Thane watched as Leighton relaxed back onto the bed and drew in a shaky breath. He took his own heavy breath as he slowly pulled himself out. When he saw his hot white cum spilling out from the hole he had made larger, he quickly reached to the side of the bed for a washcloth beside the water basin.

      Leighton looked up quickly when he felt Thane washing him clean. He stared up at this beautiful man he'd desired for so long, the loose black hair spilling around his strong arms and slender waist.

      "Thank you," he said quietly, brushing away a tear before he was teased for it.

      Thane looked up and creased his brow in wonder over the expression on his face.

      "For what?" he asked.

      He tossed the rag into the basin after washing his own cock and fell to his back beside Leighton.

      "For everything," Leighton replied as he turned to his side to look at him. "For respecting me and going easy when you found out it was my first time. For everything you did to make me feel good. For cleaning me afterwards. Most definitely for giving me the greatest orgasm of my life!"

      Thane turned his head to watch Leighton as he laughed. He breathed in deeply and slowly released it as he turned his head again. He shut his eyes and rested his arm over his forehead.

      "It was my first time, too, don't forget," he reminded him wearily. "I didn't know what I was doing, and I didn't want to hurt you because of it."

      "It wasn't your first time ever, was it?" wondered Leighton.

      He raised himself on his elbow and rested his head in the palm of his hand as he waited for Thane's answer.

      "I've been with a few women," Thane replied. "Not prostitutes," he grinned at the memory of their earlier conversation. "I've met the occasional lonely farmer's daughter, a woman locked away in a nunnery by her chaste parents, and a woman prisoner I was bringing in for conning rich men."

      "Oh," sighed Leighton disappointedly. "And here I was thinking I was the first to fulfill a prisoner-warden fantasy."

      He laughed as Thane only shook his head in annoyance as a response.

      "Anyway," Leighton continued as he turned onto his back. "Thank you. It was great."

      Thane sat up and climbed from the bed. As he began dressing, Leighton watched in interest.

      "I thought we were staying here for the night," he said in wonder.

      "We are," Thane replied. "I'm getting us something to eat."

      Leighton sat up and pulled the blanket to cover his waist.

      "Bring chicken!" he told him. "A lot of it! Potatoes, too. I'll take some carrots and bread, and see if they have any sweet pastries."

      Thane sighed loudly as he finished slipping on his boots.

      "I'll bring back what I can," he said. "We'll eat and bathe and get to bed early. We should leave here at the start of daybreak so we can make it to the next village before nightfall."

      After Thane had left, Leighton stood and splashed water over his face. He looked out the small window of the top room at the inn. It wasn't too dark yet, so he looked around for a sign of bandits watching for them. No one seemed out of place.

      His eyes ventured to the mountain range towering over the horizon. The capital was at the base of the shortest peak. He swallowed as he thought of what awaited him there.

     His life of crime had only ever been to stay alive, never for getting rich. He often wondered if Thane knew and that's why he was more considerate of him than other prisoners he'd see under his rough treatment.

      This time was different. He was only trying to get Thane's attention and become his prisoner so they could have time together. He hadn't intended to pick-pocket a nobleman's wife, and one who had what he believed to be an over-exaggerated tendency to faint.

      He'd been charged with stealing gold from a lord and assaulting a high-born lady. There was no getting out of this one.

      He wondered as he turned away from the window if Thane had considered what lay ahead. He didn't want to wonder if he cared. A romp in the sheets didn't mean Thane had any feelings for him.

      He brushed away a few tears at the thought of Thane moving on with his life as if nothing were missing when Leighton was gone. He forced himself to smile and put on his usual jester act as the door began to open.