Lamplights of Harbormyst House- Part 4

“All the other blokes be out and about giving meself plenty of time to get me answer. Keeping the reason from meself only makes yer hidden morsel even more desirable. Why go to all of that bother?”

“I’m gonna knock yer-”

Silenced by another kiss. Tongue racing in before he could shut his mouth, bringing luscious sensations that had the strength to brush aside the angry façade. Embarrassment was making Ollie act foolish. The welcome contact departed, leaving nothing satisfied.

“Why only me own chocolates?”

“Go bugger off!”

Stunned by yet another forceful touch, each kiss only complicating the issue. Why did Tomas have to keep going after him like this? By now the original question should have been answered definitively, yet the electrifying sensation had only grown. His mate released his captured mouth.

“What are ye playin’ at?” the constant assaults were wearing down Ollie’s determination to keep up the fight, despite how tempting the ruse was.

“Isn’t that what I should be asking ye mate? Mocking me so I’m compelled to kiss ye repeatedly. No better way to get free chocolate is there? Incurable thief.” This time Tomas grinned, the smile carrying to his eyes. Sweetly the taller gent gave his chum a quick peck.

“Cheeky thievin’ devil yerself.” Protesting in a defeated voice, eyes darting away, only enticed the captor even further.

If only ye knew how charming ye be, me obstinately bickering otter. Putting up such a fight, making yer hearty chase after ye, stopping long enough to let me nick an affection before yer up and running from meself again. Yer fight be no surprise to me, but me mind never counted on how ye can sway me with those soft looks without a thought.

Pulling the same trick yet again, startling his friend who should have expected it by now, but Tomas had no intention of backing off this time. Pleading and tender kisses tugged on Ollie’s lips as they were tasted time and again with a gentle onslaught. He didn’t want to admit the sheer gratification he was getting from his friend’s attention, yet despite his boisterous outward show he didn‘t wish for it to stop either. Steadily pulling back didn’t accomplish what he had hoped, to gain some space in order to tame his wild thoughts and traitorous emotions. Instead every time he did, Tomas leaned into him even more. Feeling as if he was almost bent double over the sink and no where left to move, the lad pushed back on the pursuing lips. Overwhelmingly the sensations intensified. The golden tingling bolts that had been covering his mouth shot a stray spark jittering down his spine. Nothing made sense except for wanting more from those taunting lips. As he searched for the darting and evasive tongue, a begging moan slipped out. Tomas paused upon hearing the startling sound, apprehensive that he had pushed his playful advances too far.

The onslaught of kisses ceased to be as adamant, but the seeming retreat only made the yearning lips pursue the intimate connection all the more. As if to hold onto the provocative mouth, Ollie softly bit and sucked on Tomas’ lower lip. The recipient of the affections chuckled, these same lips a few minutes before had been dead set against being dominated. Tomas’ retreat halted by the curious feeling of his lip being so delicately trapped, lack of resistance triggered the blond fellow to attack with rough kisses. After a few dozen, he pulled away to steady his ragged breath. Like a haunting melody, the taller lad’s tongue brushed across the panting lips. At last he was able to seize the darting tongue, silvery tones escaped as the kiss was recaptured. The gents battled for supremacy, experience winning out with a thrust into the parted lips. Ollie felt completely drunk on the enthralling indulgence, wholly captured and carried away. Caressing every inch of the offered tongue that he could reach, relishing in the sweet smoothness. Unwillingly he had to let his mate retreat as he clearly pulled away.

“Why, me pleading and devious crook?”

Vainly attempting to appear irritated, the weak mask dissolved as his eyes drifted to the wet lips. Tomas’ mischievous grin declaring his absolute victory.

“Yer bloody kisses send lightenin’ through me like I be inna bloomin’ storm.” Ollie couldn’t even look at his friend as his confession finally came out.

“Me hi! Nary a single doting lass turn ye on yer ear like that before?” Tomas was truly dumbfounded, his tender words full of amazement without any trace of condemnation.

“Bloody fool, why would I let meself be layin’ awake at night with a rotty codfish’s chocolates on me mind if I had?”

Through the house drifted the sounds of someone returning home. Startled by the sudden noise, Ollie frantically turned towards the sink again, attempting to avoid his face being seen so flushed. Leaning over for a few final words, Tomas whispered into the lad’s ear.

“I still expect me deal to be delivered at the proper time, and if I need to, I’ll come get it meself. And the second rule of me game is to never regret a kiss given.” A parting kiss was left on his collar bone before Tomas was off talking to Corbin in the other room like nothing had happened.

Lamplights of Harbormyst House- Part 3

An uneventful week had past leaving a single day of freedom stretching out, promising the luxury of doing nothing. Ollie stood beside the dining table, shirtless and still in his pajama bottoms, stretching the sleep from his limbs, punctuated by a loud yawn. After serving himself some leftover stew, he looked at the contents of the bowl unenthusiastically. Not the greatest breakfast in the world, but it was something to put in his stomach.

“Mornin’ Ollie. Have ye found a morsel to satisfy a sweet tooth?” Tomas strolled into the room behind his friend.

“Nah, just a bit o’ cold stew.” the blond haired boy responded over his shoulder.

“Sneaking in every night this past week, intent on nicking me chocolates.” Tomas had lowered his voice almost to a whisper as he had stepped up behind the frozen chap. “I’m wholly smitten with chocolates meself, yet it troubles me that yer being paid with such a poor quality sampling.” Slightly bending down, Tomas placed a kiss on Ollie’s naked shoulder.

“Bloody ‘ell. How…” After he thought he had been so careful and yet the chap still knew.

“I recall the first time last week, hearing ye go to the lavatory. On the way back yer footsteps stopped by me door and I found that rather particular. Ye got me a tad curious at what ye were up to, then me door opened. Naturally I feigned sleep, not expecting what plan ye had brewing.” Casually his friend talked as if were about nothing more vexing than a stroll through the harbor.

“I be terribly sorry Tomas. I didn’t mean ta…”

“Since swapping chocolates is a rather avid pastime of mine, I have two simple rules. Firstly, don’t apologize, it is insulting. Would ye tell Miss Sophie that ye were sorry fer having to eat the treats in her shop? Of course not, especially when the lass takes so much pride and skill to create everything she makes. I have been engaged in extensive studies fer a significant amount of time now to refine me talents.” As the young man talked, he had strolled over to a chair beside the table and seated himself.

“I just shouldn’ta done it, that’s all. Havin’ close mates be important fer a lot o’ things, but this-”

“Yer not the only mate I’ve given me chocolates to.” Ollie stared at his friend in overwhelming surprise, his heart skipping a beat or two at the admission. “Gents or lasses, what does it matter when it be no more than a kiss? I’m baffled that ye had never particularly noticed me habits before. I be an incurable chocolate addict.” With his hands placed behind his head, Tomas sat back and laughed.

All the speechless boy could do was to stare at his friend. Even now he was nonchalant about everything. Without realizing what he was doing, Ollie watched his mate’s bare chest shake with merriment. Working on the docks as he did had finely toned the slender lad, now with his hands behind him and his elbows sticking out further emphasized his physique. Compared to the smaller chap, Tomas’ chest seemed very broad across the widest point, but tapered into a trim waist. In a secluded alcove of his mind Ollie noted that this was not an unpleasant sight to observe.

“When ye get down to it, the only misdemeanor ye have committed is to give an addict what the impossible bloke craves. Now that I know where yer sweets be hidden, ye have given meself the key to retrieve ’em. Fer the last week straight, by yer own accord, ye have been taunting meself by nighttime desserts that ye wouldn’t let yer hearty savor properly. That first night, I had to feign talking in me sleep so ye wouldn’t make a hasty retreat when I couldn’t keep me lips still. This next week fer repayment, I want ye to bring me yer own chocolates prior to me bedtime. Without me medicine, the illness will only get worse.” pausing to think for a moment, the black haired man asked another question. The request for a full payment jolted Ollie fully back into the conversation leaving his previous thoughts forgotten. “Tell me truly, what tempted ye into becoming a thief?” Tomas was enjoying making his friend squirm, one of his comrades who still seemed like the untarnished sort.

Obstinately looking only at the spoonfuls of food that were rapidly being shoveled into his mouth, the lad forced himself to swallow the suddenly tasteless meal. Not until it was too late did he notice the heat from his vibrantly blushing cheeks. He didn’t expect that this would hide anything, but perhaps by chance he could think of something that would deftly eradicate himself from the quandary he trapped himself in. Tomas continued to look on, unshakably waiting for an answer.

“The whole lot be yer own bloomin’ fault. Before I realized, ye had me pinned in an’ swooped down ta kiss me. Then ye order me off ta give Corbin the same lark. Havin’ close mates is grand, but that’s bloody too close.”

“A chocolate is nicked from the boy, and then another persuaded from him, and yet the lad himself pilfers seven fer the one. Can I assume that Corbin is missing more chocolates too?” counting on his fingers as he spoke, Tomas inwardly enjoyed seeing how the mild taunting made his friend increasingly bashful.

“Ye saw yerself the only one I ’av given ’im.”

“So ye do prefer me chocolates.” a domineering smile and dancing eyes looked at his flinching companion. “What urged ye to steal more of ’em?”

Again Ollie avoided the question by busying himself with washing up his dishes. He could feel the body heat near his back as Tomas stood close behind him. Placing a hand on either side of the sink basin warned the guilty lad that he was cornered even before he turned around.

“Tell me, or I’ll pry it out of ye any way I can, me hearty.” the bloke’s stern voice didn’t retain any laughter. Tomas was serious about getting the answer. Still gripping the sink, he backed up slightly to allow the thief to turn around.

“Why does it bloomin’ matter. It ain’t gonna happen again.” Tomas’ broad chest dominated Ollie’s vision making his heart speed up and his voice come out in  an obvious squeak. Even though the mildly intimidating chap hid his emotions away much better than his flustered friend, that irresistible reaction broke through his guarded composure. Thoughts slammed to a screeching halt as Ollie’s mouth was taken by force. Electrifying jolts raced over his lips more readily than any of the nights in the previous week. He merely wished for another kiss like the unforgettable first. Hungry lips parted, inviting his friend in. Rather than accepting the invitation, Tomas darted his tongue in just briefly, retreating before Ollie could make contact. Once the attacker had draw back, he again waited for an answer. A composed gaze beheld the brief moments when Ollie stood there, eyes closed, lips still held open, and the blush returning to his cheeks. The expression didn’t last.

“Bloomin’ ‘ell Tomas! Nary is it me wish ta ’ave Corbin, Jesse, an’ Forrest strollin’ in when yer bein’ a rotter!” Sharp words didn’t alter Tomas’ determination, especially with his friend reacting in such a defensive manner. Seeing through the blustering was not difficult when the words came across far differently than the boy’s reception of the advances.

Lamplights of Harbormyst House- Part 2

Staring at the dark ceiling as he laid awake in bed, sleep was as far away as the stars. Four nights now he had the same trouble, unanswered questions taunting as they circled his mind. Feeling his lips tingle as they remembered his friend’s unexpected touch. Why had it felt like that with Tomas and not Corbin? Was it just because it was sprung on him? What in the world made Corbin decide that particular punishment? Who was he really trying to penalize? Most of all he was irritated over the fact that he was spending so much time thinking about the kisses shared with his two best friends. It was absurd, they were nothing more to him than that.

As Ollie quietly stewed, his mind was plotting against him. Wouldn’t everything be resolved if he could kiss Tomas once more, to see if that would make any difference? He was tired of the restless nights because the questions wouldn’t cease. He couldn’t just ask his friend to kiss him again, out of the blue or not, it was just too strange. The lack of a good night’s sleep was having a negative affect on his rational train of thought. After an extended bout of calculating, the lad decided on how to settle the annoying issue.

On his way back from the lavatory, he acted as if he thought Tomas’ bedroom was his own and quietly walked in. Much to the young man’s relief, his friend seemed to still be sleeping. Tomas was laying on his back, half covered by a thin blanket, with his mouth gently parted. Even in his sleep he retained his calm and collected demeanor. Striding over to beside the bed, he made sure to not step on any creaky floorboards. Ollie could hear the quiet breathing of the sleeper. Cautiously bending over, repeatedly checking to see if Tomas might be waking. Mere inches away and the thief held his breath, he was too much on edge to think of what could go wrong.

Licking his lips, the lad gently pressed them against the sleeping mouth. A thin shiver touched them as the contact was made. As he wondered if that was it, Tomas’ lips softly pressed back. The sudden movement and surge in the tingling frightened the young man, causing him to quickly pull back. Had Tomas woken up? First relief, then merriment washed over him over the realization that his friend was kissing in his sleep. Upon hearing some unknown girl’s name muttered past the sleepy mouth, Ollie decided to return to what he had been attempting to discover. The contact was much softer than the first time Tomas had kissed him, sleep making his mouth move indistinctively. Not being able to resist pushing his luck, the boy pressed his tongue past the open lips. The sensation of being able to caress the inside of a forbidden mouth was fulfilling.

He didn’t know how to deal with the rising emotions, not wanting to end the stolen kiss, almost wishing to have his friend wake up. In the end, he slowly pulled back and silently retreated to his own bedroom.

Lamplights of Harbormyst House- Part 1

Since it was very kindly requested on Tumblr, I decided to post the beginning of one of my yaoi stories. This is not a fanfic, but a fantasy world all of my own creation. The beginning of this book still hasn't been written where all the guys are introduced so here is the lowdown: They live in a Victorian port town, on the harbor where they work for a shipping company. All the guys live in the same company sponsored housing, Ollie is the youngest at 18, and the oldest is the sailor and guardian, Forrest at 32. Ollie is blond hair, blue eyes and very short, Tomas (20) has black hair, brown eyes taller with a strong build, Corbin (21) is the troublemaker with brown eyes/hair, and Jesse (22) who is the servant. Jesse and Forrest don't come in until some point later. Miss Sophie is the owner and baker for the soda fountain/bakery (just for reference.)

If you happen to like what I wrote (below), don't be afraid to share your thoughts. If people are honestly interested, I have LOTS more to post since this is just the silly beginning.

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“Oi! ‘Ere be me bet, five bloomin’ silvers an’ thirty coppers.” Corbin slammed the coins on the table, attempting to intimidate his friends. Far into a game of Deuce’s Purse Strings, the challenges and the wagers were rising higher. A contest of wills and betting against the other bloke’s courage. Wagers are placed, top bidder decides on a task that the losing bidder has to do or forfeits the coins that he bet.

“Eh? I think yer getting mighty big fer yer britches. I’m gonna raise me wager to six silvers.” Tomas confidently pushed his bet towards the middle of the table before leaning back in his chair, folding his arms. A cocky grin spread across his features.

“Seven silvers.” Without even a blink, Ollie took his turn. The grin slipped from his friend’s face.

“That's the ticket! Now who be the cod gettin’ too big fer ’is britches? Appears as if the little bloke be callin' yer bluff. Chin up, I’ll go easy on ya. Ten silvers flat.” the jumps in the bids was enough to make Tomas think twice.

“Alright, I give. What’s me punishment this time?” Tomas stood, hands on his hips looking down on Corbin.

“Bugger, what ta chose… gawblimy! A bit o’ barmy lark it is, but how about givin’ ‘im a sip.” With a nod of his head indicating Ollie as the target.

“Is that all? I’ve kissed plenty a lass, one pair of lips be just like another.” Tomas hadn’t even flinched at the request.

“Fer ’em silvers ya lost, give ’im a bang up job!”

Before Ollie could protest, Tomas was leaning over him. One hand on the back of the chair, the other placed over the chair’s arm as the young man stood in front of his friend, blocking an escape. Taking a breath so he could voice his protest, all it had done was left his mouth open as Tomas’ lips interrupted. Golden lightning bolts slipped over his lips. The assertive kiss had stunned the boy, creating sensations very different from the few girls he had kissed in the past. Tomas wasn’t holding back as his tongue caressed his captive friend. Without being thoroughly rooted in the chair, Ollie would have tumbled to the floor as his muscles turned to mush. Feeling his friend pulling away, without thinking the blond lad sat up a bit to reconnect the kiss. Responding ever so slightly, Tomas gave a final peck and quickly licked the pouting lips. With a cool and triumphant demeanor he stood, grinning back at Corbin.

“Me debt be paid in full, ye cheeky bloke, not a copper left wanting.” Appearing thoroughly unashamed, the tall young man looked back at Corbin.

“Tally yer change again mate, Ollie looks like ya still owe ’im a few coppers.” mercilessly he teased his dazed friend. The blond lad barely had a moment to recover his vacant expression before firing off his retort.

“I’ve pilfered better from Miss Sophie afore. Ain’t nothin’ ta go on about.” He hoped that his attempts to bush off the incident had worked.

“Bosh! Yer blushin’ prettier than a bit o’ raspberry jam. Howd’ ya like the proof that yer kisses be sweeter than even Miss Sophie’s, Tomas? Full o’ flavor as ’em treats in her shop, she is.” Once seated, Tomas rubbed his chin, eyebrow raised, and shot a sly grin at the blushing boy.

“Cheeky fellow, I bet ye nicked a kiss fer some of the lass’ pastries.”

“Who’d go an’ buy a box o’ chocolates if ye can be given ’em one by one? An’ besides, me belly was hungry!” Ollie’s blatant admission made the friends laugh heartily. “Alright, I wager fifty coppers, who’s gonna raise?”

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His initial enthusiasm had backfired. Ollie didn’t realize until too late that he had aimed his speculations too high, thus loosing the last round. Like a prisoner in front of judge and jury, he awaited his penalty.

“Eye fer an eye, Corbin. Ollie, knock off that cod’s grin with the kind of affections ye have shown Miss Sophie.” Tomas laid out the judgment to his short friend.

Tensing up in his chair, the chap had been afraid that something like this would be the punishment. The only problem was, he wanted to be the one to force Corbin to kiss Tomas as retribution. Heading off to the gallows, he walked around the table where the brown haired boy sat. That grin was bating him, unspoken taunts and defiant eyes upped the ante. Hopelessly his mind wondered frantically how the game had veered in this direction, but even if he knew it wouldn’t change the challenge to his pride.

Gently making contact, Ollie was taken aback at how vastly different his two friend’s lips felt. Corbin’s were a little larger but much softer, almost in a more feminine way. Without prior warning, his friend’s hand pressed on the back of his neck, deepening the kiss. Aside from being a bit startling, it was a curious sensation to be kissing someone and having it not feeling any more than two mouths pressed together. Perhaps he just wasn’t trying hard enough? Mimicking how he had just been kissed by Tomas, attempting to discover if it was just a flaw in his technique. Curiously, it still felt the same.

Stepping back after Corbin had taken his hand away, the cheeky fellow still grinned, eyes laughing as they looked at Ollie’s mildly confused expression.

“Lil’ bugger’s got the hang o’ the thing but p'raps he’s taken more likin’ ta yer chocolates than me own.” Summing up the exchange in such a way made Ollie’s companions dissolve into a fit of laughter.

“Cheeky blokes! Any candy offered by either one o’ ye would be rotten ta the core. No wonder yer both plenty practiced! Having ta find new unsuspectin’ victims so frequently an’ all.”

After that statement the game of Deuce’s Purse Strings was unofficially over. Tomas raced into his room, quickly returning with feather filled missiles from his bed.

Welcome to Lennador

What is Lennador?

Lennador is a fantasy world of my own odd and varied creation that I have longed to share with adventuresome travelers. A dash of divinity, crumbling of creatures, pinch of people, mixed together with civilizations greatest golden ages, creating a topsy-turvy yet decadent landscape. Will there be trains, pirates, caravans, fey, masquerade balls, woodland gnomes, as well as a kindly old shopkeeper? Will we find ourselves in a massive castle atop an enchanted steampunk city, in a frozen barren waste where dinosaurs roam? Find solace from the desert's withering sun within the cool stone walls of a sprawling library, or beside a warm winter’s hearth telling tales of old? Onward and forward the wordsmith’s weaving goes, working in a bright flash of magic, darkness of a sinister mind, the strangeness of a creature never seen. Through the pages we fly on the wings of forgotten dreams, through one living story after another, each character possessing the life they are woven.

Lennador is everything I had always dreamed of finding someday, tucked within some rare magical book. Long my heart searched for it, finding the occasional fleeting memory that would do no more then remind me of what my childhood dreams hoped to be. Little could I have guessed what Lennador had planned for me as the fey whispers and pixie laughter trapped my heart within it's magic, pulling my thoughts ceaselessly towards the world hidden inside.

My greatest hope is that you will find a bit of your own joy or happiness tucked away within the vast existence that has become the world of Lennador. If you choose to take a short stroll through my guidebooks, may your time be worthwhile, and if by chance you enjoy regular visits to this sprawling land, may your travels be long with a new path always before your feet.

Easy Guide for Navigating Lennador

Since I have been writing random stories within this reality for about the last ten years, I no longer believe a single story line is even possible, and that's even before I consider a few stories that have alternate outcomes. Reading is truly wonderful, but it can give a real shock if you suddenly find yourself face-to-face with a plot twist that shifts into an unwanted genera. So to make it easier to know what you are getting into before you dive in (and to help my own sanity) unique names and tags are associated with Lennadorian sub genera.

Lennador Proper-

This is where Lennador began, as a medieval high adventure fantasy. All of my childhood imaginings were allowed to blossom and grow in here, making it a place that I would have no problem letting my pre-teen nieces and nephews read. This is just good fantasy.

Niedrig Mire- 

Do not tread into Niedrig Mire carelessly. Even a sunshine place like Lennador has a dark and terrifying side. The creatures that live here represent the worst that the world can offer, and often regard that the only rule is, anything goes. There is no reality outside of a living nightmare. If something is within Niedrig Mire, it has truly earned a right to be there.

Eros Ad Vitam-

Love makes the world go 'round, and Lennador is no different. Stolen kisses in the pantry, lover's secret rendezvous in a moonlit garden, sleepless nights under the sheets...

These selections are for adults only. Many of them may have large spans that aren't too risque, but merely because of the overall theme of the stories, I would only suggest them to other adults.

That being said, there is another distinction under this label as well. Any story that has Lamplights in the title or tags are specifically gay romance, boys with boys, yaoi, whatever you wish to call it. If Teacups is in the title or tags, it is lesbian romance, yuri, ect. Lastly if a flower name is in the title or tags, it is for a male and female couple. With any of these parings, the stories are what they are, couples are not guaranteed to be legally attached, yet under-aged parings are not my style either.

One final word about this category especially: There is at least one story that I have started writing that would have one of the tags from the Eros Ad Vitam list as well as the Niedrig Mire tag. Please make sure to check all tags on a story if you don't want a nasty surprise.

San Salla Archives-

Within the archives is stored a myriad of information that found it's way across the realm, much of it collected by the dedicated Lennadorian Chroniclers. Pamphlets, leaflets, news clippings, kingly decrees, recipes, memoirs, short bedtime stories, all eventually find their way into the Archives. Most anything can pop up within these shelves. So upon the Head Librarian's request, please be aware of the indexing, and return all materials to a proper re-shelving cart. The Archive is not responsible for singed eyebrows, missing family members, or irreversible memories if the guest fails to check the shelf tags.

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I am putting new stories up when I'm able, but as a college student I won't have much time for regular posts until sometime this summer. One of the reasons that the tagging format is so highly emphasized is I could be putting up random stories at any time. None of them are close to being complete yet (even though one is 70+ pages, there is still much left to write connecting it all) so if I waited until something was finished I would never be able to post within a reasonable amount of time.

If there is anything that you enjoy about these Lennadorian stories, please let me know with a kind reply, the longer the better. Much work, long hours, and a sea of headaches have been dealt with in order to get these stories in a finished form. All I ask for in return is feedback so I know how to improve as a writer, and know what my fans would like to read. Almost any character I write has some sort of back story, that's just how my mind works. If you love someone who is mentioned, or a location, feel free to pass on why it strikes your fancy. The more I know someone loves something about Lennador, I am greatly encouraged to write extensively about it. In Lennador, it is possible for any paths to cross, or the magic could choose on a whim to find a hidden space to tell a story that may not fit within the proper timeline. After all the years that I've been documenting Lennador I've found that given the right circumstances, anything's probable.

Much Love,

Susanne
First Chronicler of Lennador