that time
will be spent teaching you."
The tension eased from the men at Enoch's confession and Wryn's
offer of help. Wryn hoped that with the
shorten days of working in the library and learning to write, Enoch's
shoulder's would straighten and his smile would appear again. With winter soon upon them, he vowed to spend
the time with the men he loved.
TBC
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