And I Say, What About Breakfast At Tiffanys?
by Doc Swain
Pairing: Cory Raines/Richie Ryan
Rated: A
Series: Part six of a series: Wager of Desire, Thief of Hearts, On The Balcony,Burn Down the Mission, Confession Is Good For The Soul, and And I Say "What About Breakfast at Tiffanys?".
Disclaimer:Disclaimers The characters are not my property. They are used without permission, and are used for the sole intent of entertainment and not for profit. Note other disclaimers at beginning of story.
Author's Notes: What's your favorite movie?
Summary: Cory opens up more to Richie, and they have great sex.
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Richie Ryan rolled over and stretched out under the cool sheets, opened his eyes and looked around for his lover. The bed was empty. He sat up and looked at the clock, it was late morning. Just as he was about to get out of bed and go looking for Cory Raines, the bedroom door opened and in walked Cory, stark naked, carrying a tray with toast, jam and coffee.
"Morning studboy," Cory said.
"What's this?" Richie asked.
He sat the tray down next to Richie. "I figured you deserved breakfast in bed. That little game of yours, last night, was fantastic," Cory replied, climbing on the bed giving Richie a very deep, wet kiss.
Richie caught his breath when Cory leaned back. "Well, when your lover is more then 800 years old, you kind of figure he's probably done everything at least once. I just try to keep things interesting."
"And you do," Cory said. "We've got coffee, toast and three types of jam. Blackberry, peach, and strawberry, for your morning pleasure."
Richie smiled and looked down at Cory's semi-erect cock. "That's more along the lines of my idea of breakfast," he said.
Cory laughed. "A breakfast link?"
Richie groaned. "That's a meal."
"Well, you'll have plenty of time to snack on it," Cory said. "We're going to eat, and then spend the entire day in bed, talking and playing."
"Talking?" Richie asked.
"We're immortal, not insatiable," Cory said.
"Speak for yourself, old man."
"I can see you're insatiable, and I like it," Cory said. "Besides, you said you wanted to hear all about Alan."
"Oh, I do," Richie replied. "But I also want to gain some other common ground with you."
"Common ground?" Cory asked, spooning some blackberry jam on a piece of toast.
"Yeah, like what's your favorite movie? Who's your favorite writer? That kind of stuff. Only, remember, I'm still technically living my first life. Mac, and Amanda, they always come up with these artists I've never even heard of, or some little known Scottish poet," Richie said.
Cory laughed, choking on his toast. "Let me guess, that one was Mac?"
Richie nodded. "You older type immortals don't usually go for the modern stuff."
Cory frowned. "Older type immortals? Just how many immortals have you been with? I want names."
Richie put down his toast. "Did I hear jealousy in your voice?" C
ory looked around. "From me?" he asked.
Richie nodded.
"No, must be some serious guy. I'm just a carefree thief."
"Uh huh," Richie said. He sipped some coffee, and watched a drop of blackberry jam slipped from Cory's toast and land on his chest. "Now this is what I call a real breakfast." He put down his coffee and leaned forward licking the jam from his lover's chest. "Yum. I think I've got another idea," he said.
Cory felt his cock springing to life, as Richie stuck his finger into the blackberry jam and then traced it down Cory's chest and stomach to the base of his rising member. He shivered as Richie continued tracing up the length of the shaft to the tip, covering him in sweet blackberry jam. He laughed as Richie took one more finger full and spread it evenly over his smooth shaved balls.
"Now, for a real breakfast of champions," Richie said, before leaning in and kissing Cory's soft lips. He began working his way down the trail of jam, licking every inch of Cory's chest and stomach before getting to the base of Cory's towering erection. He looked up at his lover, smiled, and licked around the base to the evenly coated balls.
Richie loved to lick Cory's balls. Ever since their first night together, when he discovered Cory shaved his balls, a grooming style they had in common, he found it hard to keep his hands or mouth off of them. He tentatively licked at the gooey mess, and then got more aggressive, pushing his tongue around the soft smooth skin and sucking first the left then the right into his mouth. He paid special attention to Cory's balls, and licked them clean, until he heard Cory groaning.
"I'm getting close," Cory moaned.
"Not yet," Richie said. "I've got a shaft to lick clean."
"Oh God," Cory moaned. "I'll never be able to hold out."
Richie laughed and resumed his licking, moving his tongue up the shaft to the tip, and taking it in his mouth, sliding down the length until he felt the tip pushing against the back of his throat. He thought about trying to hum, knowing the vibration of his throat against the tip of Cory's cock would probably set his lover off, but he had other plans. He raised his head, and licked just the tip again, swirling his tongue around the crown until Cory was whimpering with pleasure.
"Please, don't stop," Cory managed to say.
Richie looked up, taking the shaft in his fist and caressing it. "I'll never stop," he promised.
Cory sighed.
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1264 AD British Isles. Rayne Wood Cross.
"I'll never stop," Alan said.
Cory rolled over in the hay. "Never is a long time," Cory replied. "Alas, we have to stop. You wouldn't want the friar to walk in on us, would you?"
Alan fought back a laugh. "And do you suppose he would be shocked, or would he join us as well?"
"You would corrupt a man of the cloth?" Cory feigned shock, but couldn't keep a smirk from crossing his lips.
"Aye, and enjoy doing it, I would," Alan replied. "As long as I was doing it with you as well."
Cory hugged him. "We must go. The sheriff's men will come looking for him."
"The body is buried, right proper," Alan replied. "Not that I would've given him a Christian burial."
"Don't be so judgmental," Cory said. "His wanting to kill me wasn't personal. It's all part of the game."
"I don't know how you can be so carefree, knowing others like yourself are hunting you all the time."
"Not hunting," Cory said. "We don't hunt one another. Well, not all of us hunt one another," he corrected himself. "It's more then that, its for a grand prize."
"Aye, what exactly do you get when you are the only one left?" Alan asked.
Cory sat up. He pondered that question many times. "I don't know, but it must be something of great value. Come, I hear the men in the barnyard. We must decide our next move."
The men were gathered around the barnyard with their wives and children. Cory nervously looked around at the group. Most of the men who had helped burn the mission were there. John Hargrove, Friar Tuck, Willard Osgoode, the brother of the man the sheriff murdered, and a young man, a drifter, named Will. Cory knew this young man from the village, and the forest. His scarlet hair neatly tucked beneath a cloth cap.
Magrath Hargrove began to clap her hands and cheer when she saw Cory. "Our savior! The sheriff is dead, and the mission burned!"
Others in the crowd also began cheering and clapping. Cory felt his skin turning crimson. They cheered him, but if they had arrived earlier, they would've feared him, he thought. If they had seen the quickening, they would be burning him at the stake or hanging him from the highest branch.
Alan stood back from Cory, against the barn door. Only Will, of the scarlet hair, took real notice of Alan. They were close in age, and features. Alan was close to Corwin, and had his ear. The rumor was he had other parts of the thief as well, but Will cared not. He knew, if he wanted the hero of the people he could have him.
Cory raised his hands above his head. "Good people, I thank thee, but we haven't time to celebrate. The sheriff's men will be looking for him. We must make haste, and leave this place."
"Aye, we all must leave," said an old lady emerging from the cottage. "There be danger in this place."
"Who are you?" John Hargrove asked, as the elderly woman stepped to the center of the crowd.
"I am called many things. Most call me the witch of Rayne Wood Cross, tho' my name be Claire."
"Are you a witch?" Magrath Hargrove asked.
"Pish! There be no such thing as a witch," Claire replied. "I've been a midwife and healer to the folks round here, but there be nothing evil about my doings."
"Can you foretell the future," Eve Hargrove, youngest daughter of John, asked.
"No one can foretell the future, child," the elderly lady said. "But one can get feelings, nudgings from the greater hand of God."
"Do you have one of these nudgings now?" John asked.
"Aye, and it tells me to flee this place. Men are coming, with harmful intent. One in particular wants you," she said, pointing to Cory.
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Present....
"I want you," Cory said. He sat on top of Richie, pinning him to the bed. He held a finger full of jam before his lover's mouth. "Now, you did lick me clean, so I should only return the favor." He moved his finger slowly hovering over Richie's naked body until it touched the tip of his lover's steely cock. "Oops. I guess this is where I'll have to start."
He wrapped his fist around the soft hot flesh, smearing it with jam, and then quickly swooping down with his tongue and lovingly licking the shaft. He knew Richie couldn't hold out much longer, and Cory wanted so much more. He traced his way back to Richie's mouth and kissed him, while rolling him over.
Richie found himself on his stomach, and Cory's mouth buried in the cleft of his ass. His tongue caressing the spot Richie knew was about to be invaded. Lube? he thought. As he opened his mouth he felt something cool being rubbed against his hot spot. Cool and sticky. "What the--"
"Lay still," Cory commanded. "It's all natural preserves."
"You're using jam as a lube?"
"I forgot the peanut butter," Cory replied. "Don't worry, we'll have plenty of time to clean up."
Richie started to protest and felt the tip of Cory's burning man sword pressing against his waiting hole. "Oh God! Yes!" he moaned.
Cory thrust in slowly, until his could go no further. He felt his balls pressing against Richie's and the sticky feeling of jam covering him. He pressed his full weight down on Richie's back and then reached beneath his lover, grabbing his semi-hard cock. Richie tried to thrust his cock into Cory's hand, but Cory's weight kept him from moving too much.
"I'll get you off," Cory whispered, pressing his lips against Richie's ear, and Richie moaned with pleasure. "You're mine for the moment, and that's all that matters."
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1264 AD The cottage at Rayne Wood Cross
Cory sat in front of the hearth, warming himself. Alan and the others were busying themselves for the beginning of their journey. Why they were willing to follow him, Cory did not know, but he knew it could not end well for any of them after he killed the sheriff.
"What troubles you?' Claire asked, placing her withered hand on his shoulder.
"You know what I am?" Cory asked.
"Aye," she said.
"And you are not frightened?" He asked, wanting to pull away from her touch, but reluctant to move.
"You never frightened me," she responded. "Why should I feel fear now?'
"You are a witch," he said. "How could anything but a witch not be frightened of me?"
"Those people outside are nay frightened of you," Claire said. "And those two boys have no feelings of fright for you."
"Two boys?"
"The minstrel, and the one of the scarlet hair," she replied.
"Alan and Will." Cory thought of Alan, laying with him in the hayloft, and by the lake, and the many other times they shared one another, before Alan knew his secret. Will, on the other hand, was new to the village. No one knew very much of him, just he was orphaned in the winter when his mother passed, and his father was rumored to be of Nobel blood, but could not or would not acknowledge his bastard child.
"They have very deep feelings," Claire said. "But feelings are not enough to help you."
"Help?" Cory asked.
"These people need you to lead them to a safe place, where they can have a life free of the tyranny and oppression of the King and his guards. They are counting on you, and you don't want to let them down." Claire stood and gently patted him on the head. "I've seen many such as you in the last few years. Many of the lightening men. It was a lightening man who killed your father."
Cory turned to her. "Why did you not tell me?"
"I was protecting you, my son," she replied, a deep sadness in her voice. "I had to protect you from harm. If anyone found out, we both would've been burned at the stake."
"How long?" Cory asked.
"From the moment you were born, I knew."
"And you did nothing?" he asked.
"I loved my son," Claire said. "And suffered for that love. I lost a husband and I lost you. I was stripped of my title and my family, and am nothing more then a midwife here in Rayne Woods, but you are here and we are together again."
He stood and hugged the elderly woman. "Mother, I'm with you again, for the moment, and that's all that matters," he said.
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Present...
Cory felt the hot water of the shower beating down on him, and his body pressing against Richie's, their lips locked in a deep kiss. When their lips parted Cory took a deep breath. "I want you to know, this moment with you is all that matters to me," he said.
Richie smiled. "You matter to me."
Cory smiled and continued to rub his lover's body with a sweet citrus scented soap. "So, you want to know my favorite movie?"
"Mmmmm," Richie moaned as he enjoyed the feeling of Cory's strong hands on his back and sides. Richie loved how Cory would rub his body against his back, while he soaped Richie's chest and stomach, always dipping his hands lower until he was caressing Richie's growing cock and stroking the hot shaft. "Yeah, tell me, what is your favorite movie?"
"I'll bet you think I'm going to say Robin Hood, or Bonnie and Clyde, don't you?" Cory mused, stroking Richie's cock and rubbing his own against Richie's cleft ass. "I'm not you know. My favorite film is Breakfast At Tiffanys."
"Really?" Richie asked, slightly distracted by the feeling of Cory's cock pressing against his waiting ass. "I never would have thought it."
"What's your favorite film?" Cory asked, almost whispering as he pressed into Richie and listened to his lover gasp before answering.
"Oh Yeah! I like an action film. The Terminator. Yes! Oh Yeah!" Richie was lost in the sex, feeling Cory pump into him and stroke his own cock at the same time. "Take me on my back," Richie managed to say between moans of pleasure. "I want to see your face."
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1264 AD The woods near Rayne Wood Cross
"Yes!" Alan moaned, looking up into Cory's eyes as the bigger man gently thrust into him, while staring down into his eyes. Cory thrust several more times and felt himself ready to burst. He took a short breath, leaned forward, thrust rapidly into Alan, and kissed him. After several more short thrusts Cory pulled back, and rolled from on top of him young lover.
"Oh God!" Cory gasped. "I've never felt this with any wench."
"Nor I," Alan replied. His breathing began to slow. "I feel the things I shouldn't for another man, and I know the priests teach us it is wrong, but my feelings cannot be wrong, not when your body on top of mine, next to mine, feels so right."
Cory sat up. "We have to leave soon. Tomorrow at dawn."
"I know."
"We won't have many chances to pleasure ourselves like this again for some time," Cory said. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Alan's again.
Present.....
"Oh God! Yes!" Cory shouted, warm water beating down on his back as he plunged into his lover. He looked down at Richie and saw the love in Richie's eyes for him. This was more then he dared hope for after so many centuries. He collapsed against Richie's chest and he felt his lover's arms encircle his body, holding him tight. He looked once again into those deep blue eyes and accepted the offered kiss.
As he took a deep breath and they disentangled their limbs he pulled Richie up into a sitting positing next to himself, and held him beneath the warm water washing over their bodies. "I think we found our common ground," he said, looking into those blue eyes.
Richie smiled. "Sex?" he asked.
"Love," Cory answered.
Richie looked into Cory's eyes again, and this time saw a reflection of what Cory saw in his eyes. "And trust," he replied.
The End
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