Another Dare
Maple Walnut #7. Poker Face
with Hot Fudge, Whipped Cream, Chopped Nuts, and Malt
Story : knights
Rating : PG
Timeframe : 1251
Word Count : 840
So both Falootin and Olram have dared me to slash Sethan and Kairn. I'm going to credit this one to Olram's dare since it was talking with her that led to this, and Falootin's dare is going an utterly different route. I will admit to this not being very slashy, but Sethan manages to stay mostly in character this way!
The prompt that actually inspired the idea was LL : Sweet Nothings, but dammit, I said all smut and I mean it, and I find this prompt fits the end result better anyway.
Kairn set the chalk to the floor, squinting and frowning at the half formed sigil before him as he set to placing his next line.
“No. No. No.” A hand fell over his, its owner pressed against his back to reach around him. Sethan lifted his hand, firmly redirected it, and laid it back down further along the outer arc.
“Here?” Kairn traced his intended path with his empty hand.
“Right,” said Sethan. His hand fell away as Kairn slid the chalk across the weathered floorboards, but he made no move to distance himself.
The chalk screeched and scraped across the wood. Something stirred Kairn’s hair and brushed at his ear with a soft snuffling sound. “You smell good.”
Kairn whipped his head around, the chalk clattering from his grasp. Sethan met him with his typical cold, blue glare, one dark brow raised in question.
“Did you just-?”
“Just what?” said Sethan.
Kairn squinted at him a moment. Sethan stared back, unreadably stoney as ever. He shook his head and turned back to his work with a frown. “Nevermind.”
Scooping up the chalk, Kairn eyed the floor for the placement of his next mark. There was another brush against his ear. “Wonder if you taste good too.”
The chalk flew into the air, Kairn’s hands flailing beneath it, floundering to catch it as tumbled and rolled back down. Sethan sat back on his heels, watching with a look of puzzlement.
Kairn shot him a glare. “I know I heard you that time.”
“Heard me what?”
Shoulders tight, lower lip tucked firmly between his teeth, and hands shaking, he brought the chalk back to the circle and set the tip to the floor. Something stirred behind him and pressed in close again, warm against his back, breathing down his collar. Another touch, Sethan’s nose against his ear, and he went stiffer still.
“I swear, if you…”
Warm air teased across the back of his neck, sending his hair to stand on end. “You know you want me to.”
Kairn swung a hand up over his shoulder, which Sethan neatly dodged. “Go work on your own forms!”
More than a few heads turned about the classroom to find Sethan already quietly back on his heels and Kairn fuming and flailing like an idiot.
Sethan shrugged, the slightest hint of a smirk touching his lips. “As you wish,” he said, slinking off on hands and knees to his own work a few feet away.
Kairn drew a deep breath and cast a scowl about the room. The rest of the boys turned quickly back to their tasks, grins and snickers rampant among them. Kairn let out a sigh and put the chalk back in place.
It started as a tickle, something trailing up his spine. He shot Sethan a look and found him apparently immersed in his drawing, but it stopped.
Until he looked away, back to his own work. Then it crept up his back, stroking, like fingers gently walking their way up over his shoulder blades. “Stop it,” he hissed between his teeth. Oblivious, Sethan continued his scrawling at the floor with his chalk.
Wharever it was crawled its way to his neck, teasing its way across his collar, lapping at his skin like some giant, silken tongue.
The chalk struck the floor with a snap, and Kairn threw up his hands to swat the thing away. The sensation fled as soon as he’d raised a hand and he found nothing but air, but he flailed and clawed at that with all his might, a string of oaths aimed at the friend he was certain was behind it all.
The same presence reasserted itself with a firm pinch to his backside and Kairn leapt to his feet with a yelp. Foosteps sounded a hasty approach as Kairn continued to swat and slash at the empty air about him.
“What is the meaning of this?” Kairn went stiff, his cheeks flaring. Master Tarek glared down his pinched little snout at him and ill concealed laughter rang out through the room. “Can you not control yourself?”
“I- But- Sethan was-” Kairn jabbed a finger in the other’s direction. Master Tarek followed his shaky gestures to find Sethan calmly tracing the last of his lines upon the floor and raised a spindly brow. Kairn sighed and cast his eyes to his own feet. “I… I’m sorry, sir,” he said. “Won’t happen again.”
With a haughty sniff, the instructor was on his way and Kairn settled back to the floor. He frowned at the feel of something soft bunched beneath him. Rocking to the side, he reached under his leg to produce a length of red silk.
He wadded the thing into his palm and shook it at Sethan with another curse. Poised on hands and knees over his own work, Sethan shot back a smile and mouthed, “Who? Me?”
Kairn gave the silk a squeeze and hurled it at him. Sethan peered down at the puddle of red that landed beside him and grinned.
with Hot Fudge, Whipped Cream, Chopped Nuts, and Malt
Story : knights
Rating : PG
Timeframe : 1251
Word Count : 840
So both Falootin and Olram have dared me to slash Sethan and Kairn. I'm going to credit this one to Olram's dare since it was talking with her that led to this, and Falootin's dare is going an utterly different route. I will admit to this not being very slashy, but Sethan manages to stay mostly in character this way!
The prompt that actually inspired the idea was LL : Sweet Nothings, but dammit, I said all smut and I mean it, and I find this prompt fits the end result better anyway.
Kairn set the chalk to the floor, squinting and frowning at the half formed sigil before him as he set to placing his next line.
“No. No. No.” A hand fell over his, its owner pressed against his back to reach around him. Sethan lifted his hand, firmly redirected it, and laid it back down further along the outer arc.
“Here?” Kairn traced his intended path with his empty hand.
“Right,” said Sethan. His hand fell away as Kairn slid the chalk across the weathered floorboards, but he made no move to distance himself.
The chalk screeched and scraped across the wood. Something stirred Kairn’s hair and brushed at his ear with a soft snuffling sound. “You smell good.”
Kairn whipped his head around, the chalk clattering from his grasp. Sethan met him with his typical cold, blue glare, one dark brow raised in question.
“Did you just-?”
“Just what?” said Sethan.
Kairn squinted at him a moment. Sethan stared back, unreadably stoney as ever. He shook his head and turned back to his work with a frown. “Nevermind.”
Scooping up the chalk, Kairn eyed the floor for the placement of his next mark. There was another brush against his ear. “Wonder if you taste good too.”
The chalk flew into the air, Kairn’s hands flailing beneath it, floundering to catch it as tumbled and rolled back down. Sethan sat back on his heels, watching with a look of puzzlement.
Kairn shot him a glare. “I know I heard you that time.”
“Heard me what?”
Shoulders tight, lower lip tucked firmly between his teeth, and hands shaking, he brought the chalk back to the circle and set the tip to the floor. Something stirred behind him and pressed in close again, warm against his back, breathing down his collar. Another touch, Sethan’s nose against his ear, and he went stiffer still.
“I swear, if you…”
Warm air teased across the back of his neck, sending his hair to stand on end. “You know you want me to.”
Kairn swung a hand up over his shoulder, which Sethan neatly dodged. “Go work on your own forms!”
More than a few heads turned about the classroom to find Sethan already quietly back on his heels and Kairn fuming and flailing like an idiot.
Sethan shrugged, the slightest hint of a smirk touching his lips. “As you wish,” he said, slinking off on hands and knees to his own work a few feet away.
Kairn drew a deep breath and cast a scowl about the room. The rest of the boys turned quickly back to their tasks, grins and snickers rampant among them. Kairn let out a sigh and put the chalk back in place.
It started as a tickle, something trailing up his spine. He shot Sethan a look and found him apparently immersed in his drawing, but it stopped.
Until he looked away, back to his own work. Then it crept up his back, stroking, like fingers gently walking their way up over his shoulder blades. “Stop it,” he hissed between his teeth. Oblivious, Sethan continued his scrawling at the floor with his chalk.
Wharever it was crawled its way to his neck, teasing its way across his collar, lapping at his skin like some giant, silken tongue.
The chalk struck the floor with a snap, and Kairn threw up his hands to swat the thing away. The sensation fled as soon as he’d raised a hand and he found nothing but air, but he flailed and clawed at that with all his might, a string of oaths aimed at the friend he was certain was behind it all.
The same presence reasserted itself with a firm pinch to his backside and Kairn leapt to his feet with a yelp. Foosteps sounded a hasty approach as Kairn continued to swat and slash at the empty air about him.
“What is the meaning of this?” Kairn went stiff, his cheeks flaring. Master Tarek glared down his pinched little snout at him and ill concealed laughter rang out through the room. “Can you not control yourself?”
“I- But- Sethan was-” Kairn jabbed a finger in the other’s direction. Master Tarek followed his shaky gestures to find Sethan calmly tracing the last of his lines upon the floor and raised a spindly brow. Kairn sighed and cast his eyes to his own feet. “I… I’m sorry, sir,” he said. “Won’t happen again.”
With a haughty sniff, the instructor was on his way and Kairn settled back to the floor. He frowned at the feel of something soft bunched beneath him. Rocking to the side, he reached under his leg to produce a length of red silk.
He wadded the thing into his palm and shook it at Sethan with another curse. Poised on hands and knees over his own work, Sethan shot back a smile and mouthed, “Who? Me?”
Kairn gave the silk a squeeze and hurled it at him. Sethan peered down at the puddle of red that landed beside him and grinned.