[♥] They hadn't realized it yet, that they were on the verge of being outed. That they had been caught already, and pictures and rumours were flying rapidly around the school. The two went on to fence after class as they always did. They changed separately, and joined in the central room, masks on and swords drawn.
"Don't hold back today, Hersh."
"Same to you, Randall."
[♥] Randall smiled beneath his mask, and held his sword up at the ready, resting it against Hershel's. They both stood at the ready, and heartily began. Their swords clashing together passionately. They had been practicing for a few months now, and had honestly gotten pretty good. Randall dodged down, swiping his sword up to clash with Hershel's again. He was back on his feet and took another hearty stab, only to be knocked away by the quick hands of his brunette partner.
"You're getting quick, Hershel, but there's one thing you're forgetting."
"Ah? And what's that?"
"You're keeping yourself too exposed!"
[♥] He grinned beneath the mask, swinging down again and moving in on Hershel, a hand raised and fingers wiggling. Only to be stopped by a sharp poke in his stomach. He froze, looking down and seeing the ball of the sword pressed against him, and his eyes widened.
"You thought I was keeping myself exposed, Randall, but in reality I was misleading you. I knew you'd go in to attack if you figured you had an opening, you would lower your defence, and that would be my chance."
"So your best defence is a low defence? Hershel that's brilliant!"
[♥] The brunette removed his mask, a small smile on his face. He wasn't sure if that plan was going to work, but it had gone through flawlessly. He had won this match, for the first time in a long time. And he couldn't be prouder of it.
"You're getting real good, Hersh. Maybe one day you'll be as good as me."
"As good as you? Randall, who exactly won that match?"
[♥] A small chuckle escaped the still-masked partner. The sword dropped and his hands raised, removing his mask as well. He shook out his hair, fluffing it back up to it's normal state, and gave Hershel the best grin he could. It wasn't everyday Hershel was this confident in his ability in, really, much of anything. And it was always a breath of fresh air to Randall. He moved in close, his eyes falling half lidded as he leaned in towards Hershel, kissing him softly. It was a shame, really, that they could only do this in private... that they couldn't express their love to the rest of the school. It was even worse when Randall had to fake a relationship just to lower suspicion... but moments like this, pure bliss and love, made all the hardships worth it. One kiss lead into another, and another, and soon Hershel was being covered in small, tender kisses all along his face.
"You may've won the match, but I got the reward, Hersh."
[♥] Hershel couldn't help but grin, a small giggle escaping him, until Randall moved a tiny bit lower, and started leaving small kisses all along his boyfriends neck. Hershel gasped a bit, covering his mouth and trying to move Randall away with a small noise;
"We're in public, Randall."
"Yeah, we're in public, and if we're quiet, we probably won't get caught."
"But what if we are?"
"Who really stays this late after school, Hersh? We'll be fine."
[♥] Hershel went quiet, and after a second he turned his head, looking away and biting his lip nervously. Randall took that as his okay and snaked his hands around Hershel's back and got back to work, kissing all along his neck. After a moment or two, Randall took the initiative to slowly lower Hershel to the ground, positioning himself over him, one leg between his, the other bracing himself against the fencing mat. His leg shuffled up, and he grinned softly;
"Guess you're more excited for this than you thought you would be, huh Hersh?"
[♥] And there it was, a smooth blush across Hershel's face, and a small nod. Before Randall even knew to move, Hershel began grinding his hips against Randall. Randall had to quickly stifle a moan, but started reciprocating almost immediately, his eyes glancing down at his partner, who was covering his face with his hands, a strong blush still very apparent on the far ends of his cheeks. Of course, that didn't last long, Randall moved his hands, gently moving them above Hershel's head.
"Don't hide, Hersh. I-- ahh-- want to see your face."
[♥] And he flustered, biting his lip to stifle a moan, but nodded up at his partner in crime. His head soon lolled back, his mouth parting a bit, trying to catch his breath as his hips picked up the pace. Randall grinned, moving Hershel's arms again, wrapping them around him and hoisting Hershel up closer, picking up his own pace just a little. He couldn't help but quietly moan against Hershel's neck. Feeling Hershel breathing heavily against his neck definitely didn't help their current situation, and Randall's voice picked up just a bit, enough for Hershel to silence him with a kiss, giving him a knowing smile after. Randall gave him a reassuring nod, and buried his head in Hershel's shoulder to muffle any further moans.
They had to work with relative haste. If the janitor didn't hear actual swords clashing, he'd come in to clean, so Randall picked up his pace once again, gasping out and moaning Hershel's name into his shoulder. He was already feeling close, and by his partners subtle name calling, he assumed Hershel was too. And when Hershel began biting and sucking on his neck, Randall's head began to spin. His pace picked up just a bit more, reaching his climax quickly, and in a spur of the moment rush of pleasure;
"A-ahhhh! Hershel~~!!"
[♥] Hershel tried to quiet him, but quickly moaned out as well, reaching his own end within a few seconds. He slacked back onto the mat, looking up at his tired partner with a look of complete bliss and relief.
"Wish we could, Hersh... really wanna lay down and all but, we can't get caught like this. We gotta go get changed."
[♥] The small brunette nodded, and hoisted himself to his feet with Randall's help. They shared a final kiss before moving towards the changerooms, completely unaware that someone had seen their ordeal, and has proof.
"Of course I'm still mad, you kissed someone else in front of me!"
"What was I supposed to say? Oh sorry I'm actually a flaming homosexual!? I can't do that, Hersh, we're both in the closet!"
"I know!! I know..! And I wouldn't still be mad if I had gotten some sort of apology..."
"You're saying you expected me to make it up to you?"
"Yeah... just to know you still loved me."
"Why would you ever think I don't love you?"
"Because... because... because you seemed more into that kiss than any with me!"
"You're joking, right? Hersh it was a dare!"
"You could have made it a bit less convincing!"
"I had to play it straight, if I didn't seem into it everyone would know!"
"But now Angela thinks you're interested and.. and... and I'm..."
"Scared I'll leave her for you? Come on, say it, I dare you!"
"Yes, I'm scared!"
"Why would you ever be scared, Hershel!? I love YOU, I ONLY love you!"
"Then make it up for me, if you loved me you'd have no problem doing something to make me happy again!"
[♥] That's when Randall first saw it; that Hershel had gotten to a rather extreme anger, because his entire body was shaking and tears were beginning to stream down his face. It wasn't long until the other was flat out sobbing. Hershel really did hate getting angry. With a sigh, Randall approached him;
"Hershel..."
"No! No stay away from me!!"
[♥] The other was tugged into an unwilling embrace, and Randall had to hold him tightly as he struggled against his embrace. After a minute or two, the brunette had finally given up and broke down in the others arms. Randall softly shushed him, rubbing his back silently for a few moments before saying;
"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to make you upset... I'll make it up to you."
"H-how?"
[♥] Randall thought about it. How could he make it up to Hershel exactly? Ideas swarmed his mind, but got just as quickly rejected... until...
"How about... I do something for you that I wouldn't do for anyone else in the world?"
"D-do you mean...?"
"Mhm. what do you say?"
"That... that could work."
[♥] Randall smirked as Hershel finally pulled back a bit to look him in the eye. Not that it lasted long as they shut the moment Randall's lips pressed against his. Their tongues didn't hesitate to mingle as one, and Randall's cold hands immediately trailed up Hershel's oxford, causing him to shudder with delight. Once he parted he smirked;
"You were anticipating this, weren't you?"
"A-a gentleman never reveals his secrets..."
"You just can't hold your excitement around me, can you?"
[♥] Two hands moved down, slowly unbuckling Hershel's belt and undoing his pants, a stil-cold hand diving in and gently grazing fingers over his hardening member. A sharp gasp escaped Hershel, who's knees buckled, barely being held up by Randall.
"Why don't we move this to your bed, before your knees give out... not that I'd mind that."
[♥] Hershel gave a very brief nod, before Randall grabbed his tie and practically dragged him over, tossing him down on the bed. He smirked a bit, climbing on top of him and pressing his lips against Hershel's neck. That same hand diving back under and grazing over Hershel's member. The brunette's back arched as a pleasured, lustful groan escaped him.
"R-Randall...!!"
"Mmmn? What is it? You don't want more, do you?"
"Please..."
"I suppose... since I am making it up to you and all."
[♥] He made quick work undoing Hershel's tie and removing his vest. Each button was removed with a small kiss along Hershel's collar, causing the other to moan with anticipation. He wanted Randall, now, he couldn't take it...
[♥] Hershel was sat up to remove his oxford, and his hips were lifted shortly after to slide off his pants and boxers. The other's erection was fully visible, and this could only make Randall smirk;
"You really can't contain your excitement around me, can you?"
"I suppose not, but..."
"Let me guess; 'a true gentleman is never afraid to show exactly how much he loves his partner'"
"...Shut up."
[♥] He smiled, propping himself up on his knees and stripping himself of his blazer, shirt, and ascot. His pants and boxers were removed as well, and, naturally, he was in no better condition than Hershel. But he looked around, finally reaching into Hershel's drawer and pulling out the lubricant. Hershel shook his head, and Randall grinned;
"Not in the mood to cry today?"
"Sh-shut up, a-and no, not really. I've... I've got a more pleasant idea."
"More pleasant than me plowing you hard enough that you cry?"
"...More or less."
[♥] He pressed back, pushing Randall down onto the bed and kneeling over him. He was silent, a strong blush across his face and his eyes were glittering with determination as he finally leaned down, licking the other's member from base to tip. He felt the other shudder beneath him, a sharp groan escaping his open lips.
"A-ahh, Hersh... I thought I was supposed to be making it up to you."
"And you will if you want me to stop being angry at you."
[♥] He grunted softly, his eyes narrowing at the brunette, who dipped his head again, his tongue grazing along it again, his lips meeting the tip in a soft kiss before taking the head into his mouth. Randall thrust up on instinct, causing the other to whimper in surprise. But that didn't stop the other from thrusting, and Hershel had to hold his hips down so he could bob his own head without risk.
[♥] Randall's head turned to the side, his eyes tightly shut and his fists clenched tightly as Hershel worked. He could feel pleasure building, release drawing near. Hershel kept bobbing, drawing orgasm closer, closer, and with each moment passing, Randall's moans grew more frequent, that is until
[♥] Hershel just stopped, with a small grin on his face. Randall looked up at him, pleadingly, desperately;
"And this is how you're going to do it. Help me, and maybe I'll help you."
[♥] That's how it was, Hershel wasn't going to let Randall get off until he did. A quiet nod and Hershel had moved himself up, pressing the tip of his erection against Randall's lips, and feeling the other's tongue flick out over it. He pressed further, letting the tip enter his mouth before beginning to thrust softly. His face flushed red, buckling over with his fingers gripping into the pillow above Randall's head as the other began to bob his head on his own.
[♥] Hershel at last removed his erection from his mouth and grabbed the lubricant Randall had already taken out. Shifting back down and positioning himself between the others legs he began to prepare the other slowly. He had never done this before, and he wasn't entirely sure he was doing it right. He just did what he was pretty sure he felt.. and when the other was good and ready;
[♥] He pressed in. Oh god the feeling was completely unbelievable. He didn't think Randall would relax so well and let him in. But when his muscles did inevitably clench around him as the other was wracked with a million different sensations took his body at once. His nails dug into the bed, he was a little bit uncomfortable, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. He did have to force his muscles to relax though, so Hershel could continue to move.
[♥] Slow thrusting, so painfully slow, but Hershel had to make sure Randall could adapt. He knew full well how overwhelming this could be. So he continued slow, only beginning to very gradually speed up. It was when Randall had finally grown accustom to the intrusion, thankfully, and Hershel could finally afford to pick up the pace.
[♥] The bed beneath them was creaking wildly with every thrust Hershel made, every grunt that was sounded drowned out by the noise. The only things louder were Randall's lustful moans. It didn't take long, Hershel thrusting hard, his climax hitting him with blinding pleasure, causing him to lock up for a moment or two as the pleasure overcame him, rendering his entire body useless. It didn't matter too much, that additional intrusion was enough to send Randall over the edge as well, cumming hard against Hershel's stomach and chest with a loud moan.
[♥] When Hershel finally pulled out, he was silent. He had never exactly been quite like that before. He was normally timid in nature, yet took control of the situation without a second thought. He looked off to the side, mildly embarrassed, until the redhead beneath him took his cheeks, pulling him down for a kiss;
"Don't look so upset. You did wonderful."
"And... and I suppose you've proven you're sorry. I mean, I am rather sure you wouldn't let just anyone do such a thing."
"Hey, I didn't even picture I'd let you do that."
"Yeah, I can see that."
[♥] Finally, Hershel's scowl faded into a soft smile, sitting up on the side of the bed, standing up and bringing the other up with him;
"Why don't we do a puzzle or two? Should help take your mind off that weird feeling until it goes away."
"Sounds good, Hersh. Ah, and, just so you know, I do love you."
[♥] Why when he was all alone? Why at the worst possible moment? He may've been home alone but, he couldn't just run through Stansbury at a time like this to try to fetch Randall.
[♥] He glanced towards his room, promptly standing, despite the awkwardness of the situation. Hastily he entered his room, shutting the door behind him. How could he go about this? What would he do with himself? He was meant to be a gentleman, and there was no way a gentleman would engage in such activities.
[♥] Yet there he was, with his pants down around his knees, leaning back on his bed with his head on the pillow. His eyes met the unwelcome addition to today's activities. He'd just get rid of it really quick and get on with his day, he swore it.
[♥] A small bottle was taken from the top draw of his bedside table, and a generous amount was squeezed onto his hand. As much as he would have warmed it, it wouldn't be the genuine experience. Randall always applied it cold, and that's just what he did.
[♥] A pleasant jolt ran up and down his spine, accompanied by a small moan escaping his lips as his hand first made contact with the sensitive appendage. How long had it been since he had last done this? A year? Randall always helped him.
[♥] An unskilled hand slid firmly up and down the appendage, starting out slow but becoming gradually faster. The mental image of him nibbling his neck, sucking, licking, biting, sucking, licking, hands trailing, exploring every inch of his body. The hand grew faster once again.
[♥] His head lolled back, his eyes shutting. Trying to imagine it, and even seeing Randall's face so clearly, there was something missing. Something that his hand alone, as blindingly fast as it was moving, could not make up for.
[♥] Those unmistakable feelings, the sensations that Randall causes to spike through his body in waves of unmatched pleasure. Those skilled fingers lightly dragging along his skin, spending extra time spiraling against the most sensitive areas in his body. That dastardly tongue touching his inner thigh, while a hand tormented the other.
[♥] And oh god the biting, the hickeys, the tongue play along his neck. Moving up his jawline, along to the front of his neck and to his collar bone. His hand was moving at a blinding pace but it still wasn't enough. Randall had spoiled him and he couldn't get off on his own now.
[♥] He needed a release, needed his climax, more, he needed more, he needed;
"This is something I thought I'd never see again. Need some help there, Hersh?"
[♥] Two raven eyes shot open, meeting those of his lover. Randall, could not have better, or more embarrassing timing. Hershel didn't even need to say anything for the redhead to smirk, approaching him and sliding the brunette's pants down the rest of the way, hearing them hit the floor with the clang of his belt. Moving closer, that starchy oxford was promptly shrugged off his shoulders, leaving the afro-clad teenager entirely exposed. Lustful, hungry eyes looked up at the redhead, who clearly had little time to lose;
[♥] An ascot, waistcoat, shirt, pants, and a set of boxers had hit the ground with utmost haste, and Randall was on Hershel before he could even beg. A sharp, lustful bite was marked on Hershel's neck, with his tongue lapping at the flesh and the suction of the desired sucking sending the other wild. His nails dug into the sheet, sharp, airy moans erupting with desperation.
[♥] Those small bites moved around his neck, up his jawline, down to his collar bone, leaving a trail of hickeys wherever they went. His back arched with each new lap of the tongue, with each pleasurable bite. Oh god this was exactly what he needed.
[♥] At long last two hands joined the fray, fingers very gently teasing his skin as it traveled down his sides, moving to his hips, down into his inner thighs. Those playful, devilish hands circled the area while his lips did the work around his neck. He wasn't sure how long he'd be able to hold on like this. But just as he got used to it...
[♥] It all stopped. When he could finally reopen his eyes, Randall was above him, propped on his hands and knees with a smug smirk as he looked down at Hershel;
"Didn't we have an agreement? Once we started fucking, we said we wouldn't do that crap anymore."
"I was not running through Stansbury with a painfully obvious erection. And you're never home anyways."
[♥] He laughed. Randall was laughing at Hershel's discomfort. As mad as Hershel wanted to be, when he saw Randall pick up the bottle Hershel had carelessly tossed on the bed beside him he shut right up. He could hear it, much more than Randall would usually used was squeezed out into his hand. The cheapskate was just too thrifty to use a lot when the bottles are his.
[♥] But there was that cold sensation as Randall slowly prepared him, watching the other writhe in discomfort beneath him. His member was practically twitching, begging for its release as badly as Hershel was. When he figured Hershel was prepared, he pressed in, a pleasured groan escaping him.
[♥] So caught up in the moment he didn't even notice; Hershel wasn't crying. He was too far gone... Hershel had no idea how long Randall had been standing in the room, too caught up in the display to grab Hershel's attention. He needed this as badly as his lover did. Thrust, thrust, thrust. It started slowly, oh so painfully slowly, merely on instinct because the other was usually a sobbing mess by this point.
[♥] Leaning down he began to suck and bite on Hershel's neck again. The hickeys were prominent, and Hershel would need more than his petty oxford to hide the ones he was currently leaving along his jaw line. But with each bite, with each lap, his thrusting grew faster and more passionate.
[♥] It must have been weeks since the last time they had engaged in this. How had he managed to get by without feeling Hershel so desperately clinging to him, his fingers pressing hard against his back, his ragged breaths begging for more. With where he was positioned, each breath was directly against his ear. Not even the smallest moan made it past Randall at the moment.
[♥] That's when he suddenly felt it, the shuddering tenseness of Hershel's body as it locked up in orgasm, the white substance pattering against Randall with surprising intensity and volume. He heard the cry, and could see that Hershel had started tearing up but, his release was so close.
[♥] His head practically buried itself in Hershel's neck as a strong grunt spurred his own. His own cum filling the other as his release washed over him in a pleasurable wave. When he was sure he had regained his composure, he pulled out, seeing the tired eyes of his lover, who was long since spent. Hershel was promptly brought up, his lips pressing tenderly against Randall's for a brief moment or two, only parting when Randall stood to clean himself up.
[♥] Hershel truly did want to move but, he couldn't. The intensity of his orgasm had left him tired, unable to move, his entire body was wracked with slowly dying pleasure that left his muscles like jello. Randall tossed him his clothes with no real urgency, a smug grin on his face;
"So you remember now, why we had this agreement?"
"I never forgot... I was just a bit desperate."
"I could see that. Just remember, no one can do that like I can."
[♥] A small nod from the brunette and Randall had left a small kiss on his lips, stretching his legs and leaving the other in the room. If he was here he might as well raid their fridge for a bite to eat. He had been exploring all day, after all.
"Now class, I do believe I promised you a story about my recent trip back to Akbadain. If I do recall, several of you expressed you wanted me to revisit the ruins so less tears were shed by some of you next time I brought it up."
[♥] A smirk came from the redhead, who was stationed off to the side in front of the students. This was going to be an amusing class to say the least. Of course, he and Hershel had eventually revisited the infamous ruins. There was still much of Akbadain that was undiscovered in his haste to reach the bottom, and he and the now archaeologically advanced Hershel explored each nook and cranny, finding a particularly interesting artifact.
"As many of you already know, I recently travelled back to Monte d'Or with my husband Randall to explore the unexplored depths of Akbadain."
[♥] There were several students in the room that had teared up at the mere mention of the name the first time it was announced, and were now shamelessly crying. Others that had the same effect were biting a knuckle, hiding their eyes, or rubbing them uncontrollably to hide the flow of tears. Of course, the professor only smiled;
[♥] In the corner of the professor's small eyes, however, was the sight of that dastardly husband of his licking his lips with a small smirk, half-lidded eyes gazing towards him. He quickly shook it off, looking away and back towards his students;
"To begin, we had actually completely missed an entire pathway within the ruins which alone spanned walking distance enough to engulf several days time. The deeper we got, the more the landscape appeared to change."
[♥] A quick glance back at his husband, who was making subtle jerking motions with his hand. Hershel could feel his face heating up, and his gaze snapped back to his students in a hurry, swallowing thickly before clearing his throat to continue;
"The end of the path lead to a stone door, naturally, a puzzle. However, with it merely involving Azran imagery, it was no problem for me to solve. Behind the door, was a large room, scattered with various gems, coins, valuables, an Azran treasury not unlike we discovered years prior. However..."
[♥] He almost regretted looking over. Randall's mouth was lewdly hanging open, his tongue swirling in his mouth wildly. How were the students not seeing this? Were his stories truly this interesting?
"H-However along the w-walls..."
[♥] Dammit, not now. Randall was simply the worst. He turned around, moving back behind his desk to hide the suddenly all-too-noticeable bulge pressing against the fabric of his pants. He had to concentrate. He had a lecture to finish, and a true gentleman leaves no task incomplete.
[♥] Randall knew this, that's why he was acting out in such a way. He tried to regain his composure but found it increasingly difficult with the actions the other was tormenting him with. Finally, he snapped, clearing his throat once again;
"Among it's walls was a large chunk that had fallen away. It lay on the ground in one piece, perfectly capturing a symbol, a potential puzzle I wanted my best and brightest to assist Randall and I in solving. Randall, can you assist me in retrieving it?"
[♥] He looked very surprised, but hastily stood from his seat and followed Hershel into the back room of his class. The door was shut, and hastily the other was grabbed by his ascot, tugged towards the professor as their lips smashed together.
"You truly are a devil among gentlemen."
"Mmmn? Hersh I don't hear you complaining. I take it you didn't bring me back here to grab the artifact?"
"Not exclusively, but a gentleman is always true to his word. We're just having a difficult time lifting it."
[♥] Randall smirked, knowing exactly what that meant. If it hadn't been clear before, however, Hershel's hand rubbed against Randall's groin causing the other to grip at an old desk behind him. An... old desk. That gave Randall an idea;
"Hershhhh, how about instead of playing this little game we... get one out real quick?"
[♥] He blushed, looking off to the side. He was hoping Randall would merely assist him, and he hardly knew what to do when Randall lifted him onto that old desk of his. That old desk he truly had been meaning to get rid of. It wasn't long before his pants were slipped down, laying loosely around his ankles, only behind held on by those green shoes Randall hated so much;
"What are you... doing?"
[♥] Randall took a moment, admiring the state he had brought Hershel into. Only a few movements had brought the normally composed gentleman into a man lusting harder for him than he had ever seen before. Taking the small container out of his coat pocket;
"We were almost out so... I bought some more. Good thing, huh?"
"..."
[♥] He was sloppier than usual in preparing Hershel. He was definitely not used to preparing him in such a fashion. But, if Hershel needed his release, and Randall was in no better condition, they did have to hurry before the class got suspicious. It was only a moment before Randall was pressed inside, leaving a small groan as he rested his head on Layton's shoulder.
[♥] Over their years together this was a feeling he had truly grown to crave and love. There was no feeling quite like it. The way the two of them so perfectly fit together, like two puzzle pieces comingling to make a picture of love, as sappy as it was whenever Randall would say that. He relished the sensation for a moment or two, before beginning to slowly thrust his hips.
[♥] A needy groan escaped Hershel's lips, his fingers digging into the clothed back of his lover. This was exactly what he needed, his pent up desires, the tension that had been building since Randall first stepped foot in the class. Of course Randall would take advantage of such a vulnerability. But, something was wrong.
[♥] By this point, Randall was thrusting swiftly, roughly, biting his lip to avoid his own climax and sure, Hershel was enjoying himself but— not enough to reach his edge. It was a low, hissed out voice that spoke from the brunette;
"Randall I... need more..."
[♥] The other merely nodded, hastily obliging to the request by leaning in more towards his neck, biting down on a section and beginning to suck lustfully on the flesh. Nibbles and bites, all over his neck. And it was driving him wild once again. Bite, nibble, lick, suck, nibble, suck, lick, bite, move, repeat.
[♥] His hands gripped into Randall's shirt, his climax was finally approaching, but was long before reached by Randall, who cried out, getting Hershel's hand clamped over his mouth as he came hard, his eyes slamming shut as he was overwhelmed by a wave of orgasmic pleasure.
[♥] He pulled out quietly, but, Hershel was the one he had truly been here to ravage. A skilled hand moved it's way down, firmly gripping at Hershel's member and beginning to pump immediately. Hershel's hands covered his mouth. So close... so close, and it was only drawing nearer by the second until finally his muffled cry erupted, and the white substance spattered along the ground.
[♥] His face was red-hot and flushed, panting slightly as he pressed his lips against Randall's, his tongue exploring his lover's mouth for a few brief moments before he parted them. Randall quietly assisted him off the desk, and Hershel re-situated himself, his pants being pulled back up and re-buckled in a haste. They had already taken too long, the students would surely be suspicious. And, to make it worse;
[♥] Randall was laughing at him and he didn't know why. But together they finally hoisted the large segment of wall, easily slipping it out of the door the same way it was brought it. His students were in a stunned silence, but Layton had assumed it had been from the artifact they were now faced with. They put it down, leaning it against Hershel's desk.
"Luke, would you like to come assist Randall and I?"
"Ah, me? Uhh... sure thing, Professah..."
[♥] He scurried down, stepping in front of the puzzle for a few moments, before his reddened face peered back to Layton with concern;
"U-Uhh, Professah?"
"Yes Luke, have you figured it out?"
"Uhh well, actually... you uhh, might want to borrow Pa's ascot."
[♥] A look of bewilderment took Layton's face, he truly hadn't understood why Randall was laughing quite so hard until he heard Luke utter the last words;
[♥] Never let Randall get away with saying he wants to try something.
[♥] It had been a completely normal day, the two had decided to host a week long sleepover at Hershel's house, since his parents were out of town and had agreed to lie to the Ascot's about it. Lucile's only condition was the two boys behave themselves while they're gone. Naturally, despite Randall agreeing, by the second day they had already broken that rule, in the most unusual way.
"Mmm, Hersheyyy... come on, I love youuu."
"Randall I know but, I don't want to break my parents trust."
"They say behave, but there's nothing mischievous about what we're doing. Come on Hersh, it'll be fun."
"It'll be the same as it always is, Randall. Just, without your mom walking in on us."
"No no no, I have an idea. It'll be different I promise!"
"No, let me show you. I found something in your mom's room."
"N-no way! Put it back!"
"Hersh it's fine. Just close your eyes and don't move or open them until I tell you to."
[♥] An annoyed groan and Hershel shut his eyes. Almost immediately his top was removed, and the pants had been hastily unbuttoned and slid down past his ankles. He opened his eyes in surprise, and got a deep frown from Randall;
"Already breaking the rules, Hersh? I thought a gentleman always followed the rules."
[♥] The ascot was promptly removed from around Randall's neck, and used to blindfold the small-eyed brunet. It wasn't long before he felt something silky tying around limbs, rendering him unable to move. Each limb was carefully wrapped in a thin fabric, rendering him vulnerable, unable to move. Was this... the ribbon from back when his mother made clothes? Once Randall was done, he backed up to admire his work, the pink ribbon tying Hershel up so carefully, so lovingly, but tightly enough that the man couldn't move if he wanted to. And the blindfold rendered him defenseless to what was to come.
[♥] Hershel not knowing what was coming next only made it better. He had decided, he wanted to try something new. He smiled, not touching Hershel at all as he slowly approached him, until finally his tongue and lips pressed against Hershel's inner thigh. A sharp gasp and a loud moan escaped him, but he was still unable to move. Randall moved slightly, closer towards Hershel's pelvis, his tongue lapping and sucking at the flesh as he slowly trailed closer.
"R-Randall...!!"
[♥] Hershel's voice was airy, coming out as a moan rather than a coherent word, only making the ginger grin. He'd avoid doing too much, of course. Hershel was fighting this at first, after all. He reached his groin, stopping and moving upwards, towards his neck, as his hands continued to ravage and pleasure the sensitive area surrounding Hershel's erection. Randall's tongue lapped playfully at Hershel's neck, and was delighted to see his head crane immediately to give Randall the room to move at will. Slowly, his tongue touched the bottom of his neck, sliding gracefully up to the top, before he settled on beginning to suck and bite the area.
[♥] By the time Randall was done there was a sizable hickey on the brunet's neck. He looked up towards the other. His mouth was hanging open, his tongue lewdly hanging out. A smirk formed on his face as he captured it, sucking lustfully on the appendage, desire driving his actions. Something about this was so, exciting to him, and his tongue soon played with the captured organ. Of course he tasted like tea, he always did. Orange pekoe with a bit of milk, his favourite.
[♥] However he hadn't thought of how exciting it was for Hershel. This was something he had never experienced before. His arms jerked wildly, trying to free themselves, but with each failed attempt a lustful groan escaped him. Randall never would have thought Hershel would enjoy something so... different. The only appendage that didn't have some sort of ribbon on it was his tongue, and Hershel was making full use of it, invading Randall's mouth more than he had anticipated he would. He needed something, needed to induce some pleasure himself.
[♥] Not that Randall was complaining, he gratefully accepted when Hershel's tongue had further entered his mouth. His own practically dancing with it while his hands strayed closer to Hershel's member. The tongue hastily withdrew the moment the cold fingers made contact, letting out a loud moan to replace it. Those skilled fingers traced along it, leaving the other crying out, being racked with uncontrollable shudders. It wasn't like Randall had gripped it, just tracing his fingers along it, the pinkie tapping it softly. The strange sensations were overwhelming the repressed brunet, yet, he still;
'A-ahh, Randall, hnn, please, I need... I need more..."
[♥] Randall's fingers clenched at the pink ribbon, using it to hoist him closer, his tongue grazing up his neck to his jawline briefly before licking over the other's open lips, feeling Hershel immediately take his tongue, sucking on it with great need, playing with it with his own tongue, while Randall's hands shifted from the ribbon to passionately grope the other.
[♥] Eventually Randall's tongue was released as Hershel gasped for breath. And, though Randall was short of breath as well he resumed his work, his villainous tongue making it's way back down to lap at the head of the brunet's member, causing those desperate pants from Hershel to resume as lustful moans. Once the tongue had retreated and Randall had resumed sucking him off did those moans hitch.
[♥] Randall truly couldn't describe was this sensation was like for him, He just couldn't get past how exciting this was, his head enthusiastically bobbing, leaving the other unable to do anything but pant, as any moans that would try to escape would catch in his throat and stop abruptly. However, those noises being unable to escape;
[♥] Provided him no warning for Hershel's inevitable release. He barely had a moments time between when the teenager tensed up and when the load was released into the unsuspecting redhead's mouth. He hastily swallowed it, looking up at Hershel, who was completely spent. His face was flushed, he was desperately trying to catch his breath after the small show he had put on for the ginger. However, when he was promptly flipped and his face was in the bed, all of that halted for a moment.
[♥] Something was pressing against his lips, something hard and warm. Of course it only took him a moment to figure out what it was, and he tried to twist his head away. He was spent, he didn't have it left in him. But, when five fingers tangled in his hand and gripped it to move his head back, he winced;
"No way, Hersh... you need to help me out too. Come on, I need this more than you did."
[♥] For a moment he'd refuse, the five fingers in his hair untangling shakily, pressing hard against the back of his head, trying to coax him. It was only once the hand was removed, and he could very blatantly feel the other shuffling to take care of it himself with an unsatisfied grunt that his naturally curious tongue finally began it's exploration.
"A-ahh~ Hersh~!"
[♥] The roaming hand finally settled with all five digits digging into the sheets, his head lolling back with utter delight as the others tongue snaked up and down his member. Pleasure was building inside him, wanting to burst, but no, he couldn't allow that yet. If he allowed it this sensation would stop, Hershel would stop.
[♥] Lips wrapped around the head of his dick, and involuntarily Randall began to thrust slowly, a hissed groan escaping his lips as he exited and entered the inviting warmth of Hershel's mouth. That tongue... that tongue was doing this on purpose, resting just where it would effortlessly glide up and down Randall's member with each thrust.
[♥] His thrusts inevitably picked up their pace, growing faster, pushing deeper, until the vigor was enough to make Hershel gag. But he was almost there, he didn't have the willpower to stop. Both hands had made it up from the sheets, burying itself in Hershel's mysterious hair as he neared his climax, with his thrusts as desperate and lustful as he was. Hershel tried his best to keep his composure, and when it finally came, he was more than ready.
[♥] The substance quickly entered his mouth, leaving the other little time to swallow the mouthful he was handed with before the substance had escaped his mouth. Randall promptly withdrew his member, his face flushed, fatigue washing over him all at once as he finally realized how out of energy he was. He did, however, reach Layton's upper back, and behind his head, undoing the bow on both the ribbon and the ascot at once.
[♥] Hershel freed himself lazily, letting the pink ribbon fall laxly to the bed just in time to see Randall flop onto his back, working on steadying his breathing. Hershel smiled, cuddling up beside the other, his head in the nook of Randall's neck, and almost immediately Randall turned to his side and embraced Hershel.
"You were right, I suppose... it was different."
"Exciting too, huh?"
"I... I guess I would use those words to describe that."
"Want to try it again sometime?"
"Possibly, why?"
"You looked like you were having a blast... I'm morbidly curious what that's like."
"...I suppose that could be arranged. Just, let me keep a hold of the ribbon."
"Deal."
[♥] Finally their eyes fell shut, and they both drifted off quietly, locked in each others arms, content and ready for a much earned sleep. Of course, with Hershel holding the ribbon
[♦] This was something he hadn't experienced in such a long time. The warmth of being under the blankets in the Ascot household with Randall. Often he'd stay awake for as long as he could, listening to the redhead softly snore. It was... comforting, a constant in this ever changing world.
[♦] His head was nestled in Randall's neck, his hands on his chest while the redhead's arms were wrapped around Hershel's torso. It was... peaceful, even though they were out, they were able to still act as a couple like this. It was... relieving. His hair was crushed under Randall's head, and surely he'd be made fun of once the morning came, but that was okay.
"Mmmn, Hershel I... you can't..."
[♦] How peculiar, Randall had never mumbled something quite of the sort before. Hershel's fingers traced over his chest, hoping the small motions may coax more from him. He wanted to move and get a better look at the other but, honestly he was just too comfortable.
"You couldn't... mmn... haah..."
[♦] The man had returned to his snoring. Leaving Hershel believing this was just some of his sleeping ramblings. He quietly settled back in, letting his eyes fall shut. His eyelids felt heavy. When they finally shut, however;
"IT'S YOUR FAULT."
[♦] His eyes snapped open, Randall was looming over him, staring down at him with two, unblinking eyes. His breath hitched in his throat as he stared back, his eyes wide. Randall was... not himself, his lips were pursed into a tight frown, his eyes wide, glazed over, almost, dead. And he was completely stiff and unmoved by any of Layton's attempts to move him;
"Randall, Randall what's gotten into you?"
"IT'S YOUR FAULT, HERSHEL LAYTON."
"What's my fault? I haven't... I haven't done anything wrong! Randall this isn't funny anymore!"
[♦] The afro-clad teenager promptly stood up, taking a few cautious steps back, only to see Randall rise after him, his head laying limply to the side. This wasn't right, nothing was right. He was panicking, taking another hard step back, but nearly toppling backwards. Behind him was a cliff, and it seemed to be engulfing more of the room. That's when he saw it, the wall, the bed behind Randall beginning to fall away.
[♦] If he didn't act fast, Randall was going to fall with it. Swallowing his fear, his hesitation, his confusion, he darted forward, grabbing Randall's hand just in time for the ground below the redhead to fall away. He shouted, the strain on his arm causing him immense pain. The other merely hung there, a smile on his face;
"Randall what are you doing...!? Give me your other hand!!"
"What's the point? You'll just drop me anyways, Hershel."
"No.. no I can't pull you up like this! Come on, give me your hand!"
"You did it on purpose... you did it to steal my treasure, my fame, my glory..."
"What are you talking about, Randall!? I would never try to hurt you! Come on Randall just...!!"
"LIAR! You took everything away on purpose, for the treasure, for my fame and glory!!"
[♦] He was struggling against Hershel's grip, until the strain on Hershel's arm grew too much, and the redhead dropped down into the endless abyss that had surfaced in his room. Tears yanked at his eyes, escaping with a choked up sob as the other continued to fall;
"RANDAAALLLLLL!!"
[♦] As the other left his sight, the room continued to close in on him, but all he could do was double over and weep as the abyss grew closer, until finally the ground crumbled beneath him and sent him downwards.
[♦] He sat up with a subtle gasp, gripping at his head with a shaking hand. A nightmare, that's all it was... he hadn't had one in a while, but it had been seven years since Randall had disappeared, maybe that's why it was so vibrant in his mind.
[♦] Slowly, he reached under his pyjama shirt, pulling on a small chain until it revealed a silver ring. A finger traced over the embossed symbol on the inside; a puzzle piece, with an R, backwards. He missed Randall more than he could say, more than words could ever allow him to describe. His fiancé, someone he loved with all his heart.
[♦] And someone he would wait a million more years for, if he needed to. Randall was somewhere out there, alive, and he knew it. However, his time for thought was cut short;
"MUM!!! DAD!!!"
[♦] He sprang to his feet, nearly sprinting to Luke's room. It appeared he wasn't the only one that had a nightmare tonight
[♦] He was sitting on the couch, his head in his mothers lap, and the paperboy style cap resting laxly between his fingers. Her delicate hands were combing through his hair as she softly hummed to him. Brenda Triton, a wonderful mother to the young apprentice. She was always so calm, so caring, so soothing. There was never a time she wasn't gentle and sweet, even in her fury. She was perfect to him, to Luke;
"Ah, Luke, the professor left a letter for you today."
"Oh, another one? That's wonderful, what does it say?"
"Beware the outlet."
"Beware the outlet? What could that mean? Is it another puzzle?"
[♦] She laughed softly, a fragile hand brought up to her mouth to remain ladylike. Even Clark, who sat across the room couldn't help but chuckle. His father, who was strong in his ways, someone who never gave up, someone who he could admire and respect as a man. He was a nearly perfect role model, and he was equally as dear to him, even in anger, even in sorrow, there was nothing Luke wouldn't do for him;
"Truly I wouldn't be surprised, this is Layton we're talking about."
[♦] Luke looked up, his cheeks puffing out in a small frown. He respected Layton above anyone, there was a reason he was his number one apprentice. His dad, however, only chuckled again, before his mother spoke up;
"Can my little gentleman-in-training solve it, though? Hershel always sends you the most difficult puzzles."
"I'm the Professah's apprentice, of course I can solve it! Mum, hand me the letter."
[♦] He stood up, holding his hands out expectantly, and with a small smile the woman handed him the letter, opening it the words were sprawled out
Dear Luke
BEWARE THE OUTLET!!
-Hershel
[♦] A hand to his chin, this was rather peculiar, and unlike anything the Professor has ever sent before. BEWARE THE OUTLET was scrawled, it was scratchy and huge, taking up the whole page. The only things in his handwriting were the Dear Luke and the Hershel marking the beginning and end. Beware the outlet... beware the outlet...
"Mum do you have any hint coins?"
"Hint coins? Surely the Professor's apprentice doesn't need them."
"...Mum please? We... it can be our little secret! I don't want the professah to think I'm a bad apprentice!"
It's too late
[♦] Too late? For what? He looked nervous, looking up pleadingly to his mother, who was unable to see the hints. Another coin was handed to him with a smile, and a small kiss to the forehead. Nervously he pressed that to the paper as well;
You've failed
[♦] He failed? He got it incorrect? But he hasn't come up with his answer yet. As the coin dissolved, he looked up once again, looking increasingly worried;
"You can do it, Luke, I believe in you."
[♦] Another hint coin was handed to him with a smile, her hand lingering for a moment to rest on top of his reassuringly. She knew he could figure this puzzle out. He closed his eyes as the hint coin absorbed into the paper;
You can't do it
[♦] The final hint coin was handed to him. This was the Super hint, if he couldn't get it now he truly wasn't fit to be his apprentice. His father had stood up, standing before him with a warm smile. They believed in him, they both did. His mother stood before him as well, both merely a few feet away from him, smiling soothingly. He could do this, he just had to concentrate. BEWARE THE OUTLET, what could it mean? The final hint coin was pressed to the paper, closing his eyes once again;
YOU CAN'T SAVE THEM
[♠] His eyes snapped open, his heart racing. He looked up at his parents just in time to see them both burst into flames. His eyes widened, his breath hitching in his throat;
"MUM, DAD!!"
[♠] He bolted forward, but the house around him was soon engulfed in flames, a tower of fire forming between them. It surrounded him, closing in, but all he could do--
"MUM!!! DAD!!!"
[♠] He shot up, in a cold sweat, tears pouring down his face as he broke into loud sobs. A nightmare... it was just a nightmare. He was practically screaming, his sobs overtaking him as he cried out loudly, for his mother, for his father, he needed someone here to make it better.
[♠] Moments later the door swung open, and Luke looked up, a very concerned looking Layton stood in the doorway. That's right, it wasn't a dream, none of it was... this had actually happened, this, his parents were gone, caught in a fire the Professor had very barely saved him from, from a faulty outlet that sparked and caught the carpet. He had barely escaped in time to see the house collapse, the last noises he heard being the shrill shriek of his mother and the pained, anguished shout of his father as they were buried and burned alive.
[♠] Two arms locked around him, pulling him close. Layton was rubbing his back as soothingly as he could, but those memories flashed through his mind. He was sobbing loudly, shaking uncontrollably. His parents were gone, his parents were dead...
[♠] But Layton, he had gone through so much for him. He risked his own life to save Luke, and even after, he went through every process he could to adopt Luke as quickly as he possibly could. Even before this had happened, he had always considered Luke his son, and now that was more true than ever. And right now
[♠] His son needed him.
"Luke, Luke it's okay now. It was just a dream."
"But it wasn't, Professah! It really happened and I couldn't save them!!"
"There was nothing you could have done. There was nothing I could have done... I'm grateful each and every day that you're still here."
"Professah..."
[♠] His crying didn't stop, and Layton's hand moved from his back to his head, stroking his hair softly. He barely knew what to say. Luke had these nightmares often, and it broke his heart every time. Luke hadn't even lost his parents a year ago, the wound was still so fresh. He could only let Luke cry, the loud sobbing breaking his heart more by the second. He didn't know what he could do to help him.
[♠] Quietly he had sat there, letting Luke cry into his chest, letting Luke cling to him with everything he had. It showed no signs of letting up, not for a while. When it finally started slowing down, he looked up at Layton, large tears still streaming down his face;
"Pr-professah, I-I'm not tired, can we... can we have a spot of tea?"
"Of course, Luke. I'll put on some chamomile, if you'd like to accompany me."
[♠] He nodded slightly, a small hiccup as more tears fell from his face. When Layton stood Luke scurried to his feet, clinging to Layton's arm like his life depended on it. The other merely looked down with a sad smile before beginning to step out of the room. The house was silent aside from their footsteps and the whimpering cries from the young apprentice.
[♠] No words were exchanged while Layton prepared the tea. Luke merely sat in the chair crying, his hands pressed against his face to try to stifle the noise. Once the tea was set quietly in front of him he hastily took a small sip. Layton had calmly sat across from him, a small sip from his own. He had known Luke was still tired, he merely didn't want to risk having another nightmare. That's why Layton chose chamomile, it would help him sleep.
[♠] Layton watched him closely, concern dangling in his face when he saw the other put down his cup hastily to cover his mouth as another sob escaped him. He was overtaken by them, the muffled noises still escaping him. Layton placed down his own teacup onto the small saucer and stood up, kneeling by Luke and pulling him into another hug.
"Pr-profess-sah... I'm so sorr-orry for waking you..."
"Don't worry about it, Luke. A gentleman should always assist someone in need. I'll stay up with you as long as you need me."
[♠] Large tears escaped again, and he burst into tears, lunging at the Professor and throwing his arms around his neck;
"Professah I... I...! I don't know what to--"
"You don't have to say a word, Luke. It's my pleasure. I can't have my number one apprentice upset, can I?"
[♠] He quietly withdrew, sitting back down at his cup and taking another small sip from the teacup he allowed Layton to return as well. They finished in silence, Luke's tears slowly stopped, and the Professor finally felt like he could pose the question;
"Luke would you maybe like to... sleep in my room tonight? A true gentleman should always get a full night's rest."
"I... I'd like that, thanks, Professah."
[♠] A smile, and he stood up, collecting the two empty cups and the empty teapot along with it and placing them by the sink;
"And, don't worry about the washing up, I'll do it in the morning."
"Thank you."
[♠] Luke jumped up again, gripping at Layton's sleeve and letting him lead him to the adult's bedroom. He wound up sleeping in here more often then he cared to admit, and often fell asleep still crying over whatever nightmare he had. Layton merely lay awake with him until Luke was finally asleep. He crawled into the large bed before Layton shut off the lamp and laid down as well. Luke immediately clung to him, looking up at him through what moonlight streamed into the room. He tugged on his collar slightly to grab his attention, and when he finally looked down;
"I... I just wanted to say, I love you dad."
[♦] His eyes widened a bit, shining with surprise and joy. Luke had never called him this before, and with a smile he gave Luke a small hug, leaving a small kiss on the younger's forehead;
"Randall I truly wish you wouldn't bring that with you everywhere."
"Hersh do you really want Henry finding it? No one here knows we're still together."
[♥] Alphonse Dalston had invited them over to discuss the current condition of Monte d'Or. Hershel truly didn't understand Randall's eager acceptance, but trudged along with him anyways. Randall must have been excited for a reason after all.
[♥] They entered the house quietly, being greeted by the heavyset man almost immediately. He promptly ushered them towards the living room, a small pot of tea on a low-set coffee table. Once the three were comfortably seated, he began;
"Ascot, I'm really surprised."
"Oh? Why's that?"
"The town still hates you, a lot. Destroyed our city and took off like a bat out of hell. I'm real surprised no one jumped you on your way here."
"That's why Hershel's with me. Consider him... a body guard, a witness, someone that'll testify on my behalf if someone attacked me."
[♥] A small scoff escaped Dalston. Obviously, there was still some tension between them after the whole masked gentleman scenario, and the incident with the iron pipe back in the day. Being in the house was very clearly unsettling for Hershel, but, as a true gentleman, he kept his mouth shut. They were there for business after all.
"Ah, right. The repairs are complete now, and the town is recovering after the whole 'dark miracle' nonsense."
[♥] The redhead promptly looked to the side. He truly did hate the topic being brought up, even after four years. A hand ran through his hair. The stress was beginning to weigh him down. He hardly wanted to continue the conversation but, he had to ask;
"Have there been any improvements to the city?"
"We have one of the lowest crime rates around, and it's all thanks to the fear--"
"Yeah yeah yeah, there's no crime, you don't need to rub it in my face."
"Well, there was one incident recently that blew up."
"Oh? What's that?"
"An assault recently. A local man was assaulted after a small tiff."
"What? What was it about? Is everyone okay?"
"I'm not entirely sure if you remember Brendan? He was a friend of mine back in my college days."
[♥] Hershel tensed up at the name. One of those that assaulted him when he was younger. He fidgeted uncomfortably and began focusing on the small cup of tea before him. Randall would do the talking, he was good at it after all.
"Yeah, believe me, I remember him. What about him?"
"He got in an argument with a man and got beaten."
"Oh man, seriously? What were they arguing about!?"
"It was a gay man. Something about gay rights, him having a right to be seen with his boyfriend in public without Brendan making remarks."
[♥] Randall immediately quieted down. It seems homophobia still ran strong through the middle-aged residents. He, for once, didn't intervene, and merely waited for Dalston to continue;
"Brendan said it was his right to free speech, and they argued for a while longer, after a while the man got mad and attacked."
"Are they both okay?"
"Brendan's fine. But, the man's court hearing was about a month ago. He was pronounced guilty of attempted murder and put to death. Served him right, he was just some perverted freak."
[♥] Teeth soon clenched hard, his eyes wide with shock and rage, and his fists tensing almost immediately. A man was put to death for fighting for his right to love who he chooses, a right he and his husband had fought for as well. He looked down;
"Look, Dalston. I... I need to talk to Hershel about something. Can we... can we be excused?"
"Oh, ah, sure. Will you be quick?"
"More than likely. Shouldn't take me too long. I just want to discuss matters of Monte d'Or with him privately. He did work rather hard to save it, after all."
[♥] Randall stood up the moment he was excused, storming out of the room with Hershel at his heel. Steering down the hall with determination he marched into their host's farthest room, his bedroom. They needed to be as far from Dalston as possible, or he'd likely hear Randall's anger exploding. Promptly the door was shut and locked before the redhead finally gripped Hershel's shoulder, his head against his chest.
"That... homophobic asshole!"
"I know, Randall... but, nothing can be done now, it's too late."
"Hershel, don't you see!? This... this crime, if it had been Brendan he'd get away with a slap on the wrist, if even that...! Just like he did when he attacked you!"
"Randall..."
"And Dalston...! He's... he's as bad as he was when... rgh!! I really, really want to give him something that'll make him furious!"
[♥] If Randall grew much louder, Dalston would know what they were talking about and surely come to get them. So, hastily thinking, Hershel pressed his lips hard against Randall's, almost surprised when he felt the passion he had gotten from the other in return. The grip of his shoulder moved to the front of his jacket, yanking the brunet closer to him. Layton was rather surprised and reluctant when he felt a tongue press into his mouth. Quickly he parted them, looking away;
"Randall, I don't know what you think you're doing but as a gentleman I will have no part in it."
"And as a gentleman you can't let someone like this get off without any sort of consequence! He beat you with an iron pipe for that very same reason!"
"Drop it, Randall. It's difficult enough for me to be here without that being brought up. I will lea-- hck!"
[♥] His collar was promptly pulled back, and a set of lips, accompanied with a devilish tongue were just as hastily pressed against Hershel's neck, sucking and licking passionately. His knees almost immediately gave up and sent him crashing to the floor. Randall took the time to look at the king sized bed. The bedding was black with gold trim, and that only made him smirk when he looked back towards the other;
"C'mon Hersh. I know exactly what we can do! Let's make him regret it."
"I said I will have no part in this. It's not like a gent--"
"Fuck being a gentleman for once, Hershel! This is a guy who's caused us torment our entire lives! And now someone was put to death for standing up for his beliefs and Dalston thinks he deserves it!"
[♥] No response from the taller gentleman, who was now trying to get himself back on his feet. Randall spun around to his other side, pressing his lips against Hershel's once again. There was no harm in a kiss, right? Hershel returned it without much thought. But, when the tongue more lovingly slipped into his mouth, he didn't reject it.
[♥] Randall always took sugar in his tea, and that's what entered Layton's palette. The delightful taste of lightly sugared orange pekoe tea accompanied the loving waltz their tongues were locked in. He didn't even notice he was slowly being moved backwards until he toppled onto the bed.
"Randall I said--"
[♥] Of course, Randall had a plan. He took Layton's mouth again, and slowly his hands trailed down Layton's chest, stomach, hips, until they rested on the button to his pants. His hand drifted just a bit further, rubbing the pants over Hershel's groin, and hearing a stifled moan slip through. He promptly pushed Randall away, his face red, but Randall's lips only made it back to his neck. The two sensations were driving him wild, the tongue lapping and sucking at his delicate flesh, and that masterful hand coaxing the hidden appendage out.
"Randall this isn't the.. the way, listen to me..."
"I'm done listening. Come on, Hersh. You know you've always wanted to get back at him. Now's our chance, and we might as well enjoy ourselves!"
[♥] Silence. This, naturally, only made Randall grin, his hand pressing against Layton's groin once again, causing him to gasp, his eyes shutting tightly;
"Besides, it's a bit late now, isn't it? If we went back out, Dalston would surely see this."
[♥] Randall was rubbing the area again, causing Hershel's head to loll back, his breathing jagged and loud. His eyes fell half-lidded while the other slowly worked. Soon, Randall shrugged off Hershel's waistcoat, and lifted the orange shirt over his head. Hershel had no more objections, too far over the line to care anymore.
"Nnng, Randall just don't make a mess..."
[♥] He nodded, his tongue pressing into his mouth once again while Hershel made slow work of unbuttoning Randall's top. His hands were shaky, trembling with excitement and desire, but one by one the buttons came undone, and eventually the shirt merely hung loosely open. Randall removed it the rest of the way, tossing it on the floor with Hershel's outfit.
[♥] That's when he suddenly felt it, and pleasure overcame him in a tsunami. Hershel's lips were pressed against his neck, sucking, licking, and biting. Randall groaned, his eyes falling shut. He had talked about how desperately he wanted Hershel to do something like this, but he never thought he'd be experiencing it. A warmth shot through his body with a pleasant tingling and his head craned to the side to give him more room.
[♥] The other took it gratefully, widening his area of effect, despite becoming sloppy and lustful. He moved slightly, saliva dampening his lips when they pressed back against Randall's neck. His tongue glided from the bottom of the neck to the middle, feeling a shudder from the recipient.
[♥] Randall's need was building up, he felt like he needed some sort of relief or he was going to burst, and promptly began grinding against his lover, who continued his work. The redhead swore that Layton being so inexperienced made it so much better, he was too far gone to worry about being gentlemanly and neat, and let pleasure overwhelm whatever coherency he had left.
[♥] Hershel's eye opened slightly when he heard another article hit the floor, and he saw his husband, fully nude and beginning to work on removing Layton's pants. Lifting his hips slightly, he allowed the final pieces of clothing to be removed easily and tossed with the rest. Randall brought his head up, shoving Layton towards the center of the large bed and shoving his tongue back in his mouth.
[♥] No words had needed to be exchanged, their tongues ravaged each other, exploring every inch just as the two owners were doing. It was short lived, however, when Randall backed away, propping himself up on his knees. Layton looked in confusion as the other ducked his head down towards Layton's groin. However, the gasp that escaped him was lust and surprise;
[♥] He had expected the other was going to take his head into his mouth, but when the tongue pressed against his upper, inner thigh, he groaned loudly. This was somewhere that had only been touched briefly, once or twice with a hand while Randall was preparing himself. It had never been so treated before, and the shots of pleasure that ran up his spine were almost too much to take.
[♥] The pleasure was building, fast. Hershel needed his release. His hands gripped into the sheets tightly;
"R-Randall...! I'm gonna..."
[♥] Suddenly it all stopped. And Randall was back, looming over Hershel once again. The brunet squirmed uncomfortably, needing his release badly. However, the other completely ignored it, and finally plucked the brown hat on the top of his head;
"You truly are a gentleman, Hersh. You don't even take off your top hat when you know you're going to get plowed?"
"Randall please, I...!"
"No way! I'm not ending this so soon."
"Dalston will get..."
"I locked the door. He can be banging on it for hours and he'll never get us. We've got time."
[♥] It was uncomfortable. Hershel needed his release. He went to bring a hand down to aid it the rest of the way himself, but Randall caught it, pinning it to the bed beside him with a disappointed head shake;
"Oh, Hershel. I thought you were supposed to be a gentleman. How can you call yourself a gentleman if you're ignoring your partners needs like this?"
"Randall I..."
[♥] The redhead was promptly brought down for a kiss, their lips smashing together as Hershel's hands began trailing down the sensitive-skinned mans sides. He groaned into it, until he felt Hershel's hands slide their way to his exposed member... or at least, to the area around it.
[♥] It was frustrating for Randall, to say the least. Hershel was deliberately not touching his erection, but gently tracing fingers around the sensitive area around it. He groaned, trying to shuffle closer towards his hand, but Hershel promptly withdrew his hand and broke the kiss. This, naturally was to prove a point.
[♥] Randall had noticed, Hershel had calmed down significantly, and was no longer squirming around uncomfortably. But it was Hershel who pinned down Randall. He hadn't driven Randall as mad as he had been, and he planned to fix that. His tongue reached the other's member, and he slowly sucked on the side of him, hearing Randall practically screaming with pleasure.
[♥] It really was a good thing they were at the other side of a rather large house. Small strokes with the tongue were sending him wild, and his breathing was turning more into lustful moaning by the second. And, that's when he heard it, Randall;
"H-Hersh... Hersh!!"
[♥] The impending climax, and Hershel had to avoid it at all costs. He quickly reeled his head back, stroking up it once with his fingertips before completely leaving him be. Tears had welled up in the corners of Randall's eyes, the desperate moans had become rather painful. They were coming out quicker than he could breathe and it was quite a strain on his poor lungs. Despite his breathing slowly coming back into sync, in desperate gasps for a few moments, he needed more. Lustful eyes stared into Hershel's;
"Fine I get it I... I'll let you cum. Shit, don't do this to me."
"A gentleman always treats others with the same respect they've gotten."
"So, I gotta get you off first?"
[♥] He nodded, and Randall groaned, clearly annoyed at his own stall. He knelt down again, breathing heavily still, against the other's member. He soon let his tongue graze across the edge before taking the head into his mouth at last. He didn't hesitate to start bobbing his head. His tongue was skillfully acting as a lubricant, covering the member with saliva and making it easier to slide quicker, to slide deeper.
[♥] He quickly withdrew once again once Hershel had reached his edge. He had promised he'd let Hershel cum, but he never said he'd make it easy. He brought his head up, smashing their lips together. Hershel's tongue promptly invaded the redhead's mouth, an aggravated, lustful groan escaping his lips as his tongue entwined with that of his lover's.
[♥] It was evident how badly Hershel wanted his release. A small whimper escaped in the midst of their kiss, and at last Randall parted them, returning to the growing need his partner so desperately needed relief from. Softly a kiss was left on the brunet's inner thigh, and his lips were promptly pressed to the side once again, his tongue dragging from the base slowly up to the tip. A loud moan escaped and a visible shudder escaped and fingers immediately gripped into the sheets. Randall continued, Hershel's lustful moans growing ragged and desperate. When Randall finally pulled back, he took the other's member in his hand, pumping it powerfully until finally;
"Randall... I'm... I'm...!!"
[♥] Hershel swore his vision went white, an overwhelming sensation as he finally reached release, a sharp moan accompanying his climax. His head lolled back onto the bedding. He hadn't even realized the mess he made until he had caught his breath and finally sat back up. A blush took his face as he looked to the side. Being promptly caught with a hand and brought in for a tender kiss;
"A deal's a deal, Hersh."
[♥] Tiredly he nodded, looking down towards his husband's need and promptly taking it in his mouth. Sucking steadily and, after a moment beginning to bob his head. Randall, who was still sitting up, began bucking his hips, gripping at Hershel's hair. Hershel gagged, but promptly redoubled his effort and rubbed his tongue along the other's length. Randall moaned, but gasped, suddenly pulling out;
[♥] A sharp breath and he came hard, a shudder coursing through his body as he gripped Hershel's shoulders. Once the sensation stopped he loosened his grip. A small, devious smirk taking his face;
"Randall I don't like that look on your face."
"You don't think we're done yet, do you?"
"What?"
[♥] He reached his waistcoat laying lazily on the floor, removing the familiar bottle from the pocket. Before Hershel could say a word the substance was already being applied to him, causing him to gasp and grip the sheets below him. The cold sensation was always the worst, and Randall always made sure it was as cold as he could get it. Hershel may have been limp now, but Randall wasn't going to end things here.
"Hands and knees, now."
"Randall enough is enough."
"You're already prepared, we're already in trouble. Come on, just do it."
[♥] He groaned in annoyance, doing as the younger said. Randall propped himself on his knees, lowering Hershel just enough to press in. He wasted no time, beginning to slowly thrust. His lover's head was pressed to the sheets after a moment, his limp member slowly stiffening once again. Randall's eyes fell shut, focusing on the sensation. It was like he was being washed away a tide of pleasure, and his thrusts soon began to quicken as his need grew.
[♥] Grunting soon joined wholeheartedly, accompanying small groans coming from the gentleman beneath him. He thrust harder, harder, swifter, it was all coming so quickly. It wasn't until he felt Hershel tense around him that he realized how close he was.
[♥] Hershel's orgasm left the other completely winded, being held up by Randall who continued his desperate thrusting. When he finally came over the edge, he swiftly pulled out, a relieved, orgasmic moan accompanying the spurt of cum. Finally Randall had gone limp, and within an instant brought Hershel in for a tight, tired hug.
"Thank you, Hershel..."
"Y-yeah just... remember you owe me."
"I'll keep that in mind. We better get going, though. We've still got to finish packing before the plane leaves."
"And I take it; before Dalston sees the mess you just made of his bed?"
"We made a mess. You were there!"
[♥] Randall got up, noticing Hershel's reluctance to move. The gentleman was absolutely exhausted. Randall was fully dressed and he still hadn't moved. It wasn't until the top hat was placed back on his head that the brunet realized he should probably get dressed. Once he stood up, Randall finally saw it, the grand mess they had made on Alphonse's bed. He was almost proud of himself. Once Hershel was ready, and leaned against Randall tiredly, a small yawn being the only sound he had made since he moved.
"Come on. You can sleep on the flight home. We need you looking alert for when we see Dalston again."
"Ah? Right, sorry."
[♥] They quietly left the room, closing the door behind them as they wandered through the house. Once they re-approached the living room, they noticed a familiar blonde man on the couch, talking with Dalston. Hershel's eyes immediately widened and he took a step back. Brendan.
"Ah, Dalston. Sorry that took so long, but we lost track of time and we've actually gotta go, we'll miss our flight home."
"Mmm, yeah, whatever, go ahead then I guess. I'll send you a letter with what I wanted to say. I'll see you around, Ascot."
[♥] They turned to leave, Hershel already most of the way to the door when Randall suddenly turned back, immediately re-grabbing Alphonse's attention;
"I've never met such an attractive archaeologist before."
"Guys isn't the professor hot?"
[♥] As much as Layton was ignoring him, as he usually did, his husband was anything but amused. After an offhanded comment from Hershel as a rebuttal to one of his sexual remarks the students had started calling him 'Professor Dime' and it was anything but amusing.
[♥] On top of that, these women were hanging off of him like leeches, trying to cuddle up with him, taking his tophat (and of course, Layton would retrieve it immediately), and showering him in compliments and invites to various... events. All the while, the professor was completely ignoring them and speaking to his other students about Azran civilization.
[♥] It was a typical lunch. After the occasional lecture a small group of students, including his son, Luke Layton, would approach him and treat him to lunch in order to hear more about his expeditions. Of course, Luke would proudly step in on any adventures he had been there for proudly, like a badge of honour.
"Professorrr, the girls and I are having a slumber party next week, you should join usss."
[♥] He could see his husband visably cringe, and finally stood up, his head cloudy as the glass got shoved with the others he had already downed. He grabbed Hershel's arm, and pulled him up, despite the other's look of surprise and concern;
"Hersh, gotta talk... talk to you about somethin'."
[♥] Hershel smiled, Randall was stumbling over his words, barely even coherently speaking. It was very evident that the redhead was drunk, but it only brought a smile to Hershel's face, this would be an amusing chat. A slight nod and he stood beside his lover;
"I'll be back in a few moments. Then I'd really love to tell you about my excursion in Akbadain."
[♥] Randall practically dragged the professor to the washroom. He went to turn around to close the door, but heard it loudly shut behind him. When his eyes met Layton's, he was already only an inch away, and before Randall knew what happened, Hershel's lips were pressed against his.
"I truly must thank you, those women were leaving me at my wits end."
[♥] A half-slurred smile took the ginger's face;
"S'no problem, Hershey!"
[♥] Before being silenced by another kiss. Randall gasped softly into it, feeling Hershel's confident hands slide down Randall's back and rest on his rear. He smirked into the kiss after a moment, parting them;
"Mmm, seems you knew 'xactly what I wanted."
"Let's face it, Randall. You have your tells."
"But mmmann, I left the lube in your classroom Hhhershh, we gotta go back for it!"
[♥] Smugly he pulled the small bottle out from an inner pocket of his coat. It seemed Hershel had prepared for the occasion... or at least he knew Randall would be absentminded and would forget it. He grabbed Randall's hands, pulling him into the handicap stall and locking it behind them. Promptly Randall found himself against the wall, Layton's lips pressed against his neck. A sharp gasp and his hands trying to grip at anything around him. When he felt the buttons being undone on his shirt, and Layton's lips exploring confidently... it wasn't something he had ever felt before.
[♥] Never, in the 23 years they had been together, had Layton ever shown dominance. His breathing was out of control, his hands made their way onto Layton's shoulders, gripping at him with all his might. That is, until Hershel knelt down, slipping his lover's pants off and taking his member into his mouth. Randall gasped, shuddering deeply as a soft moan escaped his lips. Hershel began removing his own articles, whilst bobbing his head from the base to the tip.
[♥] He was going wild, his knees growing weak. Hershel eventually stopped, just in time for Randall's legs to completely give up and barely being caught by the now mostly-nude professor.
"Come on, Randall. We're not done here yet, a gentleman never leaves a job unfinished."
[♥] When Randall stood again, he was promptly turned around, and groaned softly when the slightly warmed lubricant was hastily used. Obviously Layton needed this as badly as he did, because almost immediately after he was prepared, Layton's head rested on his shoulder and he pressed in with a pleasurable shudder. This had been his first time experiencing something like this and it was, a bit overwhelming.
[♥] After a moment or two he began to move, slowly thrusting. He practically had to hold Randall up, his knees shaking badly enough that he kept keeling over. Hershel's thrusts slowly grew deeper, more vigorous, and accompanied by a small grunt with each thrust.
[♥] He was grateful none of his students had come in wondering what had been taking so long. Faster... harder... he needed his release. But this feeling was unlike anything he had felt before. He bit hard on his lip, his grunting growing louder until finally, he climaxed hard into the other, and smiling softly when he heard Randall cry out as well. The white substance making a small sound as it hit the filth-riddled washroom wall and floor.
[♥] When he finally pulled out, Randall almost collapsed, but was immediately supported by Layton once again, who pulled him in for a tender kiss. When Randall finally regained his strength he was let go of, and both quietly redressed, their only noises being the jagged panting;
"Hersh, w'need to do that againnn sometime...~"
"I'd prefer not to, but let's cross that path when we come to it."
[♥] He fixed Randall's hair softly, both of them stepping out and walking into the main area again. The girls were pouting, and the guys were all cheering. Apparently someone at the table approached the washroom and heard them. As embarrassed as they both were, they sheepishly grinned as the men cheered them on. Except Luke, Luke merely looked horrified.
"Randall, I said no. I've got a lecture in twenty minutes, and if you expect me to allow you to sit in on it, you'll behave."
"Behaving's no fun! Don't you ever want to live on the wild side?"
"No, Randall. Just, go sit down. I've got to look over my lecture notes."
[♥] Two hands rested on Layton's shoulders, squeezing them slightly. He shuddered as hot breath hit his neck, causing him to hunch over to try to tear away from the other and return to his work.
"You're so uptight! Just give it a chance!"
[♥] A sharp inhale cut him off, the other's lips were pressed to his neck, tongue tasting the flesh. Hershel's eyes squeezed shut as the other bit and sucked on the area. A small groan escaped his lips. It was short lived, as Randall moved back, admiring the newly formed hickey on the professor's neck. This wasn't something he had tried before, with how inhibited and repressed Hershel was.
"Are you sure you don't want to...?"
"Y-yes. Randall, cut it out."
[♥] A hand dove down the front of Layton's pants, tightly gripping his member with a smug grin;
"This here is telling me something different, Hershey."
[♥] Hershel couldn't speak, his breath was hitched in his throat, until he gasped once again at Randall beginning to pump his hand slowly. He hunched over, bringing his knees up into his chair, a repressed moan escaping his lips as he tried to shoo Randall's hand away.
"Mmm, Hersh, I could stop, but, are you sure you want me to?"
[♥] His hand withdrew, and Hershel's face was beet red. The flustered gentleman couldn't even bring himself to look at his husband. His breathing was jagged, but hurried he spoke;
"F-fine I'll do it..."
"What's that? I'm sorry, I can't, your students will be here any minute now."
"We've got ten minutes before anyone's going to start showing up, Randall..."
"Hm, how quickly that changed. I'm not buying it, Hersh. Tell me you really want it."
"Don't make me do something like that, a gentleman never begs."
"Then enjoy your students seeing you with a painful boner all class."
[♥] As much as he hated to say it, his voice grew quiet;
"Randall, I need it..."
"What's that, Hershey? I can't hear you."
"I said I need it."
"Need what? You're gonna have to elaborate."
"... I-I... I need it, I need YOU, Randall!"
[♥] That embarrassment, the reddened face, it practically drove Randall mad. He hadn't ever seen Hershel look this flustered, this embarrassed. He had always known him to be collected and composed. This was exactly what he wanted. Moving Hershel's chair and spinning it around, he sat on his lap, a leg on each side of him as he leaned in, biting hard on Hershel's neck again. Finally he took Hershel's member again, frowning a bit when he heard the audible groan.
"No no no, your students are going to get suspicious if they hear you. You're going to have to pipe down."
[♥] Two things were quickly removed from Randall's person. His belt, and his ascot. Before Hershel even knew what was happening, his hands were tied behind his back with the leather belt, and it was promptly clipped around one of the legs of the chair, stopping him from moving at all.
"Randall what are you doi--"
[♥] The scarf was quickly used as a gag the moment he had an opening. Muffled, aggressive shouts coming from him. Randall promptly undid Layton's pants, sliding them down to his ankles before completely removing his own. Randall smirked, grabbing the lube he had stashed in Layton's desk, only to get a couple of startled, angry set of grunts from the other;
"Come on, you know you're glad I stashed this stuff in your desk."
[♥] He hastily prepared his lover, watching his expression turned from one of fury to one of pleasure and anticipation. Without a second thought, Randall slowly pressed in, letting out a small groan as he entered the other. He smirked, seeing the other blushing, his eyes half-lidded with drool slowly trickling down, obviously soaking through the ascot gagging his mouth.
"Hm? You're enjoying yourself, aren't you? Who would have guessed you're so repressed?"
[♥] He began to thrust, slowly. Watching his lover squirm, attempting to buck his hips. Randall intercepted, holding Layton's hips in place as he regained control. He kept his hips moving slowly, and only able to grin more. Even as much as he wanted his release, seeing Layton squirm was worth it.
[♥] However, he knew he couldn't take too long or they'd get caught by Layton's students. This was truly exhilarating, the risk of getting caught only making it hotter for the ginger-haired man. Finally his thrusts began to pick up the pace, tuning in with the older of the two releasing muffled moans, the sound of clanging as Layton tried to free his hands echoing through the room.
"Ngh, just hold on, Hersh, I'm almost..."
[♥] The noises they were making drowned out the sounds of the door opening, but he didn't care, it was coming quickly, but obviously not quickly enough for his liking. His thrusts grew swifter, stronger. He bit his lip, his grunts filling the room, ending with a powerful cry as he finally came. He felt the other's seed soon splash onto his shirt. He pulled out, grimacing.
"Seriously, Hersh? Now I'm gonna have to button up my coat."
[♥] He reached for a tissue, wiping off what he could before undoing the belt and looping it back through his pants. Hershel quickly moved to remove the scarf binding his mouth and pulling his pants back up promptly after;
"Randall that... I... how irresponsible! Never should a gentleman do something so private in a public place!"
"But you loved every second of it."
[♥] Randall sat in the empty chair, doing up his dress coat to cover the off-white stain. It wasn't until he heard a small, horrified squeak from the top of the room that he looked up, seeing a rather horrified 19 year old. Hershel had stopped moving, completely frozen in place.
[♥] Of all days for Luke to show up for his lecture early.
[♥] A hand rested quietly on his hip, another hand supporting him, holding him up so he wouldn’t fall into the other. His eyes were shut softly, relaxation and comfort with his lips pressed against those of his lover. It wasn’t uncommon, at least, under certain circumstances. It was a general pastime both parties enjoyed thoroughly, and yearned for as days passed.
[♥] It would happen slowly, the two starting out writing, planning out adventures. One hand would gently brush against the other’s. One would lean in, their head resting on the other’s shoulder. Soon, the planning would stop when the two became distracted, and their lips finally met. From then, the night would be about each other. Once they grew bored of such affections, they’d lay down, cuddling affectionately until they’d both fall asleep.
[♥] Tonight, however, would bring a new tradition to their nightly routine.
[♥] It had started out no different than any other night. They had been planning out a new adventure, they were going to visit the river in the forest the following day. Allegedly there were flicks of gold found there recently. However, it had only taken a few moments for the less-interested of the two to finally have enough, and before long their lips were locked, any speech in the room being silenced and replaced with the sounds of lips pressing and parting.
“I feel like… we’re getting better at that…"
“Without a doubt. I do believe, this is the first time you’ve… left me legitimately breathless."
“You mean my presence… alone doesn’t do that for you?"
“You truly are modest, aren’t you?"
[♥] As though that statement wasn’t significant enough to get an actual response, their lips were pressed together once again, for a short time. Leaving the more reserved lover with a soft blush joining their face.
“Can I ask you a question?"
“Shoot; what is it?"
“I don’t know just.. do you ever get, bored?"
“With you? Never."
“No, no, I mean, think about it. We do the same thing each slumber party. We plan, we gradually move to kissing, and then it drifts quietly to cuddling to sleep. Don’t you ever want to… mix it up?"
“What? You mean, change up the order?"
“Aren’t you up for adventure? Isn’t that your desire as an archaeologist, Randall? Don’t you ever want something new, something you’ve never tried before?"
“Hershel, what are you implying?"
[♥] A bright blush almost immediately took his face when he saw the brunette dig into his bag and reveal a small bottle… a lubricant. This was a bold move on the normally timid-natured man’s part, and it left the redhead speechless.
“I bought this from a shop today… said it was part of some archaeological adventure you were dragging me on."
“You aren’t thinking… of giving me your virginity, are you? Hershel, you truly do need to think about this. Once it’s gone, you can’t get it back, and it’s a big step for our relationship."
“Randall, you mean to tell me that you, the archaeologist, the one that’s supposed to always be looking for something new to explore,never thought about it?"
“I’m not saying that at all. And for the record, I’d compare this more to a puzzle. But, I mean, I’ve thought about it… a lot. But, you need to be sure that you’re ready before we do something like this."
“If I wasn’t ready, I never would have risked the journey to buy this. Besides, a true gentleman would never tease an idea and not follow through, right?"
“Not too sure there’s any room for gentlemen in the sheets, Hershel."
[♥] Randall gripped his lover’s hand tightly, eyes drifting shut as his cheek brushed against Hershel’s cheek. Soon his head was rested against the other’s. This would be a big jump in their relationship, and would take it to the next level. As much as he wanted to be excited, this was rather nerve racking for him.
“I suppose I’ll have to prove you wrong, in that case."
[♥] The voice gave it all away, Hershel was just as nervous as Randall was about this. He was even shaking slightly. The redhead’s eyes fell to the floor of his room, they were always stationed up by the guest mattress on the raised platform in his room, so if his parents walked in while they were in the midst of a kiss it was easier to fake whispering in one another’s ear.
[♥] Even as shaky as the brunette was, he was very sure this was what he wanted, and that was only made clear when he shifted himself around, kneeling over the other and pressing his lips against Randall’s again. Randall, however, shuffled back slightly, sitting on Hershel’s mattress, and pulling the other by that pesky tie of his to press their lips together once again.
[♥] Suddenly, Randall found himself pressed against the mattress, and Hershel parted them, looking down at the other slightly, his face a rather bright red. His eyes drifted to Randall’s hands, which worked quietly to remove Hershel’s tie. Hershel shifted back, sitting back on the redhead’s waist and slowly taking off Randall’s neckerchief.
[♥] And. of course, the next articles off were Hershel’s vest and oxford. Hershel turned a bright red, the only time he was this exposed to the redhead was when they changed to their pyjamas for the evening. Eventually, he let Randall sit up enough to rid him of that pesky plum waistcoat of his, slowly sliding the shirt up off his body. It was only once the shirt was off that he noticed how red Randall was as well. This was as overwhelming for him, it seemed.
“Hersh are we… really going to do this?"
[♥] There was no verbal response, just a bright red blush as he unbuttoned Randall’s pants, slowly sliding them off and freezing. This was all so much to take in. Once the boxers were removed, Hershel would see more of his former best friend than he ever would have guessed he would when they first met. Randall quickly met this action by unbuttoning Hershel’s pants, seeing him gasp and bite his lip as the redhead’s hand brushed the other’s groin as the brown pants were removed. This left so little between them and breaking through to the next level of their relationship.
[♥] Neither of them made a move for a while, both just, looking at each other, their eyes practically locked with the tension, the need, so thick in the air you could practically see it. It was finally revealing itself, the pent up hormones, the repressed sexual desires. Randall’s eyes took a slight turn, lust and need beginning to speckle into his otherwise nervous eyes. Hershel took this as his okay, slowly shifting down Randall’s boxers. His face turned a rather powerful red upon revealing the other’s readying member, and he averted his gaze to be polite.
[♥] As much as Randall noticed Hershel’s sudden timidness and reserved manner, like he was second-guessing his decision, his eyes were drawn downwards as he noticed it, the lacking space in the brunette’s boxers. It was a slightly coy grin as the other slowly tugged them down to Hershel’s knees, looking up at his lover, whom was now staring straight back at him again.
“Randall I… I don’t know what to do now…"
“Let me take the lead, Hersh. I’ve got an idea."
[♥] Their positions were promptly flipped, Randall pinning Hershel down as he robbed him of the boxers he had been forced to leave around his knees. It took a moment for Randall to build up the courage, but he lowered his head, taking the tip of Hershel’s erection into his mouth, hearing the other gasp sharply and seeing him clamp his hands over his mouth from the corner of his eye.
[♥] He took more of it into his mouth, feeling Hershel squirm when Randall accidentally brushed his teeth against the appendage. He gagged when it hit the back of his throat, and he, rather than trying to force more in, took the remains in his hand. His head bobbed involuntarily as he finally began to gently and nervously suck on the intrusion to his mouth. His hand began to slowly pump the rest of it.
[♥] If he weren’t so preoccupied, he’d probably be laughing at Hershel groaning, muffled by his hands, which were still tightly covering his mouth. Without warning, Hershel suddenly gripped the sheets with his eyes shut tight, a strange, yet familiar substance causing Randall to gag. He swallowed what he could, but, being inexperienced and all, some escaped, dribbling down his chin and speckling the sheets beneath them. Hershel looked down, his face practically a tomato;
“A-ah, Randall I’m… I’m so…!"
“Don’t worry about it, Hersh. You couldn’t help it. Just… if that happens again, try to give me a bit more warning."
“Y-yeah, sorry I…"
“Sh… we’re not done. You can apologize later. Don’t kill the mood while we’re both still hard."
[♥] His eyes widened momentarily, a sharp gasp accompanying it before the raven eyes shut tightly. Hershel had confidently grabbed Randall’s member, and it had immediately overwhelmed him, and he buckled over forward, a hesitant hand reaching towards Hershel’s busy one. He froze, however, when a pleasured groan finally escaped his lips. He could understand Hershel’s situation now. With this being such a new experience, his body was too overwhelmed to be of any help to him and it wasn’t too long before he had noticed his involuntary thrusting in time with Hershel’s devilish hand. And, it came as no surprise when his vision went white, and Hershel’s stomach and chest were promptly splashed with that same substance.
[♥] Randall thought for sure Hershel would freak out, he was definitely one for cleanliness after all, but looking up at him were two lustful eyes, any nervousness, any doubt finally wiped clean and replaced by pure passion in the heat of the moment. Promptly Randall was brought down, their lips being smashed together. Within a moment or two, he could feel Hershel’s desperately grinding against his leg, looking for release.
“Hersh, you okay if I use this stuff?"
“H-hm? Oh, yeah, sure."
[♥] A small smile came to his face when he squeezed a small amount into his hand. Of course, when it came to recommended amount, he had no idea. Wasn’t like there was anyone he could ask, and he didn’t know what would happen if he used too little or too much. He warmed the substance slightly between his hands before beginning to prepare the other, a little shakily at that. Hershel looked at him, nodding to allow him to proceed, and immediately Randall began to press in, and rather quickly at that and not hesitating to begin his work.
[♥] But, that’s when he heard it. A pained gasp, followed by a choked up sob. His eyes shot wide open as he looked up to the other, who had tears tugging at his eyes and promptly escaping after a few moments. Hershel was actually crying, his hands gripping into the bedding below him desperately. Randall wasn’t sure what to do, and hesitantly brought a hand to the brunette’s cheek;
[♥] As hesitant as he was, he knew arguing with Hershel after he started using the gentleman argument was pointless. He began to slowly thrust, and barely even noticed that almost immediately, Hershel’s loud sobbing was drowned out. It was too far gone now, he couldn’t hear anything around him as lust washed over his senses and he was swept in the moment.
[♥] Despite his pain, Hershel was the one to climax first, coating Randall’s stomach and tensing up tighter, a hand gripped over his mouth to try to muffle his sobbing when the other gave one more powerful thrust and came hard in his lover. It wasn’t until he pulled out that he had noticed two things;
[♥] The condition of them and the bed, and Hershel sobbing. Randall, of course, knew which was more important, and crawled up to Hershel, stroking his hair and kissing his forehead;
“You did great, Hersh. Please, please don’t cry."
“N-ngh, Randall it’s not that, i-it hurt… I-I…"
“I can imagine. You really held out, though. I probably would have made you stop right away… you’re really amazing, Hershel."
[♥] His lips were pressed softly against the brunette’s as a hand idly stroked his hair, seeing Hershel slowly begin to calm down and regain control of his tears and his breathing. Quietly, Randall spoke;
“We should probably shower. God knows what my parents would do if they woke up and saw us like this."
“Y-yeah… go ahead and go first, I-I need—"
“You’re coming with me, Hersh, now let’s go before they wake up."
[♥] He looked out the window, the morning sun just barely peeking up, a fragment of light in the window. He and Randall truly did make the most of their nights, and once they were both clean, he knew they’d cuddle again, until they fell asleep.
[♥] They had been travelling for hours, moving deeper and deeper into those ruins. Hershel felt like they'd never make it. It wasn't until he felt that cool breeze, until they finally saw the door, between them and a pool of water was their goal. This is what they had been searching for. His eyes drifted to Randall, who seemed to be in a state of absolute awe;
"Hershel... we... we found it!"
"I suppose we did, Randall."
"I can hardly believe my eyes we... it's...!"
[♥] It was almost immediately, Randall tackled Hershel excitedly, knocking him to the ground and planting a strong kiss on his lips. A look of pure excitement, unmatched joy ignited in his eyes;
"I never could have done it without you, Hershel! Thank you!!"
"It's in your bag, isn't it? You... you brought it with you?"
"I didn't want mom finding it..."
"You know we're, completely alone in here..."
"Hershel are you really saying--"
"Randall think about it... it's been harder to get time to ourselves. My parents and your mother may be fine with us seeing each other again but... with the promise you made to your father..."
"It's hard, I know."
"Doesn't that make right now... the perfect time? We couldn't get caught, we can be as loud as we want."
"I like the way you think, Hersh."
[♥] A coy grin took his face as he leaned down, his lips meeting Hershel's and his tongue entering his mouth. Hershel gasped, but his eyes fell half-shut and his tongue danced with Randall's. It almost seemed, since these acts were known and forbidden now, that they only seemed more passionate.
"Hersh, you're like my treasure, you know that?"
"You aren't normally one for sentiment."
"But, I love you, and I gotta tell you, okay?"
[♥] His hands snaked up Hershel's shirt, shifting the fabric up and exposing the olive-toned skin beneath it. He could feel Hershel shiver slightly as the cold air hit his bare flesh, and his skin turning a bright red.
"Don't worry, Hersh... things are about to get real warm."
[♥] He slid off Hershel's trousers, and the boxers along with them, before ruffling into his bag and taking out the familiar bottle. He honestly wasn't sure why the shop keepers kept selling this to him, now that their secret was out. Not that he wasn't grateful. Quickly, he tore off his neckerchief, sliding off his coat and practically tearing his shirt off. His pants came immediately after, his excitement already showing the moment his boxers revealed it.
[♥] He reached over for the bottle of lubricant, but Hershel grabbed his arm, soon pressing him down against the cold stone ground.
"Hershel, what are you--!!!"
[♥] His breath hitched in his throat as Layton suddenly took most of Randall's length in his mouth. Hershel had never done this before, and despite how beginner he was at it, it was still driving him absolutely mad. His hips bucked up, causing Hershel to gag slightly and reel back, releasing him for a moment;
"S-sorry Randall I've just never..."
"Don't apologize, Hersh. You did great."
"Did?"
[♥] He took the length in again, this time trying to force the remaining length in. He fought his gag reflex for a moment or two, before finally deciding it was tolerable. Randall groaned when Hershel began to bob his head slightly. Of course, he was just repeating what he had seen and felt Randall do time and time again. Which means, it only took a moment for the tongue to join the fray, stroking the member from base to tip with each bob of his head.
[♥] He raised his head back up to the tip, his tongue barely making it back up before his mouth hastily filled with a bitter substance. As much as he wanted to gag and spit it out, he swallowed the mouthful, raising his head to look at Randall, who's face was painted with concerned;
"I-I'm real sorry"
"Don't apologize, Randall. It's only natural, right?"
"We can't be done yet though, can we? I mean, you're still..."
[♥] Hershel blushed, and in his moment of weakness he was promptly flipped back onto his back, the lubricant squeezing onto Randall's hand. Bracing himself wasn't enough, Hershel gasped loudly when the cold sensation hit him;
"E-every time, Randall..."
"Of course!"
[♥] Hershel groaned softly when he felt Randall's member pressing at his entrance. Randall was being a tease, smirking down at him until they finally made eye contact;
"Randall, please, you know I-- hck!"
[♥] Randall pressed in, being a fair bit slower than usual until he was completely in. His eyes didn't leave the brunette's face, as he firmly grabbed the other's member, watching his eyes squeeze shut as multiple sensations overtook him. Finally, Randall had began to slowly thrust, pumping the other's member in his hand as well. Hershel was practically shouting, his face completely flushed, and every sense overwhelming him.
[♥] Picking up the pace, Randall began to grunt and groan. He could feel his climax coming again. Hershel's hips began to involuntarily buck in motion with Randall's hand. This made the other freeze for a moment, and began to time his thrusts in time with it as well. Hershel was groaning, moaning, practically crying out for his release.
[♥] However, Randall was the first to cum. Releasing hard with a small set of powerful thrusts that inevitably lead Hershel to his own release. His back arched with a relieved moan, and mere moments later he was entirely spent, laying on the cum-speckled stone ground, panting tiredly.
"You know, I don't think I've ever seen you that enthusiastic before."
"Consider it our reward for a hard day at work or something. However, it was rather pleasant to finally not be interrupted."
"I second that. But, Hersh, do you think we should maybe... clean up?"
"For who? We're the only ones that even know about this place."
"That's a fair point. H-hey, who made you the brains of this relationship?"
"Nothing less can be expected of a gentleman-in-training."
[♦] It had been a few weeks since Randall’s return, and Layton had been rather hesitant to approach him. They had only exchanged sorrowful glances as they passed each other in the hall. But finally, Layton had enough. There were a few questions he needed answered;
“Ah, Hershel, sure. What is it?"
“Not here, Randall. This is a matter that should be handled privately. Pumpkin Park re-opened today, I know a spot there."
“Pumpkin park? Hershel you do realize that this is the grand re-opening. It’s going to be busier there than it will be here, right?"
“Have I ever steered you wrong? A gentleman always has a plan."
“…Lead the way.”
“Was it really necessary to bring me out in public? Henry had shielded me from the public so I wouldn’t have to deal with this."
“But you’d have to face this eventually. The townspeople were going to continue to hate you until they get to know the real you. Until things have improved, I’ll accompany you anywhere you need to go."
“Hershel you don’t understand. Henry had to call in an old friend, and have him come to his home, just to cut my hair. And he still had to monitor him to make sure he didn’t butcher me, or my hair, out of anger."
“I understand completely. Granted I’m unable to walk a mile in your shoes, but that doesn’t mean I don’t observe the difficulty you’re facing. However, people like Henry and I are always here for you, Randall.”
[♦] Finally they arrived. Despite some of the hateful glares, a lot of people merely went about their business. This truly wasn’t a place for people to worry. Layton looked over at Randall, a small smile and a brief chuckle escaping him;
“W-wait, what are you laughing at?"
“You, of course. I don’t think I’ve seen a man’s wardrobe so drastically change in such a short time."
“What do you mean?"
“Didn’t you wear that exact outfit when we were younger? Even down to the neckerchief?"
[♦] Randall looked down, naturally, it only reminded him of his past. It was sudden, they stopped moving and he looked back up to see Layton having a brief conversation with the man running… the ferris wheel. Of course, somewhere enclosed, somewhere the two of them are completely alone without fear of someone coming in on them. They stepped in, the door being closed and the wheel slowly beginning to raise. It was sudden, but Layton seemed at a loss for words. It was, almost fortunate that Randall had matters to talk to him about too;
“Hey, Hershel, actually, can I ask YOU something?"
“Yes, of course. What is it?"
“…Did you move on? You have, haven’t you?"
[♦] His eyes widened, he was completely shocked. This had been the reason he had brought Randall here in the first place. This had been the first time in a long time he was at a complete loss for words.
“Hershel it’s okay, I underst—"
“Randall, we’ve been separated for ten years, I know, but why ever would you think I moved on?"
“Because of just that reason, it’s been ten years."
“To be honest with you, Randall, this is precisely why I called you out today. I thought for sure you may have moved on with someone in the village you were staying in. However, my feelings for you have only grown stronger in the passing years. Besides, a true gentleman always waits for their love."
“So you never did let up on becoming a gentleman, did you? Honestly I was sure it was some face you were putting on for that little guy. And I truly am relieved and delighted to hear I was wrong. But, Hershel… dare I ask, if you’re still my gentleman?"
“Randall you could have been gone a hundred years and I’d still be your gentleman."
[♦] It was sudden but a smile took Randall’s face, taking one of Hershel’s hands, hastily deciding that was insufficient and pulling the other into a tight hug. Two strong arms hastily secured themselves around him. It had been too long since he felt this embrace. His head lowered onto his shoulder, his eyes falling shut;
“Can you ever forgive me for what I’ve done?"
“I forgave you the day those dark miracles came to a close."
“Hershel I’m… I’m so sorry."
“There’s no need to apologize. The damage is being repaired, and we have you back now. That’s truly what matters. I can guarantee; everyone in this town, me especially, missed you dearly."
[♦] Before Randall could utter another word, Layton had cupped his chin, lifting his head and pressing their lips together. If there was any question about his love before, the sweet, gentle nature the kiss captured was enough to tell him. The metaphorical fireworks ignited, sending tingles he hadn’t felt in years all over his body. Layton moved back, a soft smile on his face.
“Ten years is truly a long time to go without seeing my fiancé, after all."
[♦] Hershel locked up for a moment, as Randall grabbed both cheeks between his hands, moving forward to capture another kiss. Passion spurring through it, as brief as it was. When he backed away, a foot on the ground and a knee on the seat still, he blushed, a small smile stuck to him;
“I know, and I’ll make sure it never happens again, Hershel.”
[♠] It was barely a day after Randall's parents had spoken to Layton's before the entire town knew about the two of them. His parents had forbidden them from seeing each other. Hershel had spent the entire night up in tears when his parents had ripped him away from Randall. He expected Randall did the same. It was awful, all day at school the two exchanged sorrowful glances to another. During lunch, Randall tried to approach Hershel, only to be separated by a crowd of students only a few moments after seeing one another.
[♠] There was one point in the day he had to look forward to. At the very end of the day they had a very brief, five minute period they were able to be around one another. Their lockers were side by side and neither could be taken from it until school was out. Randall had skipped his last period class, and was standing over by them, waiting for Layton to come out of his class directly next to their lockers.
[♠] The bell rang and Layton was the first out of his class, immediately locking eyes with his separated lover. He hurried over, not hesitating to embrace the other. He had a look of utter distraught on his face, but didn't hesitate to leave a small kiss on the other's cheek.
"H-Hersh... dammit, our parents doing this to us... it just isn't right."
"I know, I just, can't handle it, Randall. We can't spend even a moment alone and..."
"I'm going to start talking to my parents... They'll be easier to convince. If I can get mom on my side, she can maybe... start telling the townspeople to let us see each other for just a little bit."
"And I'm going to start talking to the dean about letting us see each other on school grounds. He's very understanding, and maybe he'll get that we're not the only homosexual couple in the school. We're just the only ones with parents flipping out about it."
"I-I just, why did they have to tell anyone? It was none of their business... it's our lives."
"I don't get it either, Hersh... but, at least we have this small window with each other. We just need to make the most of it."
[♠] Randall cupped his chin, softly kissing the brunette, trying to drown out the disgusted glares around him, and relieved the he felt Layton's hands graze over his cheek as he softly kissed back. He softly pressed Layton against the locker, pressing his hand against it as they parted, his head lowering into the crook of Hershel's neck. Layton swore he could feel tears soaking through his shirt, and softly put both hands around his back.
"Randall... we'll make it through this. I know we will. I love you, Randall Ascot."
[♠] The bell rang, and almost immediately a teacher grabbed Randall's arm, beginning to tug him away. He reached out, grabbing Hershel's hand and desperately crying out;
"I love you too, Hershel Layton!"
[♠] He fell to his knees as Randall left his sight, despite hearing the loud shouts to let him go. Large tears began to fall from his eyes, his hands covering his face. It took him a minute or two to get up, and silently he grabbed his backpack and left. On his way out of the school, however, he ran into Angela. He looked mildly surprised, and picked up his pace;
"Angela? What are you doing here?"
"Ah, Hershel. Fancy running into you here. Henry asked me to begin walking Randall home. He feels like he may be in danger walking alone with his... current situation."
"Wait, what do you mean in danger?"
"Henry wouldn't tell me anything more. He just told me not to leave Randall alone in public, or let him go into any less populated areas. Look, Hershel, as much as I'd love to stay and chat, Randall isn't allowed to leave until you've gone a ways off the premises, and I'd like to go home at some point today."
"Ah, a-alright. Well, thank you for your time."
[♠] As cold as Angela was, he could somewhat understand where she was coming from; being forced to stay here waiting for Randall for an unknown reason. Hershel avoided eye contact with anyone as he made his way home. Despite the looks he got from some of the townspeople.
"Ah, Hershel! Welcome home!"
[♠] He slowly brought his head up to look at her, sadly nodding before lowering it once again;
"Ah, hello, thank you. I'll, I'll be in my room. I'll see you in the morning."
"Hershel, please, I know you're upset but, understand this was for your own good."
"What good did it do!? I-I can't see Randall at all anymore, today was miserable, there was no point in anything today. I couldn't concentrate, everyone stared at me like there was something wrong with me, none of my teachers acknowledge I exist anymore. I mean, one of them wouldn't even take my homework! I'm going to fail that class if it keeps up."
"It'll get better, Hershel. Eventually you'll give up and--"
"Mom you just don't get it. The only thing different between my relationship and yours is that there's no girl in mine! The love it the same, the emotions are the same, it's all the same! I just, please, leave me be."
[♠] He didn't wait to hear another word, promptly walking off to his room and laying down on his bed. Nothing mattered for the rest of the day, nothing would happen. Nothing to look forward to, nothing to get up for. He just turned off the light, shufflig under the covers and closing his eyes.
[♠] It must have been a few hours later, his mother opened the door, turning on the light switch and watching Hershel shuffle under the covers;
"Hershel, dear, it's time for dinner."
"Eat without me, I'm not hungry right now. I might just grab something later."
"Hershel, Angela stopped by earlier, she said you didn't eat a thing at lunch today, and just gave away what we packed you."
"Yeah, I'm sorry... I wasn't really hungry then either."
"You need to eat something."
[♠] Past this point he wouldn't reply, pulling the covers over his head once again until he heard a sorrowful sigh. Promptly after, the lights shut off and the door was softly shut again. He shut his eyes once more and fell back asleep for the night.
[♠] Other than a few times he woke up for menial things like grabbing water, the next time he woke up was in the morning. Quietly he readied himself for the disappointing day ahead of him. Leaving the house without his lunch, much to his mother's dismay. He arrived at school, being instructed to stay away from his locker until Randall was in class.
[♠] His day went by slowly, and he was barely even able to stay awake during his classes, but the moment he left his final class, he stood around, waiting for Randall. It only took a few moments before he saw Randall bounding around the corner, pushing through students until he could embrace Hershel;
"Hersh! Hersh I missed you so much!"
"I missed you too, Randall, it's been really hard without you with me."
"The feeling's mutual. But. look, Hershel. Angela told me she talked to your parents yesterday and you were already in bed. Is that true?"
"Yeah, I wasn't feeling the greatest when I arrived home."
"That's because you aren't eating. Hershel I was the one that sent Angela over yesterday. I'm worried about you."
"I'm okay, I promise."
"I want to see you eat something tomorrow. It might be hard, but I want to see it. This isn't the way to cope. Please, do it for me."
"Okay... I, I'm sorry, it's just, my appetite is gone. I've just been--"
"I know."
[♠] Randall only tugged Hershel closer, his eyes drifting shut as he took in a deep breath, trying not to choke up as he spoke;
"Remember, Hershel. Even though we can't see each other, I still love you, and you're still worth fighting for. I will never quit fighting. I've got more plans with the principal today to discuss our current predicament. He seems to be on our side and I might be able to get him to talk to the teachers about letting us talk on school property!"
"Randall, you're incredible I-- wow, I can't even believe it!"
"Believe it, Hersh! I'm just that amazing."
[♠] A smile finally took Randall's face and he leaned in, still smiling as his lips pressed against Hershel's. Finally, the small smile Randall wielded grew contagious, and a very small smile finally formed on Layton's face as well. They parted as the bell rang, and Randall smiled briefly;
"I'm off to talk to him again! I'll talk to you tomorrow Hersh, I swear!"
[♠] The teacher that was approaching was surprised to see Randall running off of his own free will, he did notice Hershel's smile reform into it's frown once again. He grabbed his backpack, and left, walking past Angela despite her attempts to get his attention. His walk home was quiet. As was his re-entry to the house. Not a word spoken to anyone. He just stepped into his room again.
[♠] It was far later, he heard the door creak open. As much as he was expecting the lights to come on;
"Mrs Ascot, look. He comes right home and just goes right to bed."
"Randall is doing the same thing. I just don't get it."
"They need each other."
"They need to be normal. They'll move on and start living normally again."
"No, look, listen to this, go behind the door, where Hershel can't see you."
[♠] He heard a small amount of shuffling around, and the lights turned on. He still refused to face her, tugging the blanket over his head;
"Hershel, dinner's ready."
"Not hungry... I'm sorry."
"You need to eat, you can't go on like this. It's been over a day now."
"I'll grab something later."
"You said that yesterday, and the plate I made you was untouched. You didn't even bring your lunch today."
"Mom I'm just tired, can I please just go back to bed?"
"Hershel..."
"Please..."
[♠] The lights were turned back off, and the door was shut. It was through the door, however, that he could hear them speak;
"He did this yesterday as well."
"Randall won't eat with us. He takes his food back up to his room. He brings it back down empty to do the washing up."
"Hershel won't even do that. All he does is sleep. This is destroying them, we can't keep doing this to them."
"I'll talk to my husband about it. But I won't make you any promises. We both think they're sick for this relationship."
"I know but... they'll find a way to see each other. We don't want them doing anything drastic like running away."
"Randall would--"
"Neither would Hershel, but they may do something drastic if we don't let them see each other. I don't want him not eating and getting really sick. Please, consider it."
[♠] As much as he wanted to stay awake, he lacked the energy, and fell asleep once again. Once the morning came around, he quietly got up. Once he was ready to leave, he stepped out of his room. He went to walk past his lunch but, Randall's words echo'd in his head, and he doubled back to grab it.
[♠] Hershel didn't see Randall in their first class today, and of course, he was worried. It wasn't until lunch that he heard anything about him. He was quietly sitting there, force-feeding himself a sandwich when Randall stepped in with the principal, a large smile on his face. He looked around the lunch room, spotting Layton, who was looking up at him already. Looking back at the principal he waved and rushed over towards Hershel's table;
"Hershel! Excellent news! The principal said he'd let us see each other on the down low!"
"What? You mean while we're here we can--"
"We can spend time together while we're on school grounds again!"
[♠] Almost immediately, Randall brought Layton in for a hasty kiss. Looking at the half-eaten lunch quickly and smiling brightly at the other;
"And you're eating, too. Today's just full of good news!"
"I'm glad I get the chance to see you again, Randall."
"The feeling's mutual."
[♠] Randall rested his head against Layton's shoulder, and, after a moment, noticed a sandwich being held out in front of him. He looked up at Hershel quietly, noticing the worry dangling in his eyes;
"Hersh, I'm fine. Don't worry about me."
"A wise man once gave me trouble and told me I needed to eat. If you don't have a lunch, please take it."
[♠] Randall grinned at him for a moment, before taking the sandwich gratefully. In the end, they wound up splitting his lunch. As worried as Randall was that Hershel wasn't eating much, at least he was content enough to eat by choice again. Randall walked him to his last class, stopping him briefly before he left;
"So, after this class we're only going to have five minutes, as usual. If I keep Angela waiting too long, she said she'll blab to my parents."
"I understand. At least now we have a reason to look forward to school again."
[♠] And one last, small brush against the lips before he smiled and ran off;
"I'll see you after class, Hershel!"
[♠] The class seemed to drag. Namely because Hershel knew he'd get to see Randall again. He found himself watching the clock pretty much the entire class. It could only be assumed Randall was doing the same. That bell finally rang and he sprung up, rushing out of class. He was barely out the door when he saw the redhead rushing around the corner;
"Hersh!"
[♠] He practically jumped into the other's arms, barely being caught by the other, who had to drop his books to catch him. Randall seemed over the moon, laughing as he brushed noses with him;
"Class went by so slowly! It felt like I was going to be at my own funeral before I was going to be out of class!"
"Indeed. I don't think I truly paid attention to a single word out of my teacher's mouth all class."
"Yeah, me neither!"
"I really don't think that had anything to do with me, Randall."
[♠] He grinned at Hershel's remark, giving him a very light punch to the shoulder with his usual cocky grin plastered across his face.
"Okay, okay, it had nothing to do with you. But it was worth a shot, wasn't it?"
"A fair point. But we've been together along time now, and we've been friends since we were kids. You can't fool me."
"Won't stop me from trying!"
[♠] Hershel laughed, however, he was interrupted by the bell, and a small frown took his face again. Randall frowned slightly, giving him a small kiss and grabbing his shoulders, a serious look in his eyes;
"Hershel don't worry. You'll see me tomorrow. I promise I'll wait for you right at the front door! I'll spend as much of my day with you as I can!"
[♠] He smiled, grabbing his bag from his locker and standing around. Layton grabbed his, waving his farewell to Randall and leaving the school quietly, in high spirits.
"Hey, Layton!"
[♠] He spun around, being faced by a small gathering of students. No more than seven or eight.
"Ah, hello. Is there anything I can assist you with today?"
[♠] It was sudden, the other approaching him and colliding his fist fiercely with Hershel's jaw. He cried out, hitting the ground with a sharp thud, gripping at his jaw;
"Wh-what was that for!?"
"We're sick of seeing you with that redheaded geek, that's what!"
[♠] An iron pipe was revealed from behind one of their backs, and Layton's eyes grew wide. He was in danger, something was about to go horribly wrong. Before he could even scream, two of the students pinned him down, one by his feet, the other clamping their hands over his mouth. He tried to scream, his eyes watering in fear and anticipation of what was to come.
[♠] The tears sprang out, accompanied with a muffled scream when the pipe collided with his his stomach. Claws digging into his jaw to keep him quiet. He felt nails piercing his skin, but his voice was hitched in his throat through streams of tears. The pipe collided once again with his side and he recoiled, trying to move but being unable to.
[♠] Hit after hit, the iron pipe injured him further and further. He tried to scream, but the one up by his head was clawing his jawline, and he'd receive a strike to the face with each successful cry. He could feel his consciousness slipping away as the strikes grew more intense, and before he knew it, he was engulfed in darkness.
[♠] It wasn't until about ten or so minutes after Hershell blacked out that Randall and Angela left. The two of them chatting about whatever came to mind as they normally did. They both looked forward when they saw eight seemingly strong men pass by, one carrying an iron pipe with... some crimson substance on it. He looked behind him briefly and decided to pick up the pace. Something about them made him feel like he was in danger. It wasn't until he was passing by the lake, seeing the crimson sprayed across the grass, leading up to a limp figure. A person--
"HERSHEL!!"
[♠] Without a moment's hesitation he ran over, falling to his knees beside him, his shaky hands not even able to touch him. He looked as though he had been beaten half to death. His breathing was shallow, and occasionally accompanied by a pained convulsion. With teary eyes he turned, shouting desperately to Angela;
"Go get medicines, bandages, anything! I'll pay you back in full! Just get it!! I've got to get Hershel back to his house, his parents have to help us!"
[♠] He scooped up the injured student, rushing off in one direction while Angela took off in another direction. Tears were streaming down his face, moving as fast as his legs would take him, and bursting into the Layton house.
"Mrs. Layton! You have to help!! Hershel's been...!!"
[♠] Who knew how long he was out for. All he knew is that as his consciousness returned to him, he was overwhelmed with pain. He winced, and his hearing returned to him, hearing soft crying from beside him. Turning his head his eyes widened slightly when he saw the redhead kneeling beside his bed, with his head down on Layton's bed. It was evident he was crying, even if the noises didn't give it away. His shoulders were heaving.
"Rand-d-dall...?"
[♠] Suddenly, Randall's head shot up, large tears falling from his eyes. He went to speak, but the only noise that came out was a choked sob, and he collapsed into a fit of tears closer to Hershel. He wanted to do something to comfort Randall, but even the idea of movement sent pangs of pain straight up and down his spine. It was a few moments before Randall looked up once again, finally able to speak between sobs;
"H-Hersh, Hersh, Hersh, Hersh...!!! What happened!? What happened to you!?"
[♠] He averted his gaze. The last thing he wanted to do was tell Randall he got beat half to death. Actually, he didn't want to say anything that would make Randall more upset than he already was. But, it didn't honestly seem like that was possible;
"It w-was no less th-than seven guys... could have been ei-eight... they, two of them p-p-pinned me down, five of them to-ook occasional shots-s-s-s, and one of them had an iron pi-pipe..."
[♠] His eyes shot open, and he remembered those guys he had crossed paths with on the way home from school. They must have been leaving him for dead. His eyes only overflowed with tears more. He threw himself over Layton, who winced on impact but didn't object, despite the immense pain on his chest.
"I saw them! They were going the opposite way of me and they were laughing and the iron pipe, it had this red stuff on it! H-Hersh!!"
[♠] Hershel shakily raised a hand, placing it on Randall's back, His breathing was jagged, tears beginning to fall silently out of his own eyes as the pain washed over him full force, convulsing as the pain grew more intense. Randall shot up, rushing from the room in a panic;
"Mr Layton, Mrs Layton! He's doing it again!"
[♠] He wasn't entirely sure what was happening. His parents stormed in and started using some unknown medical stuff on him, giving strict instructions to Randall as they left to continue prepping the hot water herb rinse for the infected wounds. Layton looked on the cusp of passing out once again, and soon Randall crawled into bed beside him, letting himself nestle against him softly despite the tears pouring down his face.;
"Get some sleep, Hershel, you need it really badly..."
[♠] And once again, Hershel was unable to protest. The warmth beside him, the already near unconsciousness, it was all overwhelming for him, and quietly he passed out, pain grabbing his body,
[♥] The two of them had set up Hershel's guest mattress a few moments beforehand. Moving those copious boxes out of the way of the raised platform at the far side of his room and dragging the spare mattress. Randall always hoped his parents would never figure out what these 'sudden sleepovers' actually meant. He slung an arm around Hershel, a grin taking his face;
"Record time, eh Hersh? Don't think we've ever set it up that quickly before."
"I do believe you're right, Randall. You sure... you sure it's okay tonight? I mean, your parents are entertaining guests..."
"Which just means they're less likely to care if they hear noises... namely you crying, of course."
[♥] Hershel pouted slightly, his arms crossing over his chest stubbornly, however Randall quickly grabbed his hands, tugging him towards the door to turn off the light. A large grin took his face when the room went dark, aside from moonlight streaming in through the window. He leaned forward, capturing Hershel's lips with his own.
[♥] It was gradual, but Hershel entwined his fingers with Randall's, sweetly leaning into the kiss. As often as they hung out, it was so rare that they got to spend time as a couple, considering the secretive nature of their relationship. It was nights like tonight that told him their efforts were worth it.
[♥] It only took a few moments for Randall to part them, gently pressing his forehead against Hershel's Slowly backing Hershel towards the stairs leading up to his mattress. It was only natural for Hershel to misjudge the distance he had between the where they were and the start of the stairs, and tripping over the first stair, toppling onto the second one. Randall, still standing, grinned and knelt onto the first stair, a leg on each side of Hershel;
"You're such a klutz."
"You were making me walk backwards."
"You fall here everytime. You'd think you'd learn."
[♥] Randall leaned down, capturing Hershel's lips as he was opening them to reply. The brunette released a muffled gasp, but his eyes fell shut slowly, a hand making it's way to Randall's chin to pull him a bit closer, much to the delight of the redhead.
[♥] Layton eventually parted them, looking up the stairs briefly and back at Randall, who nodded and stood up, taking Layton's hand and leading him up the stairs. He always made sure to be gentle with Hershel, he cried rather easily. So, upon reaching the top of the stairs he smiled, being the first to sit on the mattress and letting Hershel seat himself beside him.
"Hershel, are you sure you're ready?"
"Have I ever lied to you? Even once?"
[♥] That was the cue he needed, softly pushing Layton further towards the center of the mattress, his lips meeting the other's once again. Hershel's hands moved up, tugging on that pesky scarf of his. Randall was quick to work, stripping off the remains of his own torso, tossing the articles carelessly over the edge of the raised platform they were on.
[♥] It only took a moment for Hershel's clothing to join the mix, leaving the two topless, and Randall quickly working on removing Hershel's pants. The other merely lay there, knowing that Randall made faster work of this on his own than with Layton's help.
[♥] However, that's when it dawned on him;
"Oh, hold on Hershel! I forgot it in my drawer!"
"I thought you kept it up here."
"My parents wanted to go through my boxes, I had to hide it."
[♥]He hopped down, skipping the stairs and landing on the hard floor with a thud and walking over to the drawers, digging in until he found the half used bottle. He smiled a bit, rushing back up to meet Hershel once again. Hershel glanced to the side;
"Can you... maybe use a bit more this time? I think it hurts so much because you aren't using enough..."
"A-ah? Why didn't you tell me before, Hersh?"
"I... I didn't want to be a bother."
"Hershel it's never a bother. You need to be as comfortable with this as I am. Of course I'll use more."
[♥] He leaned down, softly kissing the brunette for a moment before beginning to get to work. Hershel would gasp the second the cold lubricant touched him, his face flushing red from Randall's hands touching such a delicate area of his body. By this point in their relationship, the redhead had become rather skilled at this.
"Are you ready? I'm--"
"Yeah, I'm ready."
[♥] A small nod and he pressed in, looking up as Hershel gasped, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. Randall rolled his eyes, of course Hershel was going to cry again. He waited a moment, waiting for the waterworks to start, but he looked up at Randall, and smiled;
"I'm... I think I'm okay."
[♥] Slowly the other began to thrust, surprised when he heard a small moan from Layton instead of a gross, sobbing mess. He smiled, leaning down to kiss him, his slow thrusts beginning to pick up the pace. The man beneath him slowly grew louder.
[♥] This feeling was inexplicable, the heat, the passion, their bodies perfectly synced in a display of love. It was a feeling of euphoria. He had barely even noticed how loud the two of them were being, his thrusts growing faster and faster as his climax approached. This was the first time he had so thoroughly enjoying himself, with the knowledge he wasn't hurting Layton, that he was enjoying himself just as much as Randall was.
[♥] He thought Layton was getting a tad loud though, so with a smile he closed his eyes, a quiet shhh escaping his lips. His eyes fell shut, his grunting growing more frequent. Just a moment longer... just a few seconds... just--
[♥] The lights flipped on, causing Randall and Hershel to both jump, their eyes wide as Randall pulled out they felt around desperately for their clothes, which Randall had so carelessly thrown over the edge. He immediately looked towards the door, both of his parents in the doorway, furious and horrified;
[♥] He wasn't sure how it happened. He could have sworn, he and Randall had just been sitting around drinking tea, discussing what movie they were going to watch. A few snide remarks in Layton's direction here and there;
"Is it just me, Hershel, or do you never know what kind of movie you want to watch?"
"A true gentleman always gives his significant other the chance to decide on a movie before suggesting one himself."
"That's quite an excuse to say you're indesicive."
[♥] Layton laughed quietly, and noticed Randall get up out of his chair, moving it right beside him. This was pretty typical, Randall usually sat rather close to him during their time alone, making sure to always be in contact with Layton. Since their relationship was rather, secretive. Despite the numerous years they had been together, they were completely in the closet to the rest of the world.
"Well I don't know what movie to decide on, Hersh. Shouldn't that mean the gentleman steps in and suggests one?"
"Actually, uhh, a true gentleman allows his other to come to terms with.. with a genre before suggesting something."
"Romance. Adventure. Sci-fi, Fantasy, choose somethin' out of one of those."
"Let's avoid romance. Sci-fi can be kind of repetitive. Why don't we go for something in the adventure genre? Maybe something to do with archaeologists?"
"Sounds good, now narrow that down."
"Randall I'm not doing all the work."
[♥] He shuffled closer to the top hat clad lover, a sly grin taking his face as he landed a small kiss on the other's lips. Naturally, Layton immediately flared a bright red, shifting his top hat to cover most of his face. Randall couldn't help but laugh at this, seeing Layton fluster so much was his bread and butter. And, of course, he lifted his top hat up again, leaving another small kiss and brushing their noses together;
"Randall?"
"You've been real repressed for a few years, haven't you?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know exactly what I mean, Hersh. Do you remember how passionate our relationship was when it started? How you used to cry, and the first time you didn't my parents caught us? Remember sneaking out to cuddle by the lake at night?"
"Of course I do... minus the crying, Randall. Gentlemen don't cr--"
"You cried, Hersh. A lot. My parents probably didn't catch on because they thought we were arguing or something."
"You do talk an awful lot."
[♥] Randall immediately stood up, taking Layton's hands and leading him away from the table. The taller gentleman had no idea what was happening. As much as his mind should have been piecing things together, he barely had time to register what was happening before it had started. The next thing he knew, Randall had pinned him down on his bed, using one of his hands to pin Layton's arms over his head.
"What are you doing Randall?"
[♥] No response from the redhead, who used his other hand to shift Layton's collar away, finally ducking down and letting his lips brush against the newly exposed skin. A satisfied smirk coming across his face when he felt the other arch beneath him, a moan immediately escaping the professor. He took a moment to look up, the professor's olive skin having turned a bright red, and his eyes shut tightly.
"You really are repressed, Hershel."
"R-Randall..."
[♥] He sat Layton up for a brief moment, stripping the other of his jacket, his shirt, that that signature top hat of his and tossing them carelessly to the side. His cold hands gently grazed over Layton's side, feeling the other shudder beneath him at the sudden chill. His lips pressed against the other's neck again, and slowly began to trail down, being caught by Layton's hands around the middle of his chest.
[♥] He pulled Randall up, pressing his lips passionately against his fiancé's. Feeling Randall part, his tongue slowly finding it's way into his mouth. The taste of tea swiftly re-entered his palette when his curious tongue began to explore. It wasn't long before their tongues commingled with one another, dancing in perfect sync.
"We need this... we need this badly..."
[♥] Layton merely nodded, his black eyes half-lidded. Almost immediately as their eyes met, Layton's had shut tightly once again as he felt Randall toying with his pants. This was it, something he had been without for years, and it was all happening so fast.
[♥] That's when he felt it. It felt like it was all at once. He couldn't tell how quick or how slow it all happened; his pants and boxers sliding off with the remains of his clothes and a cold hand gripping his semi-erect member. His eyes shot open, a powerful moan escaping him, and his hands gripping the sheets beneath him.
"That's it, Hersh... you're doin' great."
[♥] Randall was rather lazy about things, laying on his side, his hand slowly pumping up and down, looking up at Layton, who's eyes were shut tight, his back arching. His jagged breathing coming out as nothing more than moaning and panting. Naturally, Randall wasn't going to end it here, but this reaction was priceless to him.
[♥] Suddenly, Randall had shifted, taking the other's length fully, and was met with Layton's back arching as he practically screamed in ecstasy and lust. One of his hands gripped the sheets with all it's might, the other found itself buried in Randall's hair, trying to coax it further, but only proving to gag the other.
[♥] It was for his own good, Randall grabbed Layton's arms, pinning them down so he could work without being gagged. Slowly, he began to bob his head back and forth, trying not to grin at Layton's volume. It was a pleasant change to hear the noises Randall could so easily cause him to make, after all. It wasn't long before his tongue joined the fray. Layton squirming beneath him as Randall's tongue grazed up and down the fully erect member in time with his movements.
[♥] However, that very quickly came to an end, hearing Hershel cry out as a familiar heat filled his mouth, causing the other to gag and swallow in defence alone. He lifted his head, aggravated.
"When I said you were repressed, I didn't think you seriously hadn't done anything since last time we..."
"A-a gentleman... always waits..."
"Well, can a gentleman strap in for more? It's not like a gentleman to not let his lover get off too."
[♥] Layton merely replied with a nod, not able to talk well enough to sass Randall back. Randall moved over beside Layton for a second, reaching into his drawer and pulling out a small tube. Hershel cringed slightly, Randall always tormented him, letting the cold lubricant touch him directly as soon as it was on his hands. So he could hardly say he was surprised when, moments after hearing the other press some out, the cold sensation hit him. He gasped, his hands digging into the sheets. Randall slowly worked, spreading the cold sensation around simply to hear Layton gasping and groaning more. As much as this tormented Layton, he loved every second of it.
"You ready? You aren't going to cry again, are you?"
"I don't cry."
"You did at one point."
"Randall don't make m--"
[♥] This was promptly replaced by his breath hitching in his throat as the other entered quickly. Layton held his breath for a moment, needing to become used to this sensation again after such a long duration without it. His eyes squeezed shut, his face flaring a rather bright crimson. Randall stayed still for a moment, giving Layton some time to adapt to the sudden intrusion. A small smile came across his face as he finally noticed Layton relax, even after such a long time.
"You're doin' great. Just keep it up, okay?"
[♥] Slowly he began moving, and immediately Layton's eyes squeezed shut once again. His breathing turning into jagged, hitched moans, with each one cut off by the overwhelming sensations racking his body. Slowly, the thrusting became faster, more passionate, and gradually became accompanied by Randall grunting. As much as he wanted to stop, to check to make sure Layton was okay, he couldn't bring himself to. They were both caught in the moment.
[♥] Layton's silence turned into quiet groans, which quickly grew louder as Randall's thrusts sped up. The redhead smiled, but his impending release was coming fast. He looked at the other, Layton's eyes were locked shut still, audible groaning leaving the usually quiet gentleman. But they suddenly shot open, and with a powerful cry he released once again.
[♥] Randall tensed up, finally reaching his own release as well, a lustful groan intermingling with Layton's for a moment before he finally fell limp, pulling out slowly and practically collapsing beside him. As much as he wanted to say he was surprised when he looked over at his significant other, he wasn't.
[♥] He had passed out. Randall smiled, ruffling Layton's messy hair up. Likely, he'd get blamed for it when Layton woke up, but in the meantime, Randall enjoyed the quiet company. His head found itself nestled in the nook of Layton's neck, despite the mess the two of them were situated in at the moment. He didn't care, he didn't mind at all. Just, quietly he grabbed the blanket, draping it over the both of them;
"For twelve years without... you did fantastic, Hershel."
