The King's Guard (BL)

Joy

I woke up gleefully this morning. Presley opened the curtains and I was excited to see the sun.

"Good morning, your highness." Presley stated.
"Oh, great morning, Presley!"
He snickered. "I'll assume that all went well with Sir Nathan last night?"

I stood up with my weight on one foot, so he could dress me.

"He's liked me all this time, Presley!" I stated excitedly.
"Well, that truly sounds wonderful, your majesty."
"I must tell Creed. Hurry, Presley."
"I am going as fast as I can, sir." he laughed.

...

I was given a pair of crutches and hurriedly tried to find Creed on them.

"What the hell happened to you?" he asked.
"Do not worry about that, Creed, guess what!"
"What is it?"
"He likes me too!" I said enthusiastically.
"You don't say? See, I told you he'd come around."
"Yes," I went on to explain what happened the night before and how he liked Lucas just so he could get over being nervous about liking me.

"Interesting. Well, good for you. I'm happy for you, princey."
"Thank you." I smiled.

"So does that mean you can't ride for a while?"
"That's what the doctor told me but I have no intent on keeping that deal." I replied.
"You're a handful." he snickered.
"Yes. But I shall see you later, I think I'd like to ride now, actually."
"Okay. Be safe, don't fall, stay out of the forest."
"Yea, whatever." I waved and crutched along.

I was exhausted by the time I made it to the stables.

I saw Lucas and Nathan bathing the horses. Lucas had Cotton and Nathan had Snow.

They both completed their tasks with their shirts off but only Nathan grabbed my attention and kept it.
I watched him smile at Snow and she'd nuzzle her face into him. I crutched into the grass towards them.

"Your highness, are you alright?" Lucas asked.
"I am fine, Lucas. Thank you." I smiled.

Nathan walked to me with the soap sponge.
"Do you need help?" he asked.
"I think I'm okay."
"Did you want to ride?" he asked.

I looked at the sweat that flowed down his chest.

"Um...yes..." I answered and snapped out of it.
"Okay." he smiled. He went back to Snow and saddled her up.
Once he finished he came back to me.

"Grab onto me."

I had my crutch leaned against my body and put my hand on his shoulder. He swiped my feet from under me and my crutches fell.

"Oh-...!" I said in shock.
He walked us to Snow and sat me on top of her.
"Comfortable? Your ankle isn't bothering you, right?" he asked.
"No, I'm okay." I smiled.
"Good." he smiled back.

I led Snow away and we rode over the empty field.

"Snow, how do I make someone my boyfriend?" I asked her rhetorically as we turned around. I could see him bringing out another horse for a bath. "I really like him."

We stopped moving and I laid on top of Snow with my chin on her head as we both looked forward. I at Nathan, and she at...I have no idea.

I saw Lucas finish up with Cotton and he went to grab the next horse. Cotton was allowed to walk freely.

"Snow..."
I heard a neigh.
"What do I do if...he decides to be...intimate? What happens? Where does anything go? Who do I ask? I can't ask him...that would be embarrassing. I've only ever slept with women..."
My eyes found Lucas again as he walked out with Max.
Max was flailing around like he disliked the fact that Lucas held him.

"Lucas..."

I rode back as I saw Nathan calming Max and taking him away from Lucas. Lucas was given Nathan's horse, Flower.

"Lucas." I called.
"Yes, your highness?"
"I would like to speak with you, please."
"Yes, of course." He went inside the stables and pulled out his horse, Butterscotch.

We rode off and I stopped us at the far end of the field. Plenty far away from Nathan.

"Lucas..."
"Yes, your highness?"
"I hear that you...fancy both genders?"
He looked frightened. "Am I losing my job?"
"Oh, goodness, no! It's okay! Why does everyone keep asking me that? But no, I recently found out that I like men and I am no hypocrite."
He seemed relieved.
"Lucas, I must ask you a question."
"Yes, sir?"
"Have you...been with a man?"
"Do you mean...sexually?"
I nodded.
"Yes sir."
"Oh, fantastic. Please enlighten me."

He looked confused as I got comfortable.

"I'm sorry?" he asked.
"I would like to become intimate with a man but I have only ever slept with women. How does it work?"
"Oh! Oh dear...umm...well..."

He began to explain how it's worked for him. How he's played either role. Where what goes and how it works. Other ways to please a man.

"And it must go back there?" I asked in concern.
"Well, I suppose your mouth is also an option."
"Hm..."
"Has a woman never put her mouth on your member?" he asked.
"Well, no. I tended to try and make it end as fast as possible. I didn't think to do anything besides inserting between her legs. Isn't putting it in your mouth kind of...unhygienic?"
"It isn't if you're clean."

I'm very clean so that is no problem.

"It feels really good." he added.
"Like?"
"Like...I don't know. It's too good to describe."
"Oh..."
"But yes, those are the ways that I've endured. There is also if you rub both of your lengths together."
"What?"
"Yes. Gently, not too fast. But it feels nice."
"I see."

The question was now who would enter who? Do we take turns? What if I hurt him on accident?

"That is all I wanted to know. Thank you so much for your advice."
"Of course, your highness. I'm always happy to help." He bowed only his head slightly since he was still on his steed.
"You can return to your duties." I assured him.
He went on his way.

I would like to try...

I went back and found Nathan. He was rinsing the soap off of Max.
"Hi." I greeted.
"Hi." he smiled. "Would you like help?"
"Yes, please."
He chuckled and released Max then came to me. His hands found my waist and he pulled me off. He held onto me and kept me close as we just stared.

I looked away shyly.
"If this was a staring competition then you would have lost." he laughed and went to fetch my crutches.
"That's not fair! You make me nervous..."
"Really?" he asked and handed them to me. I balanced.
"You're cute when you're nervous." he smiled. I shied away giddily.

"I have to go, dinner should be ready soon. Will you eat with me?"
"Yes, your highness."
I grinned and went off.

...

I made it inside and called for Presley.

"Yes, sire?" he came and answered.
"I hate crutches."
He snickered. "That is understandable, sir."
"When can I stop using them?" I asked.
"You have a few more days."
I sighed.