They call a break in shooting after Tanner’s death. How could they not? Matt’s already offstage, and Taliesin tracks him down to Marisha’s office easily enough.
“You self-sacrificial little shit,” he growls.
Marisha takes one look at his face and hightails it out of the room, slamming the door closed between herself and Taliesin’s ire. Doubtless Matt’s already debriefed her on what just happened; lord knows there was enough screaming from the soundstage to alert the whole building that something big just went down. Taliesin locks the door and focuses his full attention on Matt.
“Taliesin, what—” Matt’s perched on the edge of the desk and goes to stand up. Taliesin shoves him back down with a hand on his shoulder.
“You love Sat, huh? Did you stop to think that maybe killing yourself wasn’t the best way or time to express that? Did you stop to think that maybe she loves you too and didn’t exactly want to watch you be ripped to fucking shreds?”
“Like you give a shit, Kayden,” Matt says, catching on fast. “Like you love anyone apart from yourself.”
Taliesin takes a step closer, leaning right into Matt’s personal space. “I hate myself, Tanner,” he growls. “I love you, you stupid fuck.” And he shoves his tongue gracelessly into Matt’s mouth, grabbing twin handfuls of Matt’s glossy hair to hold him in place.
At any other time Matt would kiss him back; at any other time Matt’s hands would be in his hair right back. But this time his hands flutter around Taliesin’s shoulders, pushing at him. Taliesin growls a negation and clings harder, feeling Matt shudder against him, groaning. There’s no time, he’s got to be back on set soon, but he doesn’t think Kayden would take all that much time with Tanner anyway. It’s not his nature.
Matt ends the kiss by pulling his head backward in spite of Taliesin’s clinging fingers. “Then maybe you should’ve said it sooner, dumbass.” He bares his teeth in what’s not a smile. “It was Raina and Darby, and you and Sat. You know I was the odd one out. It had to be me.”
“It should have been me,” Taliesin corrects him. “It still might be.” Matt’s eyes go wide. “But right now I’m taking back what the fucking mountain took from me.” He lets go of Matt’s hair and takes a step back. “Turn around.”
“What?” He’s not sure if that’s Tanner or Matt. “We can’t—not now—”
Taliesin takes another step, this one to the side, where the second drawer down in Marisha’s desk holds the basics: condoms, lube, a couple of zipties—and that’s fucking tempting, taking his own pleasure and then leaving Matt tied up and hard for Marisha as a present—and a bunch of wet wipes. He stacks supplies on the desk, including one of the zipties just to make Matt’s eyes go even wider. “Turn around, Tanner; we’re not in a romantic fucking comedy.”
“I don’t watch that shit,” Matt says automatically, but he does turn around. Taliesin’s arms wrap around him from behind, one hand dropping immediately below Matt’s belt to grope him shamelessly.
“So this is where all your blood goes when you’re dead.”
“Don’t flatter yourself, Kayden; it’s just rigor mortis.”
Taliesin bursts out laughing. “You’re sick.”
Matt presses his ass back against the front of Taliesin’s pants. “Then you’re fucking sick.”
Taliesin gets Matt’s pants open, drags them and his Calvins down to his ankles with a soft thunk as his wallet and phone hit the floor. When his hand closes around Matt’s cock Matt lets out a loud whimper.
“That’s it…” Taliesin strokes him quick and hard, undoing his own belt with the other hand. “Fast this time... we can do it slow later.”
“If you’re not too tired.” Matt turns his head to grin at Taliesin. “Or dead.”
“Either way I’m still a horny teenage boy.” Taliesin nudges his hard cock along Matt’s cleft by way of emphasizing his point. “Aren’t you lucky?”
“Aren’t you talking too much?” Matt asks, passing him the lube and obligingly bending himself forward over the desk, head resting on his folded arms. Taliesin still plants one hand between his shoulderblades just to make sure he doesn’t decide to go anywhere. Not that there are a lot of options in that direction when, a minute later, he’s got Matt impaled on two slick fingers, working him open mercilessly.
“Fuck, Kayden…” A helpless groan rolls out of Matt’s throat. “Now I know what you kept skipping class to do.”
“You don’t know the half of it,” Taliesin promises him.
“Who was it? One of the teachers? One of the students? Was it Sat? Did Sat let you fuck her ass?”
“Maybe,” Taliesin says with a smirk, and this time he can’t tell if he’s Kayden or himself.
“Did she know you were practicing for me?”
“She’s not fucking stupid. Or blind. She knew where I was looking better than you ever did.” Taliesin shoves a third dripping finger into Matt and twists them to make him howl, albeit muffled by the way that he’s biting down on his own forearm, encapsulating the imaginary 1 scratched there with a very real circle of toothmarks.
When he regains his breath, Matt snarks, “Will you stop talking and just fucking do it?”
“Ask me nicely and I’ll consider it.” Taliesin takes his hand off Matt’s back to tear open and roll on a condom.
“Nicely? Fuck you, Kayden.”
“No, fuck you, Tanner.”
It doesn’t much matter whether it’s Kayden fucking Tanner or Taliesin fucking Matt; once he’s buried inside that deliciously tight wet heat, whoever he is becomes a being of just sensation. Normally even their most driven, passionate encounters have an undercurrent of thoughtful care; this is purely about coming as fast and as hard as possible. Matt’s biting down on his arm again to muffle the urgent noises he’s making; Taliesin wraps a hand around Matt’s cock and sinks his own teeth into Matt’s shoulder, getting saliva all over his awful plaid shirt.
This is what Kayden wanted, to reclaim Tanner as his own, and Taliesin’s more than happy to make it happen: Marisha’s desk as altar, Matt’s warm willing living body as reverse sacrifice.
The wet smack of skin as Taliesin drives into Matt is loud in the small room. Matt’s making low, bestial noises as Taliesin jerks him off; he can feel the hot clench of Matt’s muscles around him and knows how close he is. He grabs a handful of Matt’s hair, tugging his head back, and catches Matt’s cry of release in his mouth, echoing it right back at him mere seconds later when feeling Matt come sets him off in turn.
“Jesus Christ,” Matt says eventually. “Marisha’s going to kill me.”
Taliesin can intuit why. “Her desk will wipe down fine.” He eases out of Matt, kissing the back of his neck for good measure, and ditches the condom into the trash, reminding himself to take it with him and not leave the most evident sign of sex for anyone to see. The air still smells like sweat and come but that’s what air freshener is for.
Matt wipes himself and the desk off efficiently before fixing his clothing. “So… does Kayden really love Tanner?”
“Yeah.”
“I bet the fandom would love to know that.”
Taliesin raises an eyebrow, doing his pants back up. Tucking his slightly sticky cock back inside his boxers and zipping his punk pants closed over them doesn’t bring back misbegotten memories at all. “I bet the fandom don’t need any particular prompting from me to fixate their shipper binoculars squarely on the two of us.”
“I thought they were shipper goggles.”
“Shipper sniper scopes.” Taliesin pins Matt to the desk with his hips to kiss him thoroughly. “Next time I’ll make it last.”
“I bet you say that to all the boys.”
Taliesin kisses him again, not denying it. There’s a spray can of something marked Mystical Forest Hideaway, which is a fancy way of saying fake pine; he spritzes it around, ties off and replaces the trash bag, and unlocks the door. “You good to come watch the rest?”
Matt looks surprised, like Taliesin fucked the memory of dying right out of his head. “What? Oh. Yes.”
Marisha’s nowhere to be seen, probably still out at the soundstage making sure Ivan didn’t literally murder someone, but Key’s hovering a prudent distance from the doorway. Taliesin didn’t hear him try the locked door, but that doesn’t mean that he didn’t. His eyes flick to the trash bag in Taliesin’s hand, to Matt’s rumpled hair, and he sighs.
“Again, guys?” He looks disappointed, which is very sad because he does awfully good puppy-dog eyes even when he doesn’t mean to. “I did ask you not to…”
Taliesin goes up on his toes to claim a whiskery, surprised kiss. “I’ll make it up to you,” he promises, licking his lips with slow insinuation, and leaves Key staring stunned at the two of them as they walk away.
Sometimes, Taliesin wakes up at night and can't believe how lucky he is. He looks over to the two figures sleeping next to him and he sees Matt's peaceful face and he sees Marisha, face turned into the pillow, her hair pooling around her head and he smiles and he thinks and he remembers. --
He remembers the first night he stayed over. It was getting late on a Sunday night and even though he had an early call time the next day, he was still half sprawled over an armchair in Marisha and Matt's house, shoveling popcorn into his mouth and watching some bad horror movie while the other two were cuddling on the couch.
"You should sleep here. We have an extra bed and it's actually closer to the studios from here than from your house," Marisha offers suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, her eyes still trained on the tv screen.
"That sounds lovely actually, thank you," Taliesin smiles and that's it.
He sleeps in the spare bedroom in just his boxer briefs and borrows Matt's clean tshirt in the morning. He gets eggs and bacon for breakfast, a cup of good coffee and has an enjoyable Monday morning for a change. It feels good. And if he catches himself sniffing at Matt's tshirt throughout the day, well. Nobody has to know.
It becomes somewhat regular occurance after that. Tal already used to spend at least one evening a week at their house, playing boardgames, talking shop, having dinner, watching a movie or whatever they felt like doing and now he also spends the night sometimes. It's not long before he starts keeping a bit of his clothing in the spare bedroom. And when he notices a new towel next to the original two in the bathroom he just smiles and doesn't mention it.
They don't talk about their new arrangement at all. It's nice and easy like everything has ever been between them. He can just be himself with them and it's wonderful, he doesn't feel like a third wheel at all. They have always been very welcoming towards his company and he loves them both for it. --
He remembers the first time he gets a kiss from Matt.
"Ugh, I should go to bed. Early flight tommorrow," Matt groans and stretches on the couch. All three of them are there this time, both men sitting on opposite ends with Marisha lying between them, head in Tal's lap and feet in Matt's. There are only some unintelligible murmurs in response and Matt chuckles softly.
"Don't stay up too long, you two," Matt gently picks up Marisha's feet, stands up and places them back on the couch. He stretches again, with a big yawn this time.
"I'll try not to wake you in the morning, good night," he bends towards Marisha and places a little kiss on her forhead. "Good night, Taliesin," he then smiles at his friend.
"What, I don't get a kiss?" Tal fakes offence.
"Whenever you want, man," Matt laughs as he presses his lips to Taliesn's cheek, a little closer to the corner of his mouth. "Goodnight," he says one last time before retrating to the bedroom.
"He always wakes me, you know. I just might sleep with you this time," Marisha sleepily mumbles into his thigh and Taliesin pointedly doesn't think about Matt's kiss, his comment or if it could be considered weird if Marisha slept in the bed with him while her boyfriend slept in the bedroom next door.
"I'd love to have you, red," he just offeres in response. Taliesin more feels than actually hears her quiet laughter and starts combing through her hair that are pooled in his lap. She doesn't sleep with him after all and he has no opinon on the matter.
Taliesin doesn't have to ask for a kiss ever again. Nevermind that the first time was probably meant as a joke, it quickly becomes completly normal thing between them. It really isn't that big of a deal when he thinks about it. They were already generous with casual affection amongst them, be it holding hands, cuddling on a couch, head scratching or many of the other things they all enjoy. Throwing some friendly kisses here and there is only natural after all. --
He remembers the first night he spent in their bed. They were playing boardgames and even though no one mentions it, it was pretty clear to everyone that this would be one of the nights that Tal would be staying in the house. That is until Matt says: "Oh, Taliesin, I'm sorry we forgot to mention it but we're painting your bedroom. So it's not very livable at the moment," he smiles apologetically at his friend.
"Oh. Right. I should be going then, it's kind of late," Taliesin looks a little bewildered and he himself isn't quite sure if that's because of the use of "your bedroom" or because they didn't mention it earlier and it was really late and he really wasn't looking towards the long ride to his house.
"Don't be stupid, you can just sleep here," Marisha rolls her eyes.
"Thanks, but I don't think my back would thank me very much after sleeping on the couch," Taliesin chuckles softly and begins to gather his things.
"Our bed is big enough, it's not a problem," Matt shrugs like it's no big deal. Tal is quiet for a moment, studying their expressions, his brain racing thousand miles an hour.
"I mean... if you really don't mind?" he offeres his acceptance slowly, testing, very carefully observing their reaction.
"It's not like we all haven't passed out together on the couch before or anything," Marisha adds lightly and the somewhat tense moment is immediately broken. Taliesin gathers they really don't mind him sharing their bed and leaves it at that.
He wakes up spooning Matt, his face pressed in his hair and his arm slung around both his friends even though he was very careful to give them their space when falling asleep. He presses a little good morning kiss into his friend's hair, mutters a good morning and that's that. No awkwardness one might except, only good humour, friendly affection and some stupid jokes.
When he goes to take some of his clothes from the spare bedroom, he finds it painted purple. A lovely shade of purple he'd definitely consider for his own bedroom. He takes a moment, just standing in the room, thinking. --
He remembers the first "real" kiss from Matt. It was some convention or another. It's after their signing and Taliesin feels a bit overwhelmed. It's not that he doesn't genuinely enjoy meeting fans but so many people would overwhelm a healthier person than he is. He finds the nearest little room and hides himself there, sitting on the floor, knees pulled up to his chin and arms hugging his legs. He just sits in the dark and breathes for a moment.
"Taliesin?" he hears Matt's gentle voice and a knock on the door.
"Yeah. I'm just... hiding for a bit. I'll be alright," he responds because he doesn't want to worry his friend. He thinks Matt's just going to leave him but instead he hears the door opening and sees a lithe siluette coming through it into the room before the door close again.
"Is it alright if I just sit with you?" Matt asks while he's still standing at the door.
"Yeah. I... Yeah," Taliesin just sighs. He usually doesn't like to be interrupted during his alone time but he himslef is surprised to find that Matt's company is actually welcomed, even in this time. He shuffles slightly on the ground to make room for Matt. Taliesin notes that even though Matt sits down next to him, he is very careful not to touch his friend and he is grateful.
They just sit there, silently, together. Slowly, peace returns to Taliesin's mind and after he feels like himself again, he leans a little towards Matt and lais his head on his shoulder. He inhales deeply and the smell of Matt, the smell he became very accostumed to lately, calms him even further.
"Thank you. I'm alright now," Taliesin mumbles into Matt's shoulder but doesn't actually make any move to stand up. He doesn't see Matt smile but feels his arm coming around his shoulders and pulling him closer and into his chest and Taliesin enjoyes the feeling of being hugged by his close friend. Matt starts to rub little soothing circles into Taliesin's back and Taliesin melts and actually purrs which elects a little chuckle from Matt. He feels soft lips against his scalp and even though he expect just a little kiss, the lips stay there, on his head, and he feels Matt smiling.
"We should get back to the others before they start wondering where we are," Taliesin mumbles because it's the right thing to do even though he actually doesn't want to move.
"Marisha will cover for us, don't worry. We have all the time in the world," the lips reply, pulling just a breath away from his head.
"Hmm. Okay. But if I fall asleep it's entirely your fault," Taliesin says into Matt's chest and melts a bit more, if it's even possible. He isn't sure if he actually falls asleep for a little bit or not.
Eventually, he pulls aways because they are at a convention and there is stuff they need to do. He lifts his head and opens his eyes and finds himself staring right into Matt's face who's smiling at him lightly, hands still around his shoulders. Taliesn looks into his friend's blue eyes and is overwhelmed for a bit by the sheer amount of love he sees in them. He finds himself stuck, unable to look away from Matt who is still smiling at him, open and honest.
The next thing he knows is that Matt is kissing him and what is this, this isn't one of their easy friendly kisses, this is proper full on kiss that his friend is giving him and maybe he shouldn't kiss back but it somehow feels right even though it should feel wrong and oh god, what is his life. The kiss is long and soft and sweet and at the end of it, Taliesn feels warm all over.
Matt eventually pulls away but doesn't go far and still wears that honest expression full of love. But now Taliesin isn't sure that it's just a friendly love.
"Marisha?" He asks simply because it's a question that needs to be asked. He doesn't actually believe for a second that Matt would go and do something like this behind Marisha's back but he still needs to hear it.
"We've talked about it. She's cool with it," Matt replies. "Also interested," he adds after a short pause and winks at Taliesin who just continues to stare at him with one raised eyebrow.
"Okay, fine," Matt rolls his eyes and sighs. "It's something we've talked about a lot in the past few weeks and months. We were waiting for the right moment to bring you into the conversation so that we all could talk about everything like adults but I just..." Matt actually blushes a little when he continues. "I just couldn't resist, you looked so warm and welcoming and it looked like we were having a moment so I just kind of... jumped the gun," he smiles sheepishly. "You don't mind, do you? I know you're with Stevie but you mentioned that it's alright? Like that it would be alright for you to... you know?" he asks sheepishly like he only just now realized that there might be a possibility that what he did might not actually be okay. Taliesin just continues to stare at him.
"Tal?" Matt prompts him again, suddenly quite nervous.
"You're an idiot," Taliesin states matter-o-factly and pulls Matt into another kiss. --
He also remembers the first "real" kiss with Marisha. It was the same convention, of course. It takes a while until Taliesin is alone with Matt and Marisha since the event is quite busy. The venue is closed for the day and the three of them sort of naturally gravitate together. He does actually just want to talk to them but he can't help himself and pulls Marisha to him at the first opportunity he gets.
"You're also an idiot," he says, smiling, before he kisses her, slow and teasing. When he pulls away Marisha just gives him a calm look before turning to Matt.
"So I guess you talked to him," she more states than ask.
"Talk might not be... the exact thing that happened," Matt says bashfully and darts his eyes between them. "I... uh. More like kissed him," he clarifies.
"Uh... huh," Marisha nods slowly, her brow furrowing slightly while she continues to look at Matt who now looks actually a little emberassed.
"Don't be so hard on him," Taliesin chuckles. "There actually was a moment. It was all very appropriate. Let's go for a walk and talk about this," he suggests and pulls a little from Marisha. He takes her hand and starts walking.
They end up walking in silence for quite a while, all of them winding down from all the exictement of a convention. They enjouy each other's comapy and walk the unfamiliar streets with unfamiliar people. It's quite late, only the streetlamps illuminating the sidewalk.
They do actually end up talking about everything. Matt and Marisha explaining how they really enjoy Taliesin's company and how that yes, even if they are together, they became so used to Taliesn's company they now actully concider him a part of their "us." They decide to take everything slow, see where their path leads.
-- He remembers the other first night he spent in their bed. It was one of the nights they actually had a shorter game on Thursday and the whole gang decided to go for drinks afterwards. They're at a bar near the studios enjoying their time together without the internet watching. Alcohol is flowing, jokes are shared, conversations are had. It's a nice time and Taliesin feels very relaxed. One by one all of their friends excuse themselves until it's only him, Matt and Marisha.
"So, back to ours?" Matt proposes when he finishes his drink and looks over the other two in the corner booth. Taliesin is slouched down in his seat and has a hand around Marisha's shoulders who is half lying on his chest.
"Yeah. We should actually get at least some sleep," Taliesin smiles at his friend.
"Alright. I'll go outside and order an uber. None of us is fit to drive," Matt says with a chuckle, stands up and leaves the noisy bar.
"Hear that, princess? We're going home. To bed," Taliesin pats Marisha on the shoulder.
"Comfy here," Marisha mumbles, burrowing her head deeper into Tal's chest.
"I know, but we can't stay here. C'mon, Matt's already waiting outside."
Marisha offers a little annoyed hmpf in response but streches and gets up nonetheless.
The uber ride is short and spent in companionable silence. They're all sitting in the back seat with Taliesin in the middle with Marisha's head on his shoulder and holding hands with Matt.
"Taliesin is too comfy to sleep on his own. He's coming with us," Marisha says matter-of-factly when they get inside the house, stripping of their jackets and toeing off their shoes. Taliesin chuckles, puts a finger under her chin and pulls her for a kiss. A kiss that was supposed to be just little but drags on for quite a bit, until he feels Matts's hands coming to his hips from behind. He backs into the solid form of his friend standing behind him and pulls Marisha with him. He moans when he feels Matt's lips on his throat and they don't actually make it to the bed for the first time.
They manage to stumble to the bedroom for the second time though and Taliesin doesn't sleep in the guest bedroom ever again whenever he's staying over. ---
He remembers when Matt came to ask his permission to ask Marisha to marry him.
He remembers Marisha coming to him after the proposl to make sure it's okay.
He remembers officiating their wedding.
Sometimes, Taliesin wakes up at night and can't believe how lucky he is.
Taliesin knows it’s going to be one of those nights when he walks into Matt and Marisha’s place and there’s a blanket draped over the coffee table. How someone as tall and lanky as Matt manages to fit under the damn thing is beyond him, but not only is Matt curled up under there when Taliesin peeks, he also looks comfortable. His chin rests on his paws; he’s not wearing his full-head muzzle mask, but he does have a set of ears on, and his tongue lolls out at Taliesin when Taliesin lifts the blanket.
“Hey, puppy. Being a people get to be too much hard work?”
Matt nods.
“He’s been under there for an hour,” Marisha says, emerging from the kitchen, kissing Taliesin hello. “I think it was the Christmas shopping that finally got to him, but the silly boy won’t tell me.” Her eyes go to the leash hanging on the front door. “It’s probably dark enough out that we can go for a W-A-L-K.”
There’s an excited whine from under the table and Matt comes out, mitts padding softly on the hardwood floor, his kneepads making louder thuds as he crawls to Taliesin’s feet and sits back on his heels, head nudging Taliesin’s hand, another interrogative whine escaping his throat.
“It’s a shame he can S-P-E-L-L,” Taliesin says dryly. “Sure, grab the bag, I’ll put the leash on him.”
Marisha moves to get their walkies bag—a glow in the dark Frisbee, a water bowl and bottle, and a Ziploc bag of cookies—while Taliesin takes the leash down. Matt usually plays hard to get when it comes to the leash. He loves wearing it, loves the mark of ownership, but also loves being a grade-A brat about it. This time, though, he’s surprisingly well-behaved, only sidling away and growling once before submitting to the leash being hooked onto his collar. The fact that he’s already wearing the collar is evidence enough that his stack of responsibilities has fallen on him enough to make him need this coping mechanism.
As the three of them reconvene at the front door, Marisha says casually, “Oh, puppy might have a doggy playdate, if he’s good.”
Matt’s ears prick up and he lets out another interrogative whine.
“You’ll find out,” Marisha says, scratching him behind the ears. “Now, heel for Taliesin.”
Between the house and the car Matt walks upright, the kneepads and paws looking odd, the gleam of the leash’s chain in the early moonlight odder still. He walks with his head up as well, eyes half-closed, deeply inhaling the cool night air.
In the car he makes himself smaller, partially drawing deeper into the puppy headspace and partially avoiding attention as they drive. Taliesin sits beside him in the back seat, one hand lightly finger-combing his hair the whole way.
***
Night Vale has the Dog Park that nobody talks about. Los Angeles has what the neighbors probably think is a vacant lot, albeit one with a number of shade sails and the like stretched out above it on tall solid poles. It’s rare for anyone to be there in the daytime, and Taliesin flat-out refuses to take Matt there in daylight; apart from anything else, he prefers not to parade kink in general and their kink in particular in public. It raises issues of consent that he doesn’t want to delve into. Not that puppy play with Matt is inherently sexual; it’s more about letting Matt let go. Although he does get rather enthusiastic with his tongue sometimes in some very delightful ways.
Goth Los Angeles has its vampire masque balls; leather Los Angeles has its puppy park.
Sometimes the place is busy as hell, especially on cooler nights where the pups can really let loose and run around without overheating, especially those who favor full bodysuits. Tonight there are maybe three other pups and five other handlers. It turns out to be two couples with their respective pets--the solo handler and pup are Ashley and Brian, respectively. Brian’s kitted out almost the same as Matt, except for one difference.
“Oh, no, what did he do now,” Marisha asks almost rhetorically as Brian bounds up to sit at her feet, chin up and eyes bright, and the bone gag between his teeth clearly visible.
Ashley shrugs. “Got self-deprecating on Twitter. Again.”
Taliesin scratches Brian’s head. “Bad boy. Do we need to get Daddychops to visit you with his whip again?”
Brian whines. It’s anyone’s guess whether that means he’s going to behave, or whether he’d rather have the skin on his ass turned as red as Marisha’s hair.
Marisha unclips Matt’s leash from his collar. He’s been on all fours since the park entrance, crawling at her heels to the bench where they’re now sitting. He’s been behaving very well. But there’s a gleam of mischief in his eyes, and he pounces on Brian, knocking him sideways. Brian yelps around his gag. Matt gives his cheek a slobbery lick.
“Matthew,” Marisha snaps. “Don’t be mean to him when he can’t fight back.”
Ashley’s snorting laughter. “Oh, no, absolutely be mean to him. This is hilarious.”
Brian huffs indignantly from underneath Matt, who’s quit with the messy licking, but not until after Brian’s cheek gleams with saliva. His eyes are indignant but resigned. Matt still has that mischievous gleam, but he backs off of Brian--only long enough to let Brian sit back up and attempt to paw dead leaves and bits of bark off himself before bowling him to the grass again.
“Is he okay?” Ashley says softly to Taliesin.
“Marisha thinks he just got overwhelmed. She said maybe Christmas shopping was the last straw, but I think it could be plotting the new campaign; you know how he overthinks everything.”
“Silly boy.” Ashley looks to where Matt and Brian are tussling in the grass. “It looks like he’s getting it out of his system.”
“If this doesn’t work there are other ways to get it out of his system.”
Ashley raises an eyebrow. “Oh, really? Are we invited to that as well, or is this play date strictly for the puppies?”
Taliesin leans in and kisses her laughing lips. “I don’t know… does Brian deserve that sort of fun, or has he been too naughty?”
“Oh, come on, Tal… you know as well as I do that the best place for discipline’s the bedroom.”
Marisha leans over Taliesin to join in the conversation. “What are you two laughing about?”
“If Matt’s still in a mood after this, do you want Ash and Bri to come back to your place and see what else we can come up with to make him feel better?” Taliesin asks.
Marisha claps her hands with delight. “Oh, yes. Matt might like the opportunity to lick him somewhere other than the face.”
Their attention is drawn back to the puppies at that moment because Brian howls indignantly in response to Matt leaping onto his back and nipping the nape of his neck. Matt’s laughing even as he bites Brian again.
“He might not be in a mood by the time we leave,” Marisha says slowly.
Ashley shrugs. “I don’t mind. I can just take Brian home and work on training him to beg before he gets to eat his treats.”
Taliesin rises to his feet while Marisha’s still laughing at the innuendo—which is really just a straight-up statement that Brian’s learning to plead to be allowed the delight of tasting Ashley. “Either way, I could use a little exercise myself.” He pulls the Frisbee out of their bag and whistles sharply. When the other pups also using the park spot the plastic disc they’re quick to join in, until it’s them, their owners, and Taliesin’s pair all playing together.
Ashley and Marisha stay talking quietly on the bench. They could be talking about mundane things, or they could be discussing something nefarious to do after the park; either way they’re both laughing, which is an interesting sign.
Eventually everyone’s had enough of the game. Matt comes to the bench to drink thirstily out of his water bowl. Ashley removes Brian’s gag so that he can drink as well, and then the pair of them go to flop in the grass, Matt’s head on Brian’s chest, communing almost silently about secret puppy business. Matt definitely looks a lot more relaxed and happy than when he first crawled out from his makeshift crate. Brian looks ready to be a brat at any given second, but since that’s his default state of being Taliesin’s not too worried about him poorly influencing Matt.
When Matt at last crawls back to the bench his expression says that his racing mind has quietened down. He holds his paws out, palms up, signaling he’s ready to “be a people again” as they’ve taken to phrasing it.
“Feeling better, pup?” Taliesin asks, scratching behind Matt’s ears before beginning to unlace his mitts.
Matt nods. “Much better.” His voice is soft but his words are certain, and he looks over at Brian, who’s kneeling with his head on Ashley’s thigh; Ashley’s head is bent low, blonde hair curtaining the two of them as she murmurs to him. “Playing with Bri helped a lot.”
Taliesin opens his mouth, then shuts it again and looks to Marisha, who puts a hand on Ashley’s shoulder and squeezes.
***
Ashley and Brian end up coming home with them after all.
Vex loves Percy, and she thinks he’s beautiful all the time, but having him like this- curled up at her feet, entirely naked except for the deep blue leather collar around his neck -is when she finds him the most gorgeous.
They’ve been sitting here like this for a while now, long enough to get Percy out of the antsy state that got him in this position in the first place. Vex puts her book to the side and lightly scritches her fingers on Percy’s scalp, making him hum softly. “Percy, darling,” she says. “How are you feeling?”
Percy looks up at her with sleepy blue eyes and gives Vex such a genuine smile that it makes her heart melt. “Good.”
“Well, that’s very good, isn’t it.” Vex strokes his hair and leans back in her warm, plush armchair. “Would you like to sit in my lap?”
They’ve played this game many times now, but the question still makes Percy blush so prettily, and he says, “Yes, please,” in a quiet but needy voice.
Vex pats her lap and Percy climbs up, carefully moving himself into just the right position. Vex is clad only in her lounging around clothes, soft pants and a loose shirt, and the warmth of his skin so close to her own is absolutely divine. “Hm, I wonder,” she says, tracing a nail along Percy’s inner thigh and eyeing his hardening cock. “Do you want something, my dear?”
“I might.”
Vex slaps his thigh lightly. She’ll work that snark out of him. “Well, perhaps we should do something about that. Undo my trousers, won’t you, darling?”
She tugs her shirt off while Percy obediently unties her pants. She swipes a thumb across one of her bare nipples- she knows how much her Percival loves her breasts, loves lavishing attention on them.
Percy pulls her pants down halfway down her thighs and waits. She can tell he wants to touch her, feel how wet she is already, but Vex has trained him well and he won’t act without permission. As a reward, Vex takes his cock in hand and starts gently pumping him, working him to full hardness.
“Oh, you are so lovely,” she says, admiring how he reacts to her touch. “Such a lovely boy. Go on- you’ve been so good, take your prize.”
Percy pushes into her and Vex immediately lets out a satisfied sigh. She feels so powerful with Percy in her lap like this, and he takes such pleasure out of it. Being able to order him to strip naked and sit at her feet- it feels good to be obeyed, particularly when Percy so enjoys following her orders.
Vex grasps Percy’s ass the way he sometimes does to her when she rides in his lap. Retirement has been kind to him, making him deliciously soft here and in his stomach as well. He doesn’t look haunted anymore, he smiles- it’s all so wonderful in a way Vex can’t begin to describe. Having Percy so happily wrapped around her little finger, watching him relax, the nervous energy pouring out of him from being vulnerable at her feet- it’s good.
“That’s it, my dear,” she says. “A little deeper- oh, yes, Percy, you’re wonderful, so wonderful-”
The praise makes him glow, and he fucks her harder, knowing, after all this time, just how she likes it, how she best likes his cock inside her. “May I- may I kiss you?”
“Of course, darling,” and Percy’s lips are on hers the moment the words leave her mouth.
Gods, she loves him so much.
After he comes inside of her, Percy pulls out and slides back to the floor, on his knees between Vex’s legs. He pushes two clever fingers inside her and uses his wicked, wicked mouth on her clit, and Vex barely lasts any time at all, having her darling husband so eager to please.
The armchair wasn’t built for two people to cuddle, so Vex helps Percy, as wobbly-kneed as a baby deer, cross the several feet over to their bed. She unhooks his little leather collar and puts it aside as he rests his head on her chest.
“Feeling better?” she asks.
Percy hums contentedly. “You know, I don’t even remember what I was so worked up about.”
Vex grins and kisses the top of his head. “That’s why I’m here, darling.”
"Their Moment" For Kobold (Taliesin/Satine, semi-public quickie)
It's a masquerade ball, but when they arrive together everyone knows full and well who they are. The best dressed golden gods, carried through on pure charisma and magnetism. Taliesin's black waistcoat sparkles with transferred glitter, matte purple tie not safe from the pink and silver glint that is woven into the very fabric of her tight black and red gown that seems to have been rolled in the stuff.
They have matching silver masks, a hint of cateye peeking out from the wide eye holes of her mask where his is a thick and dark ring, giving an even more dramatic look to their already enchanting eyes. They dance seemingly without breath, effortless and beautiful in each step. He whispers something she pretends to hear but can't possibly have heard over the loud music and murmur of voices swirling around them. His hands slide a little closer and she doesn't wilt against him so much as meld her bodice into his solid body and press blood red kisses at his throat.
Dancing is delicate and precise, their bodies matched as though they were born to fit together in this moment. They take turns leading, Taliesin with power and Satine with grace, until they are both certain all eyes have been on them for a not insignificant time. It's Taliesin who guides her toward the bathroom with a press of his hips and silent urging of fingers that slide down the back of her bodice gown and sweep softness under his palms to cup her ass unsubtle as can be.
Satine pushes into his touch and finds the door handle behind her, pushing it down before grasping one of his thick arms in one hand and the tucked away button of his trousers with the other. It's quieter in here, but the dark tile still echos the pulse of the music and blood pounding in their ears. Taliesin reaches for the lightswitch and she stops him. “No. I want to pretend.”
So they'll pretend. They'll pretend for tonight that they are somehow strangers who are not intimately familiar with each other, they'll pretend that after this they don't both have someone who is well aware of what they're doing and completely fine with it.
Satine moans loud, the dulcet tone broken by Taliesin's needy gasp when she forces down his zipper and rubs her palm hard over the solid mass of his cock trying furtively to escape boxer briefs. “Please...” He groans brushing careful kisses on her cheek to not smudge her immaculate makeup. “I need-”
She cuts him off with a deep kiss, pressing her lips hard against his and opening his mouth with a broad sweep of her tongue. He moans in the back of his throat and she drinks deep off it, delighting in his easy response to her hand forcing down the waistband of shorts and stroking him as slowly as the languid licks of her tongue.He wil beg if she desires, he will plead and cry and do anything she demands with a smile on his face. Right now, all she wants is to feel him need.
Taliesin needs, all right. His body aches and it has since well before they entered the room... well before they spent at least an hour, he's lost track, in their intoxicating revalrie. He whimpers against the steady tease of her tongue in his mouth, lifting his hips with steady squeeze and tug of her familiar palm. He doesn't want to come like this, doesn't want to be the spoilt desperate man that he knows he must look with his favorite suit askew and cock twitching in his lover's hand. Then, she pushes him back against the sink and he feels his ass against the porcelin, digging the plug she'd told him to wear even harder into him, and he can feel the wetness a sweep of her thumb spreads in hard circles.
“If you come before I do-” Satine gasps as she breaks their kiss, her mouth pressing hard against his ear; “I'm going to take you out there with your cock still dripping down your pants and let all of our friends see what a dirty cocksucker you are.”
Taliesin whimpers, but it's not out of anything even closer to disgust. They both know that mental image will linger in his mind for many furtive mastubatory sessions to come, utter humiliation washing over him even as he begs for more. “Please...” He whines, grinding the plug against the sink as he lifts his hips to meet her skilled fingers. “More.”
“Look at you...” She moans into his ear and then tenderly nibbles his ear before continuing. “Rock hard thinking about it, aren't you?” Satine gives his cock a hard squeeze, milking out another pearl of wetness that she then glides over with her thumb, working it into the velvety tip. “Not even knowing for sure who's out there as you stumble out with your pants around your ankles, hard but still dripping when I turn you around and bend you over.”
Taliesin groans, but it tapers into a whimper as she forces him to sit on the narrow vanity ledge and then pulls herself up into his lap. Her skirt puddles around him, but his cock knows exactly where the heat of her pussy is under all of those layers. He knows she didn't wear panties and he can't even pretend that she didn't anticipate riding him just like this. She always knows what she wants, and she always gets it. Even this fantasy she's teased him with before... if she said the word, he'd take it. He'd beg for it and enjoy every second. When he enters her, she's slick and hot and neither of them can hold back their needy cries.
“Fuck...” Satine sobs, wrapping both arms around him as she rolls her hips against Taliesin's meek thrusts. “God you'd fucking love that, wouldn't you? A line of strangers pounding your ass while you eat pussy until I'm throughly satisfied.” He words could be venomous but with their shaking timbre as Taliesin thrusts up into her, they only ring as the shared fantasy neither really needs in the moment but they feel somehow compelled to finish.
“I'm so disgusting.” He doesn't mean it, not even a little. “I want it. I want it all... I want to take it all until I'm broken and sobbing and-” His breath catches and he can feel his balls throb. Giving himself permission to be aggressive, he yanks down the top of her dress with one hand and seeks out the softness of her breast, squeezing her stiff nipple in the center of his palm as he forces her down harder onto his cock. “I want to fill you up right now, you dirty fucking whore.”
Nobody else is allowed to call her tht, nobody, but on Taliesin's tongue it sounds like honeyed praise. They're both needy, open with their desires and fully willing to give each other every pleasure of their wanton flesh. “Yeah? Think your pathetic little cock is gonna get me off just making a little mess?” He can feel how flushed her skin is and yeah, he thinks it probably could. “I think you might need a real punishment if it can't.”
A shudder passes through him, partially because he knows he's on borrowed time now and any moment will fulfil his promise. Partially, he can't wait for her sweet punishing pain. The pain, thankfully, comes first in the form of her hands yanking his shirt from the loose waist of his trousers and both sets of perfectly manicured nails raking down his back. Hot ripples of pain wash over him and he realizes she's barely holding on herself. Swearing under his breath in as hushed a tone as he can manage, Taliesin forces himself up even harder, slamming into her until he can feel her wetness dripping down his sac as he comes back down to the flared base of his plug that feels like it may somehow spread him even wider than the perilous gape he's already created.
Her nails dig into his fleshy shoulders, her whole body clinging tight as Satine rides the edge of bliss. Her voice trembles, but she still manages a commanding tone when she growls against his ear. “I swear to fucking God, if you come inside me I'm going to make you pay.” Her voice drops to a hiss as his thick fingers close over her nipple and tug without restraint. “I'm gonna make you clean up every little drop of your come.” She cries out then, feeling his cock twitch and surge inside her, his seed filling her as he continues to thrust hard and fast. “Fucking asshole!” She cries out in a bare whisper, her body clenching and shuddering as she follows him over the edge, their mingled fluids staining the front of Taliesin's pants. “You're gonna start with my ass, you fucking pig.”
“Yes...” Taliesin whimpers, gasping for each ragged breath as the thrusts taper off to a gentle rocking, her nails still biting at his flesh and making his manhood twitch inside her. “Please...” He whines. “I need to-”
There's no further discussion. Satine slides off of him easily enough, letting out a softened moan when she feels the slick head of his wilting cock brush between her labia and leave behind the sticky reminder. Part of him wants to leave it, to go back out there knowing that his come is sticking to her thighs. As fun as it sounds, though, it's only good for a few minutes before reality kicks in.
She doesn't have a few minutes. Taliesin drops to his knees without a word and lifts her dress, disappearing underneath it. In one shaking breath, his hands are on her ass, spreading her open. Satine braces herself against the sink just in time for the tickle of his hungry tongue lapping over her asshole and gently pushing against the tight muscle, barely penetrating her with each eager flick. One of his strong hands closes over her hip, subtly holding both of them in position, the other explains why as two thick fingers slide easily into her dripping opening, stroking the sloppy mess he'd left behind with an eager wet slurp.
Satine's hips writhe against the sensation, her legs spreading just a little wider to accommodate Taliesin's face as he tastes her deep before pulling back to finish the task.
It'd be easy to fuck her again, Taliesin knows, his cock is already rising to the occasion and the thought of pinning her against the sink with her dress crinkling between them as the continue their revelry sounds more appealing with each lash of his tongue. He also knows the door isn't locked, and may as well be standing wide open... and there's a very real line between the thigs he imagines and the things he is ready to see happen.
This is their moment, their private revelry, and nobody will ever know just how much Satine wants to scream as fingers are replaced with tongue and she loses track of just how many times the mask brushing between her thighs is coated in her fluids.
(For cassie - I hope you enjoy this. Happy holidays!) _________
The air was crisp and unusually cold, even for an early winter's day in Whitestone. Vex had woken early, finding her way to a certain spot in the woods via instinct as much as memory.
She heard the soft sound of footsteps, followed by a twig snap. Still alert to danger, she readied herself for a potential fight, but quickly recognized the interloper.
“Good morning, darling.” She scooted over on the bench to make room for Percy. Trinket was lying by her feet and rested his huge head on Percy's knee, looking for some gladly provided ear scratches.
“Good morning. I thought I'd find you here.” it wasn't unusual for them to keep different hours - Percy still tended to work late into the night far more often than was good for him - but her regular walks in the forest had led her to Vax's memorial more and more lately.
She leaned against her husband's side. “I miss him. Stupid thing to say really, of course I do, but I feel… connected to him more here. “
“I know what you mean.”
There was a flutter of feathers as a nearby bird took flight. Percy took Vex's hand and laced their fingers together. ________
A few days later, it was Vex's turn to wake up on her own. The rumpled bedding seemed to indicate Percy had gotten up fairly recently. After a quick check to confirm that he wasn't in his workshop, Vex called Trinket to her side and headed up to the castle.
The first person she saw in the main hall was Cassandra, giving instructions to one of the guards. “Vex’ahlia, good morning. I'll glad you're here, I've been meaning to speak with you.”
“Have you seen Percy?”
“Not recently, but I believe he mentioned doing some training with the Riflemen. I could use your opinion on something, though.”
An hour later, they were both headed back to the manor, having discussed various issues with the oncoming winter.
“You really don't need to come back with me.”
“Nonsense. I should be spending more time with my sister-in-law. Besides, things tend to slow down a bit around this time of year.”
“The Winter’s Crest preparations are going well, then?”
“Oh yes, everything's going according to plan.” There was a gleam in her eye that Vex recognized, though she didn't know why.
They arrived at the house to see Percy waiting for them at the door. Trinket stopped to sniff the air and ran ahead with a happy grunt.
“What's all this, then?” As they got closer, Vex could smell the scent of cooking meat that had excited Trinket.
Percy's smile was comfortably smug. “I thought about what you said about feeling connected to our lost families, and I decided to revisit an old favorite recipe.”
Vex stared at him. “How have I never seen you cook before?”
“We got accustomed to having servants and a magical mansion.”
“Good point.” She turned to Cassandra, who was grinning slyly. “You were in on this, weren't you?”
“I may have been in charge of procuring some ingredients. And distracting you.”
“In our defense, it's very hard to surprise someone as observant as you.”
“Also a good point.” She set her cloak aside and checked out the simmering stew. “This smells amazing. No wonder Trinket’s drooling over it.”
“He'll get his share.” Percy patted the bear on the head. “Our mother used to make this on very special occasions.”
Cassandra smiled. “She always said no one else ever got the spices right. It used to drive the cooks mad.”
“I seem to remember they didn't complain about the night off.” Percy grabbed a spoon to stir the pot, releasing a fresh burst of savory aroma. “This needs to cook for quite a while yet, but it should be ready when everyone gets here.”
Their friends arrived some time later, traveling via Sun Tree courtesy of Keyleth. Kaylee was apparently in the middle of telling a rather wild story.
“-- and that was the last time that stuck-up bastard tried to pick a fight.”
“I'm so proud.” Scanlan wiped away an imaginary tear.
“You should be, old man, you taught me that one.”
A much more genuine smile crossed Scanlan's face as the group met their welcome party with hugs and greetings.
“Dinner’s almost ready,” Vex said. “Courtesy of Percy.”
“You cooked?” Keyleth gasped. “That's amazing!”
Percy looked slightly miffed. “It isn't that different from engineering. You make a plan, you get some parts and you put them together.”
“I hope this involves less exploding than your usual creations.”
Cassandra discreetly stifled a laugh. “It's an old family favorite.”
Percy nodded. “I'm sure it won't taste exactly the same, but nostalgia is always the best seasoning.”
Keyleth tilted her head. “I thought that was hunger.”
“Nah.” Grog shook his head. “It's definitely ketchup.”
Vex hung back for a moment, tapping Pike on the shoulder. “Can I talk to you privately for a moment, dear?”
Liam’s delighted to be on his own home turf again, or at least as close to it as they’re ever going to get barring an invite to the NJ Comic Expo. He’s talking a million miles an hour, expanding on all the things they’re almost definitely not going to get to do around the con because they won’t have time, they never have time. Most of them involve Broadway, off-Broadway, or off-off-Broadway, or so far off Broadway maybe he’s talking about what they’re going to do when they get back home to LA.
Sam’s just disoriented because it’s already eleven here, his phone has dutifully updated to tell him that much, but their in-flight meal was at, like, five or something, and apart from that it was basically inedible. He’s chewing half-heartedly on a pretzel roughly the size of his head, eyes focused on the bright ribbon tied onto Liam’s suitcase to guide him through the crowded airport, and he is pretty sure that complaining about the time difference is just going to get him called a wuss.
So he just consumes his salt-flavored crappy giant twisted breadstick, gets in the cab when Liam hails it with what Sam would refer to as an obnoxious East Coast whistle if he didn’t have his mouth full, and tries not to look too droopy as they move through the still-busy streets toward the con hotel.
Liam opens their hotel room door and starts laughing. Sam honestly can’t figure out if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.
“Sammy, you wanna be the big spoon or the little spoon?”
Sam blinks at the queen bed. It does not turn into two double beds.
“I’m too old for this shit,” he grumbles, heading for the bathroom.
“You’re thirty-two!” he hears Liam yell as the door closes.
When he comes back out after washing his face and trying not to think too hard about how if he’d just napped on the plane instead of bouncing words back and forth with Liam—his comedy song lyrics, Liam’s script, practicing voice bits for the con, and some Shakespeare bit that Sam doesn’t quite recognize but that sounds like he could probably parody if he didn’t think it would piss Liam off that that was the only reason he was paying attention—Liam’s flopped across the bed reading the room service menu. The TV is on, a Lord of the Rings movie marathon that’s doubtless only going to be all the longer for having ad breaks.
“Dinner was disappointing,” he says without looking up. “And this is all expensive. You want to go for pizza?”
Sam stifles a yawn. “Yeah, I guess.”
He apparently didn’t stifle the yawn well enough, because Liam rolls onto his back and gives him a concerned look. “Are you really that tired?”
“It’s been a long week.” Sam sits on the edge of the bed. Oh, it’s comfortable. He already doesn’t think he’s going to be able to get back up. He toes his shoes off and bends to yank off his socks. “I’ll pay for room service if you want… I don’t really want to go back out.”
“Sure.” Liam starts reading the menu out as though it’s written in iambic pentameter; despite his weariness Sam’s laughing by the time he gets as far as lightly toasted garlic focaccia with Camembert and thinly sliced prosciutto, garnished with homegrown basil and parsley.
When he calls down to order he does that in iambic pentameter as well, then refuses to get up when there’s a knock at the door, leaving Sam to answer it.
“All the world’s a stage, huh?” the room service attendant says as she wheels in the cart and starts unloading plates. “You guys actors?” Her quick appraising glance—Sam, the one bed, Liam sprawled out like a GQ model, if GQ models ever wore Sailor Moon t-shirts—inserts the word gay before actors.
“He’s playing the horse’s ass in Equus,” Sam says with a totally straight face. Liam starts giggling behind him.
“I see.” She finishes up by setting down an ice bucket, and for a second Sam wonders if Liam’s slightly abused his offer to pay by ordering champagne. But no; the bucket just has a couple of soda bottles nestled in it. The worst case scenario is he’ll get a caffeine and sugar buzz, and honestly he doesn’t think that’s going to be enough to cut through how sleepy he is.
But sure enough, once they’ve eaten and drunk (and the focaccia turns out to just be a really expensive spin on pizza, which does not surprise him), and after they’ve already stripped down to t-shirts and boxers and figured out who’s going to sleep on which side of the bed, Sam’s still staring into the dark at midnight. He’s semi-dozing, but he’s also more awake than he was when they landed at JFK, and as well as that he’s semi-hard. He supposes he could get up and do something about the latter, but he’s not that awake. He’s lying on his side facing the window; New York is bright at night no matter how tightly the blinds are closed.
Liam is a warm solid presence beside him. A warm solid presence beside him who is suddenly a warm solid presence spooned along his back, one hand draping over his stomach. Sam can’t tell if Liam’s awake or asleep, or who Liam thinks he’s in bed with.
“I thought you were exhausted,” Liam says softly in the dark.
“So did I.”
“Want me to sing you a lullaby?”
“You’re fucking weird.”
“I know.”
Liam kisses the back of his neck.
Sam freezes and then says, carefully, “Liam, what are you doing?”
“Helping you get to sleep.” A single note of uncertainty permeates his voice. “If that’s okay.”
“I like ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star’.”
Liam kisses the side of his neck this time, hand sliding south of his waistband. “Twinkle, twinkle, little Sam—oh, not so little after all.”
“No,” Sam agrees, twisting so he can kiss Liam’s mouth and stop the singing before he forms a semantic connection that’ll give him a boner every time he listens to the damn song. Liam sighs against his lips, a validated noise, and as Sam’s tongue slips against his, his hand works its way into Sam’s boxers. Sam whimpers when his fingers wrap around his cock, which is all the way awake now.
The rest of him isn’t nearly as tired any more either.
His own palm moves to rest on Liam’s lower back, encouraging him closer, pushing up under his t-shirt until Liam makes a frustrated noise and pulls away long enough to take it off. Sam wriggles out of his own t-shirt—boxers too, just for good measure—and when Liam sees him do so it becomes a race to see who can strip fastest.
When they come back together, bare skin against bare skin, obviously they both won.
Sam feels like he’s clumsily pawing at Liam in comparison to Liam’s sure, steady strokes, but if Liam minds he doesn’t say anything. Certainly the hard hot length of his cock in Sam’s hand isn’t complaining. They’re pressed closely enough that even if his hand falters, there’s another warm stretch of skin for Liam to rub against.
There are no more words; they don’t need spoken language to communicate now. Aside from the obligatory oh God and fuck, Liam and yes, yes, yes, it’s all about movement, about racing hearts and quickening breaths, about stuttering hips and gasping whimpers.
Sam comes into his best friend’s hand with his best friend’s name on his lips. With his best friend’s lips on his lips for that matter, catching the sound, echoing it back to him as his own name. Sam flops against Liam, his forehead resting against Liam’s; Liam kisses the tip of his nose then each cheek until their mouths meet again, slow and lazy.
“Clean up?” Sam asks muzzily after a minute or so.
Liam lifts his hand to his mouth and showily licks the palm clean, sucking each finger one by one. Sam’s frozen again and making a very interesting noise by the second finger.
“There are tissues,” he manages as Liam sticks his thumb in his mouth, sucking Sam’s come—or maybe his own, Sam doesn’t exactly have time to run a DNA test on it—off and swallowing it with apparent relish.
“Sorry,” Liam says. “I prefer a more natural approach.” And with that he wriggles down the bed to lick Sam clean, tongue darting over Sam’s sensitive skin and making him gasp. Then suddenly his mouth is on Sam’s hand, sucking his fingers clean and Sam outright moans.
Liam does avail himself of the tissues for his own cleanup, leaving Sam wondering if he should’ve offered. Liam doesn’t seem to care, though, carelessly wiping the last spatters out of his happy trail before tossing the wadded-up tissue in the general direction of the trash.
“God, Liam… that was amazing.”
“I would’ve sucked myself clean, but I haven’t been able to do that for years,” Liam says.
“Ngh,” Sam says eloquently.
Liam cuddles back up to him, pulling Sam’s back to his front, arm around his waist, breath warm on Sam’s neck. “Think you can sleep now?”
“In a physical sense? Yes. I might have trouble getting my brain to shut up, though.”
“Oh. Okay, so tomorrow night I should suck your brain out through your dick so you don’t have to think either, yeah?”
“You’re fucking weird, Liam.”
“I’m a problem solver.”
Sam grins into the semi-darkness. “Yes, you are.” His hand goes over Lam’s on his stomach, fingers intertwining. “And I’m privileged to have been the problem.”
“I very firmly feel you’re an asset to this bed,” Liam kisses the back of his neck again. “Now sleep.”
Sam does, to his surprise; apparently caffeine, sugar, and endorphins aren’t enough to combat the post-orgasmic bliss of Liam-snuggles.
He does, however, hope that Liam makes good on his suggestion about the next night’s insomnia cure.
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Sacrifice | Dread RPF | Taliesin/Matt | E
(Anonymous) 2017-12-19 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)“You self-sacrificial little shit,” he growls.
Marisha takes one look at his face and hightails it out of the room, slamming the door closed between herself and Taliesin’s ire. Doubtless Matt’s already debriefed her on what just happened; lord knows there was enough screaming from the soundstage to alert the whole building that something big just went down. Taliesin locks the door and focuses his full attention on Matt.
“Taliesin, what—” Matt’s perched on the edge of the desk and goes to stand up. Taliesin shoves him back down with a hand on his shoulder.
“You love Sat, huh? Did you stop to think that maybe killing yourself wasn’t the best way or time to express that? Did you stop to think that maybe she loves you too and didn’t exactly want to watch you be ripped to fucking shreds?”
“Like you give a shit, Kayden,” Matt says, catching on fast. “Like you love anyone apart from yourself.”
Taliesin takes a step closer, leaning right into Matt’s personal space. “I hate myself, Tanner,” he growls. “I love you, you stupid fuck.” And he shoves his tongue gracelessly into Matt’s mouth, grabbing twin handfuls of Matt’s glossy hair to hold him in place.
At any other time Matt would kiss him back; at any other time Matt’s hands would be in his hair right back. But this time his hands flutter around Taliesin’s shoulders, pushing at him. Taliesin growls a negation and clings harder, feeling Matt shudder against him, groaning. There’s no time, he’s got to be back on set soon, but he doesn’t think Kayden would take all that much time with Tanner anyway. It’s not his nature.
Matt ends the kiss by pulling his head backward in spite of Taliesin’s clinging fingers. “Then maybe you should’ve said it sooner, dumbass.” He bares his teeth in what’s not a smile. “It was Raina and Darby, and you and Sat. You know I was the odd one out. It had to be me.”
“It should have been me,” Taliesin corrects him. “It still might be.” Matt’s eyes go wide. “But right now I’m taking back what the fucking mountain took from me.” He lets go of Matt’s hair and takes a step back. “Turn around.”
“What?” He’s not sure if that’s Tanner or Matt. “We can’t—not now—”
Taliesin takes another step, this one to the side, where the second drawer down in Marisha’s desk holds the basics: condoms, lube, a couple of zipties—and that’s fucking tempting, taking his own pleasure and then leaving Matt tied up and hard for Marisha as a present—and a bunch of wet wipes. He stacks supplies on the desk, including one of the zipties just to make Matt’s eyes go even wider. “Turn around, Tanner; we’re not in a romantic fucking comedy.”
“I don’t watch that shit,” Matt says automatically, but he does turn around. Taliesin’s arms wrap around him from behind, one hand dropping immediately below Matt’s belt to grope him shamelessly.
“So this is where all your blood goes when you’re dead.”
“Don’t flatter yourself, Kayden; it’s just rigor mortis.”
Taliesin bursts out laughing. “You’re sick.”
Matt presses his ass back against the front of Taliesin’s pants. “Then you’re fucking sick.”
Taliesin gets Matt’s pants open, drags them and his Calvins down to his ankles with a soft thunk as his wallet and phone hit the floor. When his hand closes around Matt’s cock Matt lets out a loud whimper.
“That’s it…” Taliesin strokes him quick and hard, undoing his own belt with the other hand. “Fast this time... we can do it slow later.”
“If you’re not too tired.” Matt turns his head to grin at Taliesin. “Or dead.”
“Either way I’m still a horny teenage boy.” Taliesin nudges his hard cock along Matt’s cleft by way of emphasizing his point. “Aren’t you lucky?”
“Aren’t you talking too much?” Matt asks, passing him the lube and obligingly bending himself forward over the desk, head resting on his folded arms. Taliesin still plants one hand between his shoulderblades just to make sure he doesn’t decide to go anywhere. Not that there are a lot of options in that direction when, a minute later, he’s got Matt impaled on two slick fingers, working him open mercilessly.
“Fuck, Kayden…” A helpless groan rolls out of Matt’s throat. “Now I know what you kept skipping class to do.”
“You don’t know the half of it,” Taliesin promises him.
“Who was it? One of the teachers? One of the students? Was it Sat? Did Sat let you fuck her ass?”
“Maybe,” Taliesin says with a smirk, and this time he can’t tell if he’s Kayden or himself.
“Did she know you were practicing for me?”
“She’s not fucking stupid. Or blind. She knew where I was looking better than you ever did.” Taliesin shoves a third dripping finger into Matt and twists them to make him howl, albeit muffled by the way that he’s biting down on his own forearm, encapsulating the imaginary 1 scratched there with a very real circle of toothmarks.
When he regains his breath, Matt snarks, “Will you stop talking and just fucking do it?”
“Ask me nicely and I’ll consider it.” Taliesin takes his hand off Matt’s back to tear open and roll on a condom.
“Nicely? Fuck you, Kayden.”
“No, fuck you, Tanner.”
It doesn’t much matter whether it’s Kayden fucking Tanner or Taliesin fucking Matt; once he’s buried inside that deliciously tight wet heat, whoever he is becomes a being of just sensation. Normally even their most driven, passionate encounters have an undercurrent of thoughtful care; this is purely about coming as fast and as hard as possible. Matt’s biting down on his arm again to muffle the urgent noises he’s making; Taliesin wraps a hand around Matt’s cock and sinks his own teeth into Matt’s shoulder, getting saliva all over his awful plaid shirt.
This is what Kayden wanted, to reclaim Tanner as his own, and Taliesin’s more than happy to make it happen: Marisha’s desk as altar, Matt’s warm willing living body as reverse sacrifice.
The wet smack of skin as Taliesin drives into Matt is loud in the small room. Matt’s making low, bestial noises as Taliesin jerks him off; he can feel the hot clench of Matt’s muscles around him and knows how close he is. He grabs a handful of Matt’s hair, tugging his head back, and catches Matt’s cry of release in his mouth, echoing it right back at him mere seconds later when feeling Matt come sets him off in turn.
“Jesus Christ,” Matt says eventually. “Marisha’s going to kill me.”
Taliesin can intuit why. “Her desk will wipe down fine.” He eases out of Matt, kissing the back of his neck for good measure, and ditches the condom into the trash, reminding himself to take it with him and not leave the most evident sign of sex for anyone to see. The air still smells like sweat and come but that’s what air freshener is for.
Matt wipes himself and the desk off efficiently before fixing his clothing. “So… does Kayden really love Tanner?”
“Yeah.”
“I bet the fandom would love to know that.”
Taliesin raises an eyebrow, doing his pants back up. Tucking his slightly sticky cock back inside his boxers and zipping his punk pants closed over them doesn’t bring back misbegotten memories at all. “I bet the fandom don’t need any particular prompting from me to fixate their shipper binoculars squarely on the two of us.”
“I thought they were shipper goggles.”
“Shipper sniper scopes.” Taliesin pins Matt to the desk with his hips to kiss him thoroughly. “Next time I’ll make it last.”
“I bet you say that to all the boys.”
Taliesin kisses him again, not denying it. There’s a spray can of something marked Mystical Forest Hideaway, which is a fancy way of saying fake pine; he spritzes it around, ties off and replaces the trash bag, and unlocks the door. “You good to come watch the rest?”
Matt looks surprised, like Taliesin fucked the memory of dying right out of his head. “What? Oh. Yes.”
Marisha’s nowhere to be seen, probably still out at the soundstage making sure Ivan didn’t literally murder someone, but Key’s hovering a prudent distance from the doorway. Taliesin didn’t hear him try the locked door, but that doesn’t mean that he didn’t. His eyes flick to the trash bag in Taliesin’s hand, to Matt’s rumpled hair, and he sighs.
“Again, guys?” He looks disappointed, which is very sad because he does awfully good puppy-dog eyes even when he doesn’t mean to. “I did ask you not to…”
Taliesin goes up on his toes to claim a whiskery, surprised kiss. “I’ll make it up to you,” he promises, licking his lips with slow insinuation, and leaves Key staring stunned at the two of them as they walk away.
Re: Sacrifice | Dread RPF | Taliesin/Matt | E
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(Anonymous) 2017-12-19 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)Sometimes, Taliesin wakes up at night and can't believe how lucky he is. He looks over to the two figures sleeping next to him and he sees Matt's peaceful face and he sees Marisha, face turned into the pillow, her hair pooling around her head and he smiles and he thinks and he remembers.
--
He remembers the first night he stayed over. It was getting late on a Sunday night and even though he had an early call time the next day, he was still half sprawled over an armchair in Marisha and Matt's house, shoveling popcorn into his mouth and watching some bad horror movie while the other two were cuddling on the couch.
"You should sleep here. We have an extra bed and it's actually closer to the studios from here than from your house," Marisha offers suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, her eyes still trained on the tv screen.
"That sounds lovely actually, thank you," Taliesin smiles and that's it.
He sleeps in the spare bedroom in just his boxer briefs and borrows Matt's clean tshirt in the morning. He gets eggs and bacon for breakfast, a cup of good coffee and has an enjoyable Monday morning for a change. It feels good. And if he catches himself sniffing at Matt's tshirt throughout the day, well. Nobody has to know.
It becomes somewhat regular occurance after that. Tal already used to spend at least one evening a week at their house, playing boardgames, talking shop, having dinner, watching a movie or whatever they felt like doing and now he also spends the night sometimes. It's not long before he starts keeping a bit of his clothing in the spare bedroom. And when he notices a new towel next to the original two in the bathroom he just smiles and doesn't mention it.
They don't talk about their new arrangement at all. It's nice and easy like everything has ever been between them. He can just be himself with them and it's wonderful, he doesn't feel like a third wheel at all. They have always been very welcoming towards his company and he loves them both for it.
--
He remembers the first time he gets a kiss from Matt.
"Ugh, I should go to bed. Early flight tommorrow," Matt groans and stretches on the couch. All three of them are there this time, both men sitting on opposite ends with Marisha lying between them, head in Tal's lap and feet in Matt's. There are only some unintelligible murmurs in response and Matt chuckles softly.
"Don't stay up too long, you two," Matt gently picks up Marisha's feet, stands up and places them back on the couch. He stretches again, with a big yawn this time.
"I'll try not to wake you in the morning, good night," he bends towards Marisha and places a little kiss on her forhead. "Good night, Taliesin," he then smiles at his friend.
"What, I don't get a kiss?" Tal fakes offence.
"Whenever you want, man," Matt laughs as he presses his lips to Taliesn's cheek, a little closer to the corner of his mouth. "Goodnight," he says one last time before retrating to the bedroom.
"He always wakes me, you know. I just might sleep with you this time," Marisha sleepily mumbles into his thigh and Taliesin pointedly doesn't think about Matt's kiss, his comment or if it could be considered weird if Marisha slept in the bed with him while her boyfriend slept in the bedroom next door.
"I'd love to have you, red," he just offeres in response. Taliesin more feels than actually hears her quiet laughter and starts combing through her hair that are pooled in his lap. She doesn't sleep with him after all and he has no opinon on the matter.
Taliesin doesn't have to ask for a kiss ever again. Nevermind that the first time was probably meant as a joke, it quickly becomes completly normal thing between them. It really isn't that big of a deal when he thinks about it. They were already generous with casual affection amongst them, be it holding hands, cuddling on a couch, head scratching or many of the other things they all enjoy. Throwing some friendly kisses here and there is only natural after all.
--
He remembers the first night he spent in their bed. They were playing boardgames and even though no one mentions it, it was pretty clear to everyone that this would be one of the nights that Tal would be staying in the house. That is until Matt says: "Oh, Taliesin, I'm sorry we forgot to mention it but we're painting your bedroom. So it's not very livable at the moment," he smiles apologetically at his friend.
"Oh. Right. I should be going then, it's kind of late," Taliesin looks a little bewildered and he himself isn't quite sure if that's because of the use of "your bedroom" or because they didn't mention it earlier and it was really late and he really wasn't looking towards the long ride to his house.
"Don't be stupid, you can just sleep here," Marisha rolls her eyes.
"Thanks, but I don't think my back would thank me very much after sleeping on the couch," Taliesin chuckles softly and begins to gather his things.
"Our bed is big enough, it's not a problem," Matt shrugs like it's no big deal. Tal is quiet for a moment, studying their expressions, his brain racing thousand miles an hour.
"I mean... if you really don't mind?" he offeres his acceptance slowly, testing, very carefully observing their reaction.
"It's not like we all haven't passed out together on the couch before or anything," Marisha adds lightly and the somewhat tense moment is immediately broken. Taliesin gathers they really don't mind him sharing their bed and leaves it at that.
He wakes up spooning Matt, his face pressed in his hair and his arm slung around both his friends even though he was very careful to give them their space when falling asleep. He presses a little good morning kiss into his friend's hair, mutters a good morning and that's that. No awkwardness one might except, only good humour, friendly affection and some stupid jokes.
When he goes to take some of his clothes from the spare bedroom, he finds it painted purple. A lovely shade of purple he'd definitely consider for his own bedroom. He takes a moment, just standing in the room, thinking.
--
He remembers the first "real" kiss from Matt. It was some convention or another. It's after their signing and Taliesin feels a bit overwhelmed. It's not that he doesn't genuinely enjoy meeting fans but so many people would overwhelm a healthier person than he is. He finds the nearest little room and hides himself there, sitting on the floor, knees pulled up to his chin and arms hugging his legs. He just sits in the dark and breathes for a moment.
"Taliesin?" he hears Matt's gentle voice and a knock on the door.
"Yeah. I'm just... hiding for a bit. I'll be alright," he responds because he doesn't want to worry his friend. He thinks Matt's just going to leave him but instead he hears the door opening and sees a lithe siluette coming through it into the room before the door close again.
"Is it alright if I just sit with you?" Matt asks while he's still standing at the door.
"Yeah. I... Yeah," Taliesin just sighs. He usually doesn't like to be interrupted during his alone time but he himslef is surprised to find that Matt's company is actually welcomed, even in this time. He shuffles slightly on the ground to make room for Matt. Taliesin notes that even though Matt sits down next to him, he is very careful not to touch his friend and he is grateful.
They just sit there, silently, together. Slowly, peace returns to Taliesin's mind and after he feels like himself again, he leans a little towards Matt and lais his head on his shoulder. He inhales deeply and the smell of Matt, the smell he became very accostumed to lately, calms him even further.
"Thank you. I'm alright now," Taliesin mumbles into Matt's shoulder but doesn't actually make any move to stand up. He doesn't see Matt smile but feels his arm coming around his shoulders and pulling him closer and into his chest and Taliesin enjoyes the feeling of being hugged by his close friend. Matt starts to rub little soothing circles into Taliesin's back and Taliesin melts and actually purrs which elects a little chuckle from Matt. He feels soft lips against his scalp and even though he expect just a little kiss, the lips stay there, on his head, and he feels Matt smiling.
"We should get back to the others before they start wondering where we are," Taliesin mumbles because it's the right thing to do even though he actually doesn't want to move.
"Marisha will cover for us, don't worry. We have all the time in the world," the lips reply, pulling just a breath away from his head.
"Hmm. Okay. But if I fall asleep it's entirely your fault," Taliesin says into Matt's chest and melts a bit more, if it's even possible. He isn't sure if he actually falls asleep for a little bit or not.
Eventually, he pulls aways because they are at a convention and there is stuff they need to do. He lifts his head and opens his eyes and finds himself staring right into Matt's face who's smiling at him lightly, hands still around his shoulders. Taliesn looks into his friend's blue eyes and is overwhelmed for a bit by the sheer amount of love he sees in them. He finds himself stuck, unable to look away from Matt who is still smiling at him, open and honest.
The next thing he knows is that Matt is kissing him and what is this, this isn't one of their easy friendly kisses, this is proper full on kiss that his friend is giving him and maybe he shouldn't kiss back but it somehow feels right even though it should feel wrong and oh god, what is his life. The kiss is long and soft and sweet and at the end of it, Taliesn feels warm all over.
Matt eventually pulls away but doesn't go far and still wears that honest expression full of love. But now Taliesin isn't sure that it's just a friendly love.
"Marisha?" He asks simply because it's a question that needs to be asked. He doesn't actually believe for a second that Matt would go and do something like this behind Marisha's back but he still needs to hear it.
"We've talked about it. She's cool with it," Matt replies. "Also interested," he adds after a short pause and winks at Taliesin who just continues to stare at him with one raised eyebrow.
"Okay, fine," Matt rolls his eyes and sighs. "It's something we've talked about a lot in the past few weeks and months. We were waiting for the right moment to bring you into the conversation so that we all could talk about everything like adults but I just..." Matt actually blushes a little when he continues. "I just couldn't resist, you looked so warm and welcoming and it looked like we were having a moment so I just kind of... jumped the gun," he smiles sheepishly. "You don't mind, do you? I know you're with Stevie but you mentioned that it's alright? Like that it would be alright for you to... you know?" he asks sheepishly like he only just now realized that there might be a possibility that what he did might not actually be okay. Taliesin just continues to stare at him.
"Tal?" Matt prompts him again, suddenly quite nervous.
"You're an idiot," Taliesin states matter-o-factly and pulls Matt into another kiss.
--
He also remembers the first "real" kiss with Marisha. It was the same convention, of course. It takes a while until Taliesin is alone with Matt and Marisha since the event is quite busy. The venue is closed for the day and the three of them sort of naturally gravitate together. He does actually just want to talk to them but he can't help himself and pulls Marisha to him at the first opportunity he gets.
"You're also an idiot," he says, smiling, before he kisses her, slow and teasing. When he pulls away Marisha just gives him a calm look before turning to Matt.
"So I guess you talked to him," she more states than ask.
"Talk might not be... the exact thing that happened," Matt says bashfully and darts his eyes between them. "I... uh. More like kissed him," he clarifies.
"Uh... huh," Marisha nods slowly, her brow furrowing slightly while she continues to look at Matt who now looks actually a little emberassed.
"Don't be so hard on him," Taliesin chuckles. "There actually was a moment. It was all very appropriate. Let's go for a walk and talk about this," he suggests and pulls a little from Marisha. He takes her hand and starts walking.
They end up walking in silence for quite a while, all of them winding down from all the exictement of a convention. They enjouy each other's comapy and walk the unfamiliar streets with unfamiliar people. It's quite late, only the streetlamps illuminating the sidewalk.
They do actually end up talking about everything. Matt and Marisha explaining how they really enjoy Taliesin's company and how that yes, even if they are together, they became so used to Taliesn's company they now actully concider him a part of their "us." They decide to take everything slow, see where their path leads.
--
He remembers the other first night he spent in their bed. It was one of the nights they actually had a shorter game on Thursday and the whole gang decided to go for drinks afterwards. They're at a bar near the studios enjoying their time together without the internet watching. Alcohol is flowing, jokes are shared, conversations are had. It's a nice time and Taliesin feels very relaxed. One by one all of their friends excuse themselves until it's only him, Matt and Marisha.
"So, back to ours?" Matt proposes when he finishes his drink and looks over the other two in the corner booth. Taliesin is slouched down in his seat and has a hand around Marisha's shoulders who is half lying on his chest.
"Yeah. We should actually get at least some sleep," Taliesin smiles at his friend.
"Alright. I'll go outside and order an uber. None of us is fit to drive," Matt says with a chuckle, stands up and leaves the noisy bar.
"Hear that, princess? We're going home. To bed," Taliesin pats Marisha on the shoulder.
"Comfy here," Marisha mumbles, burrowing her head deeper into Tal's chest.
"I know, but we can't stay here. C'mon, Matt's already waiting outside."
Marisha offers a little annoyed hmpf in response but streches and gets up nonetheless.
The uber ride is short and spent in companionable silence. They're all sitting in the back seat with Taliesin in the middle with Marisha's head on his shoulder and holding hands with Matt.
"Taliesin is too comfy to sleep on his own. He's coming with us," Marisha says matter-of-factly when they get inside the house, stripping of their jackets and toeing off their shoes. Taliesin chuckles, puts a finger under her chin and pulls her for a kiss. A kiss that was supposed to be just little but drags on for quite a bit, until he feels Matts's hands coming to his hips from behind. He backs into the solid form of his friend standing behind him and pulls Marisha with him. He moans when he feels Matt's lips on his throat and they don't actually make it to the bed for the first time.
They manage to stumble to the bedroom for the second time though and Taliesin doesn't sleep in the guest bedroom ever again whenever he's staying over.
---
He remembers when Matt came to ask his permission to ask Marisha to marry him.
He remembers Marisha coming to him after the proposl to make sure it's okay.
He remembers officiating their wedding.
Sometimes, Taliesin wakes up at night and can't believe how lucky he is.
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get it all out of your system | Critical Role RPF | Taliesin/Marisha/Matt, Ashley/Brian | T
(Anonymous) 2017-12-20 02:58 am (UTC)(link)“Hey, puppy. Being a people get to be too much hard work?”
Matt nods.
“He’s been under there for an hour,” Marisha says, emerging from the kitchen, kissing Taliesin hello. “I think it was the Christmas shopping that finally got to him, but the silly boy won’t tell me.” Her eyes go to the leash hanging on the front door. “It’s probably dark enough out that we can go for a W-A-L-K.”
There’s an excited whine from under the table and Matt comes out, mitts padding softly on the hardwood floor, his kneepads making louder thuds as he crawls to Taliesin’s feet and sits back on his heels, head nudging Taliesin’s hand, another interrogative whine escaping his throat.
“It’s a shame he can S-P-E-L-L,” Taliesin says dryly. “Sure, grab the bag, I’ll put the leash on him.”
Marisha moves to get their walkies bag—a glow in the dark Frisbee, a water bowl and bottle, and a Ziploc bag of cookies—while Taliesin takes the leash down. Matt usually plays hard to get when it comes to the leash. He loves wearing it, loves the mark of ownership, but also loves being a grade-A brat about it. This time, though, he’s surprisingly well-behaved, only sidling away and growling once before submitting to the leash being hooked onto his collar. The fact that he’s already wearing the collar is evidence enough that his stack of responsibilities has fallen on him enough to make him need this coping mechanism.
As the three of them reconvene at the front door, Marisha says casually, “Oh, puppy might have a doggy playdate, if he’s good.”
Matt’s ears prick up and he lets out another interrogative whine.
“You’ll find out,” Marisha says, scratching him behind the ears. “Now, heel for Taliesin.”
Between the house and the car Matt walks upright, the kneepads and paws looking odd, the gleam of the leash’s chain in the early moonlight odder still. He walks with his head up as well, eyes half-closed, deeply inhaling the cool night air.
In the car he makes himself smaller, partially drawing deeper into the puppy headspace and partially avoiding attention as they drive. Taliesin sits beside him in the back seat, one hand lightly finger-combing his hair the whole way.
***
Night Vale has the Dog Park that nobody talks about. Los Angeles has what the neighbors probably think is a vacant lot, albeit one with a number of shade sails and the like stretched out above it on tall solid poles. It’s rare for anyone to be there in the daytime, and Taliesin flat-out refuses to take Matt there in daylight; apart from anything else, he prefers not to parade kink in general and their kink in particular in public. It raises issues of consent that he doesn’t want to delve into. Not that puppy play with Matt is inherently sexual; it’s more about letting Matt let go. Although he does get rather enthusiastic with his tongue sometimes in some very delightful ways.
Goth Los Angeles has its vampire masque balls; leather Los Angeles has its puppy park.
Sometimes the place is busy as hell, especially on cooler nights where the pups can really let loose and run around without overheating, especially those who favor full bodysuits. Tonight there are maybe three other pups and five other handlers. It turns out to be two couples with their respective pets--the solo handler and pup are Ashley and Brian, respectively. Brian’s kitted out almost the same as Matt, except for one difference.
“Oh, no, what did he do now,” Marisha asks almost rhetorically as Brian bounds up to sit at her feet, chin up and eyes bright, and the bone gag between his teeth clearly visible.
Ashley shrugs. “Got self-deprecating on Twitter. Again.”
Taliesin scratches Brian’s head. “Bad boy. Do we need to get Daddychops to visit you with his whip again?”
Brian whines. It’s anyone’s guess whether that means he’s going to behave, or whether he’d rather have the skin on his ass turned as red as Marisha’s hair.
Marisha unclips Matt’s leash from his collar. He’s been on all fours since the park entrance, crawling at her heels to the bench where they’re now sitting. He’s been behaving very well. But there’s a gleam of mischief in his eyes, and he pounces on Brian, knocking him sideways. Brian yelps around his gag. Matt gives his cheek a slobbery lick.
“Matthew,” Marisha snaps. “Don’t be mean to him when he can’t fight back.”
Ashley’s snorting laughter. “Oh, no, absolutely be mean to him. This is hilarious.”
Brian huffs indignantly from underneath Matt, who’s quit with the messy licking, but not until after Brian’s cheek gleams with saliva. His eyes are indignant but resigned. Matt still has that mischievous gleam, but he backs off of Brian--only long enough to let Brian sit back up and attempt to paw dead leaves and bits of bark off himself before bowling him to the grass again.
“Is he okay?” Ashley says softly to Taliesin.
“Marisha thinks he just got overwhelmed. She said maybe Christmas shopping was the last straw, but I think it could be plotting the new campaign; you know how he overthinks everything.”
“Silly boy.” Ashley looks to where Matt and Brian are tussling in the grass. “It looks like he’s getting it out of his system.”
“If this doesn’t work there are other ways to get it out of his system.”
Ashley raises an eyebrow. “Oh, really? Are we invited to that as well, or is this play date strictly for the puppies?”
Taliesin leans in and kisses her laughing lips. “I don’t know… does Brian deserve that sort of fun, or has he been too naughty?”
“Oh, come on, Tal… you know as well as I do that the best place for discipline’s the bedroom.”
Marisha leans over Taliesin to join in the conversation. “What are you two laughing about?”
“If Matt’s still in a mood after this, do you want Ash and Bri to come back to your place and see what else we can come up with to make him feel better?” Taliesin asks.
Marisha claps her hands with delight. “Oh, yes. Matt might like the opportunity to lick him somewhere other than the face.”
Their attention is drawn back to the puppies at that moment because Brian howls indignantly in response to Matt leaping onto his back and nipping the nape of his neck. Matt’s laughing even as he bites Brian again.
“He might not be in a mood by the time we leave,” Marisha says slowly.
Ashley shrugs. “I don’t mind. I can just take Brian home and work on training him to beg before he gets to eat his treats.”
Taliesin rises to his feet while Marisha’s still laughing at the innuendo—which is really just a straight-up statement that Brian’s learning to plead to be allowed the delight of tasting Ashley. “Either way, I could use a little exercise myself.” He pulls the Frisbee out of their bag and whistles sharply. When the other pups also using the park spot the plastic disc they’re quick to join in, until it’s them, their owners, and Taliesin’s pair all playing together.
Ashley and Marisha stay talking quietly on the bench. They could be talking about mundane things, or they could be discussing something nefarious to do after the park; either way they’re both laughing, which is an interesting sign.
Eventually everyone’s had enough of the game. Matt comes to the bench to drink thirstily out of his water bowl. Ashley removes Brian’s gag so that he can drink as well, and then the pair of them go to flop in the grass, Matt’s head on Brian’s chest, communing almost silently about secret puppy business. Matt definitely looks a lot more relaxed and happy than when he first crawled out from his makeshift crate. Brian looks ready to be a brat at any given second, but since that’s his default state of being Taliesin’s not too worried about him poorly influencing Matt.
When Matt at last crawls back to the bench his expression says that his racing mind has quietened down. He holds his paws out, palms up, signaling he’s ready to “be a people again” as they’ve taken to phrasing it.
“Feeling better, pup?” Taliesin asks, scratching behind Matt’s ears before beginning to unlace his mitts.
Matt nods. “Much better.” His voice is soft but his words are certain, and he looks over at Brian, who’s kneeling with his head on Ashley’s thigh; Ashley’s head is bent low, blonde hair curtaining the two of them as she murmurs to him. “Playing with Bri helped a lot.”
Taliesin opens his mouth, then shuts it again and looks to Marisha, who puts a hand on Ashley’s shoulder and squeezes.
***
Ashley and Brian end up coming home with them after all.
Re: get it all out of your system | Critical Role RPF | Taliesin/Marisha/Matt, Ashley/Brian | T
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(Anonymous) - 2017-12-23 17:27 (UTC) - Expandfor captaintiny, Percy/Vex, "delight"
(Anonymous) 2017-12-20 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)They’ve been sitting here like this for a while now, long enough to get Percy out of the antsy state that got him in this position in the first place. Vex puts her book to the side and lightly scritches her fingers on Percy’s scalp, making him hum softly. “Percy, darling,” she says. “How are you feeling?”
Percy looks up at her with sleepy blue eyes and gives Vex such a genuine smile that it makes her heart melt. “Good.”
“Well, that’s very good, isn’t it.” Vex strokes his hair and leans back in her warm, plush armchair. “Would you like to sit in my lap?”
They’ve played this game many times now, but the question still makes Percy blush so prettily, and he says, “Yes, please,” in a quiet but needy voice.
Vex pats her lap and Percy climbs up, carefully moving himself into just the right position. Vex is clad only in her lounging around clothes, soft pants and a loose shirt, and the warmth of his skin so close to her own is absolutely divine. “Hm, I wonder,” she says, tracing a nail along Percy’s inner thigh and eyeing his hardening cock. “Do you want something, my dear?”
“I might.”
Vex slaps his thigh lightly. She’ll work that snark out of him. “Well, perhaps we should do something about that. Undo my trousers, won’t you, darling?”
She tugs her shirt off while Percy obediently unties her pants. She swipes a thumb across one of her bare nipples- she knows how much her Percival loves her breasts, loves lavishing attention on them.
Percy pulls her pants down halfway down her thighs and waits. She can tell he wants to touch her, feel how wet she is already, but Vex has trained him well and he won’t act without permission. As a reward, Vex takes his cock in hand and starts gently pumping him, working him to full hardness.
“Oh, you are so lovely,” she says, admiring how he reacts to her touch. “Such a lovely boy. Go on- you’ve been so good, take your prize.”
Percy pushes into her and Vex immediately lets out a satisfied sigh. She feels so powerful with Percy in her lap like this, and he takes such pleasure out of it. Being able to order him to strip naked and sit at her feet- it feels good to be obeyed, particularly when Percy so enjoys following her orders.
Vex grasps Percy’s ass the way he sometimes does to her when she rides in his lap. Retirement has been kind to him, making him deliciously soft here and in his stomach as well. He doesn’t look haunted anymore, he smiles- it’s all so wonderful in a way Vex can’t begin to describe. Having Percy so happily wrapped around her little finger, watching him relax, the nervous energy pouring out of him from being vulnerable at her feet- it’s good.
“That’s it, my dear,” she says. “A little deeper- oh, yes, Percy, you’re wonderful, so wonderful-”
The praise makes him glow, and he fucks her harder, knowing, after all this time, just how she likes it, how she best likes his cock inside her. “May I- may I kiss you?”
“Of course, darling,” and Percy’s lips are on hers the moment the words leave her mouth.
Gods, she loves him so much.
After he comes inside of her, Percy pulls out and slides back to the floor, on his knees between Vex’s legs. He pushes two clever fingers inside her and uses his wicked, wicked mouth on her clit, and Vex barely lasts any time at all, having her darling husband so eager to please.
The armchair wasn’t built for two people to cuddle, so Vex helps Percy, as wobbly-kneed as a baby deer, cross the several feet over to their bed. She unhooks his little leather collar and puts it aside as he rests his head on her chest.
“Feeling better?” she asks.
Percy hums contentedly. “You know, I don’t even remember what I was so worked up about.”
Vex grins and kisses the top of his head. “That’s why I’m here, darling.”
"Their Moment" For Kobold (Taliesin/Satine, semi-public quickie)
They have matching silver masks, a hint of cateye peeking out from the wide eye holes of her mask where his is a thick and dark ring, giving an even more dramatic look to their already enchanting eyes. They dance seemingly without breath, effortless and beautiful in each step. He whispers something she pretends to hear but can't possibly have heard over the loud music and murmur of voices swirling around them. His hands slide a little closer and she doesn't wilt against him so much as meld her bodice into his solid body and press blood red kisses at his throat.
Dancing is delicate and precise, their bodies matched as though they were born to fit together in this moment. They take turns leading, Taliesin with power and Satine with grace, until they are both certain all eyes have been on them for a not insignificant time. It's Taliesin who guides her toward the bathroom with a press of his hips and silent urging of fingers that slide down the back of her bodice gown and sweep softness under his palms to cup her ass unsubtle as can be.
Satine pushes into his touch and finds the door handle behind her, pushing it down before grasping one of his thick arms in one hand and the tucked away button of his trousers with the other. It's quieter in here, but the dark tile still echos the pulse of the music and blood pounding in their ears. Taliesin reaches for the lightswitch and she stops him. “No. I want to pretend.”
So they'll pretend. They'll pretend for tonight that they are somehow strangers who are not intimately familiar with each other, they'll pretend that after this they don't both have someone who is well aware of what they're doing and completely fine with it.
Satine moans loud, the dulcet tone broken by Taliesin's needy gasp when she forces down his zipper and rubs her palm hard over the solid mass of his cock trying furtively to escape boxer briefs. “Please...” He groans brushing careful kisses on her cheek to not smudge her immaculate makeup. “I need-”
She cuts him off with a deep kiss, pressing her lips hard against his and opening his mouth with a broad sweep of her tongue. He moans in the back of his throat and she drinks deep off it, delighting in his easy response to her hand forcing down the waistband of shorts and stroking him as slowly as the languid licks of her tongue.He wil beg if she desires, he will plead and cry and do anything she demands with a smile on his face. Right now, all she wants is to feel him need.
Taliesin needs, all right. His body aches and it has since well before they entered the room... well before they spent at least an hour, he's lost track, in their intoxicating revalrie. He whimpers against the steady tease of her tongue in his mouth, lifting his hips with steady squeeze and tug of her familiar palm. He doesn't want to come like this, doesn't want to be the spoilt desperate man that he knows he must look with his favorite suit askew and cock twitching in his lover's hand. Then, she pushes him back against the sink and he feels his ass against the porcelin, digging the plug she'd told him to wear even harder into him, and he can feel the wetness a sweep of her thumb spreads in hard circles.
“If you come before I do-” Satine gasps as she breaks their kiss, her mouth pressing hard against his ear; “I'm going to take you out there with your cock still dripping down your pants and let all of our friends see what a dirty cocksucker you are.”
Taliesin whimpers, but it's not out of anything even closer to disgust. They both know that mental image will linger in his mind for many furtive mastubatory sessions to come, utter humiliation washing over him even as he begs for more. “Please...” He whines, grinding the plug against the sink as he lifts his hips to meet her skilled fingers. “More.”
“Look at you...” She moans into his ear and then tenderly nibbles his ear before continuing. “Rock hard thinking about it, aren't you?” Satine gives his cock a hard squeeze, milking out another pearl of wetness that she then glides over with her thumb, working it into the velvety tip. “Not even knowing for sure who's out there as you stumble out with your pants around your ankles, hard but still dripping when I turn you around and bend you over.”
Taliesin groans, but it tapers into a whimper as she forces him to sit on the narrow vanity ledge and then pulls herself up into his lap. Her skirt puddles around him, but his cock knows exactly where the heat of her pussy is under all of those layers. He knows she didn't wear panties and he can't even pretend that she didn't anticipate riding him just like this. She always knows what she wants, and she always gets it. Even this fantasy she's teased him with before... if she said the word, he'd take it. He'd beg for it and enjoy every second. When he enters her, she's slick and hot and neither of them can hold back their needy cries.
“Fuck...” Satine sobs, wrapping both arms around him as she rolls her hips against Taliesin's meek thrusts. “God you'd fucking love that, wouldn't you? A line of strangers pounding your ass while you eat pussy until I'm throughly satisfied.” He words could be venomous but with their shaking timbre as Taliesin thrusts up into her, they only ring as the shared fantasy neither really needs in the moment but they feel somehow compelled to finish.
“I'm so disgusting.” He doesn't mean it, not even a little. “I want it. I want it all... I want to take it all until I'm broken and sobbing and-” His breath catches and he can feel his balls throb. Giving himself permission to be aggressive, he yanks down the top of her dress with one hand and seeks out the softness of her breast, squeezing her stiff nipple in the center of his palm as he forces her down harder onto his cock. “I want to fill you up right now, you dirty fucking whore.”
Nobody else is allowed to call her tht, nobody, but on Taliesin's tongue it sounds like honeyed praise. They're both needy, open with their desires and fully willing to give each other every pleasure of their wanton flesh. “Yeah? Think your pathetic little cock is gonna get me off just making a little mess?” He can feel how flushed her skin is and yeah, he thinks it probably could. “I think you might need a real punishment if it can't.”
A shudder passes through him, partially because he knows he's on borrowed time now and any moment will fulfil his promise. Partially, he can't wait for her sweet punishing pain. The pain, thankfully, comes first in the form of her hands yanking his shirt from the loose waist of his trousers and both sets of perfectly manicured nails raking down his back. Hot ripples of pain wash over him and he realizes she's barely holding on herself. Swearing under his breath in as hushed a tone as he can manage, Taliesin forces himself up even harder, slamming into her until he can feel her wetness dripping down his sac as he comes back down to the flared base of his plug that feels like it may somehow spread him even wider than the perilous gape he's already created.
Her nails dig into his fleshy shoulders, her whole body clinging tight as Satine rides the edge of bliss. Her voice trembles, but she still manages a commanding tone when she growls against his ear. “I swear to fucking God, if you come inside me I'm going to make you pay.” Her voice drops to a hiss as his thick fingers close over her nipple and tug without restraint. “I'm gonna make you clean up every little drop of your come.” She cries out then, feeling his cock twitch and surge inside her, his seed filling her as he continues to thrust hard and fast. “Fucking asshole!” She cries out in a bare whisper, her body clenching and shuddering as she follows him over the edge, their mingled fluids staining the front of Taliesin's pants. “You're gonna start with my ass, you fucking pig.”
“Yes...” Taliesin whimpers, gasping for each ragged breath as the thrusts taper off to a gentle rocking, her nails still biting at his flesh and making his manhood twitch inside her. “Please...” He whines. “I need to-”
There's no further discussion. Satine slides off of him easily enough, letting out a softened moan when she feels the slick head of his wilting cock brush between her labia and leave behind the sticky reminder. Part of him wants to leave it, to go back out there knowing that his come is sticking to her thighs. As fun as it sounds, though, it's only good for a few minutes before reality kicks in.
She doesn't have a few minutes. Taliesin drops to his knees without a word and lifts her dress, disappearing underneath it. In one shaking breath, his hands are on her ass, spreading her open. Satine braces herself against the sink just in time for the tickle of his hungry tongue lapping over her asshole and gently pushing against the tight muscle, barely penetrating her with each eager flick. One of his strong hands closes over her hip, subtly holding both of them in position, the other explains why as two thick fingers slide easily into her dripping opening, stroking the sloppy mess he'd left behind with an eager wet slurp.
Satine's hips writhe against the sensation, her legs spreading just a little wider to accommodate Taliesin's face as he tastes her deep before pulling back to finish the task.
It'd be easy to fuck her again, Taliesin knows, his cock is already rising to the occasion and the thought of pinning her against the sink with her dress crinkling between them as the continue their revelry sounds more appealing with each lash of his tongue. He also knows the door isn't locked, and may as well be standing wide open... and there's a very real line between the thigs he imagines and the things he is ready to see happen.
This is their moment, their private revelry, and nobody will ever know just how much Satine wants to scream as fingers are replaced with tongue and she loses track of just how many times the mask brushing between her thighs is coated in her fluids.
Re: "Their Moment" For Kobold (Taliesin/Satine, semi-public quickie)
(Anonymous) - 2017-12-23 17:30 (UTC) - ExpandPercy/Vex, post-canon family fluff, PG
(Anonymous) 2017-12-21 06:23 am (UTC)(link)_________
The air was crisp and unusually cold, even for an early winter's day in Whitestone. Vex had woken early, finding her way to a certain spot in the woods via instinct as much as memory.
She heard the soft sound of footsteps, followed by a twig snap. Still alert to danger, she readied herself for a potential fight, but quickly recognized the interloper.
“Good morning, darling.” She scooted over on the bench to make room for Percy. Trinket was lying by her feet and rested his huge head on Percy's knee, looking for some gladly provided ear scratches.
“Good morning. I thought I'd find you here.” it wasn't unusual for them to keep different hours - Percy still tended to work late into the night far more often than was good for him - but her regular walks in the forest had led her to Vax's memorial more and more lately.
She leaned against her husband's side. “I miss him. Stupid thing to say really, of course I do, but I feel… connected to him more here. “
“I know what you mean.”
There was a flutter of feathers as a nearby bird took flight. Percy took Vex's hand and laced their fingers together.
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A few days later, it was Vex's turn to wake up on her own. The rumpled bedding seemed to indicate Percy had gotten up fairly recently. After a quick check to confirm that he wasn't in his workshop, Vex called Trinket to her side and headed up to the castle.
The first person she saw in the main hall was Cassandra, giving instructions to one of the guards. “Vex’ahlia, good morning. I'll glad you're here, I've been meaning to speak with you.”
“Have you seen Percy?”
“Not recently, but I believe he mentioned doing some training with the Riflemen. I could use your opinion on something, though.”
An hour later, they were both headed back to the manor, having discussed various issues with the oncoming winter.
“You really don't need to come back with me.”
“Nonsense. I should be spending more time with my sister-in-law. Besides, things tend to slow down a bit around this time of year.”
“The Winter’s Crest preparations are going well, then?”
“Oh yes, everything's going according to plan.” There was a gleam in her eye that Vex recognized, though she didn't know why.
They arrived at the house to see Percy waiting for them at the door. Trinket stopped to sniff the air and ran ahead with a happy grunt.
“What's all this, then?” As they got closer, Vex could smell the scent of cooking meat that had excited Trinket.
Percy's smile was comfortably smug. “I thought about what you said about feeling connected to our lost families, and I decided to revisit an old favorite recipe.”
Vex stared at him. “How have I never seen you cook before?”
“We got accustomed to having servants and a magical mansion.”
“Good point.” She turned to Cassandra, who was grinning slyly. “You were in on this, weren't you?”
“I may have been in charge of procuring some ingredients. And distracting you.”
“In our defense, it's very hard to surprise someone as observant as you.”
“Also a good point.” She set her cloak aside and checked out the simmering stew. “This smells amazing. No wonder Trinket’s drooling over it.”
“He'll get his share.” Percy patted the bear on the head. “Our mother used to make this on very special occasions.”
Cassandra smiled. “She always said no one else ever got the spices right. It used to drive the cooks mad.”
“I seem to remember they didn't complain about the night off.” Percy grabbed a spoon to stir the pot, releasing a fresh burst of savory aroma. “This needs to cook for quite a while yet, but it should be ready when everyone gets here.”
Their friends arrived some time later, traveling via Sun Tree courtesy of Keyleth. Kaylee was apparently in the middle of telling a rather wild story.
“-- and that was the last time that stuck-up bastard tried to pick a fight.”
“I'm so proud.” Scanlan wiped away an imaginary tear.
“You should be, old man, you taught me that one.”
A much more genuine smile crossed Scanlan's face as the group met their welcome party with hugs and greetings.
“Dinner’s almost ready,” Vex said. “Courtesy of Percy.”
“You cooked?” Keyleth gasped. “That's amazing!”
Percy looked slightly miffed. “It isn't that different from engineering. You make a plan, you get some parts and you put them together.”
“I hope this involves less exploding than your usual creations.”
Cassandra discreetly stifled a laugh. “It's an old family favorite.”
Percy nodded. “I'm sure it won't taste exactly the same, but nostalgia is always the best seasoning.”
Keyleth tilted her head. “I thought that was hunger.”
“Nah.” Grog shook his head. “It's definitely ketchup.”
Vex hung back for a moment, tapping Pike on the shoulder. “Can I talk to you privately for a moment, dear?”
“Of course.” Pike looked concerned. “Is anything wrong?”
“I don't think so. I'd just like you to check something for me.”
If her suspicions were confirmed, Vex wouldn't be the only one getting a surprise that day.
Re: Percy/Vex, post-canon family fluff, PG
(Anonymous) - 2017-12-23 17:33 (UTC) - Expandshow your little light | Critical Role RPF | Sam/Liam | E
(Anonymous) 2017-12-22 05:42 am (UTC)(link)Sam’s just disoriented because it’s already eleven here, his phone has dutifully updated to tell him that much, but their in-flight meal was at, like, five or something, and apart from that it was basically inedible. He’s chewing half-heartedly on a pretzel roughly the size of his head, eyes focused on the bright ribbon tied onto Liam’s suitcase to guide him through the crowded airport, and he is pretty sure that complaining about the time difference is just going to get him called a wuss.
So he just consumes his salt-flavored crappy giant twisted breadstick, gets in the cab when Liam hails it with what Sam would refer to as an obnoxious East Coast whistle if he didn’t have his mouth full, and tries not to look too droopy as they move through the still-busy streets toward the con hotel.
Liam opens their hotel room door and starts laughing. Sam honestly can’t figure out if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.
“Sammy, you wanna be the big spoon or the little spoon?”
Sam blinks at the queen bed. It does not turn into two double beds.
“I’m too old for this shit,” he grumbles, heading for the bathroom.
“You’re thirty-two!” he hears Liam yell as the door closes.
When he comes back out after washing his face and trying not to think too hard about how if he’d just napped on the plane instead of bouncing words back and forth with Liam—his comedy song lyrics, Liam’s script, practicing voice bits for the con, and some Shakespeare bit that Sam doesn’t quite recognize but that sounds like he could probably parody if he didn’t think it would piss Liam off that that was the only reason he was paying attention—Liam’s flopped across the bed reading the room service menu. The TV is on, a Lord of the Rings movie marathon that’s doubtless only going to be all the longer for having ad breaks.
“Dinner was disappointing,” he says without looking up. “And this is all expensive. You want to go for pizza?”
Sam stifles a yawn. “Yeah, I guess.”
He apparently didn’t stifle the yawn well enough, because Liam rolls onto his back and gives him a concerned look. “Are you really that tired?”
“It’s been a long week.” Sam sits on the edge of the bed. Oh, it’s comfortable. He already doesn’t think he’s going to be able to get back up. He toes his shoes off and bends to yank off his socks. “I’ll pay for room service if you want… I don’t really want to go back out.”
“Sure.” Liam starts reading the menu out as though it’s written in iambic pentameter; despite his weariness Sam’s laughing by the time he gets as far as lightly toasted garlic focaccia with Camembert and thinly sliced prosciutto, garnished with homegrown basil and parsley.
When he calls down to order he does that in iambic pentameter as well, then refuses to get up when there’s a knock at the door, leaving Sam to answer it.
“All the world’s a stage, huh?” the room service attendant says as she wheels in the cart and starts unloading plates. “You guys actors?” Her quick appraising glance—Sam, the one bed, Liam sprawled out like a GQ model, if GQ models ever wore Sailor Moon t-shirts—inserts the word gay before actors.
“He’s playing the horse’s ass in Equus,” Sam says with a totally straight face. Liam starts giggling behind him.
“I see.” She finishes up by setting down an ice bucket, and for a second Sam wonders if Liam’s slightly abused his offer to pay by ordering champagne. But no; the bucket just has a couple of soda bottles nestled in it. The worst case scenario is he’ll get a caffeine and sugar buzz, and honestly he doesn’t think that’s going to be enough to cut through how sleepy he is.
But sure enough, once they’ve eaten and drunk (and the focaccia turns out to just be a really expensive spin on pizza, which does not surprise him), and after they’ve already stripped down to t-shirts and boxers and figured out who’s going to sleep on which side of the bed, Sam’s still staring into the dark at midnight. He’s semi-dozing, but he’s also more awake than he was when they landed at JFK, and as well as that he’s semi-hard. He supposes he could get up and do something about the latter, but he’s not that awake. He’s lying on his side facing the window; New York is bright at night no matter how tightly the blinds are closed.
Liam is a warm solid presence beside him. A warm solid presence beside him who is suddenly a warm solid presence spooned along his back, one hand draping over his stomach. Sam can’t tell if Liam’s awake or asleep, or who Liam thinks he’s in bed with.
“I thought you were exhausted,” Liam says softly in the dark.
“So did I.”
“Want me to sing you a lullaby?”
“You’re fucking weird.”
“I know.”
Liam kisses the back of his neck.
Sam freezes and then says, carefully, “Liam, what are you doing?”
“Helping you get to sleep.” A single note of uncertainty permeates his voice. “If that’s okay.”
“I like ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star’.”
Liam kisses the side of his neck this time, hand sliding south of his waistband. “Twinkle, twinkle, little Sam—oh, not so little after all.”
“No,” Sam agrees, twisting so he can kiss Liam’s mouth and stop the singing before he forms a semantic connection that’ll give him a boner every time he listens to the damn song. Liam sighs against his lips, a validated noise, and as Sam’s tongue slips against his, his hand works its way into Sam’s boxers. Sam whimpers when his fingers wrap around his cock, which is all the way awake now.
The rest of him isn’t nearly as tired any more either.
His own palm moves to rest on Liam’s lower back, encouraging him closer, pushing up under his t-shirt until Liam makes a frustrated noise and pulls away long enough to take it off. Sam wriggles out of his own t-shirt—boxers too, just for good measure—and when Liam sees him do so it becomes a race to see who can strip fastest.
When they come back together, bare skin against bare skin, obviously they both won.
Sam feels like he’s clumsily pawing at Liam in comparison to Liam’s sure, steady strokes, but if Liam minds he doesn’t say anything. Certainly the hard hot length of his cock in Sam’s hand isn’t complaining. They’re pressed closely enough that even if his hand falters, there’s another warm stretch of skin for Liam to rub against.
There are no more words; they don’t need spoken language to communicate now. Aside from the obligatory oh God and fuck, Liam and yes, yes, yes, it’s all about movement, about racing hearts and quickening breaths, about stuttering hips and gasping whimpers.
Sam comes into his best friend’s hand with his best friend’s name on his lips. With his best friend’s lips on his lips for that matter, catching the sound, echoing it back to him as his own name. Sam flops against Liam, his forehead resting against Liam’s; Liam kisses the tip of his nose then each cheek until their mouths meet again, slow and lazy.
“Clean up?” Sam asks muzzily after a minute or so.
Liam lifts his hand to his mouth and showily licks the palm clean, sucking each finger one by one. Sam’s frozen again and making a very interesting noise by the second finger.
“There are tissues,” he manages as Liam sticks his thumb in his mouth, sucking Sam’s come—or maybe his own, Sam doesn’t exactly have time to run a DNA test on it—off and swallowing it with apparent relish.
“Sorry,” Liam says. “I prefer a more natural approach.” And with that he wriggles down the bed to lick Sam clean, tongue darting over Sam’s sensitive skin and making him gasp. Then suddenly his mouth is on Sam’s hand, sucking his fingers clean and Sam outright moans.
Liam does avail himself of the tissues for his own cleanup, leaving Sam wondering if he should’ve offered. Liam doesn’t seem to care, though, carelessly wiping the last spatters out of his happy trail before tossing the wadded-up tissue in the general direction of the trash.
“God, Liam… that was amazing.”
“I would’ve sucked myself clean, but I haven’t been able to do that for years,” Liam says.
“Ngh,” Sam says eloquently.
Liam cuddles back up to him, pulling Sam’s back to his front, arm around his waist, breath warm on Sam’s neck. “Think you can sleep now?”
“In a physical sense? Yes. I might have trouble getting my brain to shut up, though.”
“Oh. Okay, so tomorrow night I should suck your brain out through your dick so you don’t have to think either, yeah?”
“You’re fucking weird, Liam.”
“I’m a problem solver.”
Sam grins into the semi-darkness. “Yes, you are.” His hand goes over Lam’s on his stomach, fingers intertwining. “And I’m privileged to have been the problem.”
“I very firmly feel you’re an asset to this bed,” Liam kisses the back of his neck again. “Now sleep.”
Sam does, to his surprise; apparently caffeine, sugar, and endorphins aren’t enough to combat the post-orgasmic bliss of Liam-snuggles.
He does, however, hope that Liam makes good on his suggestion about the next night’s insomnia cure.
Re: show your little light | Critical Role RPF | Sam/Liam | E
(Anonymous) - 2017-12-23 16:14 (UTC) - ExpandRe: show your little light | Critical Role RPF | Sam/Liam | E
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