The Stone Knight (gay)✔️

11. 'Shit!'

More confused than shocked, Dylan pushed Lucas away. The boy stared at him with eyes open.
"You kissed me!" Dylan said, blaming.
Lucas slapped a hand in front of his mouth and shook his head frantically.
"Certainly not. I kept you from speaking," he nodded violently.
Dylan should have been angry about Lucas' cheeky action, but the consternation on his face was actually rather amusing. A thought suddenly caught up with him.
"Is this maybe your first kiss?" The scarlet color and series of indecent insults to his head made him grin broadly. "I'll take that as a yes," he said untroubled at the angrily stomping Lucas.
"You don't know anything! Nothing at all!" cried Lucas furiously. "This wasn't a kiss. My first kiss is not meant for you," he rubbed his lips in disgust. "I'm going to look for Mark now." Green eyes shot fire. On his heels he turned around and disappeared into the crowd of guests.
Dylan only stayed still for five seconds before he put in place a plan he had devised four seconds ago. He took any consequences for granted. For now, it was more important to teach Lucas a lesson. Determined, he started the chase.

Lucas looked around distraught. The pimple on his nose was now of minor importance. He had to find Mark! After what seemed like an endless search, he finally found what he was looking for. Relieved, but suddenly tense he saw Mark on the other side of the main hall. Frustrated, he watched Dylan post halfway through and look at him defiantly. Every move he did was mirrored by Dylan, who, meanwhile, regularly tauntingly rubbed his nose.
Dylan had an absurd amount of fun. The situation was completely under his control and he sipped his wine with satisfaction. A quick look between the men made him freeze. In the light of a screen, the expression of frustration on Lucas' face turned into a deep blush. An unforeseen action by Mark had set something in motion that Dylan had not foreseen.

Lucas' barely eye-catching nod was followed by a withdrawal that left him frowning deeply.
'What had just happened?' His head swished at Mark who looked at him triumphantly.
'Goddamn if it wasn't true.' The pissed-off expression was immediately replaced by a satisfied grin when he saw his mother walking up to Mark and holding him standing. He turned his head and just caught a glimpse of Lucas disappearing into a side corridor.
Frowning, he pondered. That corridor led to the wine cellar. Except for staff none of the guests would have any reason to go there. It was the perfect place for a clandestine rendezvous. Looking back at Mark, he saw how his mother introduced him to an older couple and demanded the young man's attention completely. Excellent. Then he could continue to enjoy himself with the rebuke of a very disobedient boy.

Lucas almost skipped with excitement. The corridor to the wine cellar was long, dark and extinct. The noise of the party sounded further and further away. Mark's suggestion to meet privately could only mean one thing. After giving countless hints on his part, Mark finally gave him his way. His first kiss! How wonderful it felt, this anticipation. But also the knowledge that he could pester Dylan by doing this with Mark filled him with a great sense of satisfaction.
The temperature in the wine cellar was controlled to 53,6 degrees Fahrenheit and extremely sparsely lit with a single weak pit. For Lucas and the palpable protruding pimple on his nose, it was perfect. Nervously straightening his jacket, he waited for Mark.

The door opened and a dark silhouette appeared in the opening. He couldn't see the expression on Mark's face, which meant his own face was also covered in the dark.
"Please don't say anything," he said, and pressed a kiss on the surprised mouth.
Without losing lip contact, Lucas led him to a table, pressed his firm shoulders until he sat and stood between his staggered legs. He was delighted to feel Mark encompassing his waist, moving him closer to him and taking over the lead of the kiss.
Deep moans rose up from his throat as a skilful tongue explored his mouth. Nails scraped lightly over the stubble in his neck and made him shudder with pleasure. He couldn't have asked for a better first kiss.
After what seemed like an eternity, he withdrew and rested his forehead against a strong shoulder. His breathing sounded loud in the quiet room. It wasn't until his heart rate was slightly normalized that he dared to speak.
"I like that you're my first kiss," he whispered shyly.
"Hmm", he heard satisfied humming.
Enjoying himself, he stood in the warm embrace.
"Go first," it suddenly sounded in his ear.
He nodded and reluctantly left the tender embrace. After one last soft kiss, he returned to the party.

His body felt like electricity was running through his veins. Vibrant, delighted and full of life! Many guests took him in smiling. The glow the boy exuded, combined with the confused hairstyle and the swollen lips was unmistakable. He was kissed by someone he really liked.
Dylan sat dazed on the table with a hand against his tingling lips wondering what the hell had happened. His intention had been to put Lucas in his place, but instead he was taught a lesson he wouldn't soon forget.
'Did it feel good because he didn't allow himself this kind of contact? That it been too long that he'd settle for any warm body to satisfy his needs?'
The expression; In the dark, all kittens are gray, came forcibly to mind.
As he got up, his eye fell on a tucked-away glistening packaging and a small tube. Shaking his head, he left the basement. There was final act to this show that he didn't want to miss.

Lucas stared bewildered at the message that just came in.
"Sorry about the delay. Are you still waiting for me?"
All the color pulled out of his face. 'If he hadn't kissed Mark, than who?'
A tall figure came up behind him and his body reacted immediately.
"I can see that you no longer consider the pimple on your nose an obstacle," he heard softly in his right ear.
His body shivered longingly. 'No fucking way! Dylan?'
He wanted to turn around, but was held in position by two hands around his elbows. Dismayed, he watched Mark catch his gaze and make his way towards him.
"Perfect," Dylan growled contently and let him go.

Relieved, Lucas flew away from him. He clung unto Mark who looked at him asking.
"What's wrong Lucas? You look so heated. Should I take you to your room?" His hand slid around Lucas' elbow.
"Touch him with one finger," Dylan growled with a deep voice, "and I'll call the police."
Mark looked at him in a surprised way. "Why? Homosexuality is not a criminal offence in the state of New York."
"That's right. But sex with a minor is."
As if burned, Mark let go of Lucas' elbow. "You said you were eighteen," he hissed, swallowing hard.
Sad, Lucas shook his head. "Actually, I never mentioned my age."
The expression on Mark's face made it clear to him what the young man had expected from their relationship and how far apart their perceptions were.
"I'm surrounded by assholes!" he said, shaking my head.
"I'm leaving now," he remarked loudly. "The first one to come after me gets punched, so don't even think about it!" he said before stomping away.

Even though Lucas didn't feel like it at all, he kept his promise to Madeleine. After everything she'd done for him and Noah, he owed her something. Her heartfelt reception made him smile. Something he managed to sustain for more than two hours. She introduced him to more people than he could count and the word Nanny was not mentioned once. He didn't want to offend her by correcting her, but involuntarily wondered what Dylan would think if this came to his attention. Immediately he was angry with himself.
'Why would he be worried about what Dylan was thinking? After what the man did to him tonight! Right?' Almost thoughtlessly, he stroked his lips. 'Shit!'
Dylan's action undoubtedly born of meddling transformed their already difficult relationship into an untenable situation.