I love you

It's all a blur. I remember Lance and I walking down the hallway, then sharp pain, screaming, and darkness. I woke up in the hospital, hooked up to life-support machines. As I was coming to, a doctor came in. “Mr. Moorington, how are you feeling?” “Not so good. What time is it?” “Uh, 10:00 P.M. You've been asleep for almost eight hours.” He handed me some papers. “You're scheduled for surgery tomorrow as planned. Your condition allows it, but are you sure you're ready to take the risks?” “Yes. I am.” Without taking my eyes off the papers, I said. “By the way, Mr. Richmond is here to see you. Shall I let him in?” “Yes. Let him in.” I don't know why I let him in. The doctor opens the door, letting Lance into the room. He comes in with a small box in his hands, puts it on the floor and sits on the bed. I tear myself away from the papers and look up at him. Our gazes meet. We just stare at each other for about a minute. Lance blushes and leans in sharply, kissing me on the lips. I don't know how to react to that, so I just stiffen and a blush appears on my cheeks. I gesture for the doctor to leave us alone, which he does. After a few seconds, he breaks the kiss and snuggles into my chest, flinching slightly as he wraps his arms around me. I finally pull away, wrapping my arms awkwardly around his back again. Too often we've become cuddly, but I like it. At least the team won't complain about the constant fighting anymore. Has my situation only brought us closer together? Maybe one of his relatives had a situation like this and knows what it's like? I was brought out of my thoughts by a sniffling sound next to me. I looked down to see Lance curled up a little in my arms. He's so cute.... When he sleeps.... I didn't want to wake him up so I just covered my eyes, falling into the realm of morpheus almost immediately. I open my eyes. I... am I still alive? Was the surgery a success? My eyes are a little hazy from the anesthesia, and my head refuses to work. I think I lay like this for a few hours before I finally regained consciousness. Just then, the doctor enters the room. “Well, Mr. Moorington. The operation was a success. You'll be in the hospital for about a month under medical supervision, undergoing treatment, and then you'll be able to return to duty.”   He was about to leave when I suddenly remembered the half price I'd have to pay. “What about paying half the cost of treatment?” “Some anonymous person handed over the money. Even the Queen didn't have to pay. He left a note for you. “The doctor gave me a piece of paper that said, "For Clay Moorington."  Read it and then rest.” The doctor left the room. I opened the paper and began to read: In gleaming armor you stand, my knight, Forever my hero, shining bright in the night. At first sight, love's arrow did strike, Reciprocate, to walk hand in hand we might. In daily battles, our words may clash, Yet in your forgiveness, my doubts go ash. Selfish I've been, I must confess, But for you, my love, I aim to progress. Give me a chance, hear my please For in your love, my heart is set free. Clay, I'm sorry, but I couldn't resist going into your journal to see what was wrong with you and that's where I got the money. I gave it to the doctors, and I made arrangements with the queen not to waste her money. I'd do anything for you. While you're away, I'm making a movie about the life of a knight. I thought I'd take my mind off my heavy thoughts. When you get back, come to the set at Hollowood. I'll be waiting for you there.  Love,  Lance I feel like I'm starting to fall in love with him. Though I've always loved him, I've always denied it. Yes, he's selfish, yes, he has a huge ego, but flaws shouldn't be a barrier to love. So I decided. After a month, I finally confessed my feelings to him. That month flew by. I've been discharged, and I'm on my way to Fortrex. I didn't tell my friends exactly when I was coming back. Let it be a surprise. Then to Lance's movie set. It wasn't a long walk. Fortrex is almost always near the hospital except on days when Jestro attacks the kingdom. It was a little exciting to see my friends, because now I'd have to tell them why I was in the hospital. So I step onto the threshold of the fortress, and they give me a big hug. I'm glad to see them too. Everyone was here except.... Lance. “Guys, where's Lance?” I'm getting out of the hug. “He's on a movie set right now.” Macy's answering. “Ever since you went to the hospital he's been so distracted by sad thoughts. I'm surprised you don't know.” I remember the note Lance handed me a month ago. “I know about it. He asked me to come there when I recovered.” “Then let's go see our actor.” Aaron said enthusiastically. We drove to the set, but no one could think of what would happen there.... When we arrived, everything was quiet, not even a camera crew in sight, but then we heard screaming and saw smoke. Were they really making a movie in the pavilion? We run to the pavilion. It's not a pretty picture: the whole building is on fire, thick puffs of smoke are billowing out, and people (and robots) are running around in a panic. I told Macy and Axel to calm everyone down, and I went to look for the entrance just in case, and found it. When I got back to the others, I looked around at the people, counted them and realized there was one missing-Lance. I run to that entrance and just want to run inside when a container starts to fall. I called Axel and asked him to hold the thing. Running into the pavilion, I hear the sound of falling metal. I turn around and realize the exit is blocked. “Lance!” I yell. “Lance, where are you?” No answer. I keep running until I see a familiar blond hair. “Lance?” He turns around and comes running toward me. “Clay!” I envelope him in a tight hug. “I missed you so much.” We hug until we hear a cracking sound. One of the props snapped off the rope and fell down. We barely manage to escape from under it. We jump into some opening and hear the building collapse. I slowly get up, turn around and see that Lance is covered in rubble. I walk over, pull him out, grab his arm, and run for my life. Lance is already choking. I run for about two minutes before I hit a dead end. My eyes have lost their brakes. I panic, looking for a new exit and spot a vent. I run there, releasing Lance to the ground next to the passage, tearing out the netting, trying to get through, but realizing that only he can escape. “Lance, come here. You'll get through.” I turn around again, but Lance doesn't react. I go over and try to move him somehow, but I can't. I'm losing my strength. I feel my breath sputtering...in a negative way. I hear intermittent breathing, and then words: “Clay, go...*cough cough*...Go.” I lay down on the floor next to him. I don't want to leave him. “You're my hero.” He says softly and pulls me to him, nuzzling his nose into the top of my head. I try to contact Fortrex. It's working, but the connection is bad. “Ava...*cough cough*...I need you to scan...*cough cough*...the building and try to get us out. We're...*cough cough*...trapped. There's no other way out.” I don't know why I didn't try to contact them sooner. “I got it. Hold on.” I disconnect, hug Lance, and close my eyes. I wake up back in the hospital. I look around, realizing I can't find Lance anywhere, though one of his things is on the bedside table. I thought we'd never see him again until I hear his voice. “Already awake.” He walks into the room and sits on the bed. “ Where have you been?” “I had to stop by the doctor's office for a checkup. Are you okay?” Lance puts his hand on my cheek. “I was worried about you, but I'm okay. How are you doing?” “Not bad. I'm not feeling too bad, but they said to stay here for a week.” He's moving his hand to my neck. “Thanks for saving me.” Abruptly and unexpectedly, even to ourselves, we share a passionate kiss that could have been more if the doctor hadn't interrupted us. “Mr. Moorington, how are you feeling?” “I'm fine.” The medic's pulling out a flashlight. “Watch the stick.” I've been watching the stick and they said I'm fine. I just need a few days to recover and then I'll be discharged. The week flew by. We became even closer, got to know each other better and started dating. Almost every day we could spend alone in the courtyard of the hospital. Just sitting somewhere, hugging and kissing. It hadn't come to sex yet, which is a plus because our first time was something we only wanted to do in Fortrex. In the evening, the whole team gathered to celebrate our discharge. It's nice to get together with friends and chat about different topics all evening. “Clay, so what was the problem that put you in the hospital when you were out for a month?” Macy asked. “Are you sure you want to know?” Everyone nodded. “Promise me you won't treat me differently.” “We promise.” The knights said with glee. “Anyway, I had problem.... Heart problem.” Everyone gasped. “I had it since childhood, but then we did not think to go to the doctor, or rather we were helped to slow it down, because then there was no such medicine as now. It couldn't be cured. So Merlok had to slow it down with magic. It's only recently that things have changed.” After my story, everyone sat in silence, hesitant to ask further questions. Even the normal conversations stopped. The mood went from good to terrible. “Okay. I'll go to my room, don't stay too long. We have practice tomorrow.” I said and got up from the table. “I think I'm gonna go, too.” Said Lance, doing the same thing. He and I left. As soon as they left the kitchen, Lance blew a passionate kiss on Clay's lips and led him to his room. They didn't stop kissing on the way, occasionally crashing into the doorjambs. When they reach Lance's room, the blond opens the door, leads the alpha inside, closes the door. They pause for a second to look into each other's eyes before Clay pushes Lance onto the bed, climbing on top of him. The shaten hovered on top, resuming the kisses, slowly moving from Lance's lips to his neck, leaving hickeys and bites there. Lance moaned softly, running his hands through the alpha's hair, pulling him away from his neck to kiss his lips again. They rubbed against each other, kissing and moaning. The hours of waiting had made Lance obsessive. He instinctively arched toward him, unable to control himself. His pussy was leaking that he was afraid he would cum at any second just from the feel of Clay beside him. Clay's fingers undid the zipper on Lance's pants. He quickly pulls his pants off him, and then his own. His shirts come off. Lance looks at the massive bulge on his boxers and swallows. "He's not going to put that thing in..." thinks Lance, just as Clay pulls him up like he's as light as a leaf and flips him over onto his stomach, exposing the whole thing. The blue knight slowly pulls down his underpants. Silver Knight turns his head and sees him looking at his pussy, hears him breathing heavily.  Lance feels defenseless against him, exposed and vulnerable.  Clay squeezes his ass in his hands. Lance moans, pressing himself against the mattress.  When Clay removes his hands, Lance rolls over onto his back, sits up, and spreads his legs invitingly. Clay's eyes begin to roam over his body. Up, down, and back over the topography. If his cock could, he'd be whimpering right now. The perfect folds call out to him, begging to be kissed, licked and chewed. They're simply hypnotizing. Clay drops to his knees behind the younger man. Lance's moan fills the air as Clay buries his face between his legs. He kisses. Over and over again. Licks, savoring the taste of his omega. The moans that follow sound far away as he allows himself a taste of heaven. Finally, he pulls back. His cock throbbing, the tip covered in lubrication. Lance's breathing was quick and shallow.  He pauses to clear his throat.  “How's that going?” Clay asks, licking his lips.  “That was something with something” Lance rolls over onto his stomach again. “Now let's get to the fun part, Clay in the drawer lubricant.” Lance moans.  His voice trails off. Turning his head, he sees Clay pull down his boxers and a fierce, wiry cock comes into view. The sight of it sent shivers down his body.  Clay obediently reaches into the drawer next to the bed.  “I'll use the whole bottle if you need it.” Lance feels something cool and slippery dripping onto his pussy, growing warmer as Clay's fingers work the lube.  “I... This is my first time doing this, so give me a hint.” Clay says quietly. Lance feels his finger pressing insistently against the hole.  “Slip your finger in.” Lance says, covering his eyes.  Clay obeys.  “Now another one.” He slips another one in, making Lance moan and whimper as he presses his pussy against his hand.  “Ah. Hold on a second.” “Am I doing this right?” Clay asks uncertainly. Lance feels the relaxation around his fingers, stretching. His fingers are big, but he knows they're nothing compared to what's coming next. Clay wraps his hands around Lance's chest, squeezes a nipple, and inserts another impressive finger into him. Lance turns so that their lips meet. He breathes heavily and bites the older man's lips.  Clay pulls his fingers out of him, leaving him feeling empty. Glancing behind him, Lance sobs, looking at the steel bar between his legs.  “Oh. Let me climb on top of you, okay? Maybe it'll be easier that way.” Lance says, pulling himself up.  Clay nods, laying down on his back.  Lance climbs on top, feeling the heavy head of his cock slowly slide up between his labia, stopping at the entrance.  “All right...," Lance moans. - Aah... Sweat has protruded all over his body as he begins to slowly slide down.  Clay growls as Lance works his cock, throwing his head back.  It seems like mission impossible, but eventually Lance sits on nm for a minute, feeling satiated, breathing heavily. His mind is somewhere far away, outside his body.  Clay's hands are clutching his thighs, pulling him close.  “Oh, this is unbelievable.” Clay groaned.  Lance slowly rises up and down. Clay throws his head back, his body tense as a wire, and he growls as he enters Junior. Lance groans, feeling his whole body start to shudder at the feel of every bump and bulge of his cock. It's an amazing feeling as he bounces slowly on the top half of his cock, but he wants more.  Just when his legs were already starting to shake and he was slowing down, Clay pulled him off his cock and flipped them over so that Lance was underneath him. Lance reaches for his clit and slowly strokes it, keeping his eyes on the alpha in anticipation. Clay pushes into his entrance with the tip of his cock. Lance draws in air. Slowly, the alpha enters him. Lance frowns his eyebrows. Grits his teeth. Clay feels Lance's body tense, then relax. His legs wrap around his waist.  “Keep going! Ah! Don't stop!” Lance moans.  His pussy gripped Clay's cock tightly, providing friction but surprisingly less resistance than he'd imagined. He lets Clay in as he moves into his warm flesh. Clay sees his chest and stomach muscles tense. The blue knight drives his shaft in as far as he can. The muscles in Lance's legs quiver, his flesh is warm in his hands. The sensation is absolute, exhilarating. Clay moves his cock in and out. Lance's uterus meets his resistance. He grabs the younger man's thighs, fucking him hard, lost in the sensation.  When Clay changes angles, he sees Lance's body shudder as he takes his hand away from his clit, moving them over his head and grabbing the sheet. The grunt turns into a moan.  The smell of bodies and sex fills the room. The strained moans of their animal voices envelope the air.  “Don't stop!” Lance shouts, clutching the sheet tighter. All of Knightonia seemed to hear him. Clay obeyed, changing the angle a little more and pushing harder, faster, shoving Lance into the bed. Lance spreads his legs more, and now they're just bumping in the air, giving Clay more access inside. The pressure's building. “Come on. Give birth to me. I want us to have children.” Lance moans, moving his hands over Clay's shoulders, running his short nails down his back.  Clay enters him again and again, dying with pleasure with each thrust. He feels the younger man tighten around him. Clay moves inside him as fast as he can. His only reality is the feel of his pussy.  He pushes himself to the edge of the precipice, finally seeing his destination. With each thrust, his cock grows bigger. Every nerve kissing the soft, smooth silk of his insides. It's all a blur. Clay feels Lance clench around his cock, gasping for completion. The knot inside tightens tighter, screaming for release.  Clay cries out, clutches Lance's thighs tightly, thrusts his rampant cock in one last time, the tip poking into his uterus, and he cum flooding his insides.  Lance cummed too, flooding all around him. He shakes, rolls his eyes, screams, and squeezes his cock hard inside.  Clay lets out one last load, staying inside Lance.  And then it's over. The liveliness, the fleeting beauty of these few real moments, the inexpressible sensation.  Clay comes out slowly. A drop of semen drips down from Lance's hole. “Take me from behind.” Lance says, rolling over on trembling legs.  “Are you sure?” Clay asks. “You might not be able to take it.” Lance nods, catching his breath. He can feel Clay's cock getting bigger at that suggestion.  Clay's hands squeeze his thighs, and he slowly begins to move his cock between the folds. Lance tries to remember to breathe. He hears a deep, anguished growl behind his ear as Clay moves further in. Lance grabs at the sheets, whimpering uncontrollably. His cock feels like it's tearing him in two. After an uncomfortable second, Lance feels the head finally penetrate.  “Ahh!” Lance moans loudly. “Slowly.” “Oh, this is incredible!” Clay shrieks, penetrating deeper.  He begins to fuck Lance in small, short thrusts, making the bed creak and the room fill with the sounds of bodies slamming against each other.  “Are you okay?” Clay asks.  “Yeah. Clay starts to gain momentum, thrusting harder and deeper. Lance feels his pussy clench, tighten, and begin to release more lubricant, which drips onto the sheets. After a night of waiting, the second orgasm is not long in coming. He feels Clay's breathing quicken. He leans over, sweat dripping off his body onto Lance's body. He pins the younger man's wrists on either side of him and begins to fuck him wildly.  Lance feels him enter him. Every time he hits that exact spot, his eyes roll to the back of his head. He moans as he feels Clay getting incredibly big inside. Lance wriggles in pleasure, trapped under the weight of the other's body, his hands pinning his wrists to the bed. With a cry, Clay thrust again, deep and hard. Lance lifts his hips to meet him, feeling his balls slapping against her pussy. With a loud cry, Lance's cum spurts onto Clay and the sheets. He hears hot, intermittent breathing at the back of his throat, his cock throbbing inside, Clay pressing his body tightly against his own. Lance tenses, squeezing Clay's cock in his hole. Clay, feeling it clenching around him, cries out one last time, burrowing deep inside before collapsing onto his exhausted body. He slowly comes out. A little bit of cum leaks out of the hole, dripping onto the sheet. Lance lies motionless, barely breathing.  “I wonder what my parents would say if they found out what I've been doing?" Lance asks in a husky voice.  “You're 21 years old. You're an adult. You can do whatever you want.” Clay put his arms around him, pulling him close. “The important thing is that you don't get pregnant.” “Don't worry, I'll be fine.” He hugs him back. “I love you.” “I love you too.” Clay closed his eyes, not noticing he was falling into the realm of morpheus.