So sorry for the delay on this latest chapter; real life got in the way, and I spent my time dealing with something unexpected with some of our research deer. Anyway, another huge thanks to everyone reviewing, favoriting, subscribing, etc. I've gotten so much response from this fic, and I can't tell you how much it means to me!
"Blondie! You in or not?" The words made Anders jump in his seat. He struggled not to moan from the added friction. Hawke chuckled as he saw the blood rushing to the mage's cheeks.
"Yeah, he's in. I'm going to sit this one out," the warrior answered for him, still skillfully pumping the other man's erection. "Better yet, I'm just going to give Anders a helping hand."
Fuck you and your double meanings… Anders felt all eyes on him while he blushed uncontrollably, unable to speak for himself. But luckily, Sebastian just started dealing out the cards to turn everyone's focus away. The mage grabbed his cards and made a meager attempt to sort them, not even sure what game they were playing.
"Diamondback," Hawke whispered into the mage's ear as he leaned in. He managed to lick the shell of the other man's ear once before pulling back. Anders shook a little as he rearranged the cards. It was hard enough to concentrate on keeping still and quiet, let alone play a game that he was already terrible at. He just said a few silent prayers to the Maker to help him get through it as the others played in turn.
"Hey, hands out from under the table, Hawke," Varric demanded. "You cheat at this game enough already." With that, Hawke took his hand off of Anders' throbbing erection and raised both hands into the air as though he was surrendering.
Anders started coughing uncontrollably once he looked up at Hawke's hands. He could see his own pre-ejaculate fluid sliding down the surface of his right palm. The only fortunate thing about the situation was that surely all eyes moved to him rather than the warrior. He sat his cards face down and grabbed for the closest drink he could find, drowning the entire thing.
"Get your own drink, mage," Fenris spat. The look in his eye indicated that he'd much rather watch the blonde man die than have his lips anywhere near his wine glass ever again.
Hawke slapped Anders across the back several times, no doubt wiping off the fluid at the same time. "Now, now, Fenris. That's no way to speak to my boyfriend." The elf scowled and the game continued.
As Anders cleared his throat and set a card into the pile at the center of the table, he leaned over to whisper into Hawke's ear. "Love, please…clearly I can't handle this. The others are going to notice."
Hawke just smiled and slid his hand back under the table. He gripped onto Anders' cock; his smile grew as he felt how hard it still was. "Maybe I want them to." Once again, the warrior started to work his hand up and down the shaft, harder and faster than he had before. "Don't forget to tell me-"
"Yeah, yeah, I know!" Anders hadn't realized how loud he'd said it until everyone was looking at him again. He could feel his throat begin to dry again, a cough just itching to be had.
"Well, if you're so good at this game, then I'll just shut up," Hawke answered. His attempt at a save seemed to have worked. Anders set down another card and drew another one. He bit his lip to hold back a moan. All the while, Hawke continued to work him with his hand, now alternating between long and slow strokes with short, fast ones.
A clinking sound came from underneath the table. "Shit, dropped one of my rings," Hawke said. He withdrew his hand from around Anders' erection, pushed back his chair, and dove under the table. The mage was relieved that he had been released. But that was until he felt a hot, wet tongue slide across his entire length. The blonde nearly gasped, but strained to compose himself. Once lips stretched over the head, he kicked out wildly until he felt his boot connect with his lover's body. He was close. Too close.
The warrior pulled back and crawled out from under the table. He put on his ring and smiled at the group. "I'm going to go out for a smoke." With that, he leaned down to kiss Anders' temple. "Meet me out back once this round is over," he whispered. He left.
"I thought he quit," Merrill said, breaking the deafening silence.
Anders, still flushed in the face responded. "H-he quits about every other day." He leaned his forehead against his palm, elbow on the table. His head was aching now in addition to his erection.
"What's wrong with you, mage? Trouble in paradise?"
He had barely opened his mouth when Merrill decided to answer for him. "We're not in Paradise, Fenris. This is the Hanged Man. But Anders did tell me on our walk over here that he and Hawke have been having trouble in the bedroom."
Anders' eyes widened and his jaw dropped. He noticed Fenris snickering and made a mental note to make good on his drawings. "How in the name of the Maker did you come up with that from our talk, Merrill? I said nothing of the sort!"
"But Isabela has been helping me learn about hidden meanings. And you said something about not being able to find releas-"
"Kitten, leave the poor boy alone," Isabela interrupted. Fenris was trying his best to compose himself. The rest of the group starred at the horrified mage. "Besides," the pirate continued, "if they're having so much trouble, why was he getting blown under the table?"
Fenris straightened up, scowl back on his face. Sebastian looked over disgusted at the mage and scooted over a bit. Varric pulled out a quill and started to scratch something into a piece of parchment he'd pulled out of nowhere. Merrill went on to ask what 'getting blown' meant. And Anders nearly had a heart attack. He shot a venomous look over at the chuckling pirate, set down his cards, and stood up. He immediately sat back down, eyes wide. He fumbled to push himself back into his smalls and lace up his trousers. With that, he stood back up.
"I-uh. I have to go," was all he managed. He grabbed his staff and exited the room. As he walked away, he could hear the group erupt in laughter. He scowled and made his way back in the room, looking directly at Fenris. "And just so you know, the sex is amazing."
As he left for good this time, he heard more laughing, but this time it was somewhat diminished. He pushed past patrons in the crowded main room and exited the bar. Rounding the corner to the back of the building, he saw Hawke leaning against a wall and smoking.
"You must have been doing pretty well if you were up there for so long, Darling. You win us anything?"
Anders walked over to him, took the cigarette from him and held it in front of his view. "I'm going to kill you before these things have the chance to." He tossed it to the ground and stomped on it. "What the fuck has gotten into you? They know," he hissed.
Hawke just smiled, thrilled with how hot Anders was when he was mad. "They know what? That I love you? That you're mine?" He paused. "Good. Let them know. Besides, Varric has been eyeing me lately, and he needs to know that this isn't just some fling between us."
"You really think this was the place? You're killing me!"
The warrior pulled the other man against him, kissing him along the neck a few times. "Actually, I do think this is the place. You're so fucking hot right now."
Anders leaned into a kiss and moaned. No, no. Resist. He pulled back. "It loses meaning when you say it constantly."
"Well how am I to blame when you look hot constantly. It's just not fair, Anders." He pulled the blonde back to him. "You just walk around with your beautiful eyes and these feathered pauldrons and your pouty lips. You don't know what it does to me!" He leaned in to suck on the mage's bottom lip. "So pouty."
The blonde couldn't help but smile. "Fine, let's just go home then. I think I deserve it after this."
Hawke only tightened his hold around his lover. "What if I want to take you right here?"
Anders rolled his eyes. "I love you, Hawke. Really I do. But sometimes you're a complete idiot. You want to have sex in the alley behind the Hanged Man?"
The warrior laughed. "You were the one that wanted to have sex in public in the first place. You're always talking about how we should fuck sometime when we're at the Wounded Coast."
"On some secluded part of the beach, not in front of people!" Anders corrected. "Besides, it's dangerous here at night. I can only imagine that I'd end up with more than just your sword inside me…"
Hawke moaned. "Oh Maker fine! Let's go before I lose it right here." He grabbed the mage's arm and started dragging him back towards Hightown. "You're so fucking hot when you talk like that."