I also wrote up a little something, because it got into my brain and I had to. It's cross-posted to AO3 (http://archiveofourown.org/works/8808619).
It's been different these days, ever since the Liam-and-Matt thing turned into the Liam-and-Matt-and-Marisha-and-Laura-and-Travis thing, and there's always been kind of a Liam-and-Sam thing brewing under the surface, and the Marisha-and-Taliesin thing has always been suspect, and if Laura-and-Ashley hasn't happened yet it's bound to the next time she's in town, and, well, Liam's been keeping his mind very, very open in the past couple months.
So when Liam says that thing about making out in the other room... even he's not sure if he's kidding or not. And Taliesin's flushed pinker than usual, and Laura rolls her eyes and huffs, and it's all making him way more flustered than he has the right to be. As Matt goes into exposition, Liam crosses his arms, takes a deep breath and tries to focus his mind on Exandria, at least for the time being.
He turns toward Laura, but some stupid part of himself makes him look once more over his shoulder when Taliesin and Marisha toss out a joke, makes him share A Look with Taliesin, and shit, that makes him feel all sorts of weirdly fluttery, damn it. He breathes, leans into Laura, rubs his hands together. It'll be normal, he tells himself. It will be so very normal.
An hour goes by, and when the thought comes to mind he pushes it down, focuses on the game. But with break time called, he can't turn his thoughts away any longer. He sits for a moment, arms crossed, then follows Laura and Travis' lead and rises from the table. Taliesin's still sitting. He moves to the end, runs a hand through his hair. Taliesin's still sitting. Feeling adrift, he makes his way offset.
There's a quiet little alcove off the studio hallway, and Liam heads there, in theory to get some introvert-recharge time but in reality to get a good pace-back-and-forth in out of the view of the rest of the group. He's only gotten one back and two forths in, though, before he hears a distinctive hum. Doo, doo-doo-doo, dm-dm-dooo... Shit. Liam shoves his hands in his pockets.
"How could I ever know..." Taliesin sings softly as he approaches, breaking into a grin that Liam can't help but match.
"How could I ever know?" he sings back, and it's cheesy but he can't help loving it, sort of like The Secret Garden itself.
"Y'know," Taliesin says as he leans casually against the wall of the alcove, "I actually never made out with any theatre kids in high school."
"Really?" Liam ceases his pacing, stands still.
"Yeah, the theatre kids were too cool for me. I made out with the D&D nerds." The side of Taliesin's mouth quirks up, and okay, maybe Liam's never been great at reading signs, but that's got to be one.
"You didn't miss much," Liam says as he makes his way over to lean against the same wall. As he looks over, Taliesin's face is really close, pale eyes looking up at him with a scheming twinkle.
"Never too late to try, right?" Taliesin mutters, and then his hand is on Liam's elbow and his lips are brushing against Liam's. They're really soft, and that's what the whole feeling of the moment is, soft, the smooth fabric of Taliesin's sweater under Liam's hands as he presses them to his waist, the quiet sounds their mouths make as they slip together into a deeper kiss, the light huff of air against Liam's cheek as Tal breathes out in a sigh.
Liam curves his body toward Taliesin's and keeps curving, bracketing him against the wall, not forcefully but just enough to cage him in a little, make it clear this is happening. Taliesin's got one hand in Liam's hair, stroking at the back of his head, and if Liam's lips weren't otherwise occupied he'd be purring at that. He runs his own nails over the short, silver hair at the side of Taliesin's head, then up through the longer bits, and Tal does moan ever-so-quietly into Liam's mouth. It's a pretty noise; Liam really wants to hear it again, preferably louder, but that's a goal for another time.
Taliesin's tongue sweeps hot into Liam's mouth, and their hips angle together, and fuck, if they had more than ten minutes, this could be something even more awesome, but now isn't right for that, not when they've never known each other in this particular way. And there's something great about the innocence of it, like he is back in high school again, that first relationship with all its public unsubtlety. Anyone walking down the hall would see them, but that doesn't make him want to stop.
"We're gonna get caught," Taliesin whispers when Liam breaks off the kiss to trail down Tal's jaw, like he's read Liam's mind. He angles his head up all the same as Liam bends his head down to move toward his neck.
"Fuck it," Liam murmurs against Taliesin's throat. He presses kisses to the skin, grazes with his teeth - not enough to mark, just enough to taste that pretty, pink-flushed skin. He can feel the movement of the muscles inside as Taliesin grits down sound, the pounding of blood. Taliesin runs fingers just under the hem of Liam's shirt, a dancing touch over the small of his back.
Their mouths meet again, a desperate clash of tongue and teeth this time, but it's only a moment before Liam hears voices down the hall - the group's starting to join back up again for the rest of the game. He drags his teeth over Taliesin's lower lip as he breaks the kiss.
"Time's up," Taliesin murmurs. He teases the tips of his fingers just under the waistband of Liam's jeans. "To be continued?" Liam lays a hand to Taliesin's cheek.
"Definitely," Liam says before planting one last kiss on his lips. He steps back, runs a hand through his hair, rucks his shirt back down. And then he walks away.
"Break Time", Liam/Taliesin, T, 1/1
It's been different these days, ever since the Liam-and-Matt thing turned into the Liam-and-Matt-and-Marisha-and-Laura-and-Travis thing, and there's always been kind of a Liam-and-Sam thing brewing under the surface, and the Marisha-and-Taliesin thing has always been suspect, and if Laura-and-Ashley hasn't happened yet it's bound to the next time she's in town, and, well, Liam's been keeping his mind very, very open in the past couple months.
So when Liam says that thing about making out in the other room... even he's not sure if he's kidding or not. And Taliesin's flushed pinker than usual, and Laura rolls her eyes and huffs, and it's all making him way more flustered than he has the right to be. As Matt goes into exposition, Liam crosses his arms, takes a deep breath and tries to focus his mind on Exandria, at least for the time being.
He turns toward Laura, but some stupid part of himself makes him look once more over his shoulder when Taliesin and Marisha toss out a joke, makes him share A Look with Taliesin, and shit, that makes him feel all sorts of weirdly fluttery, damn it. He breathes, leans into Laura, rubs his hands together. It'll be normal, he tells himself. It will be so very normal.
An hour goes by, and when the thought comes to mind he pushes it down, focuses on the game. But with break time called, he can't turn his thoughts away any longer. He sits for a moment, arms crossed, then follows Laura and Travis' lead and rises from the table. Taliesin's still sitting. He moves to the end, runs a hand through his hair. Taliesin's still sitting. Feeling adrift, he makes his way offset.
There's a quiet little alcove off the studio hallway, and Liam heads there, in theory to get some introvert-recharge time but in reality to get a good pace-back-and-forth in out of the view of the rest of the group. He's only gotten one back and two forths in, though, before he hears a distinctive hum. Doo, doo-doo-doo, dm-dm-dooo... Shit. Liam shoves his hands in his pockets.
"How could I ever know..." Taliesin sings softly as he approaches, breaking into a grin that Liam can't help but match.
"How could I ever know?" he sings back, and it's cheesy but he can't help loving it, sort of like The Secret Garden itself.
"Y'know," Taliesin says as he leans casually against the wall of the alcove, "I actually never made out with any theatre kids in high school."
"Really?" Liam ceases his pacing, stands still.
"Yeah, the theatre kids were too cool for me. I made out with the D&D nerds." The side of Taliesin's mouth quirks up, and okay, maybe Liam's never been great at reading signs, but that's got to be one.
"You didn't miss much," Liam says as he makes his way over to lean against the same wall. As he looks over, Taliesin's face is really close, pale eyes looking up at him with a scheming twinkle.
"Never too late to try, right?" Taliesin mutters, and then his hand is on Liam's elbow and his lips are brushing against Liam's. They're really soft, and that's what the whole feeling of the moment is, soft, the smooth fabric of Taliesin's sweater under Liam's hands as he presses them to his waist, the quiet sounds their mouths make as they slip together into a deeper kiss, the light huff of air against Liam's cheek as Tal breathes out in a sigh.
Liam curves his body toward Taliesin's and keeps curving, bracketing him against the wall, not forcefully but just enough to cage him in a little, make it clear this is happening. Taliesin's got one hand in Liam's hair, stroking at the back of his head, and if Liam's lips weren't otherwise occupied he'd be purring at that. He runs his own nails over the short, silver hair at the side of Taliesin's head, then up through the longer bits, and Tal does moan ever-so-quietly into Liam's mouth. It's a pretty noise; Liam really wants to hear it again, preferably louder, but that's a goal for another time.
Taliesin's tongue sweeps hot into Liam's mouth, and their hips angle together, and fuck, if they had more than ten minutes, this could be something even more awesome, but now isn't right for that, not when they've never known each other in this particular way. And there's something great about the innocence of it, like he is back in high school again, that first relationship with all its public unsubtlety. Anyone walking down the hall would see them, but that doesn't make him want to stop.
"We're gonna get caught," Taliesin whispers when Liam breaks off the kiss to trail down Tal's jaw, like he's read Liam's mind. He angles his head up all the same as Liam bends his head down to move toward his neck.
"Fuck it," Liam murmurs against Taliesin's throat. He presses kisses to the skin, grazes with his teeth - not enough to mark, just enough to taste that pretty, pink-flushed skin. He can feel the movement of the muscles inside as Taliesin grits down sound, the pounding of blood. Taliesin runs fingers just under the hem of Liam's shirt, a dancing touch over the small of his back.
Their mouths meet again, a desperate clash of tongue and teeth this time, but it's only a moment before Liam hears voices down the hall - the group's starting to join back up again for the rest of the game. He drags his teeth over Taliesin's lower lip as he breaks the kiss.
"Time's up," Taliesin murmurs. He teases the tips of his fingers just under the waistband of Liam's jeans. "To be continued?" Liam lays a hand to Taliesin's cheek.
"Definitely," Liam says before planting one last kiss on his lips. He steps back, runs a hand through his hair, rucks his shirt back down. And then he walks away.