They did not hold each other, there were no words of comfort or declarations of ever-lasting love. After the sweat had cooled and after their breathing had slowed, they dressed and parted in shame, days would pass where eyes did not meet and words were kept to the most perfunctory of orders and acknowledgement.
Both would swear to themselves it could not happen again. It was a sin against God and Kingdom, there was too much at stake... too much to be lost to the foolish lust of young men.
Slowly the friendship would return... a smile, a joke, a laugh... a casual touch... a brush of hands while pouring wine, a slap on the shoulder for job well done... until suddenly the want, the need, the searing burn of repressed desire, would break through their carefully constructed walls of denial and together they would crumble in a fierce battle of tongues and teeth and pleasure and pain...
Until once again they parted, swearing to themselves that this was the last time...
The last time...
Each time was the last time.
They did not hold each other, there were no words of comfort or declarations of ever-lasting love. After the sweat had cooled and after their breathing had slowed, they dressed and parted in shame, days would pass where eyes did not meet and words were kept to the most perfunctory of orders and acknowledgement.
Both would swear to themselves it could not happen again. It was a sin against God and Kingdom, there was too much at stake... too much to be lost to the foolish lust of young men.
Slowly the friendship would return... a smile, a joke, a laugh... a casual touch... a brush of hands while pouring wine, a slap on the shoulder for job well done... until suddenly the want, the need, the searing burn of repressed desire, would break through their carefully constructed walls of denial and together they would crumble in a fierce battle of tongues and teeth and pleasure and pain...
Until once again they parted, swearing to themselves that this was the last time...
...until it wasn't.