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The chirping of crickets and yipping of distant coyotes echoed from the inky blackness of the warm and dry Goblet night. Samuel Mathis, renowned Warrior of Light, stood in the second floor bedroom of his home, the windows open to recieve the nocturne sounds. Inside the room, a soft haze of light came from two lamps flanking the double sized bed on wooden nightstands. A brighter, more precise cone of light shot out from the ajar closet door to the bed’s left. From the other side of the door came the soft whisper of wood on wood, as drawers were opened and clothes shifted on their hangars.
Sam held a leather-bound book in his hands as he sat on the bed’s mattress, the springs creaking beneath him, and swiveled his legs up from the floor. The pillow on his side of the bed was thrust against the headboard, and the man in question eased himself against it. Sam glanced down at the book, now in his lap, and squinted at the blurry gold shapes embossed into the cover. The Warrior of Light grunted in frustration and smacked the book’s cover.
“Fuck’s sake,” he muttered.
With gritted teeth, Sam reached for his nightstand and opened the drawer: the long fingers of his right hand delicately lifted a pair of black-framed eyeglasses from within, unfolded them, and slid them into place across the bridge of his nose. Returning his gaze to the book, the gold letters now crystal clear, Sam read the glittering title:
Eorzean Thesaurus, 2nd Edition
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” he growled, plucking the book from his lap and slamming it against the nightstand with a thud .
“Sam?” came from within the closet.
Sam crossed his arms and let out a huff as Thancred Waters peered through the ajar closet door, the bare skin of his shoulders visible.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Sam snapped. “Fine. Peachy . Just grabbed the damn thesaurus from upstairs instead of my actual book, is all.”
Thancred grinned, but repressed the gesture after eyes pointed like daggers glared his way.
“Dear me,” he replied. “Should I go back upstairs and find your book?”
“No,” Sam groaned. “It’s fine, I didn’t want to read anyway.”
The Warrior of Light turned to the nightstand and blew a raspberry at the thesaurus.
“Dumb book.”
Thancred, still repressing his grin, disappeared back into the lit closet.
“What about you?” Sam asked after the vanishing man. “Find that shirt of yours yet?”
“I have now!” Thancred cried, out of sight.
More rattling of hangers as a garment was pulled free, followed by the soft whispering of
fabric against skin.
“Oh,” uttered Thancred. “Oh, dear.”
“What’s wrong?” questioned Sam.
“Sam, have you been putting the clothes over the hearth to dry?”
The flummoxed Warrior of Light sat up.
“No?” he asked. “Not our dress clothes, anyway. They hang on the line, like they always have.”
“Damn,” Thancred muttered. “Seven hells .”
“Thancred?”
The light in the closet winked out, and the door opened; Thancred Waters emerged in a white dress shirt that clung to his broad torso like a second skin. Shoulder length sleeves constricted around his biceps like a snake’s yawning jaw; the top button was unclasped, the throat of the shirt wide open, and the remaining buttons visibly straining to remain in their loops. Thancred scratched at his exposed collar bones, his signature white choker resting between them and his purple Archon marks. The legs of gray boxer shorts were visible below the dress shirt’s hemline.
Sam covered his mouth with both hands, suppressing a grin. Thancred merely shook his head, then extended his arms out in a pose.
“Well?” he asked, voice flat. “Can I still pull it off?”
The other man in the room lowered his hands, paused in thought for a moment, then opened his mouth twice in false starts before finally responding:
“I’m surprised you could pull it on .”
Thancred let out a mock gasp.
“You’ll have to cut it off,” Sam added.
The gunbreaker grimaced, then sighed, a gesture cut off by a sudden wince as the fabric around his chest tightened.
“Looks like I need to find something else to wear to the garden party tomorrow. I doubt that Her Grace, the Sultana, will approve of this attire.”
“We’ll find you something,” Sam assured him. “Hey, you need help taking it off?”
“No,” Thancred replied. “All I really need to do is this -”
Sam remained still as Thancred stretched out his arms, took in a deep breath, and thrust his chest out before him. The struggling buttons of the shirt finally gave way, ripping free in a series of rapid clicks . The sides fell open and to the side, listless. Thancred exhaled the breath, which sounded more like a sigh of relief, and rubbed a hand along his bare stomach. He glanced down, then visibly tensed as the soft flesh of his torso tightened with firm muscle and tight abs.
“Maybe I need to lose a little shape,” he said after another sharp exhale. “Starting to outgrow my own clothes.”
“Don’t you dare,” Sam objected. “I like your shape just the way it is.”
Thancred’s eyes looked up, and his grin finally blossomed across his face.
“Do you, now?” he asked.
“I do, down to the last onze.”
“Then that’s all the motivation I need to-”
Thancred’s hands pulled the shirt open further, and he once again tensed as his abs popped out above the v-lines of his adonis belt.
“-keep in such fabulous shape.”
Sam, smiling now, scanned him up and down before rolling his eyes. A faint blush tinted the Warrior of Light’s cheeks. Suddenly, Thancred went slack again and did a visible double take.
“Whoa,” he said.
Sam glanced around, expecting to see something out of place.
“What?” he questioned.
Thancred brought a hand up to his face, touching near his silver eyes. Sam mirrored the gesture, but stopped after striking the frames of his glasses.
“ Oh- ” he sputtered, then realized. “Oh?”
“Your glasses,” Thancred explained.
“Yeah?” Sam said with a shrug. “What about them?”
“Those are nice.”
“I disagree- they’re pains in my ass, one frame for each cheek.”
“How long have you had those?”
“A couple of weeks, maybe. What’s the big deal, anyway? You knew I had them, I told you after I first got them.”
“In a letter,” Thancred replied. “I’ve never seen you wear them before now, neither of us have been home at the same time until tonight.”
Sam, an unamused expression on his face, adjusted the frames on his nose and shrugged.
“Well, get a good look, because here they are.”
“Those are nice .”
“Thanks, I guess.”
“I mean it, they’re really nice.”
Sam then registered a growing heat in Thancred’s gaze; he felt himself growing shy the longer his partner’s eyes burned in his direction.
“I still don’t like when I have to wear them,” he admitted, feeling a warmth in his face. “But I’m adjusting.”
“When do you have to wear them?” Thancred asked.
“Only when I have to read things.”
“But you can wear them whenever you want, technically, yeah?”
“I guess, but why would I?”
“Might help you adjust faster.”
“Maybe.”
“That,” Thancred’s tone lowered to a growl. “And you just look so damn sexy with them on.”
Sam’s eyes widened behind his glasses.
“Say again?” he asked.
Thancred crossed his arms and tilted his head at Sam, still grinning.
“You heard me, Sam. You look absolutely breathtaking in those.”
“I do?” the man in question asked, his hands coming up to his reddening cheeks.
“Just when I think I can’t find you any more sexy than I already do, you go and prove me wrong every time.”
Sam briefly removed his glasses and looked at them, before returning them across his face.
“You really feel that strongly about these things?”
“Indeed I do,” Thancred said with a nod.
“Why?” Sam asked with a laugh. “Do they make you hot ?”
“Yes.”
Sam snickered a laugh, but Thancred didn’t mirror the gesture; his eyes widened in realization.
“You’re serious? ” the former asked.
“Well,” Thancred muttered. “I guess, maybe, in a way?”
Sam shook his head, smile widening.
“Just when I think there’s no more to learn about you, Thancred Waters.”
“I can explain.”
“Oh, please .” Sam lowered his glasses to the edge of his nose and coyly glared at Thancred from behind them. “I’m listening.”
Now Thancred was the one feeling heat in his face.
“It’s not exactly the glasses themselves,” he began. “It’s more to do with the types I always saw wearing them back in Sharlayan. Brilliant academics who traveled the world, saw things beyond your wildest dreams, and carried themselves with such an intoxicating sophistication. During my school days, there’s a fair number of instructors I remember quite clearly: when I was still but a child, I had an Elezen physics instructor with yalms-long legs and a bosom barely contained by her sweaters.”
Thancred glanced down at his own chest, still framed by the open shirt.
“One of those pains I’m quite familiar with now. Anyroad, I didn’t think much of it until when I was closer to a man. I had a tutor that was a large Roegadyn man, far from the elegant grace of an Elezen: broad shoulders, barrel chested, and thick forearms. Imagine my surprise when I found myself just as flustered by his presence as I was by the Elezen instructor years before.”
The gunbreaker’s hands tightened into fists at his side.
“I saw these poised, precise academic minds and wanted to undo them with my own two hands.”
“And that’s why glasses make you hot?” Sam questioned. “You want to mess up the people wearing them?”
“Absolutely,” Thancred said with a sigh.
“You feel that way now? With my glasses?”
“Achingly so,” the gunbreaker sneered.
“Even though I’m not an academic?”
“Doesn’t matter, my love, I’d still love to unravel you.”
Sam pulled his t-shirt above his head, tossed it to the floor, and leaned back against the pillow braced against the headboard. His legs parted, and Thancred’s eyes went to the visible bulge in his black undershorts, trailing back along the line of coarse black hair leading up to his navel.
“Then by all means,” the Warrior of Light purred. “Come closer .”
Sam beckoned to Thancred with the index finger of his left hand, and patted the empty side of the bed with his right. Thancred, nodding enthusiastically, slid the dress shirt from his shoulders as he circled to the unoccupied pillow. The shirt, however, caught at his biceps. Thancred grunted in frustration as he wrestled with the constricting fabric, feeling a tingle in his forearms the more he struggled. His pecs bounced with each exertion.
“Come on,” he hissed. “Blasted thing-”
Two loud rips as the fabric of the sleeves split above bulging muscles. The shirt’s death grip slackened, and the unruly garment finally dropped to the floor.
“ Finally .”
Free of his constraints, Thancred leapt into the bed and laid on his left side facing Sam, who turned his own body to meet him. Immediately, heat between the two blossomed. Thancred reached out, cupped Sam’s hip, and rubbed a steady line up and down his side. Sam cupped the gunbreaker’s chin, and pulled him closer.
“Now you’re all mine,” Sam smirked.
“Always,” replied Thancred.
Two mouths met in an open and hunger kiss, lips kneading and tongues lapping into warm, wet flesh. Both men closed their eyes, enveloped in the passion erupting between them. Their bodies closed in, their chests brushing against each other and rapidly hardening lengths resting parallel in their respective shorts. Thancred broke the kiss and rested his forehead against Sam’s, his chest now heaving with his breath.
“Look at what you do to me,” he said, eyes glancing below.
“Yeah?” a breathless Sam asked. “Look what you do to me -”
His phrase was cut off as his mouth was once again ensnared by Thancred’s hungering lips. Coarse, nimble hands traveled to Sam’s shoulders and rolled him onto his back. Sam barely had time to react as Thancred’s mouth never broke contact. The rough hands caressed Sam’s broad shoulders, swept across his neck, and rubbed circles in a trail leading down toward his stomach. Briefly, the traveling hands stopped and traced two calloused thumbs across the hard, beaded points of Sam’s nipples. Sam gasped at this touch, moaning into Thancred’s mouth.
The gunbreaker took this as his cue, and soon pinned Sam to the bed by rolling overtop of him. Again, their lips never broke contact. Thancred’s thick, meaty legs bracketed Sam’s hips and trapped them within a vice grip. Finally, the lips parted with a wet smack , but Thancred soon latched his mouth onto Sam’s neck and sucked hard. Sam groaned in approval, hips bucking into the warmth of Thancred’s abdomen, erect tip meeting hard muscle. More mouthing, sucking kisses peppered down Sam’s chest, upon each of his stiff nipples, and down his stomach to the enticing trail of dark hair disappearing below the hem of his shorts. Thancred’s tongue pressed flat against the trail of hair, licking a stripe up and then down in repeated strokes. Their bodies were no longer parallel, but now part of the same vertical line running down the left side of the double bed.
Sam reached down and gripped a hand through Thancred’s white hair, pulling him up mid-lick of his trail.
“Enough teasing,” he begged. “Take me.”
Thancred retracted his tongue and beamed.
“As you wish,” he replied.
Sam cried out as strong arms thrust his legs high into the air, then pulled his black shorts up and over his ankles in a quick motion. His lower half fell back to the mattress, white skin and dark hair nestled around a rigid, leaking erection pointing straight up into the air. Thancred, half-smirk on his face, brought Sam’s knees atop his shoulders as he laid prone against the mattress. The same nimble, rough hands gripped Sam’s aching stiffness by the base.
There was no warning or coy teasing, just pure desire as Thancred’s mouth enveloped the swollen head. Sam snapped back against the pillow, his left forearm raising to cover his own mouth as desperate moans escaped his throat. Below, Thancred’s grip on his base remained firm, the vibrations of his own hungering grunts sending Sam higher and higher into ecstasy. A smirk of satisfaction still remained on his lips, as the champion of Eorzea was reduced to a helpless mess by his mouth alone.
Sam’s hand returned to the back of Thancred’s head, his hips rutting and rolling, thrusting his cock deeper into Thancred’s mouth. The gunbreaker braced himself against the mattress, keeping his mouth and throat open as his lover’s breathing grew faster, his rhythm becoming desperate. Sam’s chest now glistened with sweat, and the cords on his neck stood out as his mouth formed silent throes of pleasure.
“ Fuck ,” he grunted. “Thancred, I think I’m gonna cum.”
Thancred said nothing, his mouth otherwise occupied, but his left hand began caressing Sam’s outer thigh.
“Yeah,” Sam gasped. “Oh, hells- I’m gonna cum. Oh, fuck.”
The Warrior of Light convulsed, sitting upright as one final word escaped his throat:
“ SHIT! ”
Thancred’s grip on Sam’s thigh tightened as the cock in his mouth pulsed and released warmth that trickled down his throat and welled across the inside of his chest. The gunbreaker opened his eyes, blurry with tears, and saw Sam’s abdominals tighten as his body shook with more convulsions. Each shudder from the man gripping his head from above signaled another spurt of cum. Finally, Sam went slack and thudded back against his pillow, chest heaving and eyes glassy behind the black frames of his glasses.
Sam wiped a hand across his forehead as Thancred’s tongue worked around his length once, then twice, to collect the salty remains of his moment of ecstasy. The gunbreaker’s mouth slid off with a wet pop , and Sam gasped at the sudden coolness of the air on his wet, throbbing cock. Thancred’s thumb wiped at the corners of his mouth, his throat bobbing as he swallowed; he came to rest on his own pillow, then rolled over to look at Sam in his flushed and glistening state.
“Unbelievable,” he finally said, his voice slightly croaky.
Sam, chest still heaving, looked over with a half-lidded expression.
“What?” he asked.
“All that work, those glasses didn’t even move.”
A moment of silence passed between them; Sam snickered first, then erupted into full-throated laughter. Thancred’s eyes squinted shut as his chest hitched in silent amusement. Sam slid the glasses to the edge of his nose, then tilted the frames to the left, leaving them askew on his face.
“There,” he said. “Better?”
“Much,” Thancred replied. “Thank you, I’m proud of myself now.”
Sam glanced down at Thancred’s crotch, where his shorts were pitched in a tent dotted with two wet spots at the crest of the straining fabric.
“Don’t thank me yet. We’re not done.”
Thancred gasped in surprise as Sam’s hand made contact with his crotch, nimble fingers tracing up and down the shaft throbbing beneath the fabric.
“You don’t have to,” he explained.
Sam sat up.
“What is it you always say? Your turn ?”
“As you love to remind me, yes.”
The Warrior of Light pointed down at Thancred’s feet.
“Then lose the shorts,” Sam ordered. “Time to return the favor.”
Thancred made a faux bowing gesture.
“As you wish,” he replied.
Sam rolled over to his nightstand, where the drawer still sat open below the disregarded thesaurus; he reached inside and, this time, produced a green glass bottle filled with clear oil. Thancred, meanwhile, kicked his gray shorts from his ankles to the floor.
“What do I need to do?” he asked.
Sam, bottle still in hand, sat atop of Thancred and bracketed the other man’s hips with his kneecaps.
“Just lay back and relax,” the Warrior of Light said. “Time for you to unravel now.”
Thancred merely watched in breathless anticipation, hands laying against Sam’s outer thighs, as the other man uncorked the bottle of oil and slathered his right palm with it. The greased hand reached behind Sam and gripped Thancred’s throbbing erection. The gunbreaker’s eyes fluttered as a firm grip pumped up and down his slick shaft in a steady motion.
Sam released his grip on Thancred, and his oiled hand traveled between the cheeks of his own ass. Two probing fingers nudged a tight rim of muscle, encircling it in gentle rubs. Sam’s breathing hitched as the rim slackened, and his fingers entered his own body. Silent gasps escaped the man as his hand pumped in and out of himself. Finally, the fingers withdrew, and once again encircled Thancred’s hard cock. Thancred swallowed, and the chorus of night itself fell silent outside in anticipation of what was to come.
Sam lowered himself onto Thancred, guiding the rigid member to his own waiting entrance, and gently nudging his own slackened rim. Thancred let out a cry as the rim enveloped his head, and Sam’s warmth soon overtook his own. Sam, meanwhile, bit his lip as his lover slid deeper into him. Finally, he reached the base, and both men let out a shuddering exhale. Sam braced his hands against Thancred’s pecs, his thumbs reaching out and tracing circles around flushed red nipples. Thancred reached up and held Sam around his wrists, making sure the tracing fingers didn’t move.
“You ready?” the Warrior of Light asked.
“I love you so much,” Thancred replied.
“I love you, too.”
Thancred then gave a nod; Sam leaned forward and kissed his forehead.
Slowly, the hips entrapping Thancred against the bed began to rock and gyrate. Thancred’s eyes fluttered as Sam thrusted against his cock, fucking himself as Thancred would in any other situation. Sam’s breath escaped in short, brief huffs. All the while, his tracing fingers never once lost their rhythm around Thancred’s swollen mammaries. The gunbreaker popped an index finger into his own mouth, wet it with a string of spit, and spread it across both nipples. Sam’s thumbs massaged the moisture across the hard buds, gliding across the sensitive points with ease.
Thancred’s hands moved to the small of Sam’s back, keeping a firm grip and helping guide him as the pace of his self-fucking quickened, his bounces going from slow and steady to quick and hungry. Sam’s cock, now only half-erect, traced lines of clear discharge along Thancred’s stomach with each pass. The gunbreaker’s mouth fell open, and he eased further back against his pillow. Sam’s hands ceased their relentless teasing and cradled the sides of Thancred’s face; the rhythm of his hips slowed as he leaned in for a kiss, gentle and ravenous at the same time.
“Need-?” Sam panted. “Need a break?”
Thancred shook his head.
“Don’t you dare move away,” he growled. “Any distance between us right now would feel like far too much.”
“You’re so clingy when you’re horny,” Sam quipped, laughing right after.
A weak, silent laugh came from Thancred.
“I’m not gonna last much longer,” he warned. “If you keep on riding me like that.”
A smirk came to Sam’s lips; suddenly, the black framed eyeglasses switched from his face to Thancred’s, who looked up at his lover with distorted vision behind slightly cloudy frames.
“Let’s see if I can make them move,” he said.
Thancred sputtered a laugh.
“Godspeed,” he replied. “I love you.”
“Love you ,” Sam panted. “Thancred.”
A smile twitched at the corners of the gunbreaker’s mouth.
“Say that again.”
Sam furrowed his brow.
“Say what?” he asked.
“My name, that’s what. Say my name as you fuck yourself against me.”
Sam let out a shuddering, surprised laugh.
“Don’t hold back, either. I want the neighbors to know who’s got you feeling so good.”
“All right, then,” Sam replied. “ Thancred .”
The man in question bit his lip as the hips pinning him to the bed began to rock once
more.
“Fuck,” the Warrior of Light gasped. “ Thancred .”
Harder. Faster. Sam’s flesh rippled on each impact against Thancred’s lap, his cock disappearing repeatedly inside of him.
“Sam,” Thancred rasped. “Ah- fuck .”
“You gonna cum?”
Thancred merely nodded.
“Don’t hold back,” the other man urged. “Let it free, my love. Let it go, Thancred.”
“ Ah -”
Sam let out a cry.
“ Thancred !” he yelled. “ Oh, fuck- THANCRED! ”
That was all the gunbreaker needed; he arched his back and let out a savage growl. The cords on his neck stood out with each grunt. Sam let out a delighted gasp as he felt warmth shoot up inside of him, blossoming across his insides. With a final, desperate cry, Thancred went slack and leaned hard into Sam’s chest. His breath shuddered as his lover wrapped arms around his neck in a tender embrace, and planted a kiss atop his head. Thancred managed to look up at Sam, the eyeglasses coming askew before sliding off of the gunbreaker entirely.
“ Aha! ” Sam cried.
“What?” Thancred asked, then realized. “ What? ”
“I did it!”
“Like hell you did, those things were perfectly straight until I knocked them off myself.”
“It was my chest that did the knocking.”
“It was my head that did the turning.”
“It was my hips that drove you into my chest in the first place.”
“It was my cock you were riding.”
A moment of silence passed between them; this time, Thancred broke first, sputtering laughter that caused Sam to wheeze.
“What’s wrong with us?” the latter asked, hysterical.
“Not a thing,” Thancred replied. “We’re perfect as we are, my love.”
Sam plucked the eyeglasses from Thancred’s face and deposited them on the top of the nightstand, next to the discarded thesaurus.
“There,” he said. “I think I prefer you this way.”
“For the best, really. I couldn’t see a damn thing out of those glasses.”
Sam scoffed.
“Couldn’t have been that bad.”
“Are you sure you need them just for reading?” Thancred asked.
“Okay-”
“If those are the lenses they gave you, I think your vision is worse than you realize.
“ Okay ,” Sam snapped. “I get it, you think I’m blind.”
“ I think?”
“Until I get told otherwise, yes. You think I’m blind.”
Thancred’s arms snaked around Sam’s waist, and his lips gently pecked at his chin.
“No,” he said. “ I think it doesn’t matter. I love you just the same.”
Sam smiled; a genuine, warm gesture.
“And I love you, Thancred.”
Thancred closed his eyes, leaning forward against Sam’s chest and nuzzling a spot just below his collar bones. Sam, meanwhile, glanced over at the thesaurus sitting below his eyeglasses on the nightstand, the gold embossed title once again a glittering blur.
“Just one more thing,” the Warrior of Light said.
“What?” Thancred replied, voice muffled against his lover’s chest.
“If that was the thesaurus I grabbed, then where the hells did I put my actual book?”
Thancred was silent for a moment; outside, the churning chorus of the crickets had resumed.
“Tomorrow’s problem,” he finally said.
Sam sighed, then nodded.
“Yeah,” he replied. “Tomorrow’s problem.”