The First Lessons
by Gypsy
Gypsy_gray@msn.com
Title: First Lessons
Author: Gypsy
Pairing: Joxer/Other (m/m)
Spoilers: Minimal for Lyre Lyre Hearts on Fire
Rating: R-NC17
Archive: Sure. If you want it. Just let me know who you are first.
Discalimer: Their not mine. I'm not making any money. Don't sue me.
Notes: This story was written in response to a challenge based on
the episode "Lyre,Lyre..."
It has not been beta read so any mistakes are my own. I love
feedback. It's what keeps us starving writers going. Send it to: Gypsy_gray@msn.com
Joxer walked slowly to his brother's room at the inn. He wasn't
looking forward to this, but he knew he owed his brother an apology.
Jayce had always been there for him when they were growing up,and it had
broken his heart when their father had made Jayce leave home. But despite
their closeness, the first time Joxer had run into his older brother
after their separation he had been uncomfortable. Joxer had always known
that his brother Jayce was different, but at home Jayce had been very
careful to hide that difference. Joxer had been almost fifteen years old
before he realized what that difference was. And then seeing his brother
being so, well so Jayce...he had been awkward and upset with his brother.
And that feeling had never faded. But now, well...Jayce was his brother
and he loved him no matter what. Maybe if they talked like they had when
they were children his brother could help him understand the way he felt.
Joxer opened the door to his brother's room slowly. He was about to
walk in when he realized what he was seeing. Jayce was standing naked in
front of the fireplace. And he was not alone. One of his dancer's,
wearing Gabrielle's white bikini get up, was kneeling on the floor in
front of Jayce. It took a moment for the would-be warrior to figure out
that the reason Jayce was moaning was that the bikini clad dancer had his
cock in his mouth and two of his fingers inside of him. Then Jayce's
words hit him...
"Oh ches, my beautiful wone. Oh, chou are soo good. Mmmm, my
love...."
Joxer ran down the stairs, out the door, and across the street. He
was
bolting the door on the sauna before he realized he had run into the
public baths.
"Vell, hhhelllo hhhandsome. Vhat do chou vant from Mango. Az if I
can
not guess."
Joxer whirled around to find himself face to face with a dripping
man.
A naked dripping man. A naked dripping man who was coming closer. A naked
dripping man who was coming closer and who just stepped over one of
Draco's men. A naked dripping man who was coming closer and who just
stepped over one of Draco's men that was passed out on the floor with a
goofy grin on his face and a pair of gold leather shorts down around his
ankles. Joxer started trying to unlock the door.
"I tell chou de same ting I tell im. Mango vill give chou de
grreatest
night of chou life. But, Man go vill never be chours. Mango is for no
one."
Joxer jerked the door off the hinges, ran back to the inn, and hid
in
the hayloft in the stables. Once there he did what any mighty warrior
would in such a situation. He made a funny gurgly nose and passed out
cold.
Soft hands. Soft hands on his forehead, smoothing a cool cloth over
his face. A soft comfortable bed underneath him, and a melodic baritone
voice humming softly from somewhere above him. Joxer sighed contentedly.
"So, your awake now?" The speaking voice was as sweet as the humming
one. A sort of throaty purr, but one that was natural and not affected
for impact. Joxer opened his eyes and discovered he was looking up into
the hazel eyes of one of the dancers. The slim short haired one who had
pinched him when they were on stage. Joxer sat bolt upright and headed
for the door. Strong arms caught him and pushed him back down.
"Easy. You were unconscious when I found you. Do you remember what
happened?
"Oh yeah, I remember. I went to see Jayce and he and this guy
were...and then there was this other naked guy with another naked guy.
And he says, Mango is for no one, and then I hid and you...And why am I
telling you this?"
A warm baritone chuckle was his answer, and Joxer felt himself
relax.
This man had taken care of him when he found him passed out. He was a
friend of Jayce's and didn't seem to mind Joxer's babbling at all. For a
moment Joxer allowed himself to really look at the man. He wore a loose
faded white linen shirt with the laces undone and a pair of soft suede
breeches. His hair was short and dark brown and looked as soft as his
voice. But his body, there was nothing soft about that. He was tanned and
toned without being overly muscled. The perfect body for a dancer.
"It sounds like you had a coupla real shocks tonight."
"Hm, what? Oh, yeah. You can say that again a couple thousand
times."
"Joxer, didn't you know about your brother?"
"No! Yes. I, I knew. But I didn't know"
"I see. And walking in on he and Timnus together must have been a
shock."
"Timnus, is that the guy's name?"
"Yes. He and Jayce have been lovers for nearly seven years now.
They're very happy together and very
much in love."
"Look, it's not that I don't want Jayce to be happy. He's my brother
and I love him, but....I just don't understand
how..I mean men aren't suppose to...They just..."
"Hey, take it easy. It's alright. Joxer can you tell me what it is
that bothers you so much about this?"
"He..he was beautiful. They were beautiful together. How can
something
that's as bad as father said this is be so beautiful."
"Oh. Joxer it is not bad. It's beautiful because what you saw was a
physical demonstration of caring. That can never be anything
but beautiful. As beautiful as you."
"What?"
"Hasn't anyone ever told you that?"
"No."
A soft warm handed lifted Joxer's chin. He looked directly into
the other man's eyes and saw something he had never seen before. Desire,
desire for him. The warrior closed his eyes and leaned into the hand now
cupping his cheek. He felt safe. He was not afraid or nervous at all.
This man would not hurt him or make him do anything he didn't want.
"You are beautiful."
Warm lips on his. A strong body pressed against him. And then
somehow
they were lying together on the bed. And then they were naked. And Gods
but the man was beautiful. And then a hot strong body was on top of his.
And a hot wet tongue was in his mouth. And then that hot mouth was moving
down. His neck, his nipples, his stomach. And then that wonderful mouth
was on his cock and he thought he'd die. And then he did die.
When Joxer came to this time he knew exactly where he was. Cradled
in
strong arms while a soft voice murmured words of affection and comfort in
his ear. Joxer turned in his lover's arms and felt the other man's cock,
hard and hot, press into his lower back.
"Joxer?"
"Show me this. Teach me...please."
A soft moan was his answer. For a moment the other man didn't move
and
then the bed shifted as he got up. Joxer did not turn to look but he
heard the rustling of cloth and guessed that his lover was rummaging in
his travel bag. A moment later the bed shifted again and those wonderful
arms were around him once more. Soft kisses were placed on his neck and
shoulders. His lover's hands roamed his whole body. The other man played
him expertly. By the time Joxer's mind caught up with his body there were
three fingers inside him touching a place that left him sweating,
moaning and pressing back onto them. Then they were gone.
"Wha..."
"Shh, easy. Relax. I'm going to be inside you know. You have to
relax."
A pressure against the entrance to his body. And he should have
tensed. He should have pulled away. But he didn't. He knew he was safe.
He knew this man would never hurt him. Knew it with the same certainty
that he knew he no longer loved Gabrielle. Her hold on him had been
burned away in the fire between he and his lover. She was ash to his
lover's flesh. She was nothing anymore.
He felt his lover enter him. Felt the length and width of that
magnificent organ fill him. Felt himself stretch to accommodate it. And
moaned in the joy of being wanted. Slowly his lover began to move inside
him. Gentle deep thrusts that opened him completely and left him gasping
at every entrance and whimpering with each withdrawal. He moved with his
lover and a slowly a rhythm built. They lost themselves in it. It lasted
forever, and not long enough. But inevitably they both found completion.
They slept still joined. Back to chest, legs tangled.
It was late morning when the lovers woke. Soft kisses and gentle
words
were exchanged over breakfast in front of the fire. After breakfast a
bath was brought to the room and they shared the tub and kisses and each
other. The beautiful dancer offered Joxer a return of what he had been
given, and they spent another night tangled together in sated
contentment.
"Xena and Gabrielle will be leaving this afternoon."
"If I asked you to stay..."
"I can't. I'm not ready for that. But...Thank you. Thank you for
making me feel beautiful. And for wanting me."
"Thank you for your trust. And the most precious of gifts. I will
always treasure our time together."
"I...I don't know if I should ask this or not. You never said I
shouldn't but you never told me..."
"Anything you want to know. Just ask."
"What's your name?"
"Esar."
"Thank you."
They parted with a gentle kiss full of affection and caring. Joxer
walked behind Xena and Gabrielle not hearing what they were saying. He
was lost in memories of gentleness and passion. He wasn't aware of the
moment when his thoughts became a prayer, but someone else was. Out of
sight of the travelers, Esar stood in the shadows watching his new lover
walk behind the two women. An aura of blue sparks shimmered around him
and then disappeared.
Ares, God of War, watched his future consort leave with his daughter
and her lover. He had known since Joxer's birth that the young man was
his fated mate. The God had waited 26 years for the right time. And
finally it had come. Joxer would meet Esar again, and when he did Ares
would reveal the truth. By then his beloved would be comfortable enough
with what he had learned about himself to deal with the rest. But for
now, Joxer had just realized that he no longer loved Gabrielle. And was
only beginning to learn that his heart cared nothing for the gender of
his lovers. Not that Ares intended there to be anyone besides him. Seeing
Joxer moon over the blonde bimbette had torn the God's heart out, and it
had taken everything he had not to kill Meg for being with him. Ares had
wanted the gift of Joxer's virtue. The only thing that had saved Meg was
her kindness toward Joxer and the fact that she truly did care for him.
Still, Ares had done his best to make sure that the two mortals time
together was always limited. And once Joxer agreed to be his lover, the
War God knew Joxer would never be unfaithful to him. It was not in his
beloved's nature to betray those he cared for. Soon, very soon, Joxer
would take his rightful place at Ares side. As his lover and consort.
The End