WingsAndRites by A. C. Ellas

Author:A. C. Ellas [Ellas, A. C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, fantasy, erotic, gay, adult, m/m
Publisher: eXtasy Books
Published: 2013-06-28T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten: Back at the Party

After a half hour of light napping, Jisten sighed. “If we don’t go back, they’ll come looking for us.” He pulled himself out of Rak.

“I want to dance with you,” said Rak, stifling his flash of regret at Jisten's withdrawal.

“I might disappoint you,” Jisten said with humility.

“That is highly unlikely,” retorted Rak as he held out the man’s shorts.

Jisten had them on in a flash. Rak held out the pants next, teasingly. Jisten grinned and took them. Rak picked up the shirt.

“You get dressed, too, S’Rak,” Jisten said as he took the shirt. “Valers wouldn’t appreciate your nude dancing.”

Rak sniffed. “They should expand their horizons.” But he did dress, until he reached his purple silk dancing tunic. “Help?”

Jisten’s large fingers flew over the tunic and eased Rak’s wings through.

Rak stretched, spreading his wings, and grinned at Jisten’s expression. Then he bent over, as sexily as he could, to lace up his boots. Jisten ran a finger up Rak’s leg and buttock. Rak flashed Jisten a teasing upsidedown leer.

“We need to stop, or they’ll find us naked and entwined.”

Rak laughed. “And so? What if they do?”

“I’ll be in the Sunset Hall waiting for you, having died of embarrassment.”

Rak straightened up and embraced Jisten. He kissed the Valer’s cheek. “I will behave, for your sake, my love.”

Jisten returned the hug and laid his head on top of Rak’s.

“Did you not tell me that the couple’s dances are more frequent once the children are abed?”

“Ah, yes,” Jisten said.

Rak pulled Jisten towards the door. “I want more ravioli. And I want to dance with you.”

“There should be plenty of ravioli this late at night. Peasant food is left, see?”

They returned to the square. Jethain had departed while they’d indulged, for it really was late at night. Not a child or mother or father was in sight. The young men and women and grandparents were still in the square.

“There is an hour yet before the midnight mass,” said Rak easily. He found a plate and piled ravioli on it.

Despina appeared, almost by magic, and grated cheese on it. “Ach! Peasant food. But ox all gone.”

“Tonight, I will celebrate it here,” continued Rak, holding out his plate for Despina’s cheese.

“Varkaris ask me to dance. Me!” She smiled at Rak as if expecting him to join in her outrage.

“Really?” Jisten furrowed his brow.

Surprise caused Rak’s eyebrows to shoot up. Then he smiled wickedly. “Good.”

“Good? Good? I old!” Despina finished grating a pile of snowy cheese on the ravioli, almost obliterating it.

“You’re not that old, Mother.”

“His hair is just as silver as yours,” retorted Rak. “Neither of you are married. He is handsome and kind. You are lovely and kind. I fail to see the problem here.”

Despina’s cheeks flushed and she patted her wispy silver hair. “Ach! What? Ach!”

Jisten grinned. “Why, I think S’Rak is a genius.”

Rak smoothed back a wisp of Despina’s hair. “Still lovely. I like silver as much as I like black.”

Asfalea stumped over, her staff clacking on the ground.

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