Dezolis was too damn cold for someone brought up under Motavia’s blazing hot sun. Or anyone remotely sane, really. So naturally it made perfect sense for Rune to be completely and utterly comfortable in the stinging cold winds without even needing to roll down his sleeves.
“Keep moving, shorty!” the tall Esper called, and he could feel his eyebrow twitch violently. Thankfully the group had almost reached the small town of Tyler, where Raja assured them there would be an inn and blazing fires and most importantly, beds weighed down with heavy blankets.
“Bite me, you arrogant blue beanpole,” he grumbled under his breath, scowling at Rune’s cloak and taking an irrational amount of pleasure from it’s tattered state.
Rune laughed again and swooped in with a grin, wrapping his arms and the edges of his cloak around the smaller Hunter. Chaz stiffened momentarily, before realising that he was suddenly delightfully warm, far warmer than just being held would make him.
“Cheeky bastard,” he muttered, even as he tried to lean a little further back into the hold. Typical Rune... managing to be surprisingly thoughtful and an utter bastard at the same time.
“Just move your short legs before I decide to stop taking pity on you.” He huffed softly, briefly considering elbowing the smug git in the stomach, but decided he’d rather stay warm long enough to get to the inn in one piece. He could always elbow him later.
Wren had gone on ahead, being all but unaffected by the cold and able to leave a clear trail for them to follow, and had already settled the issue of rooms by the time the rest of them stumbled in out of the cold winds, snow falling from their clothes. Rika was sharing with the stoic android – despite his near lack of emotions, his protectiveness of his student was powerful – and Raja had been ‘gifted’ a room on his own. Rune shared a brief secretive smile with Chaz, squeezing his shoulder twice before heading upstairs.
He was signalling that he was both in the mood and particularly eager – two squeezes meant two minutes.
After a crash from orbit, a long and trudging walk through knee-deep snow, and having to listen to Raja’s interminable, endless puns, the thought of having his mind utterly blown was more than welcome. It was perfect.
Rune pounced him the instant the door was shut, slamming him up against the thick wood and capturing his lips in an intense, merciless kiss that took his breath away.
“Smug bastard...” he managed when the kiss was broken, trembling a little and arching into Rune’s roaming hands as he tugged desperately at the straps holding his armour on. “Gonna... pin you... one of these days...”
“In your wet dreams.” His armour fell with a series of thuds, and he was suddenly lying across one of the long, slender beds with Rune above him, hair loose, eyes bright with lust. He looked like some kind of ancient god of sex come to life, or maybe a spirit of carnal desires...
“I mean it...” he started, breaking off into an embarrassed cry when Rune simply pulled his shirt and jacket off in one wild movement, attacking his nipples with sharp tweaks and pinches. “I’m going to... to... ngh... You utter bastard...”
“I know, I know, you’re going to get the drop on me and fuck my brains out. Now stop talking and start moaning.” His hand slid into Chaz’s pants and wrapped firmly around his stiffening cock, stroking gently until he arched and keened desperately. “That’s more like it.”
Chaz whimpered breathily as Rune’s slender fingers left his groin to work on his clothes, just coherent enough to wriggle desperately out of his pants. He couldn’t keep from staring at the Esper’s clothes fell away, never tiring of watching his lean pale skin being revealed bit by bit.
“Smug git,” he moaned, trembling in anticipation as Rune’s erection sprang free of his pants, as proud and as tempting as ever.
“Lie back, shorty,” Rune said, pushing him back onto the bed and nuzzling at his neck.
“B... nnn... Beanpole!” He arched with a soft but desperate cry as Rune’s fingers trailed down his spine, a familiar thread of energy tingling through him as the wizard used a lubrication spell, his fingers becoming slick and slippery as it took hold.
“Beanpole with a beanpole,” he said with a shameless grin, slipping a couple of fingers into the young hunter before he had the chance to retort, moaning appreciatively at the way he squirmed and whimpered when his fingers curled just right.
Chaz writhed and moaned as he was opened, barely even registering when a supporting arm wrapped around his waist and pulled him up against Rune’s chest. He whimpered at a particularly nice thrust of the fingers and clung to him tightly, his breath coming in soft and needy gasps.
“Ready?” Rune murmured, and he nodded hazily. Rune wrapped his hands around his waist and pulled him up, guiding him into position and pushing in with a single sharp thrust. Chaz arched and let out a breathy scream, digging his nails into the Esper’s back needily.
They set a slow, comfortable pace, wrapped comfortably around each other, taking time to simply enjoy the first time alone they’d managed in more than a week. It seemed like the more progress they made on their quest, the less time they had for each other. Initially their relationship had been a way of seeking comfort after Alys’ passing, but it hadn’t taken long to turn into genuine affection.
Incredibly snarky affection that involved no small amount of name-calling, but affection nonetheless.
Eventually Rune pushed Chaz back onto the bed, pinning his hands over his head with one hand and stroking him firmly with the other until he wailed and thrashed with impending release.
A last particularly well-aimed thrust and stroke sent him spiralling over the edge with a wild shriek, a rush of heat and a sharp bite to the shoulder signalling Rune’s release.
The Esper collapsed across the Hunter and held him close, and Chaz buried himself in the embrace happily. He felt warm and safe like this, and he’d be damned if he was going to ruin it. Besides, he was tired, and a small yawn escaped him before he could catch it.
FIC: Rune/Chaz, shorty [MA]
“Keep moving, shorty!” the tall Esper called, and he could feel his eyebrow twitch violently. Thankfully the group had almost reached the small town of Tyler, where Raja assured them there would be an inn and blazing fires and most importantly, beds weighed down with heavy blankets.
“Bite me, you arrogant blue beanpole,” he grumbled under his breath, scowling at Rune’s cloak and taking an irrational amount of pleasure from it’s tattered state.
Rune laughed again and swooped in with a grin, wrapping his arms and the edges of his cloak around the smaller Hunter. Chaz stiffened momentarily, before realising that he was suddenly delightfully warm, far warmer than just being held would make him.
“Cheeky bastard,” he muttered, even as he tried to lean a little further back into the hold. Typical Rune... managing to be surprisingly thoughtful and an utter bastard at the same time.
“Just move your short legs before I decide to stop taking pity on you.” He huffed softly, briefly considering elbowing the smug git in the stomach, but decided he’d rather stay warm long enough to get to the inn in one piece. He could always elbow him later.
Wren had gone on ahead, being all but unaffected by the cold and able to leave a clear trail for them to follow, and had already settled the issue of rooms by the time the rest of them stumbled in out of the cold winds, snow falling from their clothes. Rika was sharing with the stoic android – despite his near lack of emotions, his protectiveness of his student was powerful – and Raja had been ‘gifted’ a room on his own. Rune shared a brief secretive smile with Chaz, squeezing his shoulder twice before heading upstairs.
He was signalling that he was both in the mood and particularly eager – two squeezes meant two minutes.
After a crash from orbit, a long and trudging walk through knee-deep snow, and having to listen to Raja’s interminable, endless puns, the thought of having his mind utterly blown was more than welcome. It was perfect.
Rune pounced him the instant the door was shut, slamming him up against the thick wood and capturing his lips in an intense, merciless kiss that took his breath away.
“Smug bastard...” he managed when the kiss was broken, trembling a little and arching into Rune’s roaming hands as he tugged desperately at the straps holding his armour on. “Gonna... pin you... one of these days...”
“In your wet dreams.” His armour fell with a series of thuds, and he was suddenly lying across one of the long, slender beds with Rune above him, hair loose, eyes bright with lust. He looked like some kind of ancient god of sex come to life, or maybe a spirit of carnal desires...
“I mean it...” he started, breaking off into an embarrassed cry when Rune simply pulled his shirt and jacket off in one wild movement, attacking his nipples with sharp tweaks and pinches. “I’m going to... to... ngh... You utter bastard...”
“I know, I know, you’re going to get the drop on me and fuck my brains out. Now stop talking and start moaning.” His hand slid into Chaz’s pants and wrapped firmly around his stiffening cock, stroking gently until he arched and keened desperately. “That’s more like it.”
Chaz whimpered breathily as Rune’s slender fingers left his groin to work on his clothes, just coherent enough to wriggle desperately out of his pants. He couldn’t keep from staring at the Esper’s clothes fell away, never tiring of watching his lean pale skin being revealed bit by bit.
“Smug git,” he moaned, trembling in anticipation as Rune’s erection sprang free of his pants, as proud and as tempting as ever.
“Lie back, shorty,” Rune said, pushing him back onto the bed and nuzzling at his neck.
“B... nnn... Beanpole!” He arched with a soft but desperate cry as Rune’s fingers trailed down his spine, a familiar thread of energy tingling through him as the wizard used a lubrication spell, his fingers becoming slick and slippery as it took hold.
“Beanpole with a beanpole,” he said with a shameless grin, slipping a couple of fingers into the young hunter before he had the chance to retort, moaning appreciatively at the way he squirmed and whimpered when his fingers curled just right.
Chaz writhed and moaned as he was opened, barely even registering when a supporting arm wrapped around his waist and pulled him up against Rune’s chest. He whimpered at a particularly nice thrust of the fingers and clung to him tightly, his breath coming in soft and needy gasps.
“Ready?” Rune murmured, and he nodded hazily. Rune wrapped his hands around his waist and pulled him up, guiding him into position and pushing in with a single sharp thrust. Chaz arched and let out a breathy scream, digging his nails into the Esper’s back needily.
They set a slow, comfortable pace, wrapped comfortably around each other, taking time to simply enjoy the first time alone they’d managed in more than a week. It seemed like the more progress they made on their quest, the less time they had for each other. Initially their relationship had been a way of seeking comfort after Alys’ passing, but it hadn’t taken long to turn into genuine affection.
Incredibly snarky affection that involved no small amount of name-calling, but affection nonetheless.
Eventually Rune pushed Chaz back onto the bed, pinning his hands over his head with one hand and stroking him firmly with the other until he wailed and thrashed with impending release.
A last particularly well-aimed thrust and stroke sent him spiralling over the edge with a wild shriek, a rush of heat and a sharp bite to the shoulder signalling Rune’s release.
The Esper collapsed across the Hunter and held him close, and Chaz buried himself in the embrace happily. He felt warm and safe like this, and he’d be damned if he was going to ruin it. Besides, he was tired, and a small yawn escaped him before he could catch it.
“Heh... get some sleepy, shorty.”
“Love you too, you arrogant bastard.”