Chapter Eight #2

“Are you well? If I have misread the signs then -”

“No, no,” Idris hastily interrupted. “You definitely read the signs but uh, we are still in public.” He laughed, a little self-consciously, but Tam still looked concerned.

Idris suddenly became aware that what his brain had helpfully categorised as “dancing” around them was now more akin to a full on orgy vaguely moving in time to the music. A few faeries were still dancing, and a couple more laughing and sipping drinks as they observed, but most had found partners and groups and were losing themselves in each other.

Idris caught sight of one of the Queen’s knights pushing a stately looking Fae up against a tree, their hands travelling lower and lower before - Idris looked away, but found himself instead watching Arlyn wrap her arms around a blue-skinned woman, her fingers tangling in the other woman’s seaweed-like hair as they kissed.

“Ah,” Idris said, for want of anything better to say, deciding that for the time being it would be best to keep his eyes on Tam, and Tam alone. It was harder than he thought.

“Does this always happen at Faerie parties?” he asked, unable to keep his eyes on Tam as over his shoulder a tall elfin woman swept a whole cloud of giggling pixies towards her bare chest.

“It is hardly a revel without it,” Tam said dryly.

Idris felt a low throb of arousal as he chanced another look away from Tam, and watched a willowy dryad sink to his knees before a well-built Fae, the dryad’s slender fingers deftly tugging down the other man’s trousers to reveal what Idris could only describe as a pornstar’s cock.

“Miach,” Tam said, following Idris’s line of sight. “I think Salix will have trouble walking tomorrow.”

Tam sounded like he was talking from experience, and rather than the expected pang of jealousy Idris found there was something arousing about the thought of Tam on hands and knees, fingers scrabbling in the dirt as Miach took him in the midst of a cheering crowd.

A light touch on his arm pulled Idris away from his thoughts, and he tore his eyes away from where Miach was beginning to close his eyes in pleasure. Tam was searching Idris’s face, his eyes thoughtful.

“We could depart, if you wish for privacy,” he said. “Though I long to have you now, I admit there is a part of me that does not wish anyone to look on your pleasure other than me.”

Idris groaned, tilting his head forward until his forehead rested against Tam’s. “Fuck, Tam, your words.”

Tam snorted, and nudged his nose against Idris’s to get him to lift his head enough for him to kiss him again. Idris felt what Tam was trying to convey with the ferocity of his kisses, with the hunger with which he clutched at Idris: I only speak the truth.

Faerie was a warped land, Idris knew that now, but Tam was truthful and uninhibited and honest. He wasn’t playing games, or holding himself back from Idris for fear of falling too fast, too hard. He lived his truth with every fibre of his being, and in that moment Idris knew that all Tam truly desired was him. It was a heady thought, beautiful both to be desired in such a way and to be able to want back just as freely, without any shame. Idris had always worried that he gave his heart and body up too quickly, had been told by previous partners that he wanted too much, too soon, but now he realised that for him and Tam, too quickly was just right.

He wanted Tam.

And he wanted him now.

Idris found that he didn’t care that others were watching, that a part of him even liked the idea of being able to show off how good he could make Tam feel. With a surge of energy he pulled away from Tam, bringing just enough space between them so that he could pull off his shirt before bringing them crashing back together.

“I can’t wait,” Idris said, almost keening at the feel of Tam’s hands stroking up his bare back. “Let them watch, I don’t care.”

Tam made a growl that was almost a “yes”, and started to pull his own clothing off. It was easier for Tam to shed his simple tunic and trousers than it was for Idris to shuck off his boots and jeans and underwear, but soon enough they were both fully naked and plastered back together. The air was chill, but Tam was hot and the ground beneath Idris’s feet was still warm from the energy of a hundred pairs of dancing feet.

Tam pulled him down to the ground and Idris let himself fall, the moss below cushioning him as Tam rolled him onto his back and immediately climbed on top, as if he were desperate to cover every inch of Idris’s skin with his own. His lips were everywhere, trailing kisses across Idris’s lips, his jawline, his throat, his teeth latching onto Idris’s earlobe and tugging just enough to get Idris hissing at the spark of pleasure.

He wrapped his legs around Tam’s waist, trapping him tight against himself, only offering the slightest bit of give when Tam wriggled a hand between the two of them in an attempt to take hold of Idris’s cock. It was rough, too dry, and yet the most exquisite touch Idris could ever imagine. He rolled his hips up against Tam, chasing whatever bit of friction that he could, and groaning in frustration when Tam removed his hand from Idris’s cock in favour of cupping his balls.

“Were we not in a state of frenzy, I would have you properly, Idris,” Tam said in between kisses, his mouth latching on to one of Idris’s nipples as his fingers slipped further still, trailing over the sensitive skin behind Idris’s balls to graze over his entrance. Idris’s back arched, his hands uselessly scrabbling at Tam’s back to pull him closer, to keep them bound tightly together.

“There’s always ... there’s always later,” Idris managed to gasp out. He wanted there to be a later, needed it so badly he felt his very bones aching for it. The thought of Tam pulling away from him, of stopping, of never touching him again was almost unbearable.

He groaned, low in his throat, and used all his strength to roll them over so that he was on top of Tam, pushing him down into the earth, as close as they could be.

“Later,” Idris said, his voice muffled by the moan he pulled from Tam as he ground their hips together, “I want to feel every inch of you. But for now ...”

Idris let himself move down Tam’s body, his arms slipping under Tam’s thighs to hold him steady as Idris’s mouth neared its target. Tam was already hard when Idris took him into his mouth, heavy and warm and delightfully thick. He kept just the head of Tam’s cock in his mouth, slowly sucking in a way that made Tam groan and his hands clench in the grass below him.

“I thought ... I thought you wanted me now,” Tam said pointedly when Idris withdrew to lick up his cock in languid, teasing strokes. “Idris, I cannot bear to have you go slow.”

“Then make me go fast,” Idris said, giving Tam’s cock a final lick before pulling back ever so slightly, his lips mere millimetres from Tam. Tam groaned, and a single drop of precome glistened at the the tip of his cock, so close that Idris could flick his tongue out and lap it up. He restrained himself, looking up at Tam instead and giving him a sideways smile.

It was the smile that did it. Tam threaded his hands through Idris’s hair, leaving one hand cradling the back of his neck whilst the other took a solid hold of his curls, and he pulled Idris’s waiting mouth back onto his cock.

Tam’s first few thrusts were shallow, testing Idris’s limits, but when Idris did nothing but flick his tongue along Tam’s length and moan for more he picked up the pace, pulling Idris further and further down onto his cock. Idris tried to keep up, tried to hollow his cheeks and suck, but Tam was too fast, too forceful, and soon all Idris could do was keep his lips open and his eyes closed as Tam pushed all the way into his throat.

Even with his eyes closed Idris felt as though he were in sensory overload, with the music of the revel still vibrating through him, the solid pull of Tam’s fingers in his hair, the salt and velvet of Tam’s cock in his mouth. His hands fell uselessly to the ground, searching in vain for any sort of purchase as he tried to tether himself so he did not slip away.

Tam was close now, Idris could feel it in his movements, the bitterness of his precome coating Idris’s mouth as he pulled away completely, leaving Idris empty and gasping for air.

“Can I?” Tam asked, his voice as rough as Idris’s throat felt, and it took Idris a hazy moment to realise that Tam was asking for permission. He was panting, his face and chest flushed a deep red, his cock steadily leaking in front of Idris.

“Yes,” Idris said, taking Tam back into his mouth and swallowing him all the way down of his own accord, Tam crying out in surprise before coming in thick spurts down Idris’s throat.

Idris swallowed, and someone in the distance cheered. Idris barely heard them: his blood was still thrumming in his ears, and all he could think of was crawling back up Tam’s body to taste his lips once again. Tam welcomed him with open arms, his legs tangling with Idris’s as they were once again pressed together from head to toe. Idris ground himself against Tam’s hip, desperate for any sort of friction to help relieve the pressure that had built up as he pleasured Tam.

He could come like this, could happily spill himself over their stomachs with the taste of Tam still in his mouth, but Tam had other ideas.

He rolled over onto his belly, reaching behind him to pull Idris back down on top of him, and started to grind his arse up against Idris’s cock. Idris could only groan, pushing back as he buried his face into the crook of Tam’s neck, breathing in the now-familiar scent of him as he started to work his hips in earnest. It was too dry to be perfect, the slight drag of skin-on-skin a distraction, but it did nothing to dampen Idris’s desire at all.

“Here,” a voice said from above them, and Idris managed to pause long enough to look up and see a gnome hold out a small vial of a liquid that shimmered between shades of blue and silver. “It will ease the way, nothing more.”

Idris was at a loss for words.

“Take it, Idris,” Tam said, his voice muffled from where his face was pressed into the grass. Idris took the vial with a nod of thanks, and poured a little onto his hand. It wasn’t as viscous as the lube he was used to, but it was blissfully cool against his skin and when he started to move against Tam again there was none of the discomfort of before.

“Harder!” Someone called out good-naturedly, and Idris would have slowed down out of spite had Tam not murmured his approval to the suggestion.

He took a firm hold of Tam’s arse, using both his hands to mould Tam’s cheeks around his cock, creating a tight channel for him to fuck through. He felt his toes clench as his hips began to jerk faster, every fibre of his body alight as he chased his pleasure. Tam was doing his best to move with him, flexing and pushing back to meet each of Idris’s thrusts, nonsense words of encouragement spilling from his lips as he urged Idris on.

Later, later they would do this slowly, taking the time to gently take each other apart with no one else watching, but for now all Idris wanted was to come, to show the world how he and Tam were bound together in a way more meaningful than any childish vow.

“Idris,” Tam groaned, his voice so rough and low and full of undisguised want that Idris came with a cry, spilling over Tam before collapsing on top of him. His ears were ringing, his vision hazy around the edges, but he could still feel Tam beneath him, as solid and as comforting as ever.

Fuck. Not that Idris kept a list, but that was absolutely one of the best orgasms of his life. And it had occurred in the middle of a crowd of watching, cheering faeries.

As he slowly came back to his senses he reached for his boxers and tried to pull them on without drawing too much attention to himself, but when he chanced a look up he realised that most of the faeries had turned away, distracted by the ongoing orgy elsewhere.

“That was good,” Tam murmured, rolling onto his back and watching appreciatively as Idris dressed. He made no effort to cover himself, and lounged on the grass with one hand propping his head up and the other idly stroking his cock, somehow already half-hard again.

Even though Idris was now firmly out of his post-orgasm haze and digesting the fact that they just did that in public, the sight of Tam laid out before him was like a tether attaching itself to him, pulling him back down towards him.

“It was very good,” Idris admitted with a smile, leaning down to press himself to Tam and give him a deep, lingering kiss. “The best.”

“Mmm.” Tam kissed back eagerly, all tongue and teeth, his hands reaching out to hold Idris tight to him. “Why did you get dressed?”

Tam brought his hands between them, doing his best to unbutton Idris’s shirt without breaking the kiss. Idris caught Tam’s hands in his own and gave him a final peck on the lips.

“Let’s do this elsewhere.” Idris leaned in to kiss along Tam’s jaw, his lips latching on to his pulse point and sucking a bruise there. “I want you to myself now.”

Tam laughed, and rolled out from under Idris. “As you wish.”

He dressed quickly, pulling on his clothes and boots with no care for fit or fastenings, and soon had his arm around Idris’s waist, guiding him away from the revel.

As they made to leave, a tiny pixie floated down to hover by Tam’s ear, saying something Idris couldn’t catch. Tam turned to him with a smile, “She said that Yuli made it home safely.”

“That’s a relief,” Idris laughed. It was. Tam and Arlyn’s nonchalance had gone some way to comfort him, but it hadn’t been the same as knowing Yuli was home safe and sound.

He began to sober up as they made their way back to Tam’s home, the desperate, bruising kisses they had shared at the revel soon mellowing into deeper, slower kisses as they pressed each other up against trees. The same desire to touch Tam was there, Idris reluctant to stray more than a few inches from the other man, but unlike the sparks of passion they had shared earlier this desire was more like a burning coal, a deeper yet more subtle pull.

They washed together in the stream, cooling off from the exertion of the revel. There was no awkwardness this time, as there had been in the grotto: Idris was free to look, to let Tam look back, and he got an odd thrill from watching Tam bathe under the vibrant stars of Faerie.

They didn’t bother to dress as they made their way back to Tam’s house, running across the grass in a bid to escape the chill of the night. Soon enough they entwined together in Tam’s bed, Idris’s feet covered by a thick blanket as Tam lay between his legs, the final destination of the trail of kisses he had placed down Idris’s chest.

“How would you like to be taken? How much preparation do you require?” Tam asked, his voice rough as he continued to nip at Idris’s thighs, soothing the bruises he caused with light swipes of his tongue.

“A lot of prep,” Idris said, struggling to remember what he even liked. Damn it, but Tam was once again melting away all sensible thought from his mind. “Two fingers at least, and gentle, to start. And I want to see your face.”

“Of course,” Tam said. He drew back slightly to grab a vial from beside his bed to pour a little oil onto his fingers, then returned to his place between Idris’s legs. “I prefer it much the other way, myself,” Tam remarked as he gently eased the tip of his index finger inside Idris. “When next we do this, I would have you take me so that my body opens on your cock.”

“That… that would be nice,” Idris said, a sigh being pulled from deep inside his chest as Tam slowly worked his finger deeper.

Tam was as thorough and patient with this as he was with everything else, taking the time to gently explore Idris’s body, to work out how to make his breath hitch and how to make him forget to breathe altogether. By the time he finally replaced his fingers with his cock Idris had forgotten how to speak in sentences, and when Tam hit home, so deep and tight and perfect inside him - Idris forgot how to form words at all.

“Nnngh,” he said eloquently, his arms scrabbling around Tam’s broad shoulders in an effort to anchor himself as Tam started to fuck into him with sharp, precise thrusts. Tam only huffed a laugh, shifting his hips up ever so slightly so that the head of his cock grazed right over Idris’s prostate.

Idris groaned, his own hips moving in lazy circles to meet Tam’s thrusts, enjoying the slow build of pleasure spreading out from his core. He had thought he and Tam had moved as one when they’d been dancing, but it was nothing compared to now. Now there was no music to bind them, no alcohol to muddle his senses: there was nothing but Tam, above him and inside him and everywhere.

“Roll over,” Tam, somehow still able to actually speak. “I want you to ride me.”

“Mmm,” Idris said, surging up to give Tam a kiss that he hoped came across as an enthusiastic yes.

Tam pulled out, Idris feeling horribly empty for the few seconds it took for them to reposition themselves on the bed. When Idris sank back down onto Tam’s cock it was with a groan of pleasure, his thighs starting to burn with exertion as he did his best to ride Tam as hard as he could. The angle wasn’t quite right for him, Tam’s cock just missing his prostate as he jerked his hips up into Idris, but he felt so blissfully full, so in tune with Tam’s pleasure that he didn’t care in the slightest.

The sun was just beginning to rise, Idris realised belatedly, tendrils of gold spread across the sky and casting a soft glow around the room. Tam’s eyes were shining in the early light as he looked up at Idris, a clear grey without sea or grass to colour them. He stilled his movements, keeping himself buried deep inside Idris as though anchoring them together.

“You’re shining,” he said softly, raising a hand up to cup Idris’s check. “My sun.”

Idris could see himself reflected in Tam’s eyes, silhouetted against the rising sun. It was too much to see himself as Tam did, too intense to see his own emotions reflected back at him, and so he leant forward to nuzzle into the crook of Tam’s neck, to place his lips to Tam’s jumping pulse. Leaning over changed the angle between them, making Tam’s cock drag against Idris’s prostate and trapping Idris’s own cock between them, making them groan in unison.

Idris laughed, and lifted his hips up ever so slightly in order to grind down again, feeling Tam slide deep inside him. The new angle was perfect , and he began to fuck himself in earnest, Tam’s moans hard and heavy in his ear. He felt tiny pinpricks of pain in his shoulders as Tam dug his nails in, but it only added to the wonderful sensation of Tam hitting home inside him with every thrust. He was close, they both were, Idris’s legs giving out and making him collapse onto Tam’s chest, helpless to do anything but lie there as Tam pounded into him with a ruthless precision.

He couldn’t tell who came first, couldn’t even tell when he came: all Idris knew was that time had stilled and stretched on for an eternity, Tam his only tether as he floated on a hazy cloud of pleasure.

When he came back to himself he found that at some point Tam had manoeuvred him onto his back, and was snuggled up tight against his side. For once, Idris couldn’t find anything to say, content to lie in silence and listening to nothing but Tam’s heartbeat. He drifted in and out of sleep there, the sun growing ever brighter each time he opened his eyes.

After his fourth - or perhaps fifth - nap Tam stirred, extracting himself from around Idris and making to get dressed. Idris made a noise of disappointment, holding out his arms to Tam in the hopes of enticing him back to bed.

“I thought I would make us tea,” Tam laughed softly, pausing with one sock on and one off in order to lean across the bed and place the lightest of kisses on Idris’s cheek.

“I suppose I can let you go then,” Idris yawned, and stretched out under the covers. He wondered if Tam would take some of his blankets back to the human world with them - they were incredibly soft, and Idris would miss them. He had half a mind to ask Tam when a voice called out from outside, harsh and desperate.

“Tamriel!” It was Arlyn. Tam shot straight up, running outside without bothering to finish putting his clothes on.

Idris couldn’t see them, but the curtain walls were so thin that he could hear everything they said clear as day.

“Yuli’s gone,” Arlyn sobbed. “Tamriel, she’s been taken.”