Random Chance

 

There was a draft coming from somewhere and Anders shivered in truth. He looked around the room but couldn't spot the source. Still he stood there, as if at attention, before his Commander.

Why? He had no idea, but that didn't make any difference. He would, apparently, stand until he was told to do otherwise. Where had this complacent Anders come from and where had the other gone? It was it was as if a demon had him in thrall, but completely at his will.

"You are right," Random suddenly said, "I have been taking advantage. I have gotten you to your small clothes and beyond without unfastening a strap. Sit there on the bed if you would and I will cover you so that you may be warm. But I wish to cover you, since I do not wish to cover all of you."

Anders gratefully sat, quiescent, as Random gently placed a blanket around his shoulders and a fur over his knees and feet.

"The rest of you stays uncovered, I am afraid, for I need inspiration for what I am about to do."

Oh no, what now? Anders thought. Just when he felt comfortable Random would some up with some statement like this or (the shudder was still there), action, that unsettled him all over again. Was it to be like this all night? He wasn't entirely sure that his heart could take it, but his spirit wasn't going to miss a moment.

Random walked to the bed and taking the candle burning there lit several others, placing them carefully on the floor. He moved one a few times until it was where he wanted.

"I undressed you, but mage robes are so simple there was hardly anything to it… well, very much to it in the end, but the process lacks finesse. If we continue beyond tonight I may have to get you some proper armor." As he said this, Random untied his sleeves, letting them drop and twisted to unbuckle the straps joining the breastplate and backplate of his cuirass. This he stripped off, taking with it the faulds that covered his hips and all of the under padding and small clothes in one swift movement. It was rather like an illusionist's trick.

Carelessly he tossed them to one side, leaving his arms and torso bare, but his legs still encased in leather poleyns, greaves and sabatons. As he turned, Anders could see that he was, not surprisingly, fully erect. A slim but long alabaster column rose from his groin in a graceful curve, traced with delicate blue lines, the head a bit ruddy.

With a start Anders realized that he had never seen another man erect. Of course, as any man does, he'd seen a lot a penises, when pissing, or bathing, or changing in camp, but… never… He hadn't even thought of it really. How would they be different from him? It wasn't something a man did think about, was it?

The elf was more slender, but almost as long, which made him proportionately very long indeed. Anders tried to pull his eyes away from that gently swaying wand. Random was saying something now. Must focus.

"That part was easy. Not so different from your robes, if a bit more cumbersome. However, you see, we warriors wear this armor on our legs and feet, and it is not so easily removed. By necessity, all of the buckles and catches are at the back. Many knights use squires to help them, but as a Grey Warden traveling rough I have learned to do for myself. It simply involves some… maneuvering. And I thought you might enjoy watching this maneuvering. Feel free to laugh, I will not be offended.

Saying this, Random dropped to the floor and brought one foot up almost to his face. This did indeed change the view. Now Anders could clearly see not only that proud phallus, but balls lightly sprinkled with auburn hair and, well, a bit beyond.

Random seemed to be having some trouble with a strap, which caused everything to jiggle. Anders wondered if the strap were really difficult, or if this was just part of the show. In any case, he decided to learn back on his elbows and enjoy, careful to keep parts uncovered as he had been instructed.

The right sabaton finally came lose and dropped away. Making a remarkable twisting movement, Random brought the left up, but in a more open position. Instead of the knee bent at so that the footwear was at his face, he held the leg out, only partly bent, and reached out for the straps with his arm. The position was strangely balletic, and left his chest in shadow and groin framed between the two legs and arms. It was, well, beautiful, Anders couldn't deny it.

So, great. Now he'd gone from not just lustfully viewing another man's body, but thinking it a piece of art. It was indeed an adventurous night. He realized that he would not be the same tomorrow morning, no matter if they stopped now. It was a profound change that had come over him and that allowed him this vision, these thoughts.

"Old injury," Random explained. "Left knee is a bit stiff and doesn't like to bend that much."

"It's… lovely," Anders replied. "That position. Lovely."

Random laughed. "Thank you, my friend. I was really expecting that you would more laugh at my antics, but appreciation is… appreciated."

As he watched, Anders was starting to also appreciate the carefully placed candles. Their light perfectly revealed, then hid, then revealed again, making the performance that much more entertaining.

Having disposed of the sabatons, Random stood and again, with an amazing contortion, reached back and around to unbuckle the greaves. This bent his upper body around and down, leaving his hips upmost and that marbled staff reaching for the sky. Anders noticed that his own hand had slipped down and that he was stroking his wand. Ah well, it was a little late to be prudish. He let the hand do as it would.

Both greaves off, Random straightened, arching his back to relieve the cramp. "The cuisses, I'm afraid, are easier to do and less entertaining," he said.

As he started to reach behind his thigh, Anders breathed, "Let me. Please. Let me."

Random stood back up and appraised the offer. Sternly he said, "You may, but you must touch only them, not me. I have plans for when you first touch me, and I would not have those plans disrupted."

"As you say, Commander," Anders replied. He smiled bravely as Random approached, so close to being naked, and those naked parts right before his eyes.

Random turned and looking over his shoulder repeated, "Only them, not me. I am trusting you in this. Be strong." Then he turned back and waited as Anders, very carefully, undid the buckles and catches so that the cuisses fell free. As soon as they were lose, Random strode away, for which Anders was grateful. His self control would not have held much longer.