#pssst not really though that's just the lie chil tells himself so he can go through with it

[fenfyre]

Forbidden Fruit - Part I

The tavern was packed and dimly lit, a cacophony of scents and noises that was almost enough to give Chilchuck a headache. Good. Seated at the counter he let his gaze wander across the crowd while he waited for his order. No faces he recognized, no voices that stood out to him. Even better.

It was only after he had made absolutely sure nobody here would recognize him that he let his eyes flick over to the broad figure at the very back of the room. The man, occupying a table by himself, had not stopped staring at him since he entered the tavern and Chilchuck met his golden eyes for just a second before looking away again.

This was so unprofessional.

But Chilchuck would not be here if there were any other way to deal with the … situation. He tried. Gods had he tried. And failed. Better to get this over with here and now than to suffer through another endless mission with this unresolved thing between them. So when the innkeeper set down two heavy mugs of ale next to him he grabbed them and, with one last, steadying breath, headed over towards the table in the far back.

"Well, hello handsome", he grinned, almost shouting over the noise of the tavern. "You here all by yourself?" It was cheesy but that did not matter. He was not here to woo anyone, he just needed to set the scene.

"Uh", the man mumbled, still taller than Chilchuck even when seated. His eyes were big as they flitted across the room, then landed back on Chilchuck, brows creased just slightly. "I uh, suppose so. Yes?"

Chilchuck nodded both in agreement and to show he was pleased with the answer. He took a seat next to the stranger without waiting for permission, sliding just a bit too close on the bench as he set down both mugs.

"Good. You don't mind me inviting you for a drink, do you?"

Neither did he wait for an answer before he let his hand wander below the table where he found a thick thigh to squeeze. Scratching his nails across the rough fabric of the breeches and digging his fingers into strong cords of muscle. The single touch after months of self control was enough to have him half hard. But to his delight the tallman next to him was not faring much better, pale face flushing and eyes looking anywhere but down at him.

"I've seen you watching me from across the room", Chilchuck continued, nonchalant, as he reached for his mug and took a deep swig. The ale was sweet and left a refreshing, sour taste on his tongue as he swallowed. Slow and languid, savouring. Preparing himself for his next words. Too fast, but they were already clawing at the insides of his teeth and Chilchuck was impatient. Especially after that first touch left him yearning for more.

He squeezed again, noting a tremble to the thigh.

"So if you'd prefer to skip the drink ... I have a room upstairs."

For a moment the tallman was frozen, even his trembling thigh finding stillness. Then he grabbed the mug with both hands and emptied it with quick, greedy gulps. His thumb was still chasing a stray droplet down his chin when he set the mug down again moments later. Sucking the spilled ale from his thumb he looked down at Chilchuck, eyes wide, and nodded.

"I would enjoy that."

His breath was sour-sweet. Chilchuck wanted to climb him.

Not here, though. He mustered enough self control to retrieve his hand and slip out from behind the table. He did not have to look back as he headed for the stairs. The sound of hasty steps following him was enough.

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The door to his room fell closed with a thud and immediately Chilchuck was pushed up against it as the tallman leaned down to devour him. The kiss tasted of sweet and sour ale, of copper and greed, and Chilchuck was hard pressed to meet it with the same fervour of nipping teeth and sliding tongues.

He had debated with himself about this for longer than he would like to admit, debated whether he should allow the tallman to kiss him tonight. But in the end he knew they needed to get everything they wanted out of this if it was supposed to work. That holding back and drawing lines would only cement the next, enticing thing to yearn for. Especially if the thing they were left yearning for was something as mouth watering as these kinds of kisses.

So Chilchuck leaned back with a low groan and allowed himself to be devoured, meeting that insistent tongue as best he could. Trying to ground himself his fingers curled into the fabric of the tallman's tunic, pulling himself up to meet the kisses with more leverage.

Then clumsy fingers found the buttons of his doublet and Chilchuck got distracted by the attempts to undress him. Soon his more nimble hands joined them and together they opened the buttons. The force with which his doublet was ripped from his body left him breathless, unsteady, and there was nothing he could do but comply when next his shirt was lifted over his head and flung to the side.

With their kiss interrupted golden eyes stared down at him, fiery and wanton. But when the tallman leaned closer again it was not for another kiss. It was to nuzzle his face into the crook of Chilchuck's neck, large hands coming to circle his bare waist as he inhaled deeply.

"Chil...", the tallman whispered between breaths, teeth finding the junction of his shoulder for a quick, harsh bite. "Chil, you smell so good ... taste ... so good..."

A hot shiver ran down Chilchuck's spine and for a second he was reeling. Then he let out a low hiss and slapped the back of his hand against the tallman's chest.

"Shut the fuck up, Laios", he reprimanded. "We don't know each other, remember?"

Above him Laios stiffened, then pulled back from his neck enough to throw Chilchuck an abashed look, eyebrows drawn together and lips curled tight.

"Right...", he murmured, eyes shimmering in the low light of the room. "Sorry..."

Something in Chilchuck's chest pulled tight at that look. When exactly had he gotten this ... soft for the other man? It did not matter. What mattered was that he solved this problem. That was something he could do. Something he always ended up doing. Solving problems.

He sighed, reached up to press his palm against Laios' chest. To keep him from diving down again any moment now.

"It's alright, I'll help you shut up", he said, glancing over at the bed. "Lie down."

Without pause or preamble Laios dropped to his knees right in front of Chilchuck, face alight with curiosity and an ever present readiness to please. Chilchuck almost choked at the sight, throbbing in his breeches at the relaxed implicitness Laios followed his order with.

"On the bed, idiot!", he hissed before Laios could continue and stretch out on the cold, hard ground for him. No questions asked, no hesitation. What was he supposed to do with that?

"Oh, uh ... yes, sir!"

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Part II

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