The Chronicles of Master Li and Number 10 Ox, Ox/Moon Boy, slipping into bedrolls
Number Ten Ox shouldn’t have been surprised when Moon Boy decided to forgo his comfortable bed roll for Number Ten Ox’s own, but since Number Ten Ox had been in a quiet discussion with Grief at Dawn only a few moments before, he truly hadn’t been expecting Moon Boy so quickly. Grief at Dawn simply smiled at her soul brother, kissed Number Ten Ox, and slipped over to her own bedroll, straightening her own clothes as she went. Before Number Ten Ox’s bedroll could cool from the lack of a second body, Moon Boy was there, shedding his brightly colored clothes like a serpent shedding its skin.
It was a pleasant surprise to discover Moon Boy’s skin was soft as silk with none of the usual calluses Number Ten Ox was use to from his male lovers. There had been a couple of teen his own age back in his village that Number Ten Ox had joined in innocent exploration before the plague had sent him to Master Li’s place, but Moon Boy was silk skin and strong muscles. Long slender fingers stroked Number Ten Ox, sliding over skin roughened by the sun and elements, proclaiming that no matter what else he was, Number Ten Ox was of farmer stock, handy with a plow and hoe instead of a ink brush and stone.
“Lovely strong Ox,” murmured Moon Boy, continuing his exploration of Number Ten Ox with his lips as slender fingers stroked and petted, spreading cool oil that got a startled gasp from the distracted Number Ten Ox. When Moon Boy slipped between legs strengthened by miles of plowing fields and carrying Master Li, Number Ten Ox cradled the more slender man with his body, enjoying the feel of Moon Boy playing his body as if he were one of the props used for Moon Boy’s unique performance.
Moans were muffled by soft lips on chapped ones, gasps swallowed between them, and the soft sounds of flesh sliding together was a harmonious counterpoint to the crickets’ chirps and the wind whispering through the trees. He couldn’t understand why anyone would run from Moon Boy’s attention, the feeling as if Number Ten Ox was the center of Moon Boy’s world and the most important thing there. He supposed some people couldn’t take that intensity of attention, but Number Ten Ox could find no reason not to enjoy it.
Together, they slowly climbed that Celestial Staircase before stepping off together to float back to the mortal world wrapped in each other’s arms with legs tangled together as they slipped into Slumber’s soft embrace. When he awoke in the morning alone, Number Ten Ox had the strange scent of a unique flower in his bedroll to announce that it hadn’t been a dream the night before.