Centurion by L.B

Author:L.B. [L.B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: pulp friction, short story, ancient rome
Publisher: Lime Time Press
Published: 2013-09-28T05:00:00+00:00

Gaius

He awoke to a warm, lissome body beneath his own, and a rampant erection that needed appeasement. In the darkness it was easy to shift the sleeping man and find the flagon of olive oil.

He oiled his prick and nestled it into the damp crease of the man’s ass, thrusting gently as he squeezed the finely molded buttocks together. The man might be too sore for penetration, and Gaius felt a little like a sissy for thinking of the slave’s comfort, but the man had proven a hot and receptive partner. Traveling with him would make the trek back to the encampment much more relaxing and entertaining. He had no interest injuring the man and rendering him useless or unable to make the trek back to the main camp.

Salicar twisted beneath him, and Gaius gasped. The movement stirred his senses, inspired his passion. He buried his lips in the fragrant neck, and kissed softly while he rutted against the firm backside, savoring the delicious friction on his aching cock.

A grunt escaped his lips and he tightened his hold as a moan came in answer.

He shifted the two of them so that he could reach around and stroke Salicar’s cock. He smiled when he found the man’s prick swollen and slick with pre-cum. "You enjoy that?"

The satisfaction he felt in the Greek’s arousal was odd; the man was a slave, a prisoner, his pleasure shouldn’t matter, but it did. He rocked them together, shifting and sliding in the slick channel while stroking the smooth prick in his palm until Salicar stiffened and jerked, spraying the wool blankets and his hand with aromatic seed. The sultry scent and the clenching muscles sent Gaius over the edge and his own emission pooled in the shallow dip between Salicar’s buttocks and spine.

Lethargy spread through his limbs once more and he slid to the side, dragging Salicar with him. He swiped the seed away with a corner of one of the blankets and dropped a possessive hand in the small of Salicar’s back. "Sleep." He commanded gruffly as the other man stretched, arching into his touch like a small house cat. "We’ve a long march tomorrow."

Salicar stilled beneath his touch, and satisfaction at his obedience flooded Gaius. His eyes drifted shut and he savored the warmth of a body curled next to his, of appetites fulfilled. It jarred memories of the days before he’d joined the legion, when he’d been young and stupid and believed in home and family and the rightness of love. Love. Gods above what business had a hardened soldier thinking of love?

"Will I be your slave?" The hesitant voice came from the darkness, startling him just as dreams began to take over.

The idea had its appeal, but it wasn’t likely. He grunted, hoping that non-answer would suffice. It didn’t.

"I could maybe handle being a slave, if I were yours."

"I’m a centurion. I don’t own slaves." He closed his eyes, willing sleep to come though his heart raced as though he’d just fought a battle.

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