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Athis is a man's man. His father taught him to be strong, to work hard. To not cry like a girl. To be a strong warrior, a strong husband to a beautiful woman one day.
But Gilmoren is beautiful.
Gilly isn't the first man Athis has looked at. But he is the first one to be around this much, actually joining the ranks of the Companions. He caught Athis' eye almost immediately, with big glasses that glinted in the sunlight and a small smile that lit up the room. It was also just nice to have another elf around. There is little to no prejudice among the Companions, despite a colorful history, but there is a certain level of comfort in seeing another set of pointed ears.
Athis did what he always did when a man caught his attention: ignored it. The Companions saw many new recruits who didn't last past their first mission. Likely, the problem would take care of itself. But Gilly stuck around, and it got harder and harder not to stare. Gilly was too big of a personality to ignore. He's all laughs and teasing, wrestling with people twice his size and not being sore when he loses. He stretched out like a cat on the floor with books and snacks, taking up a massive amount of space for such a tiny body. Athis would swallow hard, and definitely never stared at his ass. He shakes up the Companions, forces them to be better, and frankly Gilly accomplishes more than Kodlak ever did.
Athis knows it's okay for men to like other men. He knows lots of queers, he doesn't care what they do or have a bad opinion of them. But there's a block there he's never been able to name.
Gilly makes it even harder. Athis can’t stop thinking about him.
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“Athis,” Gilly snapped his fingers right in front of his nose, making him jump. Athis smacked his hand away, blushing and getting even more pissed off because of it.
“What do you want?”
“Y’ sound like you swallowed that bear ‘stead of killing him.” Gilly teased, his odd accent dancing in the top of his mouth. Athis longed to taste it. He wanted to swallow his tongue and feel his warmth under his skin.
“Don't talk nonsense.” he said, opening his mouth as little as possible. His tone did nothing to the smile dancing in Gilly’s eyes.
“‘fraid that's all I know how to talk. But really, you had an alright time?”
“I left the coin on your desk already.
Gilly thumped him affectionately on the shoulder as he walked away, and it itched.
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Why are all my friends so horny?
It's Ria's birthday: Gilly is drunk and straddling her lap, his hips swaying to the music, Ria is holding his hands and squealing with delight. They're not even the right kind of queer for each other. Athis is drunk and bitter about it. He's staring openly, watching Gilly throw his head back at the sky and smile brighter than any of the stars. Farkas is watching Gilly too, with a small smile and a blush creeping up his cheek.
Bastard. What does he have that I don't?
Athis stands; he's drunk enough that he feels like the ground is moving beneath him. Someone is saying his name but he's ignoring them, holding his arms out like he's on a rocking boat, trying not to fall over. Then there's another bottle in his hand that he doesn't remember picking up, Aela is challenging him to an arm wrestle, and he loses track of Gilly for a bit. That's a good thing but he can't quite remember why.
An undetermined amount of time later he's in his room with a hand down his pants. The other hand is covering his mouth, muffling the stupid girly shit that's coming out of him right now. He feels like his cock has been hard for hours. He tries not to, but he's thinking about Gilly. Gilly with a laugh that sounds like music, warm breath on his neck, hair fanned out on the pillow. He wonders what Gilly likes. He wonders what he sounds like. He can't keep his hips still, bucking up into his hand.
Gilly left ages ago. Farkas threw him over a shoulder and carried him back to the house. Athis tries not to wonder what they are doing right then.
He thinks about Gilly saying his name, moaning it with his face turned up towards the sky. That image makes his orgasm hit him, breathing hard against his hand as his hips twitch.
Fuck