a "mojo" milkshake for shayna!
fotd : "mojo" + hot fudge + chopped nuts + milkshake
story: knights and necromancers (shayna's universe). wordcount: 1550. rating: nc17!
Kairn gets whammied. Sethan lends a hand! This is the most PG summary I can give you.
notes: shayna mentioned she wanted to see how I would do Sethan/Kairn after she did it here. I thought this word was perfect to take things in a totally different direction. and I left the magic super vague, but I hope it works! Summer challenge scoooorre!
Cursing his ever-terrible luck, Kairn pulls the cloak tighter around his body as he makes his way down the hall. It's even difficult to walk; every step sends an unwelcome thrum through his body and his pants are chafing him something awful. He grits his teeth. Only two more doors, a few more steps...
Sethan's door is ajar, which is maybe unusual, but Kairn can't focus on that right now. It takes everything he's got to just to work up the nerve to knock, to swallow what's left of his pride and admit he needs help with this of all things.
The door opens. For a second, Sethan looks surprised to see him, then his attention turns to the cloak. "Why are you dressed like that?" he asks. "Isn't it a little warm for winter clothes?"
Kairn takes a deep breath and reminds himself this is a last resort. And as soon as Sethan fixes him, he's going to kill Reida.
"Can I come in?" he asks.
"You let her do what to you?"
"I didn't-I mean, I didn't realize until I was activating the sigil!" Kairn hears his own voice quaver on the last word; to his horror, Sethan is actually smiling. "Don't look so amused! It's not funny!"
"It's a little funny," Sethan says.
Kairn shakes his head miserably. "It's not. I let my guard down for one minute and..." He gestures to where he's bunched up the cloak, just below his waist. "And now this."
Sethan rests his elbows on his knees and leans forward, chin on his folded hands. "So I assume you want to...get rid of it then?"
"Yes! Obviously."
"And you've tried...the old-fashioned way?"
"Of course I've tried that!" Kairn snaps, his face growing even hotter. He feels like he's sweating bullets. "I've been trying for over an hour! Something's...wrong."
"It makes sense," Sethan says mildly. "It's probably part of the spell that you can't take care of it yourself."
Kairn balls his fist tighter in his cloak, resisting the urge to press it to the ache between his legs. "Can you help me?"
Sethan raises his eyebrows. "What exactly do you expect me to do?"
"I was hoping you'd have a remedy!" Kairn shoots back. "Some...some counter-spell. Something!"
Sethan is quiet for a second before shaking his head. "I don't know where Reida got this one from. It's not one I'm familiar with."
Kairn swears he feels his heart sink. For not the first time today, he thinks this might actually kill him. "You're not-" he sputters. "You mean, you can't-"
"There's an easy enough solution, you know," Sethan says, cutting him off. "Get someone else to take care of it for you. You have a girl now, don't you?"
"Elsie?" The thought is mortifying. "We've just started seeing each other, we've only kissed-I can't just..."
"Well, in that case," Sethan says," I'm sure Reida would be more than willing to offer her services."
"Right!" Kairn laughs shortly, almost a bark. It's getting hard to breathe again. "I bet that's what she wants. For me to come to her."
"I suppose there is a third option," Sethan says. He stands to motion a confused Kairn towards the bed. "Here. Sit down."
"Third option?" Kairn flinches at the rub of fabric as he lets him Sethan guide him to the foot of his bed and makes what must be an awful face when he sits down on the hard mattress. He's not thinking clearly now. He's not really thinking at all.
Sethan reaches out for the cloak. "Here, let me see."
"What? Why do you need to...?"
"Just trust me," Sethan says.
Against his better judgement, Kairn lets Sethan unwrap the cloak from his shoulders, pull it free of his clenched fist. He only thinks to grow self conscious again when he realizes Sethan is kneeling in front of the bulge in his pants. Kairn moves his hands to cover himself. "What are you doing?"
Sethan looks up at him coolly. "I'm helping you," he says, "I'm option three."
"What? Sethan!" Kairn draws back further against the wall. "You can't!"
"Relax. I'm just going to give you a hand." Sethan lifts himself onto the bed, positioning himself over one of Kairn's legs. "You can close your eyes and think of Elsie."
"I...I can't just let you..."
"You don't have much of a choice," Sethan points out. He loops his fingers around one of Kairn's wrists "And I know what I'm doing. I've done it myself plenty of times."
Kairn hisses as Sethan lifts his hand aside. "It's...strange to think of you doing anything so...normal."
"It's a simple bodily necessity. You don't have to be embarrassed, you know."
Sethan's other hand is at the waistband of his pants now, trying to undo the buttons. Wincing, Kairn lets him. He doesn't want to think about it, but it seems just being close to another body is making him ten times more desperate. He turns his face away from Sethan, towards the blank wall. "Yeah, this is really normal."
"Well, it's either me or Reida." Sethan leans closer as his hand slides into Kairn's pants. "And I'll be more gentle."
Kairn stares back at him, horrified. "Are you actually having fun with this?"
Sethan looks at him flatly for a second, then his expression turns to an unsavory smile. "It's cute when you blush."
"What?"
"Relax," Sethan says again. Kairn lets out an undignified sound as Sethan's hand closes around him. "I'm just trying to make things easier for you."
"By..." Kairn loses the word for a second at the feeling of fingers stroking the ache between his legs. "By saying stuff like that?"
"Sorry. I'm not much of a romantic."
Kairn keeps reaching for Sethan's hand, tentative, wanting to push it away. It almost hurts to be touched where he was already sore and chaffed. But the arousal is driving him crazy, has wound him up so tight-Sethan's touch is the only relief he's had in hours.
"Maybe," he chokes out. He closes his eyes trying to re-center himself. "Maybe you should just shut up."
"You are in a mood," Sethan says.
Kairn grits his teeth. "You try being hard for two hours and being able to do nothing about it."
"Point taken. Just a second."
Kairn lets out an involuntary sound of protest as Sethan pulls away to make a grab for the nighstand drawer. "What's that?" he ask warily as Sethan cracks open a small jar.
"It's just oil. Here." Sethan rubs his hands together then reaches back between Kairn's legs.
Kairn jerks a little reflexively and leans back on his fists, balling up handfuls of blanket. He still can't quite comprehend that he's here on Sethan's bed with his pants open. And he doesn't mean to look down, but he does anyway, and its too late when he thinks to close his eyes again; the image of Sethan's long fingers around his flesh is burned into his mind, replacing his feeble attempts to think of Elsie. Could part of him want to watch? He bites his lips, trying to contain a groan, a dead-giveaway sound that comes out anyway when Sethan's fist closes around his cock and tugs hard.
"So it's working?" Sethan asks, another gripped-tight slide, hard pull, and why can't he just shut up? Kairn's breath catches in his throat as Sethan's hand moves again, and then again. He falls back to his elbows, feeling boneless and weak, shuddering with every stroke. He's close now, actually close. Gasping, he lets his eyes fly open and finds Sethan not looking back, but looking down in concentration. Shit-
Closing his eyes again, Kairn all but pitches forward, thrusting against Sethan's hand. His head falls forward, forehead brushing Sethan's shoulder, but Sethan doesn't stop.
"I've got you," Kairn hears him say through the haze of those last few strokes. "Come on."
It's enormous relief that rips through Kairn's body, the climax he didn't think was possible, and the sound he makes is muffled against Sethan's shirt. Only when the last wave of it washes over him does he realize where he's buried his face.
Sethan releases him slowly and the bed shifts a little as he gets back to his feet. Watching Sethan, Kairn tugs his pants back in place with a shaky hand. For a moment, he can think of absolutely nothing to say.
It's over.
Then he weakly manages, "Thanks?"
Sethan is wiping his hand on a shirt from the hamper but he turns, about to reply.
And that's when there's a scritching noise from under the bed. They both look down to see a mouse scampering across the floor boards, making a frenzied run for the door. It squeezes under the crack between door and floor and its gone.
It takes a second for Kairn's head to clear, but when it does he turns to stare at Sethan, mouth hanging open. "Did she-could she have-"
Sethan frowns at the closed door. "Interesting," he says.
So yes, I went the "X made us do it!" route. Suuuuue me. I think Sethan wound up kinda OOC (we can excuse Kairn for being whammied, right?) but I was having too much fun making him pick on Kairn XD
story: knights and necromancers (shayna's universe). wordcount: 1550. rating: nc17!
Kairn gets whammied. Sethan lends a hand! This is the most PG summary I can give you.
notes: shayna mentioned she wanted to see how I would do Sethan/Kairn after she did it here. I thought this word was perfect to take things in a totally different direction. and I left the magic super vague, but I hope it works! Summer challenge scoooorre!
Cursing his ever-terrible luck, Kairn pulls the cloak tighter around his body as he makes his way down the hall. It's even difficult to walk; every step sends an unwelcome thrum through his body and his pants are chafing him something awful. He grits his teeth. Only two more doors, a few more steps...
Sethan's door is ajar, which is maybe unusual, but Kairn can't focus on that right now. It takes everything he's got to just to work up the nerve to knock, to swallow what's left of his pride and admit he needs help with this of all things.
The door opens. For a second, Sethan looks surprised to see him, then his attention turns to the cloak. "Why are you dressed like that?" he asks. "Isn't it a little warm for winter clothes?"
Kairn takes a deep breath and reminds himself this is a last resort. And as soon as Sethan fixes him, he's going to kill Reida.
"Can I come in?" he asks.
"You let her do what to you?"
"I didn't-I mean, I didn't realize until I was activating the sigil!" Kairn hears his own voice quaver on the last word; to his horror, Sethan is actually smiling. "Don't look so amused! It's not funny!"
"It's a little funny," Sethan says.
Kairn shakes his head miserably. "It's not. I let my guard down for one minute and..." He gestures to where he's bunched up the cloak, just below his waist. "And now this."
Sethan rests his elbows on his knees and leans forward, chin on his folded hands. "So I assume you want to...get rid of it then?"
"Yes! Obviously."
"And you've tried...the old-fashioned way?"
"Of course I've tried that!" Kairn snaps, his face growing even hotter. He feels like he's sweating bullets. "I've been trying for over an hour! Something's...wrong."
"It makes sense," Sethan says mildly. "It's probably part of the spell that you can't take care of it yourself."
Kairn balls his fist tighter in his cloak, resisting the urge to press it to the ache between his legs. "Can you help me?"
Sethan raises his eyebrows. "What exactly do you expect me to do?"
"I was hoping you'd have a remedy!" Kairn shoots back. "Some...some counter-spell. Something!"
Sethan is quiet for a second before shaking his head. "I don't know where Reida got this one from. It's not one I'm familiar with."
Kairn swears he feels his heart sink. For not the first time today, he thinks this might actually kill him. "You're not-" he sputters. "You mean, you can't-"
"There's an easy enough solution, you know," Sethan says, cutting him off. "Get someone else to take care of it for you. You have a girl now, don't you?"
"Elsie?" The thought is mortifying. "We've just started seeing each other, we've only kissed-I can't just..."
"Well, in that case," Sethan says," I'm sure Reida would be more than willing to offer her services."
"Right!" Kairn laughs shortly, almost a bark. It's getting hard to breathe again. "I bet that's what she wants. For me to come to her."
"I suppose there is a third option," Sethan says. He stands to motion a confused Kairn towards the bed. "Here. Sit down."
"Third option?" Kairn flinches at the rub of fabric as he lets him Sethan guide him to the foot of his bed and makes what must be an awful face when he sits down on the hard mattress. He's not thinking clearly now. He's not really thinking at all.
Sethan reaches out for the cloak. "Here, let me see."
"What? Why do you need to...?"
"Just trust me," Sethan says.
Against his better judgement, Kairn lets Sethan unwrap the cloak from his shoulders, pull it free of his clenched fist. He only thinks to grow self conscious again when he realizes Sethan is kneeling in front of the bulge in his pants. Kairn moves his hands to cover himself. "What are you doing?"
Sethan looks up at him coolly. "I'm helping you," he says, "I'm option three."
"What? Sethan!" Kairn draws back further against the wall. "You can't!"
"Relax. I'm just going to give you a hand." Sethan lifts himself onto the bed, positioning himself over one of Kairn's legs. "You can close your eyes and think of Elsie."
"I...I can't just let you..."
"You don't have much of a choice," Sethan points out. He loops his fingers around one of Kairn's wrists "And I know what I'm doing. I've done it myself plenty of times."
Kairn hisses as Sethan lifts his hand aside. "It's...strange to think of you doing anything so...normal."
"It's a simple bodily necessity. You don't have to be embarrassed, you know."
Sethan's other hand is at the waistband of his pants now, trying to undo the buttons. Wincing, Kairn lets him. He doesn't want to think about it, but it seems just being close to another body is making him ten times more desperate. He turns his face away from Sethan, towards the blank wall. "Yeah, this is really normal."
"Well, it's either me or Reida." Sethan leans closer as his hand slides into Kairn's pants. "And I'll be more gentle."
Kairn stares back at him, horrified. "Are you actually having fun with this?"
Sethan looks at him flatly for a second, then his expression turns to an unsavory smile. "It's cute when you blush."
"What?"
"Relax," Sethan says again. Kairn lets out an undignified sound as Sethan's hand closes around him. "I'm just trying to make things easier for you."
"By..." Kairn loses the word for a second at the feeling of fingers stroking the ache between his legs. "By saying stuff like that?"
"Sorry. I'm not much of a romantic."
Kairn keeps reaching for Sethan's hand, tentative, wanting to push it away. It almost hurts to be touched where he was already sore and chaffed. But the arousal is driving him crazy, has wound him up so tight-Sethan's touch is the only relief he's had in hours.
"Maybe," he chokes out. He closes his eyes trying to re-center himself. "Maybe you should just shut up."
"You are in a mood," Sethan says.
Kairn grits his teeth. "You try being hard for two hours and being able to do nothing about it."
"Point taken. Just a second."
Kairn lets out an involuntary sound of protest as Sethan pulls away to make a grab for the nighstand drawer. "What's that?" he ask warily as Sethan cracks open a small jar.
"It's just oil. Here." Sethan rubs his hands together then reaches back between Kairn's legs.
Kairn jerks a little reflexively and leans back on his fists, balling up handfuls of blanket. He still can't quite comprehend that he's here on Sethan's bed with his pants open. And he doesn't mean to look down, but he does anyway, and its too late when he thinks to close his eyes again; the image of Sethan's long fingers around his flesh is burned into his mind, replacing his feeble attempts to think of Elsie. Could part of him want to watch? He bites his lips, trying to contain a groan, a dead-giveaway sound that comes out anyway when Sethan's fist closes around his cock and tugs hard.
"So it's working?" Sethan asks, another gripped-tight slide, hard pull, and why can't he just shut up? Kairn's breath catches in his throat as Sethan's hand moves again, and then again. He falls back to his elbows, feeling boneless and weak, shuddering with every stroke. He's close now, actually close. Gasping, he lets his eyes fly open and finds Sethan not looking back, but looking down in concentration. Shit-
Closing his eyes again, Kairn all but pitches forward, thrusting against Sethan's hand. His head falls forward, forehead brushing Sethan's shoulder, but Sethan doesn't stop.
"I've got you," Kairn hears him say through the haze of those last few strokes. "Come on."
It's enormous relief that rips through Kairn's body, the climax he didn't think was possible, and the sound he makes is muffled against Sethan's shirt. Only when the last wave of it washes over him does he realize where he's buried his face.
Sethan releases him slowly and the bed shifts a little as he gets back to his feet. Watching Sethan, Kairn tugs his pants back in place with a shaky hand. For a moment, he can think of absolutely nothing to say.
It's over.
Then he weakly manages, "Thanks?"
Sethan is wiping his hand on a shirt from the hamper but he turns, about to reply.
And that's when there's a scritching noise from under the bed. They both look down to see a mouse scampering across the floor boards, making a frenzied run for the door. It squeezes under the crack between door and floor and its gone.
It takes a second for Kairn's head to clear, but when it does he turns to stare at Sethan, mouth hanging open. "Did she-could she have-"
Sethan frowns at the closed door. "Interesting," he says.
So yes, I went the "X made us do it!" route. Suuuuue me. I think Sethan wound up kinda OOC (we can excuse Kairn for being whammied, right?) but I was having too much fun making him pick on Kairn XD