Vetanda
Fandom:Interpol
Title: A Thing Forbidden
Rating: R
Vetanda: A thing that should not be done.
In high school, Daniel had an English teacher who use to love giving them vocabulary that was either obsolete or unusual, often times both. While his classmates groaned and forgot, Daniel remembered, even kept a long list on notebook paper that he keeps in a small wooden box. He thinks of these words often, has even used them once or twice in casual conversation. But too often he is forced to explain himself and he hates that.
Recently, he has been thinking of one word in particular.
“Vetanda(noun): A thing that should not be done.” His English teacher’s voice recites, his eyes looking over the class for any response. “For example, some of you feel that your homework is a vetanda.” More groans and then Daniel remembers that he is giving an interview and he forgets for awhile.
Later on, the taxi is taking them to their hotel and he is again pondering on that word. The others ignore his silence until they are all in the elevator and must decide the sleeping arrangements.
Sam says “Carlos uses all of the warm water in the morning. Paul and I will share a room.” And then Daniel notices the way Carlos’ eyes are studying his cufflinks, his fingers curling into fists in reaction until he can’t bear it and he stuffs his hands into his pockets.
“A good idea. I don’t mind sharing with Danny-boy here. He never makes a peep about anything.” Daniel feels Carlos at his back. The elevator doors slide open like a veil until he looks around and he is in a hotel room, door locked with Carlos walking around, undressing with the cautiousness you would expect out of a man in a suit. “You seem out of it tonight Daniel. You feeling okay?”
Carlos grins softly, wearing a white undershirt and black pants, black suspenders hanging like a gallows-rope at his side. His slim pale fingers reach up to brush his forehead and Daniel jerks back, mind moving too quickly for his body. He slips backwards, landing hard on his ass.
Carlos is laughing quickly after, and he offers his hand, holding Daniel’s wrist even after he has gotten up. He takes advantage of the situation, leaning in and down slightly to swipe at Daniel’s ear with the tip of his tongue. “I want you tonight” Carlos whispers and Daniel can only shiver, can only tremble slightly like so many people before him.
They fuck, and Daniel cannot say that it was the best nor the worst. It just was, and in the morning, when everyone is eating breakfast in the hotel restaurant and Carlos is eating his bagel with cream cheese, Daniel takes a napkin and a pencil and writes vetanda over and over and over again.
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Title: A Thing Forbidden
Rating: R
Vetanda: A thing that should not be done.
In high school, Daniel had an English teacher who use to love giving them vocabulary that was either obsolete or unusual, often times both. While his classmates groaned and forgot, Daniel remembered, even kept a long list on notebook paper that he keeps in a small wooden box. He thinks of these words often, has even used them once or twice in casual conversation. But too often he is forced to explain himself and he hates that.
Recently, he has been thinking of one word in particular.
“Vetanda(noun): A thing that should not be done.” His English teacher’s voice recites, his eyes looking over the class for any response. “For example, some of you feel that your homework is a vetanda.” More groans and then Daniel remembers that he is giving an interview and he forgets for awhile.
Later on, the taxi is taking them to their hotel and he is again pondering on that word. The others ignore his silence until they are all in the elevator and must decide the sleeping arrangements.
Sam says “Carlos uses all of the warm water in the morning. Paul and I will share a room.” And then Daniel notices the way Carlos’ eyes are studying his cufflinks, his fingers curling into fists in reaction until he can’t bear it and he stuffs his hands into his pockets.
“A good idea. I don’t mind sharing with Danny-boy here. He never makes a peep about anything.” Daniel feels Carlos at his back. The elevator doors slide open like a veil until he looks around and he is in a hotel room, door locked with Carlos walking around, undressing with the cautiousness you would expect out of a man in a suit. “You seem out of it tonight Daniel. You feeling okay?”
Carlos grins softly, wearing a white undershirt and black pants, black suspenders hanging like a gallows-rope at his side. His slim pale fingers reach up to brush his forehead and Daniel jerks back, mind moving too quickly for his body. He slips backwards, landing hard on his ass.
Carlos is laughing quickly after, and he offers his hand, holding Daniel’s wrist even after he has gotten up. He takes advantage of the situation, leaning in and down slightly to swipe at Daniel’s ear with the tip of his tongue. “I want you tonight” Carlos whispers and Daniel can only shiver, can only tremble slightly like so many people before him.
They fuck, and Daniel cannot say that it was the best nor the worst. It just was, and in the morning, when everyone is eating breakfast in the hotel restaurant and Carlos is eating his bagel with cream cheese, Daniel takes a napkin and a pencil and writes vetanda over and over and over again.
x-posted to publicperverts__