Guys and Trolls Read Free

a fine looking specimen,” the doctor said as he examined just about every inch of him. “You'll be extremely popular with the men when you do your act. I look forward to seeing it as well. Just for tonight, though, I think the two of you should get some rest. Bed down here so I can pop in every few hours just to make sure you in particular Gus, are getting on all right.”
    Gus mumbled something that Einarr did not quite hear and the doctor scowled before leaving the cabin with yet another comment about how much he was looking forward to seeing ‘the act.’ When he'd gone, Gus sat up although his head was spinning. He looked as if he were about to fall off the bunk but Einarr was beside him in a flash, laying him back gently.
    “The doctor thinks I'll harm myself,” Gus said miserably. “That's why he wants you to stay here tonight with me.”
    “Will you?” Einarr asked.
    “No, I learned my lesson. I didn't know staring death in the face could be so scary.” Gus shuddered at the memory.
    “Am I really that ugly?” Einarr, who had spoken mainly troll for past few millennia or so, except for the odd occasion when a scholar dropped in unexpectedly from the rim of Eyjafjallajokull, was unused to the ways of modern language. He didn't understand why Gus laughed.
    “I thought you were an angel,” Gus's voice took on a dreamy quality. “You were the most beautiful man I had ever seen.” Einarr flushed as Gus checked him out again. “You still are.”
    Einarr's smile would have lit up the entire ship if it could have been harnessed. His cock beamed too. And it was obvious because Einarr was now totally naked having been deprived of his torn underwear by the doctor during his examination. Gus stared at the erection that was bobbing just a few inches from his face. He could scarcely believe the size of this good-looking Adonis.
    Einarr liked the young red-headed man, that much was blatantly obvious. He wondered why someone like that would want to end his life but he would worry about that later, right now he had to concentrate on the feelings that were racking his body, feelings so foreign he had experienced them only a few times since he'd taken up residence in the mountain. It was a troll's life to be without companionship and without pleasure, other than the solo kind, for their entire lifetime. And it was strictly forbidden to couple with humans. But he'd broken so many rules another wouldn't hurt, beginning with the fact both of them were male.
    It was such heinous behavior trolls didn't even have a word for it although Einarr had met others who indulged in the practice through loneliness or boredom or drunkenness. He, on the other hand, had sought it out, accepting it as part of his nature. He wondered what the red-haired boy would do if he were to... but no, he couldn't think like that. He ran his hand through the salt-caked hair the color of fire, feeling the young man relax under his touch. He longed to wrap his arms around the vulnerable body, to keep it safe. But most of all, he wanted the feel of another warm body next to him. He had been denied it for too long. But he knew his advances would be unwelcome. Of course Gus said he was beautiful—it was the delirium speaking. He would have a very different reaction in the morning when he took a good look at his rescuer.
    Einarr wasn't sure he could stand to see the look of pity on his face. He had to think. He had to get off the ship. There were a number of problems with that. He wasn't about to plunge into the icy depths of the Atlantic again; for a start he didn't know which way to swim. He could lower a life boat but again he didn't have his bearings and he most certainly did not want to be caught out in the open when the sun came out. He would be petrified, literally. His only recourse was to find a hiding place in the bowels of the ship, stay there until the vessel found port and then creep ashore. He just hoped that port would not be too far from his