It had been weeks since Colton arrived at King Marshall’s castle. He had settled in quite nicely, but he still missed Maddox terribly. And to make matters worse, he was falling for Tristan as well. King Marshall treated him fine, trying to make him feel comfortable and welcome, but Colton couldn’t get thoughts of the time he and Tristan were together out of his head. He couldn’t forget the feeling of Tristan’s strong arms holding him up and groping his ass, or the feeling of Tristan’s thick cock driving into him, or the look in his eyes as he pounded his ass roughly. Colton knew he needed more. His ass craved a cock to fill it, and he knew it could only be Tristan’s.

In a cabin just outside the castle grounds, Tristan lay in bed, thinking of Colton. He hadn’t been able to rest since his night with Colton. He slept fitfully, and was plagued throughout the day with desire for him. His mind was burned with the image of Colton by the table, looking back at him and showing off his beautiful, round ass. Tristan needed more of that ass. He loved everything about it: the way it felt in his hands when he squeezed it, the way it looked when it filled out Colton’s pants, the warm tightness of his hole, and the way Colton thrusted it back to meet Tristan’s cock when they fucked. But it was wrong to feel this way. Colton belonged to King Marshall now, and Tristan was loyal to his king. How he wished he could be free of the desires he felt! How he hated the day, where they had to pretend their feelings didn’t exist! It was in the night that they first made love, and it was in the night that Tristan decided they would meet again.

“I’m going hunting tonight,” announced King Marshall. “Would you like to join me?”

“I’m feeling too tired now,” Colton replied, his mind slowly working through the things he might get a chance to do with Tristan tonight. He was growing hard with anticipation, and he leaned forward to conceal his growing erection.

“I’ll be back at dawn,” King Marshall told him.

“Alright,” Colton replied, barely able to contain his excitement. King Marshall walked toward Colton, and gave him a light kiss. Colton returned it unenthusiastically. He was uninterested in King Marshall. His eyes were green, like Tristan’s, but they didn’t glimmer the way Tristan’s did. His reddish-blond hair wasn’t as soft as Tristan’s either, and Marshall was slimmer, built much more like Colton. Colton loved Tristan’s strong arms, which Marshall didn’t have. Colton began to wonder how long until dusk came. He was growing anxious to meet with Tristan, and he knew he had to devise a plan. Colton set out in search of Brandon and found him in the dining room, having dinner.

“King Marshall’s going hunting tonight, and I need your help,” Colton began. Brandon smiled at him, happy to oblige.

“What do you need me to do?”

“There is a large torch on the post near the eastern wall of the castle. Tristan can see it from his cabin. When I put it out, that will be the signal that it is safe for him to join me. I need you to tell Tristan.