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[element_wizard]

After school, Alec sat at the bar of the Tavern, nursing his glass of weak ale. Normally he would be with his friends, but today he didn’t feel like being with them and running rampant through the city. The bar held only a few people, except for a group of eight older boys sitting and laughing. Glancing at them, he could tell that the youngest was only about eighteen, four years older than him. Deminitri had left his group of friends having been adopted by one of the older groups. When Alec saw him in class, he always looked very smug. One of the boys, a husky and handsome dirty blond, detached himself from the group and walked over the bar, signaling to the barkeep. He looked over at Alec, who could feel his eyes running up and down his body, and he smiled. Alec smiled back at him.

“Hello there,” the boy said.

“Hello.”

“You’re Alec, aren’t you?” The boy asked. Alec nodded. “I remember you from classes.” The barkeep delivered several bottles of wine. The boy paid him, sliding several coins across the countertop, his eyes never leaving Alec. “Why don’t you come join us?” he said, head tilting back to the table where he had been sitting.

“Sure.” Alec slid off his stool and allowed the boy to put an arm across his shoulders, steering him to the table.

“Look at the pretty thing I found,” the boy said as he placed the bottles of wine on the table. The others looked Alec over and agreed. The boy sat down and pulled Alec into his lap, an arm around his waist. Alec leaned against the older boy and listened to him and the others talk. He thought about what the boy had said, calling him pretty. He knew that he definitely took after the fey side of the family, no matter how distant, but he had never really thought of himself as pretty. That adjective belonged to his sister. Gawky, perhaps, belonged to him. Short… as he hadn’t hit his growth spurt yet, but not pretty.

The blond boy offered him his cup, which Alec took and gulped from. The wine was sweet and stronger than he was used to. But it still had that nice warm tingling feeling when it went down his throat. The cup went back to the boy who drank from it, before petting Alec idly on the head.

The talk went on, the conversation never including Alec. But he didn’t expect to be included; he wasn’t there to be talked to, just to be there, the pretty thing on the blond boy’s lap. Talk belonged to the older boys. Though wine did go to him. The blond boy freely shared that. Several times he switched laps, one of the other boys wanting their chance to have the pretty thing with them.

They told him that, constantly. That he was a pretty little thing. Such nice eyes and well-formed mouth, perfect for kissing. After about his third glass of wine, Alec found himself snuggling against the blond boy, rubbing and touching him. The blond boy petted him stroking his hair and face, sometimes running his hand a little bit lower, which elicited a moan from Alec.

Laughingly, one of the other boys suggested that they go get a room.

“Do you want to?” the blond boy asked Alec. It was the first time in the entire conversation that a question had been posed to him. Alec thought it over and then nodded. The boy smiled and kissed him lightly on the lips. “Come along then.” He pushed Alec off his lap and took his hand, pulling him up the stairs, waving to the barkeep.

The room was small, barely big enough for the bed, but it was clean. The blond boy kissed him again, once the door shut, running his hands through Alec’s hair. Alec kissed him back, uncertainly. He had never done this before – the closest being a few grasping encounters with his own group of friends. But he wanted to do this; he wanted to see what it was like. The boy pushed him down on the bed, confident hands wandering all over him, pressing against him making him writhe and moan. Clothes were pulled off and skin touched skin, both feverishly warm, and Alec opened his shields some to feel what the other boy was feeling.

“Are you sure you want this?” the boy asked him, holding himself above Alec. He could feel the boy’s erection against his thigh and twisted a little, feeling it brush against his own. He nodded.

“Yes, I want this.”

The boy’s hands drifted lower and started touching him in places that he had never been touched before, all the while he whispered reassuring things, kissing at his lips and face and shoulders. Alec’s mind slowly melted from the sensations, both his and the boy’s, driving hard and hot, rubbing and pressing. He could feel every want of the boy; every need and he tried to give it to him, his own hands fumbling to touch him. Too quickly, too soon it was over though.

A momentary pauses as they both caught their breaths and a lazy kiss on the forehead, before the boy pulled off of him.

“Come on,” the boy said, pulling back on his clothes. Alec lay there, still for a moment, slowly putting his shields back in place. Once that was done, he rolled into a sitting position, gasping a little at the sudden aches and pains he didn’t know were there. “They’ll go away soon enough,” the boy said, noticing this.

Stiffly, Alec dressed. His fingers felt thick and useless, rather like he couldn’t remember how to work them. The boy waited for him, patiently, smiling a little, but not offering to help. When he was finally done, the boy put an arm around his waist and walked him slowly back down stairs.

The other boys were still there. They raised questions to the blond boy, asking how it was, how did he taste and things like that. Once again Alec found himself in the boy’s lap, where he snuggled stiffly. The blond boy gave a favorable review, which earned Alec hair ruffles and requests for a turn next time. He smiled at the boys, feeling pleasantly tingly all over his body. More wine was pressed onto him, which he drank until he began to doze, head against the boy’s shoulder.

“Come on Alec, time to go,” the boy said to him finally. Alec woke up from his doze and blinked blearily around. The other boys were leaving and the blond boy wanted to go to. “Can you walk?”

Alec nodded, of course he could. He slid off the boy’s lap and wobbled, the world spinning around. Or perhaps not. The wine apparently was stronger than he though. A strong arm reached around his waist.

“Come on, I’ll take you home.”

The walked seemed to take much longer than usual, though it could be that Alec had trouble finding his footing. He found himself leaning against the blond boy for support, grateful that he didn’t have to tell him where to go. Everyone knew where the Trovens lived. And everyone knew he was a Troven. Finally the reached the door, Alec once again dozing lightly, even as he walked. The boy knocked on the door.

A moment passed and then Greywolf opened it, “Bron,” he said, finally giving the boy a name.

“Hello ‘Wolf. I think the wine was a bit too strong for him,” he said gently handing Alec over to his brother.

“Yes, apparently so,” Greywolf said as Alec nuzzled him lightly. “He wasn’t any trouble, was he?”

“No, he wasn’t. When he’s sober, if you don’t mind, tell him I’d like to see him again. The gang rather liked him.”

Greywolf nodded. “I will.”

“Good. Good night Alec, I hope you’re not too hung over tomorrow.”

Alec smiled back at him, eyes bleary, mumbling, “I’ll be fine.”

Bron ruffled his hair lightly, “See you later then.” He turned and walked away as Greywolf closed the door.

Carefully Greywolf led Alec up the stairs to his attic room. The stairs seemed a bit too complicated for him to handle right then. Then again, so did walking. But he felt good, all buzzy and tingly and good… if a bit sore and achy. But Bron, was that his name, said he’d feel better in the morning. He tried to hum a snatch of something, but he couldn’t remember any tune. Greywolf shook his head a little.

“Finally moving up in the world, aren’t you?” he asked, maneuvering the two of them into Alec’s room.

“Yup.”