Learning the Truth

Chapter 3/7

The lighting storm lasted for at least five minutes, and then everything was quite again. “Are you ok”“ Richie asked, walking up to Adam helping him up.

“Yeah, peachy.” Adam said, standing up on shaky legs. “God I hate quickening.” Adam continued, as they walked home.

“Yeah, but it does have its advantages.” Richie said, in a seductive voice.

Richie and Methos Loft
Sunday December 21, 2001
3:00 a.m.

When Methos and Richie arrived home, Methos grabbed Richie by the shoulders and began to kiss him. Slowly, running his hands down Ritchie’s torso, and over his groin locating his cock beneath layers of cloth, Methos began stroking him, pressing his face against his lover's shirt he inhaled his scent. The scent was of Richie- he always smelled good even after he'd been running on the treadmill or after practicing with his sword, that musty odor drove Methos wild.
Richie felt himself responding to his lover’s motion, stiffening as the blood rushed to his cock.

In a few minutes a wet spot would appear over the head and soon after that he'd have to come out his pants because his erection wouldn't have it any other way. Sliding his hand inside Ritchie’s shirt, Methos tweaked his nipple and heard the man gasp. He continued to pinch and tease the nipples until it drew into a hard nub. Leaving that one, he turned his attention to the other nipple until it too stood out from Ritchie’s chest. He then pressed his hand against the inside of Ritchie’s underwear and began to play with his cock.

His own was stirring, growing heavier and more sensitive. Like a rutting animal, he rubbed his crotch against Ritchie’s and sighed, the sensation going through him like an electric current. As his cock was being stroked Richie couldn’t help but moan with the sheer delight of it. He started rubbing against Methos in return, wanting to feel closer to him than before. Methos, with the help of Richie began to take their clothes off, between hasty kisses. Richie then went down to his knees and took Methos” cock into his mouth making him moan in ecstasy.

Richie sucked Methos” cock until he came, then he stood up and began to kiss him again letting Methos taste himself. “Take me to bed.” Richie whispered, trying to catch his breath.
“God, you’re so beautiful.” Methos said, walking with Richie to their bed.

“I bet you’ve seen more beautiful people than me.” Richie said, getting into bed.

“No, you’re the most beautiful.” Methos said, kissing Richie. He kissed his mouth, his neck, and then took Ritchie’s nipples into his mouth. Hearing Richie moan Methos sucked harder on his nipple until Richie began to whimper.

“P”. please”. fuck me.” Moaned Richie.

“How much do you want it”“ Methos asked, grabbed Ritchie’s cock and began to massage it.

“I” I” w” want it so much.” Richie moaned, feeling so good it was almost unbearable.

Methos knelt astride Richie, spread open his legs and kissed his inner thigh, making him moan and sigh from the pleasure. Taking a pillow from under Ritchie’s head he placed it under the young man’s hips making sure he could see his bud. The beautiful orifice called out to him, taking the lube from under the pillow he worked it into the hole and then his cock. He then aligned his cock with the hole and pushed in, causing Richie to moan out loud.

Methos began to thrust in and out of the warm heat of Ritchie’s body, rotating his hips to get better access. The rotation was causing havoc on Richie, who was trying to stay sane while his mind felt in danger of melting. They began to move together as one, until Methos stopped and just lay there looking at Richie, watching him moan and writhe, wanting Methos to move. Looking down he pulled out and then shoved his cock back in hard.

Neither could keep that pace for long and within minutes they both began to shudder their release. “God, that was wonderful.” Richie said, after a minute of trying to catch his breath.

“Thank you. So what do you want to do now”“ Methos asked, smiling.

“My, you’re self assured. Let’s get some sleep, we have a busy day today.” Richie said, yawning.


Sunday 22nd
9:00 a.m.

When the alarm went off Richie turned around, turned off the alarm and then went back to sleep, not even noticing the time. As he was getting there the doorbell rang forcing Richie to get up to answer it.

Opening the door he saw that Justin was standing there. “What are you doing here”“ Asked Richie.

“You told me to come early for practice.” Answered Justin.

“Sorry, had a long night.” Richie answered, letting Justin in.

“Yeah, me too.” Justin answered, smiling. “So where’s your friend”“

“He’s still sleep.” Answered Richie.

“How did you get away from Brian?”

“Told him that I had to meet a friend.” Answered Justin.

“Well, come on in.” Richie said, stepping aside.

“What do we do first”“ Asked Justin.

Richie explained what their routine for the training would be and what time he had to be here to start practicing. After establishing the rules Richie was cooking them breakfast, when Methos walked out nude.

“What is going on”“ Asked Methos.

“Justin has come to learn.” Richie answered.

“Great, so who’s going to be the teacher”“ Methos asked, getting himself some coffee.

“I am.” Answered Richie.

Promptly spitting his coffee out, Methos said, “Excuse me, you have only been immortal for five years remember.”

“And in that time I have taken a lot of heads,” Said Richie.

“Tell you what, I’ll help you.” Said Methos. “

I can teach him without your help.” Richie said, becoming angry.

“I never said you couldn’t, I just want to help.” Methos said, not wanting to start a fight.

“Guys I really don’t care who teaches me.” Interrupted Justin.

“We’re both going to teach you.” Said Methos.

Just then Justin's cell phone rang, “Yeah”“

“Were the fuck are you.“ Asked the voice on the other end

“I told you I’m meeting a friend.” Answered Justin.

“Well come home I miss you.” Said Brian.

“I’ve only been gone for thirty minutes, call Michael.” Said Justin.

“I don’t want to fuck Michael.” Said Brian.

“Give me an hour to be with my friend, and then I’ll come home.” Justin said, watching Methos and Richie eat.

“Come home now.” Said Brian.

“Listen you prick, I’ll come home when I’ve seen my friend.” Justin answered, hanging up.

“Well that was interesting.” Methos said, in a bored voice.

“Were you listening to me”“ Justin asked, annoyed.

“Couldn’t help it, you were sitting next to me.” Answered Methos.

“Ok guys, that’s enough.” Richie said, not wanting them to get into an argument.

“Then tell him not to listen in on other people’s discussions,” Justin said, giving Methos a dirty look.

“Listen”.”

Before Methos could finish his sentence Richie interrupted. “Guys, please we need to discuss Justin’s training schedule.” He half hoped it would diffuse the situation.

“Fine, call me when you have it all settled.” Methos said, going upstairs.

“You’ll have to forgive him, he’s not a morning person.”

“Neither is Brian, but I learned to live with it,” said Justin. “So, what is my training schedule?”

“What's your day like”“ asked Richie?

“Well I have classes, then I work at the diner,” answered Justin.

“Can you get a month off?“ asked Richie, picking up mumbling from upstairs.

“Debbie will want to know why, and so would Brian.” Said Justin.

“Do you have any days off?“ asked Richie. (Damn, this kid works non-stop.)

“Saturday and Sunday, but I usually spend it with Brian.” Answered Justin.

“Well now you’ll be spending it with us,” Adam said, coming down the stairs.

“Adam,” Richie said, giving Adam a look. Turning toward Justin, “We’ll begin this Saturday, I want you here around six,” said Justin.

“Why so early”“ asked Justin.

“The first thing we’ll do is go running, then we have to pick you out a sword,” answered Richie.
“Now go home and get some rest.”

“Thanks Richie.” Justin said, before leaving.

After Justin had left Richie turned to Methos with a dirty look on his face. “Why were you so mean to him?“ asked Richie.

“I wasn’t being mean,” answered Methos.

“Oh my god, you’re jealous.” Richie said, in a surprised voice.

“I’m not jealous, he just gets under my skin,” said Methos. (Maybe Richie is right, I’m jealous of an eighteen-year-old boy. How petty can someone get”)

“Try to be nice to him while I’m teaching him.” Richie said, giving Methos a kiss.

“I’ll try,” answered Methos.

“That’s all I’m asking.” Richie said, kissing Methos again. (God I love him.)

The kiss was gentle and loving but very passionate. “Come to bed," said Methos.

“It’s only nine a.m.” Richie said, smiling.

“It’s Sunday, we have nothing else to do.” Answered Methos, kissing Ritchie’s neck.

“God, you’re incorrigible.” Richie said, trying to catch his breath.

“But you still love me.” Methos said, lips still trailing his throat.

“God yes.” Whispered Richie. (Lord what are you doing to me”) Richie thought, as Methos kissed Ritchie’s neck, his lips, and back down to his throat.

“You taste so good.” Methos whispered against his skin.

While kissing Richie, Methos began to massage his back in a slow circular motion. “Make love to me.” Richie whispered, in a breathless voice.

“How do you want it”“ Methos whispered, hand dropping to Ritchie’s cock.

“I want it hard.” Richie answered, breathlessly.

“How hard, baby”“

“I” I “.w” want”“ Richie couldn’t finish his sentence, because Methos was rubbing his cock up and down very slowly.

“God, y... yes do”. don’t stop.” Breaking the kiss Methos picked Richie up and carried him upstairs to the bedroom, helped him undress, and then undressed himself.

As they kissed and snuggled in together Methos trailed his strong fingers over Richie's chest, just teasing the nipples. Richie relaxed into this exploration by his lover. Methos was methodical, stroking Richie from head to toe, and back. Kissing Richie’s nipples in an almost worshipful way. Every known erogenous zone was explored, and new ones were discovered.