09-12-2018, 12:45 AM
Aiden’s attention wavered as he saw a red line form in the air, no doubt Nox’s doing. Eye’s bulging, he forgot about Sage for a second. Only a second though, then the hormones took control again and his brain became a battlefield once more. The only sound he could get out at that point was a grunt; but with an effort, he nodded to Nox, signifying that he saw the… thread? The thread of energy. He had never seen anything like that before and it only served as confirmation to what Nox was telling him.
Nox pulled Sage back, for a second Aiden thought that Nox was about to join in… That was the raging hormones causing that thought of course, although after not having had sex for so long… Well, Aiden would have been hardpressed to deny Nox at that moment. Sage had done a fine job in working up all of those dormant emotions, needs, and wants in Aiden’s head. Hell, Aiden would’ve been surprised if Sage protested to Nox taking a go at it; the fact that he was comfortable doing this in front of Nox only served as a sort of confirmation to Aiden that the pair had fucked at least once.
Great. Blue balls. Aiden thought to himself as he stuffed his member back into his boxer-shorts.
Thrusting a hand up in the air, the fireballs slowed their dance; they began to move in a stiff square, no doubt at the frustration and protest that Aiden’s body was now experiencing over the denial of release. The flaming orbs did nothing other than their dance, no matter how much Aiden tried to force them to his palm. The further denial, now of his magic’s refusal to cooperate, only served to heighten Aiden’s frustration. He began to hum to himself to ease the tension. Nox and Sage staring at him, Aiden closed his eyes to block them out. Sage clearly wanted to finish and so did Aiden; he’d have just done it himself, but the release wasn’t the point here. No. He had to steady himself and music always helped with that.
There was a certain calm that came over him as the hum turned into words. He was singing before long, trying to coax the fire into his hand in a way. It was the first song he wrote, it was about his ex, Kyle. The memories of the man still stung, but Aiden had always liked the song.
“I’m sorry, it’s hard for me to say, although it’s easy to say in my dreams. My thoughts are about to short circuit, you know right now, I want you with me,” Aiden sang out in a heartfelt tone, both sad and hopeful at the same time. He sang to the fire, eyes pressed shut tightly, “This all has me in tears under moonlight, I can’t even call you because it’s midnight; But my heart is sincere, what can I do?”
Light burst into existence behind Aiden’s right shoulder and a blazing heat formed in the palm of his hand that still shot upwards. Aiden’s eyes ripped open and a smile came easily to his lips. The fire floated in his palm, one huge, glorious blaze; the unseen light behind his shoulder didn’t so much as flicker.
Aiden sang on, “The moonlight guides us to our destination dear; time and again, we’ll find each other. Counting sparkles of the constellations, foretelling the future of this romance.”
The fire and the light both fled as soon as Aiden finished his song. He lowered his hand, looking into his palm and not seeing a burn of any kind. His hand shot up in the air again, trying to summon the flames once more.
They didn’t come.
“Ah, fuck! Am I gonna have to sing every time? Not that I don’t enjoy doing it… But you don’t sing to yours, Nox? And what was that red thread?” Aiden asked the other man in a calm tone. The song really had helped, but would it work again? He hadn’t sung the last two times… What was the problem here?
Nox pulled Sage back, for a second Aiden thought that Nox was about to join in… That was the raging hormones causing that thought of course, although after not having had sex for so long… Well, Aiden would have been hardpressed to deny Nox at that moment. Sage had done a fine job in working up all of those dormant emotions, needs, and wants in Aiden’s head. Hell, Aiden would’ve been surprised if Sage protested to Nox taking a go at it; the fact that he was comfortable doing this in front of Nox only served as a sort of confirmation to Aiden that the pair had fucked at least once.
Great. Blue balls. Aiden thought to himself as he stuffed his member back into his boxer-shorts.
Thrusting a hand up in the air, the fireballs slowed their dance; they began to move in a stiff square, no doubt at the frustration and protest that Aiden’s body was now experiencing over the denial of release. The flaming orbs did nothing other than their dance, no matter how much Aiden tried to force them to his palm. The further denial, now of his magic’s refusal to cooperate, only served to heighten Aiden’s frustration. He began to hum to himself to ease the tension. Nox and Sage staring at him, Aiden closed his eyes to block them out. Sage clearly wanted to finish and so did Aiden; he’d have just done it himself, but the release wasn’t the point here. No. He had to steady himself and music always helped with that.
There was a certain calm that came over him as the hum turned into words. He was singing before long, trying to coax the fire into his hand in a way. It was the first song he wrote, it was about his ex, Kyle. The memories of the man still stung, but Aiden had always liked the song.
“I’m sorry, it’s hard for me to say, although it’s easy to say in my dreams. My thoughts are about to short circuit, you know right now, I want you with me,” Aiden sang out in a heartfelt tone, both sad and hopeful at the same time. He sang to the fire, eyes pressed shut tightly, “This all has me in tears under moonlight, I can’t even call you because it’s midnight; But my heart is sincere, what can I do?”
Light burst into existence behind Aiden’s right shoulder and a blazing heat formed in the palm of his hand that still shot upwards. Aiden’s eyes ripped open and a smile came easily to his lips. The fire floated in his palm, one huge, glorious blaze; the unseen light behind his shoulder didn’t so much as flicker.
Aiden sang on, “The moonlight guides us to our destination dear; time and again, we’ll find each other. Counting sparkles of the constellations, foretelling the future of this romance.”
The fire and the light both fled as soon as Aiden finished his song. He lowered his hand, looking into his palm and not seeing a burn of any kind. His hand shot up in the air again, trying to summon the flames once more.
They didn’t come.
“Ah, fuck! Am I gonna have to sing every time? Not that I don’t enjoy doing it… But you don’t sing to yours, Nox? And what was that red thread?” Aiden asked the other man in a calm tone. The song really had helped, but would it work again? He hadn’t sung the last two times… What was the problem here?
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