I wrote this some time ago between my multi-chaptered fic for some submission call - it was too light of a theme to be excepted, and I haven't posted it here, because I thought I would re-write it and changed it into a multichaptered fic. But since I don't see this coming in near future (if even), I'm giving you a taste of Melyn. It would be a shame to let him rot in my folder from where he might or might not be resurrected. Hope you would enjoy in his antic.
This has been beta-ed by the amazing diluain.
WARNING: This is GBLT/LGBT (lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender) themed fiction with explicit contents that is NOT appropriate for minors.
Melyn peeked around the corner; his sky-blue eyes zoomed through the wide-open door onto a blond, who napped behind the desk with his head resting on his arms. "Look, he's working overtime again." He pointed the blond to his best friend, Darwen, before he sneaked closer to the door of the well-lit office with a desk, chair and filing cabinets.
"Don't. Please, Melyn, don't. He almost saw us the last time." Darwen grabbed Melyn's shoulder.
"He's sleeping. He won't see us, stupid." Melyn wiggled out of Darwen's hold and his dragonfly-like wings carried him toward the office.
"It's always something with you." Darwen whined, but he followed him anyway.
"It's always something with you, too." Over his shoulder Melyn poked his tongue out at Darwen. "Didn't I have to keep you company in the ladies' loo just two days ago, so that you could ooh and ahh over the ladies?"
"Well, yeah, but..."
"But what?" Melyn's wings disappeared as he stepped onto the simple desk.
"I just like to watch human girls, but it's different with you. You are so serious. It's almost like you are in love with him." Darwen looked at the blond human. "Why him? He's human. He's tall. And if you haven't noticed, even though you always stare at him, you're about as long as his forearm."
"He's the same as me."
"You don't know that for sure; just because those girls gossiped about him, that doesn't make it true. And even if it is, he's big; you are tiny -- what you are going to do? Have a lasting relationship with him? Huh?" Darwen scratched his nose. "Ewythr is the same as you; he doesn't like girls, either, but you don't fancy him, even though he's a fairy."
"Uncle's old and wrinkled. But look at James." Melyn tilted his head, his eyes glazing. "He so handsome. And his chest..." He licked his lips, remembering the last time that James had stayed in the office after-hours, when Melyn and a reluctant Darwen had arranged a small accident with a chair, just as James held a cup of coffee to his mouth. "The abs..."
"You are drooling over a human man." Darwen grimaced, his voice low and quiet.
"How could I not? He's beautiful," Melyn whispered. He closed that little distance that separated him from the object of his admiration and buried his hands in the golden tassels of his hair.
"Melyn."
Melyn ignored Darwen, knowing that his friend was too chicken to come closer and drag him away. He closed his eyes, his hands combing though the softest hair before he leaned closer and his face touched the strands. He inhaled deeply. It smelled like oranges.
"Melyn!"
Melyn opened his eyes and with his hands still in the hair turned to say: 'Darwen, you idiot, don't yell, you might wake him up', when his world turned up side down and he flew through the air toward the metal cabinet behind the desk. Damn it, damn that stupid shit, spoiling one of his best moments like that. He was never going to take Darwen on his ogling trips ever again. With his hands shielding his head and with his half-transparent wings flapping frenziedly, he slammed against the hard surface. A steam of profanity crossed his mind before the darkness embraced him and his small body fell on the floor.
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Melyn moaned; his eyes fluttered open before he closed them again. The side of his body and his back hurt, but that was not the only reason for his moan. The main reason for his moan was the gentle pressure that stroked along his spine. "Lower, lower, just a bit lower." Even the caresses that brushed against his sore spots felt good.
The pressure slid lower and rubbed the small of his back. "You can talk?"
"What?" Melyn's eyes flew open. The voice was deep and even though it was familiar, it wasn't familiar enough to belong to any of the fairies. He jumped up, but the fabric of his pants pooling around his ankles restricted his movement, he tumbled onto the wooden surface. On his ass. On his naked ass. Damn, he was half-naked.
"Rape! Ra-" He looked up into the large face framed with short blond hair and green eyes that stared at him. James. It was James. And he was staring at him. And he wasn't freaking out. Melyn tilted his head and smiled, brushing the black curls away from his face. "Hello, there."
James's forefinger touched Melyn's forehead and gently pushed against it.
"Hey, hey." Melyn's swatted the finger away. "What do you think you are doing?"
"You are a living, breathing thing?" James rested his elbow on the counter and propped his chin in his hand. "I mean, I know you are, but it's so surreal, especially now that you are moving and talking."
"Well, yeah. I'm probably not something a human sees often, but we fairies do exist." Melyn stood and pulled his pants up.
"A fairy, eh? Don't fairies have wings?"
"I do have wings. But I have to call them for them to appear." Melyn tied the binding that held his pants on his hips.
"I see. " James smiled. "So, do fairies have names? Mine is James."
Melyn had known James's name for quite some time now. He had heard it when James still worked in the office cubicle. "Of course we have names. Mine's Melyn. He looked around. "Where is my shirt?"
Melyn frowned when he noticed that the walls that should be white were light yellow. The surface that he had thought was a desk was actually some kind of counter with high chairs on either side; it divided the room from the part hidden in the semi-darkness on one side from the space with low cabinets, a weird looking metal cabinet with four different sized round circles and a glass door, high white closet and small cabinets attached to the wall above the counter. "This isn't the anthill. Where am I?"
"The anthill?" James straightened up.
"The office, the building where you work. It reminds me of an anthill." Melyn lifted his arms above him and stretched, testing his bones and muscles. An hour or so and the soreness from the fall that lingered in his body would disappear.
"Ah."
"Yeah, ah." Melyn frowned. He spotted greenish fabric that lay under James's left forearm. He stomped toward it. "So where am I? And why was I naked?" He hauled the garment out from under James's arm and dressed in the knee-length shirt.
"You are in my home and you were naked because I put some Bepanthen cream on you." James wrinkled his forehead. "I didn't know what you were when I picked you up. I thought you were a toy, but you were breathing and... So, I just took you home and took care of you as best as I could." He looked at Melyn. "It seemed that you had quite a fall. Shouldn't you be lying down?"
"All fairies have quick regenerating abilities and unless something is broken, we bounce back fast. Don't worry, I'm okay."
James nodded as he leaned back in the chair.
Melyn's eyes travelled around the room. "What's this?" When James lifted his brows, he indicated the space they were in with a wave of his arm. "This room?"
"It's a kitchen."
"What do you do in the kitchen?" Melyn went toward the plastic bag on the counter that connected the cabinets to the counter on the opposite side. Bags were usually like treasures. If you had an opportunity to look in one of those, you always found something.
"You prepare food and eat."
Melyn nodded and peeked into the bag. Food, there was food in the bag. And lots of it. Apples, a carton of milk, some brown and white bags, some brown bottles and even eggs. He tugged the bag down, his eyes on the word on the green label of one of the bottles. "Foster's Premium Ale." Ale! It was ale! YEY. His eyes started to shine and he wrapped his arms around the bottle, lifting it and pulling it out of the bag.
"What are you doing?" James turned in his chair.
"It's ale." Melyn had trouble balancing with it in his embrace. It was a big, heavy bottle of ale and, since there was nobody of his clan around, it was all his. He giggled.
James grabbed the bottle by its neck and lifted it. "So?"
Melyn wrapped his legs around it, holding on it tight. "It's mine. It's mine. Finders keepers."
"It's mine, I bought it. And if you haven't noticed, I'm also holding it and I'm bigger than you."
"Finders keepers." Melyn refused to give up the bottle.
James sighed and put the bottle down. "Do you want to drink it?"
Melyn nodded. He still held his arms and legs wrapped around the bottle, just in case James was trying to trick him.
James went around the counter into the darkness. He turned on the lightswitch.
The light revealed a space with a small table and four chairs, a couch, armchair, low table and another low, wide table with shelves between two bookshelves. There were silver boxes on the table's shelves and a silver square with dark glass. It reminded Melyn of the squares with moving pictures that every desk in the office had, but they were a lot smaller; similar to the one that was on the desk in the right corner by the bookshelf.
James went toward the left bookshelf and rummaged through the wooden box he pulled out from the lower shelf.
Melyn decided that there would be plenty of time to investigate the room and focused back on the bottle at hand, trying to get rid of the cap that separated him from the golden liquid.
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"To your health." Melyn lifted up the thimble and gulped down the last sips of beer. With flushed cheeks and shining eyes, he pushed it before James again. "Another one, please."
"You've had enough." James eyed Melyn.
"One more." Melyn leaned his arms on his crossed knees. He was sitting on the low white plastic table in what James called the living room, while James sat on the rust-brown couch before him. And since today was Friday, or so James said, he would spend two days with James before the blond would carry him back to the office. Even though his mom could feel his life's thread and by that knew that he was alright, everybody was probably worried about him. But even so, Melyn didn't want to take James's offer to carry him back to the office right away.
"This is the last one." James poured a drop of beer into the thimble and gave it to Melyn. "I thought that the fairies were elegant, a little snobbish and sparkling creatures, but the way you act you reminds me more of a dwarf, not a fairy."
"I'm a forest fairy, not a garden one." Melyn grimaced. He never got along with those fairies and for the last couple of years, just talking about them made him growl in anger. But right now he just couldn't force himself to make a hiss. He had a lovely buzz from the alcohol in his blood and the only things that annoyed him were: that he needed to pee and he was too lazy for that, and how even though he shamelessly flirted with James, the man hadn't reacted to his irresistible charm. "There was a wonderful garden where our clan used to live and we had garden fairies for neighbours. I never liked them. They always tried to boss us around. Just because they had more magic than us, that didn't give them the right to turn up their noses and look down on us, or to even tell us how to behave and who should we keep company with." He looked up at James, tucking the black hair that had fallen over his face behind his ear. "We'd rather hang out with dwarfs and other forest beings, but garden fairies didn't approve of that." He took a small sip of beer before he continued. "After our clan refused their meddling, the Blaenors, the leaders of each clan, got in the fight and the next day we found ourselves in that office building. And we don't know where our home is." And even if they had known, they lacked the magic to return, since the stash of magic they had with them was getting smaller with time and the only flowers that could be found in the office were too few to be really useful. "Our Blaenor thinks that the reason for that is because we were sent into the future."
"I'm sorry to hear that." James leaned his elbows on the table. "How many of you are hiding in the office?"
"Twenty-one." Melyn said and then put his hand over his mouth. "I shouldn't tell you that. Or how we found ourselves here. If mom heard me, she would be very cross with me." He giggled. "I'm probably drunk, that's why I'm telling you all this."
"Yes, you drunk." James patted Melyn's head. "No more beer for you."
Melyn grabbed James's finger, pulled it down and leaned on James's hand. He rubbed his cheeks against the back of the hand. "Give me more beer."
James smiled. "What are you doing?"
"Snuggling and trying to charm you." Melyn gave James a cheeky grin. "Is it working?"
"You are the cutest thing I have seen in a long time."
Melyn was aiming for something else, but cute wasn't bad for a beginning. "You are not just saying that?"
"Of course, not." James took the thimble from Melyn's lap, ignoring Melyn's protests, before he wedged his fingers under Melyn's armpits, lifted him and sat him on his hand, which he lifted so their eyes were at the same level. "Look at you. With those black curls of yours and your pink cheeks, you're just too adorable."
Adorable could work, too, for now anyway. Melyn puffed his cheeks then released his breath in long sigh. He tilted his head and from under his black hair gave James a suggestive look, which probably went unnoticed. "Cute enough to give me a kiss?"
"A kiss? Sure, why not." James gave Melyn's forehead a quick press of lips.
"That's not what I meant." Melyn stood up. Leaning forward he put his hands on James's cheeks and pressed his mouth against James's. He darted out with his tongue and licked the tender and soft skin.
"Hey." James lifted Melyn. "Did you just lick me?"
"So?" Melyn asked.
"Nothing." James sighed and set Melyn down on the couch.
"I just wanted to taste you." Melyn plopped down and pressed himself against James's side. "Is there something wrong with it?"
"Are all the fairies as weird as you?"
"You can't even imagine it." Melyn wiggled his way under James's arm into James's lap.
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Melyn opened his eyes, yawned and stretched his arms above him. He turned his head and looked at the face of the human sleeping on the pillow beside him. He inched closer and wrapped his arms around the forearm on which James rested his head. He rubbed his cheeks against the soft skin on the underside and the side of the arm. It was so soft and felt so good.
He pushed the cloth that served as a blanket away and half-lay on the forearm, delighting at the touch of James against his body. He pressed his lower body closer and he almost choked on the sinister delight when, through the fabric of his underwear, his semi-hard flesh touched James's skin. He would have loved to tear his underwear away, but last night when he wanted to sleep nude like always, James hadn't allowed him on his pillow until he put his briefs back on and promised to keep them on.
He closed his eyes, his cheek against the skin, and his small hands stroked every inch he could reach, while his body moved against the arm. Sometimes when he was alone in his part of the common 'nest', the corner withdrawn from drafts and filled with hanging rags and clothes they used as sleeping nets and for storage, he curled up and thinking of James's golden hair and his nice green eyes, jerked off. But that was nothing compared to this. It wasn't even close.
His eyes opened and he stared at the James's face, his groin grinding against James. Small pants left his throat as the carnal delight burnt through his veins, the electrifying pleasure zigzagging up his spine.
James's eyelids fluttered opened, revealing the green of his irises, his eyes drowsily staring at Melyn. "What are you doing?"
"Coming." Melyn gasped as his eyes rolled back and he stained his underwear.
"Umm?"
Melyn rolled down from James's arm onto his back. He closed his eyes, his lungs gulping the air. That was something.
A moment of silence before the surface under Melyn moved. "Did you just jerk yourself off on my arm?"
Melyn opened an eye, he looked at the James who leaned over him stared at him. "Yeah, it was great."
"You are really something." James looked like he didn't know whether he should laugh or be annoyed.
"You are not repulsed, right?" Melyn opened the other eye, too. "You like men, not girls, right?"
"Yeah." James nodded. "How do you know?"
"Oh, I heard some girls gossiping."
"Damn, does everybody know?" James wrinkled his forehead , then smoothed it and sat up. "Not that it matters. The thing that matters is you and your soiled underwear." He grabbed Melyn around the waist and lifted him up. "I don't have anything against sperm, just as long as it isn't on my pillow.
Melyn held onto James's fingers, he didn't try to escape or to fight it, he wasn't even interested in where James was taking him. There were other, more pressing matters to be dealt with. "That's good. Does that mean I can count on a blowjob?"
"Not from me." James stood up from the bed and went into the bathroom; he put Melyn into the sink that was opposite the large bathtub.
"Not even if I jerk you off in return?"
"Get out of your pants."
"Yes, sir." Melyn almost lost his footing in the rush to get rid of his underwear. "Does that mean we have a deal?"
"Melyn, your height is eleven inches, while mine is six foot. There's not going to be any deal." James turned on the faucet, adjusted the warmth of the water and thrust into Melyn's hands a drop of the soap. "Now, wash yourself and stop sputtering nonsense."
"Oh." Melyn looked down, his mouth making a pout.
"Don't make that face." James took Melyn's underwear and started to wash it under the bath's faucet.
"I can make any face that I want." The pout lingered on Melyn's face as he started to wash himself.
"Why are you even making that face? And why are you acting like you are trying to seduce me all the time? I might start to think you are in love with me."
"What if I am?"
"You can't be. You don't know me." James turned off the water then wrung out the small piece of fabric.
"Yes, I do. I've known you since you started working in the cubicle on the third floor." Melyn said. Their first 'nest' when they were still exploring the building, had been on the ceiling planks just above James's working space and Melyn a lot of times amused himself with watching him.
"That was more than five years ago." James turned around. "You have been watching me? For five years?"
Melyn nodded, his gaze focused on his feet.
"That should probably disturb me." James turned the sink's faucet off. "But for some reason I think it's cute. And if you were my size, I would love to take you out on a date."
"You would?"
"Yes, of course." James smiled. He took the smallest towel that he had out from the cabinet beside the sink and gave it to Melyn, then from the cabinet pulled out a hairdryer and stared to dry Melyn's underwear with it.
"If I were your size, would you give me a blowjob?" Melyn wrapped himself in the towel.
James turned the hairdryer off and put it away. Then he helped Melyn out of the sink. "If I spent time with you and we connected, I don't see any reason why not."
"Is that a yes?"
"I guess it is." James gave the little slip of fabric to Melyn before he lifted Melyn up.
"Where are we going?"
"You are going to dress." James put him down on the floor before the bathroom door. "While I get a quick shower."
"Uh-uh." A big grin appeared on Melyn's face. Naked James. He licked his lips and, still wrapped in too-big towel, stumbled back into the bathroom. "I'm going to watch."
"Oh, no, you don't." James pushed him out and slammed and locked the door behind him.
"How rude." A frown appeared on Melyn's face; he banged against the door. "Let me in! You selfish human. Let me in!"
#
"Stop pouting and come here." James looked over the counter on which he was pilling the things they had bought in their shopping spree at the pocket of his jacket that hung over the back of the dining room chair.
Melyn, whose legs dangled out of the pocket, lifted his head, so that he could see James over the edge of the pocket. He raised his hand and curled all its fingers but the middle one– the gesture he had seen today at the shopping centre; some upset youngster had showed it to an adult.
"You're acting like a baby." James said. "That was my friend and I had done nothing wrong."
Melyn looked away.
"I should be the one upset with you. You yelled, 'finders keepers', at my friend in the middle of the store. You are lucky nobody saw you. And you bit me." James said. "You behaved like a four-year-old baby having a tantrum"
Melyn's glanced at James's injured forefinger. "I'm sixty-eight years old. I'm not a baby." He crossed his arms and refused to say anything more.
"Stubborn, I see." James leaned his elbows on the counter. "Does that mean you don't want the clothes I bought for you while you were in the florist shop? Or the strawberries that you wanted so much?"
Melyn craned his neck; he looked at the things on the counter. Strawberries! "You bought –" He abruptly closed his mouth and sank deeper into the pocket, so that the mop of his black curls and his legs were visible. He could hear James's chuckles and it only made him pout more.
"Melyn. My friend and I always flirt, we don't mean anything by it."
Melyn could hear steps and the rustling of clothes before a hand touched and rubbed his dangling legs.
"I don't know why I'm even explaining this to you, it's not like we are dating or something..."
Not dating or something! Melyn had been in love with this ass of a human for five years. He had an urge to kick out, but he managed to restrain himself.
"Come out, stop stretching my pocket."
Silence.
"I'll give you a kiss."
Melyn's eyes widened and he peeked out at James, who was squatting down before the chair. "On the lips?"
"On the face would be a more accurate term." James said.
Melyn pulled his legs into the pocket and holding on the pocket's edge he lifted himself onto his knees. He closed his eyes and pursing his lips together he offered them to James.
James sighed and pressed a kiss on Melyn's face, then straightened. "Are we fine now?"
"Another one."
"I already feel like a pervert as it is." James patted Melyn's head and stood up. He went back to the counter.
"What's a pervert?" Melyn imagined the wings on his back and when they appeared, he flew out of the pocket and followed James.
"Somebody who is doing improper things." James resumed pulling the things out of the bags.
"Why is kissing me improper?" Melyn descended on the counter.
"Because you are so small." James put some things in the refrigerator that was on the other side, one cabinet away from the stove. "And because your actions are not exactly innocent and you awake feelings that I would rather not feel for someone your size."
"So, if I were the same size...?" Melyn reached into the pocket on the right side of his pants, his fingers touching smooth sand in his pocket. When he in the shopping centre had seen a florist's shop, he had asked James to leave him there for a while, and James had, reluctantly and after a lot of persuasion. That had given him time to collect the magic from the blossoms behind the florist's back. It was a good thing he still remembered the basic spell for magic harvesting.
"But you are not." James moved back to the counter and moved the small transparent pink box with "Ken" written on it before him.
"But if I was?"
"Than kissing you wouldn't make me a pervert." James tore the box open.
"Would you do more than kissing?"
"Why are you asking me questions like this? You are tiny and that won't change."
That's what you think. Melyn wiggled his fingers though the dust in his pocket. "Just answer."
"If you were my size then I would do whatever you wanted, okay?"
"Yes." Melyn couldn't hide the wicked smile that stretched his lips. Now, if he could only remember the Welsh for 'large as a human'.
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Melyn stared in the mirror in the bathroom, and he couldn't actually believe that the he managed to make the spell work. He giggled. It worked. Too bad that he had needed almost two days for that – and it would have taken even longer if James hadn't helped him find the words on his gadget, the computer, the thing that Darwen was so interested in. And too bad that he only had enough dust for three hours. He frowned. Only for three hours. And he wasn't used to the whole coordination thing. The size hadn't changed, just perspective, but also the distance between him and objects.
He tried to grab the glass standing on the narrow shelf above the sink and his hand bumped against the wall. "Ouch."
"Melyn. What are you doing?" The steps rushed toward the bathroom and James appeared through the door. "Mel-" James stopped with opened mouth and one foot in the bathroom. "Melyn? What?" His gaze travelled up and down Melyn's body. He closed his mouth, opened it again and closed it before he blinked a couple of times. "How...?"
Melyn turned and grinned. He ran his fingers through his hair, almost poking his eye in the process, before he put his hand on his hip and pushed his pelvis out, delighting in the way James's eyes were fixed on his naked body. "Not bad, right?"
"Well..." James seemed to have trouble with swallowing. He made two steps forward. "How did you...?"
"Magic." Melyn closed that little distance that divided them.
"Magic?"
"I am a fairy, you know. And fairies are magical creatures." Melyn put his hand on James's shoulder. Okay, he was getting the hang of that coordination thing.
"Yes, I can see that, but..."
"Now, give me a kiss." Melyn pushed himself onto his toes, since he was still a shorter than James by two inches. He pursed his lips.
"What?" James stepped back.
"You said that if I were the same size as you, you would do whatever I want." The grin on Melyn's face modified into something completely indecent as he took a step forward.
"Erm... I did say it, but I didn't know you could transform like that." James would have retreated, but because of the wall behind him, there was nowhere to retreat.
"You said it." Melyn pressed himself against James. "And that's the same as a promise." He pushed his hands under James's shirt.
"Melyn..." James put his hands over Melyn's, holding them immobile.
"Doesn't it feel good when I touch you?" Melyn pulled himself on his toes again and he pressed a kiss on James's mouth.
"Well, I can't say that it feels bad." James said against Melyn's mouth.
Melyn could complain about the choice of words, but he preferred to use the opportunity to shove his tongue down James's throat. He entangled him into a soft, sensual kiss that left both panting after it ended.
"You feel and taste so good." Melyn leaned his temple on James's cheeks. He could feel his blood rushing south and he wanted to press himself against James, to touch him, to immerse himself in him.
"You are not bad either." James released Melyn's hands. "A little over the top, and you give me one shock after the other, but..." With his hands he cupped Melyn's cheeks, forcing him to lean back and look at him. "You are so cute, even in your bigger version." His lips touched Melyn's before he laid a kiss first on Melyn's left eyelid, then the right one.
"I would rather be hot or sexy." Melyn's splayed fingers ran up and down James's torso.
"You are too adorable for that." James chuckled, but when Melyn's fingers rubbed against his nipple, in a not so adorable way, his chuckle changed into a catch of breath. His face become serious and his eyes got a slightly glazed look.
A sly smile decorated Melyn's face as his hands slid lower and started to untie the binding of James's slacks.
"What are you going to do?"
"Isn't it obvious? I'm going to undress you." Melyn pushed the untied slacks with the loose boxers over James's hips. They fell to the floor.
"And then what?"
"Then hopefully, you'll let me do what I want." The shirt was next, before Melyn turned James around. He would have preferred to drink in the sight of James's strong body, of the muscles that flexed under that unblemished skin, but he was on a time limit here.
"And what is that?" James set his hands on the tiled wall before him.
"I want to kiss you and touch you." Melyn pressed a kiss on James's neck, his hands caressed James's sides, then glided down to knead the tight ass. He was surprised when James didn't object, when all that he got were hushed moans that sent shivers up his spine and made the blood pump even faster in his veins.
He pressed closer, his chest touched James's back and his erection wedged into the crease of James's ass. His chest heaved as he wrapped his arms around James's middle and his hips started to move on their own.
"Melyn." James's voice was raspy and slightly out of breath. "I don't intend to be your rubbing pole again. You better stop, and if you don't have a self-lubricating dick, you should also prepare me."
Melyn frowned, he really didn't want to stop and the 'prepare me' thing didn't sound too appealing. But in the end, when James promised him that it was going to feel even better, he shifted away from James. They moved to the sink, and listening to his instructions Melyn greased his fingers with a sticky, transparent gel and then pushed one finger into James's ass. It felt hot and smooth and the way the walls contracted around his digit, Melyn almost came, right then and there.
He couldn't wait to be buried inside James and when he was, the feeling of James around him was overwhelming, it made him dizzy and for a few long moments he couldn't even move, too afraid that if he did he would just embarrassed himself.
"Wrap your fingers around my cock." James's wavering voice instructed him and widened his stance.
Melyn leaned his cheek on James's shoulder, his arm went around James's hips and he curled his hand around James's thick erection.
"Now, jerk me off."
Melyn started to move his fist up and down James, while he slid partly out and pushed back in, plunging into the tight hole, where the moist, smooth walls were caressing him and gripping around him. It was heavenly, better than any thing that had experienced in sixty-eight years of life, and he couldn't keep himself from pushing deeper and harder.
He pressed a kiss on James's skin, the small moans coming from James's throat every time he impaled him on his hard shaft made his gut twist in fervid delight. He dug the fingers of his free hand into James's hips, his hips rolling as he rammed into the wet heat. The drops of sweat stuck his curls to his forehead and temples and the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed in the small room, adding fuel to an already burning fire. It was too much. Too much of everything and he couldn't take it any more. The voluptuous tension in his balls threatened to explode, but he didn't want to stop moving, to stop grinding his body into James's, wishing that this feeling of carnal bliss would last forever.
James's insides squeezed around Melyn almost painfully and Melyn couldn't hold the roaring orgasm at bay anymore. It crashed on him like a tornado, swept him off his feet and shoved him into the abyss of raw pleasure. His limbs shook as he emptied himself inside James, his hands still working, albeit weakly, on James.
James's fingers found their way between Melyn's, he tightened Melyn's grip around him and accelerated its rhythm until his spine arched, a raspy groan escaped between his lips and he spilled himself on the white cabinet.
"That was so good," Melyn gasped out, refusing to move away or out of James. "How many times we can do this in two and-a-half hours?"
#
Melyn felt the urge to whine. He didn't want to leave. Why did he need to leave? Couldn't James stay at home, and they could go to the nearest florist's shop and gather more magic dust, and go to the office tomorrow?
But James said, no. He said that Melyn should go back home since his clan was probably worried about him.
Melyn knew that he was right but... He was still in the whining mood when they arrived at the office and when he sneaked from James's office into the ventilator duct, but he consoled himself that separation from James was just a temporary thing.
As soon as he returned to the 'nest', everybody gathered around him, admiring his new clothes and gladly accepting the fruits James had given him for the fairies. And there was also a bottle of ale and some food waiting in James's office to gather after the working hours.
He planned -- as soon as he had assured everybody that he was fine and that James's seeing him hadn't put his clan into any danger -- to return to James's side, to curl in James's pocket or somewhere near, but Blaenor, the clan's leader and his mom, kept a close eye on him.
She caught him when he wanted to sneak out. First she give him a lecture, about how fairies are forbidden to make a first contact with humans, but since she had heard from Darwen that it had been more of an accident than a planned thing, she wasn't too heavy on his case, but she did wiggle the promise from him that he wouldn't approach James until she talked with James and made sure that he really didn't pose any threat.
Fairies might lie and steal, but when they gave their word they always abided by it.
So Melyn, like a good boy, waited for the Blaenor's return with Darwen, who was full of annoying questions and who couldn't be chased away with short answers. Darwen could be so annoying. And when his mom returned, he was prepared to rush to James, but was stopped in his tracks when his mom ordered the whole clan to start packing.
"What? Why? What's happening?"
"I just talked to James." His mother smoothed her black hair tied into a high ponytail. "I like him. He's a mature and polite young man, and he doesn't act irresponsible and spoiled like somebody that I know."
"Yeah, so?" Melyn asked. "Why are we packing?"
"Because he is going to take us out of this building and out of the city, to the country."
"What?" Melyn needed to lean on the metal wall of the square tube.
"He has a sister, who has a house with a large garden and he said we could live there if we want."
"And you trusted him?" Darwen asked.
"I use a spell of truth and intentions on him." The Blaenor said. "He can be trusted." She looked at Melyn. "But you on the other hand..." She shook his head. "I heard what you did to him."
Melyn had a decency to blush. "Mooom."
The Blaenor chuckled. "You are a piece of work, you really are, but I'm happy for you. I know that you have been pining for him for a long time."
"Mooom. Stop embarrassing me."
"Nobody is embarrassing you. Well, except your childish behaviour." The Blaenor said. "Now, boys, go pack."
The sleeping and storing cloths were quickly pulled down and together with personal belongings tied up with ribbons. Then the fairies with their bundles sneaked into James's office, where James waited for them with a fabric shopping bag.
"Why are you doing this?" Melyn climbed into the pocket of his jacket.
"Because the office is no place for fairies and I can help you live somewhere more appropriate for you." James said. He waited until all the fairies were comfortably resting in the bag before he lifted it.
Melyn knew already what expected of him; the trip by the train in the underground, James called it the Tube, but what he didn't expect was James taking them into a metal box, similar to those that that drove around on the asphalt between the buildings.
"It's called a car." Darwen explained to everybody as they floated out of the bag, which James set on the floor before the passenger seat. "I saw many pictures of it on the internet."
"You use the internet?" James turned the key in the ignition.
The machine buzzed to life and some of the older fairies and the children got scared and hid back in the bag, while the Blaenor and the other fairies occupied the passenger seat.
"Sometimes." Darwen flew up on the dashboard.
"He watches humans while they use erm, the computers. Here and there he tries to use it on his own, but he can't go as far as you did when you looked up those words for me." Melyn sat down on James's thigh.
"My sister has two children and they are both hooked on the computer. I think that they would love to show you how it works." James said to Darwen.
"Would they really?" Darwen got all excited.
"Who cares?" Melyn mumbled under his breath. He leaned his back on James's torso, enjoying the warmth. Listening with one ear to the conversation between Darwen and James, he looked out of the window to the sky that could be seen between the tall buildings.
With each driven mile the buildings became shorter and shorter, with the green tops of the trees between them. The car slowed down and drove on a sandy road.
"Just fifteen minutes more." James patted Melyn's head before his hand was back on the steering wheel. "You are going to love it here, Melyn. My sister has a large garden with lots of different flowers, and there's a small forest nearby. I'll show you my favourite spots when I visit for the weekend."
"What?" Melyn looked up at James.
"My sister has a garden and there's a forest nearby."
"Not that. You said that you are going to come for a weekend."
"Yeah, I usually visit every second weekend or less, when there's a lot of work, but I'll try to come every weekend."
"That won't do."
"Oh, here we are." James stopped the car.
All the fairies, even those who spent the ride in the bag, flew up and glued themselves to the window.
A kind-looking two-storey- house in the middle of lush greenery greeted them.
After the car motor was turned off, James went inside the house, saying that he had better explain to his sister, Alice, why he had come, before she saw the fairies and had a heart attack.
Melyn watched James disappear though the house's door before he turned to his mother. "I'm going home with him. I'm not leaving him."
"But honey, you have to consider, you might have known him for five years, but he has only known you for three days. What if he doesn't want you there?"
"I'm going back with him."
"But, honey..."
"Let the boy go," said the oldest fairy, whom they all called Ewythr, the uncle. "If being with this human makes him happy, you should let him go."
"Yeah, mom, please."
"I don't know."
Soon the other fairies started to give their support to Melyn, who was quite surprised, but he took all the back-up that was offered and his mother gave in. Actually with almost all the clan supporting Melyn there was nothing else she could do. At the end she even gave him the pouch with magic dust -- or what was left of it, since now there were more than enough blossoms for harvesting magic from.
James came out from the house, with a blonde woman who looked like him by his side. He opened the car doors and took the bag out from the car, and then after all the fairies flew out on the open- except Melyn who hid behind the seat- he closed the car door.
James introduced Blaenor and Alice, and they talked quite some time.
The voices drifted by Melyn, but he was too restless and excited to really focus on the words. He almost lost his patience when the door opened.
James threw his jacket over the passenger seat. "Where is Melyn? I want to say goodbye to him?"
"He's probably pouting, because you are leaving so soon." The Blaenor said. "My son gets really childish when something doesn't go his way."
"Yeah, I noticed." James sighed. "It's a shame. I hope he has calmed down by my next visit."
"I'm sure he will." Alice patted James's shagged shoulder. "And I'm confident that he will like it here, you don't have to worry."
Melyn sneaked into the pocket of James's jacket.
"You are probably right." James squeezed Alice in a hug and nodded to the Blaenor before he slipped into the car's front seat and started the engine. He drove off, giving a last wave to the woman and the floating creature.
Melyn yawned and snuggled deeper into the pocket. If James thought that seeing each other every weekend would be enough for Melyn, he was wrong. And if he thought that Melyn would so easily accept that, he was in for a surprise. For a big surprise. And since this time he was coming with James with his clan's blessing, there were more surprises in store for James. He smiled and wrapped his arms tighter around the pouch filled with a week and a half worth of magic dust. A week and a half worth of magic dust. And plans of how he was going to use it. James wouldn't even know what hit him. He giggled.
The end (for now)