Body Language by Kayla Jameth

Author:Kayla Jameth
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay action adventure romance, gay adult fiction, gay historical romance, gay historical erotica, gay ancient greece, mm historical romance, gay ancient persia, gay historical short story, mm historical erotica, mm historical short story
Publisher: Kayla Jameth

Chapter Five

The sun sank behind the canyon walls, bathing the road in shadows and stirring up the evening winds. The cooling breeze was welcome, but the loose dirt and grit it carried worked its way into everything Kas wore.

"The moon will be nearly full tonight. If we use her light to travel a while longer, we'll reach Sardis tomorrow before the heat of the day," Kas suggested.

Lykos nodded when Narseh conveyed Kas' recommendation.

The stars shone brightly overhead as the moon eventually relinquished the sky. In the dim light, Kas led the men into a small canyon he'd camped in last year with Tahmasp. Tahmasp said he stopped here every year. Except this year. Kas' chest tightened and for a moment he couldn't draw breath. He had no one unless he could convince Lykos to keep him close.

A stone-ringed fire pit stood guard over a smooth spread of sand. Trees and brush kept the sand-laden wind from swallowing up the site.

"We'll set up the pavilion here, if you can gather wood for the fire."

Kas gathered the tent poles and handed them to Lykos. He'd finish unburdening the mules once the tent was erected. Narseh gathered fallen limbs and the dried dung from previous travelers. Kas doubted the foreigner would have known to do that.

"Here, here, here and here." He showed Lykos where to place the posts and pantomimed driving the ends into the ground. Countless tent posts had created pits in the soil. Lykos would have to use the stones stacked nearby to wedge them in place after seating them as deeply as he could. With his build, the task would be easier for Lykos as long as he didn't overexert himself and open his wounds.

While removing the pannier with the felt panels, Kas watched the play of muscles in Lykos' back and thighs. The man would be more than capable of providing the type of pounding Kas desired.

"Let me." Lykos reached to take the fabric from Kas.

"No, I know what I'm doing. You don't." Kas felt comfortable saying whatever he wanted since the man likely didn't understand even a portion of what he'd said.

In the time necessary for Narseh to start the fire, Kas and Lykos raised the tent, including the inner panel dividing the space. "Go, go!" Kas made shooing gestures and pointed to the fire. "Rest and eat." At Lykos' puzzled gaze, Kas mimed taking food from his cupped hand and putting it in his mouth. "You will need your strength later," he finished in Persian with a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

He tried not to grin as he laid out his bedding alongside Lykos' in the larger section, imagining the Greek's face when he realized Kas' intentions. He put Narseh's belongings behind the screen. No need for an audience.

Kas stripped the remaining supplies from the tired mules and rubbed the poor beasts down with handfuls of dried grass. Retrieving more of the poppy-containing ointment to treat the warrior's wounds, Kas planned his seduction.

Some bread, cheese and the last of the wine should do nicely.

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