Waking the Prince by Shawn Lane

Author:Shawn Lane [Lane, Shawn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: JMS Books LLC
Published: 2017-09-17T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

Magnus woke just before dawn to soft snoring from the young man wrapped in his arms. He held him tight, loath to lose the closeness. Soon it would be time to wake his prince, break their fast, and begin training him again. They would need all the daylight hours to prepare as best they could. They would run out of time in short order, so they dared not dally too long.

He’d taken Roland a second time in the middle of the night when the prince had awakened and rubbed his ass against Magnus. How was he to resist such an invitation? He disentangled himself from Roland, being careful not to wake him. He would allow him a few more moments.

Standing, he gathered his clothes and dressed quickly. Then he slipped out of the dwelling, armed with his sword. To the east the sky had already lightened, signaling the rise of the sun in the not too distant future. The abandoned village was still, almost preternaturally quiet. Once it had been full of life, before the curse, before the dragon.

Magnus walked to the village edge and relieved himself. He glanced toward the dwelling he shared with Roland and saw no sign that the prince had risen. He stepped outside the village and took the path to the lake. From the water’s edge the cursed castle could just be seen through the copse of trees. It was not possible to see the whole castle, just the very top, nor the thorny vines protecting it from the curious.

He stripped and washed himself in the icy lake as quickly as possible. After redressing, he took the path back to the village and headed into the dwelling. Roland had not awakened still. Magnus lit a torch and knelt beside him. A lock of hair rested on the sleeping prince’s forehead. He brushed it aside, and wished he could brush aside this task Roland must do just as easily. He would take it upon himself and spare the prince if only he could.

Magnus gently shook Roland.

Roland moaned and turned over, showing his bare buttocks to Magnus. A temptation sent from the devil he had no doubt. Later perhaps, but now he must be firm.

He shook Roland’s shoulder. “Wake up, Roland.”

“Mmm.”

“Come, it is time to break our fast and do more training.”

“I do not wish to.”

Magnus smiled. “I’m fair certain that is true. Nevertheless you must rise.”

A pause, then, “You could make me rise.”

He chuckled. “Ah, it does not take you long to become a tease. But no, young one, not this time.” He slapped Roland’s ass. “Up.”

“Ouch.” Roland sat up and scowled at him. “You are far too bright and cheerful for the morning.”

“I have been told so. You are far too surly.”

Roland grimaced. “I have been told so.”

“Up, my sweet. We have much to do.”

* * * *

It was early afternoon when Roland tossed down the sword he held and put his hands on his hips. “I wish to rest.”

Magnus frowned. “Rest?”

Roland nodded and wiped his hand across his sweaty brow.

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