The House in the Lake

The God of the Lake

I didn't want to pee in my pants – which are actually his – so I couldn't remain in his hug for as long as I wanted to, and went to the toilet. When I came out, the room's door was closed, and he wasn't there. He had left me with his box, when I was bound to pick it up to place it somewhere else. And he had even closed the door.

What he did? I adore it!!!

I said he provided anything I might have wanted. So there is a small bookcase in my room. Nothing big, just three small shelves and a cupboard underneath them. The cupboard is empty, but the bookshelves had books on them right from the start. There aren't many, but there are many more than I could ever read in a month. Some of them I have already read. Some of them I've never heard of, but most of the latter ones seemed quite interesting when I read their blurbs. If nothing else, he had guessed my taste quite accurately.

In any case, though, he was more interesting than the books and he occupied most of my time each and every day, so I hadn't read a single page of any of those.

So, I put his box in the cupboard there. I admit that when I picked it up from the bed, my curiosity went through the roof, for a moment or two. But no! I didn't even try to open it. Really. No! And I'm proud of that. I'm ashamed I wanted to look inside. I still want to. And this is something I will tell him. I don't want to repeat the same mistake! So, yes! I put the box in the cupboard and went out to find him.

He is at the porch, leaning onto the railing, looking at the land. Still naked. I can't but admire him. It's not just his perfect looking body, and ass, I admire, though. He looks so very divine, right now, for some reason. I want to go and hug him. I actually close in on him a little, but I stop myself. I don't want to distract him.

And no, this isn't an insecurity of any kind. I don't feel like he is keeping his distance from me, or that he doesn't want me there. I don't even feel like he wouldn't like me hugging him. It's just... I want to give him the freedom to do whatever he does, undistracted.

But then, he stretches his arm out behind him, towards me, as if he is inviting me to hold his hand, without him looking back at me. So I do exactly that. I go to his side and hold his hand. He kisses it softly and places it on his chest, over his heart, still looking at the land.

"Look at them, Kane," he... pleads?

I want to reply that I can't see that far, but I don't want to break his train of thoughts, so I turn to pretend I look. But I see! Well... of course I see... I mean... I could see him from the shore and the distance was just as great. Well... it was the very same distance, actually. Yes, greater than I should be able to see so clearly, but, obviously, not when Lugh works his magic. So, yes, I can see, as if I'm standing on the beach, what he is watching.

And it is a very normal thing. It's just three kids, two boys and a girl, playing there; and a woman watches over them. Nothing I haven't seen time and time again, and I'm sure Lugh must have seen this kind of scene happening millions of times in his five thousand years long stay on this lake.

So why his reaction? I try to guess. Looking at them, I try to find any odd little thing about them that will help me see what Lugh sees and I don't. I scan and rescan the shore. I try to observe every little detail. Nothing seems off. Everything is normal. But I don't say a thing.

I just keep observing, on one hand the kids playing on the shore and, on the other hand, Lugh watching them. And that's how I realised how strongly he presses my hand against his chest. He doesn't squeeze my fingers in between his own. He doesn't grasp it forcefully. So, I didn't notice at first. But he presses it against his chest quite hard. I don't really know why, but I want to hug him right now with everything I have. And this isn't lust. I don't, though, but now my eyes don't turn to the shore, anymore.

Some time passes in silence, with me staring at him, fondly, before he, once again, eventually breaks it. And he still doesn't look at me and he still sounds like he is begging me... to reply what?

"You think... you think they'll come to hate the God of the Lake? You think they'll call him a beast?"

"You are not..." Oh, Gods! What am I saying?

And then he turns to me and smirks. "Am I not a beast?"

And then he hugs me, so warmly, and without any smirk sounding in his voice, he whispers in my ear, "Thank you, Kane! I love you, too!"

Bloody bastard! The worst thing is, he isn't exactly wrong. I do love him. I'm not that blind to my feelings... anymore. But I hate him, just as much! Well... not hate-hate him... maybe... I hate what he did, rather than him. Yes, that's it. I love him, but I can't forgive him for what he did... Yes! That's it!

But I don't say any of this. I just hug him back, trying to infuse all my love into him through my hold.

And to do this, at first I squeezed him. Then, I caressed him. Then I touched his ass. His bare ass, as you probably remember, but I had forgotten. And hence I'm horny again! Which makes me want to kiss him. Passionately. And as I'm getting ready to do this, I remember what I actually wanted to tell him. Shit!

I release my hold, and take a step back. I look down and he tries to bring me back into his hug, but I stop him.

"Lugh? I don't think I deserve your trust. Well... I don't, actually. I've betrayed it, already."

"You didn't look in the box, Kane. I know that. So why are you lying?"

"I'm not lying. I didn't look in it, yes, but I wanted to. Very much so!"

And then he hugs me and kisses me, without caring about my efforts to stop him. And well... I can't help but give in to his kiss after a few moments!

"I know you are curious, Kane. But you didn't let your curiosity get the better of you. So, that's all that matters."

"Maybe! For now! But what if tomorrow, or the day after–?"

"If that happens, I'll worry about it when it happens. But it won't happen. You'll never do such a thing!"

"How do you know?"

"Because you said so, Kane. And that's enough for me."

"I can lie, you know."

"But you won't. So, stop worrying about that. I want to see your smiling face again, Kane. Obey this God and smile!"

He said the last part so pompously, making such a ridiculous expression which indeed lifted my spirits, a little. So I tried to comply and smiled. Awkwardly.

"Oh, come on! That isn't even a smile! Smile like you mean it!"

He isn't angry. He is playing with me. He is teasing me. And I smile even more awkwardly, in return, partly on purpose. And he laughs and kneels and before I realise what he is doing, he pushes down my trousers and starts sucking me. Perfectly!

"Oh, my Gods!"

"I'm just one!"

"And you are more than enough!" And now I'm smiling; really! And he grins back at me, joyfully, and then continues what he had started.

And when he finishes, he stands up again, and I hug him and kiss him and thank him. And he returns the hugging and the kissing and takes me to the couch while doing so. And he sits me there, and then he releases me. And I lean my head forwards to start sucking him – what? He was standing in front of me! But this lasted only a moment, because before my mouth reaches where his dick was, he is already sitting on the couch.

"Can I just rest in your lap, my love?"

"Of course!"

And he lies there. On his side, though, facing away from me. But he kisses my thigh and he caresses my knee, so it's not a bad thing. And he closes his eyes. And I start caressing his hair. And he smiles softly and calmly; at peace. The way he looks, I would easily believe he had fallen asleep, but his hand still caresses my knee.

Maybe that's how this "God" "sleeps".