Notes: I do believe I was blushing through the entire writing of this one, its actually a bit of practice for another. I can't say this was my first yaoi lemon (nope, no excuses for me), but it was the first one I deemed worthy of exsposing to the light of day and critical eye of the reader, so please be kind.
"Where?" Gateau questioned, just hopping the fence and a good way from the oak.
"Here," Marron spoke softer as the distance narrowed between them, poking one eyes around the trunk playfully.
Picking up the pace Gateau ran for the tree just as the mage ran from it and through the middle of the field, parting the waist-high grass.
Turning to admonish the other for being too slow, he was caught off gaurd as Gateau tackled him head on sending both of them tumbling to the ground in a most compromising posistion. The warm wind blew at their clothes as Gateau leaned in to kiss Marron's sweet lips, relishing the feel of the small body beneath his own. Pulling back, he sat up to straddle Marron's hips.
"Gotcha'," he gleamed, mind once agin pondering the beauty that was Marron. He looked simply irresistable laying flat on the warm ground, sun catching the smoothness of his long dark hair and a faint smile resting on his face. One hand lay primly the other came to rest on Gateau's muscular thigh.
"So, what do I get?"
"Hm," the boy replied gazing at the flawless blue sky. For a moment that was the only answer he recieved . He was almost ready to complain when the hand on his thigh moved upward to softly cup his manhood through the tight fabric of his jeans. Bright blue eyes locked with gold ones and a predatory smile appeared on Gateau's face only t obe replaced by a look of surprise as long fingers squeezed the most sensitive part of his anatomy.
"Whatever shall I give you?" Marron asked coyly. Sitting up he slipped an arm around Gateau's waist, pulling them close and forcing the larger man to spread his legs further apart and creating a most precarious contact.
"No fair."
"What?"
"Making me ask after I've won." His false anger was betrayed as he nuzzled into Marron's hair, inhaling the natural fresh scent.
"You don't have to ask, not this time," his hand left the jeans and untucked the shirt from their edge. As his head laid against one side of Gateau's chest his hand found the nipple on the opposite. Three fingers ran across and the fourth and fifth caught it, pinching softly until it became hard. Using the same hand he pushed the shirt up enough to allow his mouth access. Taking the nub between his lips he ran his tongue over it, drawing away to blow cool air over the wetness and sen shivers through his partner.
Unable to stand the one-sided affection, the blond took action. Slipping easily from his vest, Gateau allowed Marron to remove his shirt entirely. Pulling his legs from their place beneath the other man Marron, somewhat accidentally, made him losse his balance and fall to the grass with a none to graceful thud, knees pointing skyward and Marron kneeling between them.
"Ow," Gateau complained, "that really hurt!"
Skeptically, Marron leant over him. "I thought your head was harder than that." Suddenly he felt an arm wrap around his waist as found himself once again pinned under Gateau who smirked at him. All he got in response was a raised eyebrow.
"Mine," Gateau stated prior to capturing the tantalizing lips before him and initiaing an elaborate dance of tongues. Exploring the deep recess of Marron's mouth, he enjoyed the sweet taste of his lover like fresh strawberries after a spring rain. Forced to part by the need of oxygen he used the moment to unclasp the collar of Marron's concealing robes, pushing them down around the thin shoulders and seeing a blush rise on the face before him. Mentally he laughed, no matter how many times they did this Marron was still shy. It made him even more tempting. Golden eyes watched him closely, filled with expectation and ever present trust.
Lowering himself on all fours, Gateau kissed the pale skin of Marron's shoulder. There would be a mark tomorrow but for now there was only his love's reaction. Each breath was like an invitation; he would accept. Nipping lightly in the same place he was rewarded with another soft moan. Dividing his attention, Gateau trailed one hand to Marron's sash, untying it with one motion and slipping under the tunic to run light touches the chest and flat stomach located there. He recieved a sigh from Marron as one ivory arm wrapped about his neck and drew them closer still. Uncontented he broke off his ministrations to pull Marron up and push the fabric over his head, taking a moment to caress his dark hair before laying him back into the tall grass.
Gateau sighed, "Beautiful."
This led a chuckle to meet his ears. The overused compliment had become their own inside joke, but truly he meant it each time and Marron knew that as well. Lost momentarily in this thought on the matter Marron came to to find himself being devested of his shoes and pants.
Realizing that, by rules of their game, he should be doing the "work" Marron was about to say something but all his thoughts dissipated instantly as Gateau's warm mouth closed around his hardening length. Slowly Gateau moved up and down, swallowing the entirety over and over. Unable to watch without blushing furiously, Marron focused his eyes on the sky above. His breath became shallow, transforming into gasps and pants as his body filled with pleasure urged on by his lover. One delicate hand caught in Gateau's short hair, guiding and asking for a quicker pace. The request was granted as Gateau sped up, bringing him near the brink but pulling away just a bit too soon.
He smiled slightly as his smaller lover whimpered in protest. Marron was so different in making love than in other walks of life, here his stoic shield was dropped and true feelings were revealed. Gateau reveled in it, heart soaring each time a flush painted those pale cheeks as it was now. Golden eyes refocused to watch him intently as he drew a small tube from his jeans, looking on appreciatively as the pants themselves were discarded to reveal the muscled form beneath.
Pulling the cap off the tube, Gateau coated his fingers with the clear substance. One finger sought Marron's tight entrance, his love being distracted with a kiss, he slipped it inside. The mage hissed against his mouth but made no more protest. Soon their kiss was deeper, passions beyond the point of human control, and two more fingers were added without notice. Carefully Gateau prepared the smaller man for what was to come, reaching until he hit a spot that caused Marron to gasp in something other than pain. Feeling his own need could be delayed no longer Gateau withdrew and positioned himslef.
At Marron's nod he plunged into the boy with one swift motion. The mage's head fell back as the sensation of completeness embraced his mind. Gateau paused, taking a breath and giving Marron a moment ot adjust. The mage seemed so fragile when they made love, and the last thing Gateau wanted to do was hurt him. Feeling Marron push against him impatiently he began to move.
He went slowly at first, setting rhythm and stroking Marron's erection in time. Shifting a bit he hit the spot that made Marron gasp. And again. The sounds his lover made broke the last strand of control as blind passion consumed his body and thoughts of Marron his mind.
His speed increased and they moved together in sweet synergy. Faster and faster under the watching sky untill with a cry of Gateau's name Marron came. This sent Gateau over the edge and into pure bliss, with one final thrust he spilled his hot seed into Marron.
As the bright lights cleared from his head he collasped beside the mage, pulling him close and placing a light kiss on his forehead. "Love me?"
"Always."
And they would have lain there comfortably but Marron kept fidgeting.
"What?" Gateau finally asked, wondering what could possibly be wrong with the usually still mage.
"The grass," he said, once again shifting positions, "it itches."
Gateau chuckled, drawing Marron up to lay across his own broad chest. "That's what you get for playing games."
~finis~
