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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Dungeons_&_Dragons_(Roleplaying_Game), QDND
  Relationship:
      Tanum_MacHault/Arnam_Kingstar
  Character:
      Tanum_MacHault, Arnam_Kingstar
  Series:
      Part 2 of DND_Fic
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-03-13 Words: 2876
****** Tanum Has Sex With All His Friends Part 2 ******
by tannoreth
Summary
     It’s been over a week now, Tanum writes, and then pauses to chew on
     the end of his pen. It had been ten days, fourteen hours, and, um,
     somewhere between 15 to 45 minutes depending on whether you counted
     from the beginning or the end, but even in a private diary he isn’t
     sure if he’s willing to go into that level of detail. Counting hours
     and minutes is embarrassing even in his head. We haven’t talked
     about- he starts, and then crosses that out. Havi hasn’t brought it
     up.
It’s been over a week now,Tanum writes, and then pauses to chew on the end of
his pen. It had been ten days, fourteen hours, and, um, somewhere between 15 to
45 minutes depending on whether you counted from the beginning or the end, but
even in a private diary he isn’t sure if he’s willing to go into that level of
detail. Counting hours and minutes is embarrassing even in his head. We haven’t
talked about-he starts, and then crosses that out. Havi hasn’t brought it up.
The bell above the door rings, and Tanum looks up from the seat behind the
counter of the shop where he’s curled around the leather diary (journal!
Journals were cooler, journals were for adults, not dumb teenagers worrying
about dumb events-that-in-retrospect-may-have-been-mistakes they made with
their best friends).
Arnam comes into the shop, and Tanum quickly shuts the journal. Arnam is, well,
fine, and they’re friends, but…
Arnam isn’t the kind of guy who you wanted to talk to about your big fat crush
on your best friend who you might’ve accidentally had sex with and then neither
of you had mentioned the incident for ten days afterward. The Incident,
actually. It already has capital letters in Tanum’s head.
Anyway, Arnam isn’t the kind of guy you talked to about that stuff.
But, of course, even though they are friends and all, Arnam is the kind of guy
who knows exactly what questions you don’t want him to ask, and then asks them
anyway. “Hey, Tanum. What are you writing about looking all deadly serious?” he
says, sitting on the counter and leaning over idly to open the journal.
Tanum snatches it back. “Private stuff. None of your business! A guy can have
his own private thoughts, can’t he?”
Arnam grins a fancy grin and runs a hand through his fancy white hair. He’s
always turned out perfectly, and it’s not that Tanum feels inadequate exactly,
because Tanum knows he’s also cute enough, but, well, when you didn’t have the
money for fancy clothes and haircuts… “What, like stuff about your girlfriend?”
Tanum is proud that he only pauses for a moment before shrugging and saying
mulishly, “I said it’s none of your business.”
“Your boyfriend, then?” Arnam teases, and shit, Tanum clenches his jaw praying
that it doesn’t happen, but it’s the curse of being red-headed and he knows
that color blooms across his cheeks.
Arnam looks slightly taken aback, but then brings his legs up, spins around so
he’s facing Tanum behind the counter, and leans forward eagerly. “Who is it?
Someone I know?”
“I said,it’s none of your business, shut up and go away if you’re just going to
be a pain in the ass!” Tanum snaps.
Arnam glowers at him, then tries to grab the journal from Tanum. Tanum jerks it
away, but Arnam jumps off the edge of the counter and goes for it again, and
Tanum is forced to lunge out of Arnam’s way. Arnam bats at Tanum’s hand, and he
almost drops the book, but instead mutters a quick spell and the journal rises
into the air to dangle tantalizingly above their heads, out of reach. He grins
triumphantly at Arnam.
That is, until Arnam stands on his tiptoes and snatches the book with the tips
of his fingers, because Tanum had forgotten to take into account that Arnam was
a couple of inches taller than him. He feels his stomach drop as Arnam grabs
the book, and attacks Arnam before he can so much as crack the cover.
Under the rain of blows from Tanum, Arnam is forced to drop the book and grab
Tanum’s wrists. Tanum quickly kicks the journal out of reach of both of them,
and they stand there breathing heavily and glaring at each other.
Arnam twists his mouth into a rueful smile. “Guess your secret boyfriend really
issecret, huh?”
“I don’t have a boyfriend!” Tanum shouts, and since his arms are still being
held, aims a kick at Arnam’s shins.
Arnam deftly sidesteps the kick, and when Tanum is off balance, pushes him back
against the wall so there’s no room between them for Tanum to kick him again.
“What is it then, unrequited love?” he jeers, and Tanum squirms with
discomfort.
“Is it Haaaavi?” Arnam breathes that right into his ear, drawing out Havi’s
name, and Tanum’s whole body shivers, except instead of cold its heat that
burns across his skin. He also feels himself go red all the way to the tips of
his ears at the (correct) guess. Goddammit!
Also, uh, what? Up until now it was just a fight, but that was definitely.
Something else. Something else for sure.
He feels Arnam’s teeth nip his earlobe and he squirms again. “What the hell,
man?” he says, his voice coming out a lot squeakier than he really meant it to.
“Well,” Arnam says. “If you don’t have a boyfriend, this is fine, right?”
“Ah,” says Tanum. There’s…definitely some logic missing there, and he’s still
pissed at Arnam anyway, but Arnam presses the length of his body against
Tanum’s and Tanum thinks, Well…
He can’t help but look reflexively over at the door, trying to remember what
time it is, trying to remember when Havi said he was coming over. Not that,
like, there’s any reason Havi shouldn’t know about this. It had been ten days
and Havi hadn’t said anything, clearlyit didn’t mean much to him. It wasn’t
like they were dating.
Arnam tries to kiss him on the mouth, and Tanum turns his face away, saying,
“Ugh, no.” Arnam looks horribly offended at that and bites Tanum’s lower lip
anyway. Okay, he’ll admit that isn’t bad,but Tanum pulls away from the kiss.
Arnam glares at him and releases one of Tanum’s hands to wind his hand into
Tanum’s hair, jerking his head back.
But really, Tanum thinks, he shouldn’t worry. It’s none of Havi’s business who
Tanum does it with. It’s none of Tanum’s business who Havi does it with either.
It was a one-time thing. Just like this…whatever Arnam is going for here…is a
one-time thing. Yeah.
He’s jerked back to reality when Arnam bites down on his neck, hard enough to
bruise although not break the skin, and Tanum whines, an involuntary desperate
sound. Tanum grew up with older brothers, he knows how to take a hit. But now,
with his skin already hot and sensitive, it feels different from fighting with
his siblings. The sting of the bite makes his whole body tingle and he arches
his neck against Arnam’s mouth. He can hear the ugly smirk when Arnam responds
in his best high-born voice, breath hot against the painful spot, “Just the
kind of reaction one would expect from a poor shopkeeper.”
It’s stupidly antagonistic. Even Tanum can tell it’s just meant to provoke him
to take this further, but he takes the bait anyway. He grabs the front of
Arnam’s shirt and drags him down behind the counter – pile of junk with planks
on top really, plenty of cover for doing...stuff like this.
They briefly struggle on the floor, and Tanum ends up on top straddling Arnam’s
lap, both of them panting slightly from the scuffle. In retort, Arnam bites his
neck again, then his collarbone, and slides his hands up over Tanum’s stomach,
scratching lightly. Tanum clenches his fists in the back of Arnam’s shirt,
fighting not to make a noise. Okay, as fights go this is kind of a weird one,
but he is not going to lose!
Tanum gets some satisfaction from tearing open Arnam’s probably expensive
shirt. The buttons fly everywhere, and in the messy shop there’s no way Arnam
will find them all again. Arnam makes a surprised noise, and he slides his
hands down Arnam’s chest – he’s in good shape where Tanum is soft around the
stomach, which just makes Tanum more annoyed – and reaches to undo his belt,
hoping he can find a way to wreck that too, when –
They both freeze instantly when the doorbell rings again. Tanum yanks down his
shirt and – no, there’s nothing he can do about his hair anyway – jumps
upright, fumbling to get his glasses straight. “Sorry, I was just – dropped my
glasses, looking for them on the floor – “
Thank the Gods it isn’t Havi, but a dwarf who gives him a slightly strained
smile and starts browsing the shop. Tanum stands behind the counter, trying to
subtly kick Arnam out of the way, hoping Arnam will take the hint and crawl
into the back room.
He doesn’t, because apparently he’s decided to be a complete shithead today.
Instead he backs up into the nook underneath the counter and starts undoing the
buttons on Tanum’s pants. Panicking slightly, Tanum kicks him harder, carefully
watching the dwarf, but the counter is more than waist-high and the dwarf looks
absorbed in the book he’s browsing. Tanum looks down into Arnam’s smirking face
and shakes his head violently. Arnam just raises one eyebrow – because he can
do that, of course – and takes Tanum into his mouth.
Tanum makes a quickly cut-off noise like “Nff-!!!”, then grips the edge of the
counter and tries to breathe slowly and steadily. This is so embarrassing, but
also – well, he’s just a little – doing this kind of thing with someone right
there is kind of – hot? He can feel his face turning bright red, and looks up,
away from Arnam. Arnam drags his tongue along the underside of Tanum’s dick and
Tanum bites his lip hard to keep from making noise as heat races from his face
to curl in the bottom of his stomach. This is – well, he can handle it as long
as he doesn’t have to concentrate on anything but breathing normally.
But apparently the universe hateshim, because the dwarf decides he likes the
book he’s been reading, and walks up to the counter. Tanum clenches his hands
on the edge and smiles a very strained smile at the customer. “Did you find,
um, what you were…looking for?”
“…I was wondering if you had the second volume,” the dwarf says dubiously,
looking like he was regretting asking at all.
They did, Tanum is pretty sure, but Arnam hears the conversation and takes it
as an opportunity to suck enthusiastically, so Tanum just turns aboutthe color
of a beet and shakes his head no.
“Then I’ll just take this one.” The dwarf lays the book on the counter and
Tanum tries to collect himself and remember how much it cost. Five silver
pieces, he thinks, but that would probably make the dwarf haggle with him so –
“Two sil-ver pieces!”he says, except Arnam does something where he swirls his
tongue around and Tanum’s mind goes “??!!!??” and his voices goes up an octave
halfway through the sentence.
The dwarf gives him a very strange look, quickly digs out two silver pieces,
takes his book, and hurries away.
“Is he gone?” Arnam says loudly before the door is quite shut behind the dwarf
and Tanum kicks him again, hissing, “Shut up!!” But Arnam just laughs
triumphantly and wraps his arms around Tanum’s knees, pulling him down behind
the counter again.
“You’re an asshole,” Tanum pants, punching Arnam in the shoulder. Arnam smirks
– like an asshole – and catches Tanum’s hand. He unfolds Tanum’s fingers and
brings his index finger to his mouth, biting down and sucking. Tanum gasps and
shudders. This is way too one-sided, he decides, and pulls his hand away. He
scoots closer to Arnam and palms his dick through his pants.
Arnam’s eyes widen and his mouth falls open in a gasp, although he quickly
closes it again. Tanum grins and dips his hand wet with saliva into Arnam’s
pants, taking hold of his dick and rubbing his thumb over the tip.
Arnam’s head falls back and he closes his eyes. He goes from half-hard to
completely hard almost immediately when Tanum touches him so Tanum leans
forward to breathe into his ear teasingly, “What, are you new at this?” (Like
Tanum has so much experience, but he’s got to get revenge for the under-the-
counter blowjob somehow.)
When Tanum whispers into his ear Arnam groans, then frowns and pushes Tanum
back. Not expecting it, Tanum loses his balance and falls backward against some
staffs, which go clattering to the floor. “Oww,” he complains, rubbing his
head, but Arnam is crouched over him and he pushes his thigh between Tanum’s
legs as he unbuttons his own pants.
Not to be outdone and maybe not thinking things through as much as he should
have, Tanum unbuttons and kicks off his pants – also kicking Arnam in the
process, possibly on purpose - and Arnam shoves him back so he’s half sitting
with his back against the wall. He grinds their hips together and leans in to
lick Tanum’s neck where he’d bitten him earlier. His tongue is cool against
Tanum’s heated skin, and Tanum makes that embarrassing whiny noise again. Tanum
grabs Arnam’s back for support as he arches into Arnam’s touch, purposely
digging in his fingernails to leave scratches. Arnam squirms against the pain.
Arnam wraps his hand around both of their dicks and strokes, and Tanum adds his
own hand, the other one resting on the back of Arnam’s neck. Soon they’re just
quietly panting with their foreheads leaning together, the aggression abandoned
for the moment.
Tanum comes first, although he justifies it by Arnam having done that whole
counter blowjob thing, and anyway Arnam tenses and shudders against him almost
immediately after. If that counted as losing, it wasn’t by much.
They’re lying in a heap, breathing heavily, when Tanum looks up at the clock
and realizes Havi said he was going to be here ten minutes ago. He scrambles to
his feet, tucking himself back in and straightening his clothes – no, his hair
is a totally lost cause at this point. “Put your clothes on,” he tells Arnam,
maybe a little meaner than he meant for it to come out.
Arnam frowns. “What, no afterglow?” he says sarcastically as he puts himself
back together.
“Havi’s supposed to come over, so –“ Tanum winces as he sees Arnam’s expression
sour.
“Oh, so your importantfriend is coming.” Arnam runs a hand through his hair and
it settles back into perfect waves. At least he still has half the buttons on
his shirt missing.
Tanum punches him in the shoulder again. “Uh, I just don’t want him to see his
friends doing it on the floor of the shop?! Like, would you want to run into me
and Havi – “
Arnam sets his jaw angrily, and looks like he’s about to say something else
when the bell rings and Havi comes in. Tanum and Arnam both jump and look
around guiltily.
Havi shuts the door behind him and looks at them, confused. “Hi guys?”
“Goodbye,” says Arnam pointedly, and pushes his way past Havi out of the shop.
Havi watches him go, then turns back to Tanum, gesturing behind himself to
where Arnam had stormed out. “What’s wrong with him?”
Tanum shrugs. “I dunno, he’s just…in a bad mood. I guess.”
“Did you guys have a fight?” Havi moves closer and Tanum turns away quickly,
but too late. Havi spots something and frowns. “Tanum, seriously, you’re really
red and your neck looks bruised, did you guys get in a – “
Tanum plasters a grin on his face, and turns back around. “Yeah, we – “
But it’s too late – he sees realization cross Havi’s face, and the worry turns
into….something blank.
“We got into a fight, yeah,” Tanum says desperately. “We…he was being an
asshole like he does, and I was just in a bad mood, and I didn’t wanna take it
– “
“Sure,” says Havi. “Whatever. Look, I’ve gotta go. I’ve got stuff to do. Sorry.
I’ll see you tomorrow.” He backs up and opens the door again, turning around
before he leaves to give Tanum one more carefully blank look. The door shuts
behind him with another tinkle of the bell.
Tanum winces as he touches the developing bruise on his neck. He didn’t have
time to put on a scarf before Havi came in, and anyway it would have been weird
to wear a scarf in hot weather like this – right? Whatever. It’s, like, not any
of Havi’s business anyway! It was a one-time thing, just like the thing with
Havi was apparently a one-time thing! Tanum picks up a pearl button off the
seat and scowls at it.
He opens the journal again and looks at his halfway finished entry from
earlier. Havi hasn’t brought it up.Well, if that didn’t make Havi bring it up,
it sure as hell looked like he wasn’t going to talk about it ever.
He sits down heavily on the seat and runs his hands through his hair. There’s
like, no chance that doing that made it look any better, but it’s not like
anybody cared anyway,did they? He picks up the pen again and writes, I think it
might have been a mistake to go as far as we did, but I can’t say that to him
now.
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