swords men

seeing the pull I have

After his stay in the place, type was taken home to have needed a month to heal, he made sure to play things up a bit to keep tharn bond too him has he felt tharn was going to do something to his father which would start a war and type was not going to have that happen. Type was not going to have any danger go to him in any way. Regardless if his father deserved it or not. He was also observing something with this. Something that could be beneficial to him.
By the end of the month, type was to his desk to have a hard face, in three months time he was going to be 17 and they needed to go to the competition, type knew they were going to end up together to fight and this was starting to place him to the edge has he didn't know how this could end. He knew tharns father wanted him to kill and type knew he's father wanted him to kill tharn, but with everything that had happened with them he needed to find a different way so they both won but how?
Peering his eyes to the side he saw his phone start to vibrate for him to then place his hand to it to gather to look over.
Tharn: Train or.....
Type couldn't help but to smirk. He liked that for this month tharn actually asked what he wanted to do, he liked the choice.
Type: train.
Type darted his eyes over the phone to see tharn text an address.
Type: I have to finish something, I'll be leaving in 20.
Tharn: now.
Type rolled his eyes.
Type: 20.
Tharn: now.
Type couldn't help but to laugh.
Type: 25 if you text me once more stating now.
Type kept his phone to his hands to wait for a moment to then place it down to go back to what he was trying to accomplish.
Becoming irritated, type finished early to go to that address has soon has he could with his sword but he had something else in mind.
Going inside type went exactly where tharn told him he was going to be, to see tharn sitting to be sharpening to then eye up to actually smile.
Type took in a deep breathe to go further to him to then sit right in front for tharn to eye him confused.
"Type?"
"We need to talk."
Tharn raised an eye brow.
"Mm...."
Type took in a deep breathe.
"You know we're almost 17."
Tharn shrugged to eye down.
"Need to train."
Type placed his sword down for tharn to stop sharpening his sword to then look to the side.
"What....."
"What is going to happen when we turn 18 and we're the last? I'm sure you know has I do, were going to win and it'll just be you and I."
Tharm darted his eyes.
"We need to concentrate on the next 3 months to train and do the competition."
"Tharn....... Is the reason why you won't answer...... Is it..... Because you're going to...... Kill me?"
Tharn then sharpened his sword to hard to then slowly look up to eye over type in anger.
"Excuse me!"
Type gulped to stand his ground. Tharn looked over this to then scoff to eye down to shake his head.
Type signed has the silence grew to watch tharn continue to sharpen his sword to ignore type a bit for him to think about what he observed to go with it, type slowly got up to keep the sword to the side to the ground to go to tharn to place his hands to his head for tharn to try to take his head from his grasp for type to hold onto him a bit tighter to tilt his head to go to his neck to caress his flesh with his bottom lip.
Tharn furrowed his brow to then start to relax his position, for type to place his hands to the sword for tharn to regain his hold to it to move his head back for type to do the same.
"What do you think your doing type?"
Type rolled his eyes to keep his hands to the sword.
"Do you trust me?"
Tharn gave type a hard look for him to give him a serious one.
"Tharn...... Do you trust me?" He asked slowly.
Tharn raised an eye brow.
"I don't know......"
Tharn then placed a hand to types shirt to tug for type to hang his head to eye down.
"Do you trust me?"
Type signed to slowly look up at him.
"My shirt staying on has nothing to do with trust and you know it. Also, do you think I'm trying to do something to you has I'm trying to take away your sword?"
Tharn darted his eyes over type to sign to let his shirt and sword go for type to smile wide to place his sword to the ground to go into his lap to start to kiss at his lips softly, for tharn to relax his position even more to then place his hands to his hips to really get into this.
Tharn then turned them has he sat to something comfortable to lay type down for there kissing to start to get intense, type then opened his eyes to see tharn started to take off his shirt to raise an eye brow.
Believe I know your greatest weakness........ Sex.
Type made a face has he wanted it to be something more however he didn't see the bigger picture.
Type then moved his head up for tharn to go to his neck to start to nuzzle his flesh to feel tharns hands to his pants to feel it start to be pulled apart, for type opened his head to feel a bit down from his realization to then be muddled with different emotions and thinking.
Type then took in a very deep breathe has tharn was able to withdraw his cock to then have no brain to be over taken with tharn to know they needed to have a serious talk, which needed to be sooner rather then later.