A flash of lightening cracked the solid dark sky as heavy rain poured to the earth continuously with no end in sight.
"I hope nothing is living here." Eragon stood next to a small pile of dry wood. He looked apprehensively towards the back of the cave.
"I doubt it. How's that fire coming?" Murtagh asked. He pulled his soaking wet shirt from his back and laid it out on a large boulder.
"Brisingr" The rider whispered the word to the small pile at his feet. A small flame licked greedily at the dry wood. Eragon knelt to feed it more sticks and branches as the fire grew steadily larger.
Murtagh sat next to the blaze and removed the rest of his clothes.
"What are you doing?" The younger boy inquired as he watched the other remove his tight fitting pants. Eragon jealously eyed the droplets of rain that caressed Murtagh's smooth pale skin and coursed down from his neck to his back.
"I'm getting out of my cold wet clothes before I catch a cold." He paused before pulling his pants down completely to looked through his dark, dripping, locks at the rider. "I suggest you do the same."
Eragon blush as he imagined the both of them sitting in a cave stark naked with nothing to do. He turned his head away to hide his red face.
"Or don't." His companion continued as he crouched on his heels by the fire with his manhood nestled carefully between his thighs. "Then you'll catch sick and we'll be stuck in one place until you get better. Which means prolonging our journey to the Varden."
"Alright." The younger boy sighed and stood. He quickly began to peel off his drenched clothes and laid them out on a boulder as well. Cold and bare, he hastily pursued the warmth of the fire.
"It's looking a bit small tonight." The older boy commented.
"Freezing cold" He snarled offensively as he cupped his private area with his hands. "What did you expect?"
"Huh?" Murtagh looked at Eragon's scowling face and protective hands. "Oh, I wasn't...I was talking about the moon." He grinned pointing at the entrance of the cave where very distant moon dimly illuminated the sky.
"Sure, I knew that." The rider muttered awkwardly. Everything about this situation was new and uncomfortable for him. He wasn't accustomed to strutting around in nothing but skin, unlike his companion.
Eragon resolved to discover whether or not Murtagh habitually meandered around unclothed by observing his body language. He was determined to reach a decision before he was visited by a night of restless sleep.
The younger boy fixed an intense stare on his study subject. He watched fervently as the strong, toned, muscles moved and danced beneath the cover of soft fair, wet, skin. His dark, aggressive, eyes, gleaming deviously, stared back at the rider as he squeezed water from his messy pile of dripping black hair. Cold parted lips still held a scheming smirk. Shiny drops of water rolled down his powerful chest and trickled achingly slowly to his pelvis.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Murtagh asked cautiously beneath the rider's rigorous scrutiny.
"Shh, talking is useless. Your words will only hinder my experiment, which is based only on body language."
"That's strange..." His sly grin grew into a full fledge smile. "So is mine."
"Nonsense. You're not doing a experiment."
"You don't know that."
"What is it about?" The younger boy asked.
"Come over here and I'll show you."
Eragon looked into Murtagh's designing eyes and made up his mind that he was thinking lewd thoughts.
"You lie." He announced after a moment of great thought.
"I guess you will never know." Murtagh sighed sadly.
The rider huffed loudly. He kept his hands over his manly parts as he stood and walked to Murtagh, who sat on the other side of the fire. He sat on the dirt floor carefully; avoiding little rock and pebbles on his bottom.
"Good." The older boy murmured. "Now close your eyes."
Eragon did as he was told. He waited as Murtagh draped something heavy across his lap. It was cool to the touch, but quickly warmed against his skin. It felt damp and familiar sliding around in his lap. Instantly he knew what, and who, it was. Eragon opened his mouth to protest, but before he could get a single sound out Murtagh's lips silenced him. They were cold from the wind and the rain, but were heated by the fiery passion that passed between the two boys as Eragon gave in helplessly and returned a enthusiastic kiss.
He felt Murtagh's fingers gently caressing his face and entangle themselves in his short brunette hair. The rider rubbed his hands down the length of the other's smooth, damp, chest and wrapped his arms securely around his body. He let his slick, wet, tongue flicker playfully against Murtagh's and trace the roof of his mouth. Eragon repressed a slight moan as he was forced onto his back. He was becoming frightfully aware of every sensation coursing through him as his thighs brushed against the older boy's well equipped manhood. Murtagh positioned himself comfortably on top of Eragon. Every movement brought a new sensation. The two boys ensnared their legs together as they laid on the dirt floor mutually occupied with each other.
Eragon wished to be closer to the boy on top of him grinding his hips into his. Even more close than he was at the moment. He wanted to, somehow, become one with him. He had not yet discovered how to do this, but he figured he would learn how to someday. The rider had never felt a yearning for someone like this before, there was a lot he had to learn.
Murtagh abruptly pulled away. He looked down at the younger boy. Both of their lips were swollen and red from the passionate, vigorous, kissing. He opened his mouth to speak when the rider kissed him quickly and gently.
"Don't stop." Eragon commanded huskily as their lips met for another kiss.