The House in the Lake

His Trust

Sleeping cocooned in Lugh's hug always gives me a pleasant sleep. And a really restful one, too! Even when I had that dream, it was less stressful than ever before. But this time it was even better.

When my conscious mind woke up, before opening my eyes, I thought to myself, what a wonderful day this was going to be. Yes, as simple as that, and for no actual reason. It's not like I had already planned something. I had just left the dreamland, I mean. Or had I?

So then I was scared to open my eyes. What if I was still dreaming? What if I was in my room, down on the floor, next to the door? What if all the rest hadn't happened and they were just my–?

"Don't squeeze your eyes so tightly, Kane. You looked much cuter just a moment ago."

And my fears vanished in the blink of an eye. Well... almost literally, for I opened my eyes right away, and blinked on seeing him, smiling oh-so-brightly, looking at me. Then I grabbed this beauty and I kissed him. And somehow, in the middle of the kiss, we ended up with him lying on the bed and me on top of him.

"Good morning, Sunshine!"

Ok! This wasn't a clever thing to say, but could you have thought up something wittier under the circumstances? And he is as bright as the sun, or even more so. Then how could I have come up with anything but that?

But he seems pleased with the comment. So it wasn't a really bad one, now, was it?

"Good morning, my love."

He just stares at me, smiling, caressing – barely – my face with the back of his fingers. And I look back at him, adoringly, gratefully, unwilling to break the silence, not even with another kiss, which I've been so much wanting to give him, all this time.

Oh, perfect! He is a God, so he is, indeed, perfect even now! But my breath reeks, my hair is a mess and my eyes are certainly gunky. Just perfect!

And that's why I just said, "Sorry," and ran to my room. Or, actually, to my bathroom inside my room.

And as I'm cleaning out my colon, and taking a shower and cleaning my teeth and, well, you know, getting myself presentable, I realise I'm correcting one mistake with another – and a bigger one to boot! I mean... what if he thinks I ran away because I didn't like what was happening? Or what we did last night? I could have, at least, sucked him before leaving! He wouldn't have cared for my ugliness, were I down there!

So I do my hair as fast as I can and run – naked – towards the porch to find him and explain everything to him. I open the door of my room and stop. I turn around and look at my bed.

"Oh, don't laugh so hard, Lugh!"

But I'm glad he does. I'm glad he is here. He knew!!!

So I go to find him on the bed and climb on top of him, trying to pout as convincingly as I can, but my whole soul laughs, just as much as he does. So I give up!

I kiss him and then go down, push his trousers down, and suck him. He said I could do it, if I wanted to, and I do want to!

And when I finally look back up to his eyes, he is looking at me, while biting his lip and caressing my hair.

"Thank you! I love you!"

So, I wasn't that bad. Right?

"You are welcome," I say, but I mean, "Thank you" and I'm afraid – hoping – he knows it.

Then I try to take off his trousers. "I need to wear something." And he lets me do as I want. He doesn't say anything about me having my own pair. He just lets me do as I please, and watches me putting on his trousers.

Only then he asks, "So then, do I wear yours, new ones, or–?"

"Nothing, of course!"

"Ok!"

And he jumps off of the bed and takes my hand and leads me to the porch. Naked!

Were he not naked, I might have noticed there was something on the bed, but I didn't. I had eyes only for him. And his holding my hand – tenderly, but firmly – didn't leave me any chance to focus on anywhere but him.

Truth be told, I wasn't expecting him to so easily agree with my ridiculous demand. In fact, I didn't realise I had expressed a demand until he actually agreed to do as I told him to. I was, more or less, expecting him to come up with a joyful argument and "convince" me to let him wear some trousers. Or maybe to throw me back on the bed and show me who is the master of the house, if you know what I mean. But, nonetheless, I adore that he did neither, just as much. Or more. At least, I enjoy it more.

And guess what? My breakfast is already at the porch. Yeah, I'm not surprised by this. He is a God, after all! I bet he doesn't really know how to make a coffee. He just... conjures everything up. I'm not complaining. He does it perfectly. Every day! I don't have such a success ratio in preparing my own first coffee of the morning. Preparing breakfast before drinking it? That's impossible!

And I'm not the kind of guy who would complain because he doesn't make it with his own hands. He is a God, so he does it in a godly way. That doesn't mean he doesn't care! And yes, he isn't a God, we all know that. But what do you call the son of a Demigod and an undine? So, let's go with "God"!

Maybe I should ask him about his mother and father. I don't know if a common mortal is allowed to learn such things, though. But, I have Lugh lying on my lap fully naked. I can hardly take my thoughts off of admiring his beauty when he is just shirtless. If you think I can do it easily now, think again! So, he does the questioning and I do the answering. Mostly. And yes, there is much kissing – and more – in between.

He doesn't ask anything really peculiar, probably. He is mostly interested in whether I enjoyed last night. Yeah! It's not an uncommon conversation, but... Well, I was moaning and screaming so hard, I was probably heard in the mainland, so how does he not know? But I think it's so cute of him asking me this. Even if he does it out of courtesy or something. Not to mention that, this way, my returning the question doesn't show how anxious I am for his reply.

He said he liked everything!!!

And some time after I had finished my breakfast, I go back to my room. To pee. Well, I am a human! And on entering the room, I see it immediately on my bed.

"Lugh?" And he is right behind me, almost immediately. "What is your box doing here? You know I didn't come into your room, yesterday, for this. Don't you?"

And he hugs me from behind and kisses my neck and rests his chin on my shoulder.

"I know, Kane. Of course I do! And, I hope, you know how utterly I love you, by now. But you don't know I trust you. Isn't it so? This is just me saying to you that I do."