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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Written for Jadder Week Day 7 - Rest.
Summary:
Janosh tends to a sick Adder.
Preview of a fic:
He slides both of his hands beneath Adder’s head, scooping it up. Adder stops whining, choosing to breathe through his nose. Good that is a less annoying sound. Slowly Janosh sits. He stretches both of his legs out, on either side of the Adder and his blanket. Adder squirms, trying to move closer. Janosh freezes.
“Behave.”
“Asshole.”
Janosh rolls his eyes. He could leave Adder like this, head held up at an awkward angle. Give him back pain for being such a pain in the ass. Would be fitting.
Adder’s head turns in Janosh’s hold. His face flush like an apple and lips puffy. He looks so sad. Not weak. Maybe a little stupid but Leszek is never weak. Heels push against the wood as Janosh scoots closer.
His mouth opens. The whine is replaced by a contented moan as Janosh gently lays Adder’s head in his lap. Loose hair catches on Janosh’s stomach as Adder moves his head back and forth. Janosh keeps his legs on the sides of the blanket, holding it in place over Adder as the other man shifts.
With his nose pressed in between the bottom of Janosh’s stomach and above his thigh, Adder inhales deeply. A grin.
After a hard day, can finally relax and give loose to feelings💔
Day 7: Rest
That’s the end of this wonderful week. I in love, so much content, it’s amazing! I’m really happy! I’m going to read fanfics all next week and cry with happiness!
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Taste
Another Life
Folklore
Confession
Ritual
Fight
Rest
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Adder and Janosh have a little game they like to call "how long before the Czech conks out and we can fuck". Only... the Czech has caught on.
Oral Sex
Blow Jobs
Voyeurism
Anal Fingering
Anal Sex
sex with feelings adder is trying to hide
a barely interested voyeur
Feelings
Insults
Adder's lines are all in Polish
spiked drinks
Thank you @nadsdraws for the Polish translations for Adder!
Read it below or on AO3
The Devil's Den was never completely quiet. There was always something to break the silence - drunken laughter, angry gamblers, fitful sleepers. But, up in the attic where Janosh, Adder, and Kubyenka had made themselves at home, it was relatively peaceful for the most part, until the former two decided to ply Kubyenka with whatever they could find. It was a game, they said, to see what it would take to incapacitate the Czech. They would praise him, count him amongst the heavy drinkers of their own kind, Polish and Hungarian alike. And for a week or so, Kubyenka went along with their game, knowing it for the scheme it was until curiosity got the better of him.
"Wait," he slurred, hand over his cup, even as Janosh's new concoction sloshed over it. "What's in this?"
"Oh, is usual," Janosh shrugged. "I make Schnapps, just for you, friend. Drink."
"Is it just strong, or did you put a little something extra in again, to make me sleep."
Janosh stood up, back straight, wearing offence like armour.
And as far as armour went, it could just as well have been made of rose petals. It wasn't going to do shit to help him no matter how well it suited him.
"You're trying to get me to blackout so you can fuck," Kubyenka growled. "You think I couldn't taste the chamomile last time?"
"Wha-a-a-t," the word was stuttered out in a stale, unconvincing laugh as Janosh set the jug down and waved a dismissive hand at Adder whose leg had begun bobbing up and down impatiently.
"Kubyenka. Friend…."
"Everyone knows you fuck. Get me an ale and let me watch."
"Powiedziałeś mu?"
"I say nothing to no one," Janosh snapped, trying to weaponise his offence on Adder, but with far less force. "But, uh…. you want to watch?" His eyes were back on the thorn in their sexual, if not romantic, side.
There was no mocking in the shrug, no eagerness either, just simple curiosity like a man agreeing to see the pig that was to be his supper. Kubyenka snatched up Adder's cup and downed it, figuring that, at least, would be safe from any sleeping concoctions. It seemed to Kubyenka, they'd been growing more impatient recently and trying to slip in a little help. But not tonight.
"Chyba cię pojebało," Adder sighed, "chcesz żeby patrzył?"
"No, but life easier if he know?"
"Nie będzie oglądał jak mnie ruchasz."
"Maybe you suck my cock and then I let you fuck me? Is fair."
"Dobra ale tym razem nie połykam."
"Fine, fine. But you know you like taste of me," Janosh said before slapping his thighs with a "Right!" and standing up. "We let you watch this once. See if you like maybe?"
Kubyenka threw his hands up in honourable defeat and said, "I think just watching is fine for me, and then you can do it whenever you want without giving me a hangover."
They watched Adder, expression serious, move from his stool with his usual swiftness and shove Janosh against the table. For a moment, Kubyenka's hand itched for a weapon - a jug perhaps to knock the Pole out, but instead of a fight breaking out, Adder hooked his foot around the leg of the stool between the Hungarian's legs and pulled it closer so he could sit.
Relaxing a little, Janosh pressed his palms on the table's edge, bracing himself as he affectionately watched Adder tugging at his braies. No matter how he looked at Adder there was always that twinkle in his eyes that expressed more love than probably even the finest French poems. Kubyenka had never taken it for romantic before. Even now he thought it was something else, some strange bond between two broken men who needed that last thread of kindness in a cruel world before they shattered completely. For Kubyenka it was booze. Hell, for most men it was. But they'd hedged their bets with each other, which was a dangerous game. There was always more to drink once your cup was empty. If these two were to lose watch other, what would be left to fix them? Besides Kubyenka, anyway. He was fond enough of them that he'd at least try to see them through. But he was always so prepared for loss he wondered if he had what it would take.
Adder's smirk had returned. He'd have made a great noble in another life, a dangerous, ravenous brat who brought shame on his family at every turn. He did a pretty decent job even at his lowborn status, mind.
He took Janosh's already eager cock into his hand and pumped a little more life into it, making unmovable, daring eye contact with his friend who was biting the inside of his mouth and trying to put on a brave face before a gasp escaped when lips finally enveloped him.
Their first kiss had come after their first fuck. Quite a while after, in fact. But it had been clumsy and passionate and fearful. And painful. Adder had come in so hard that he split Janosh's lip against his teeth. Since then, the taste of blood had quietly reminded them both of each other. Janosh's tongue ran over the little cut he'd made on the inside of his cheek. Adder wouldn't kiss him in front of Kubyenka, wouldn't let himself be seen that way, so Janosh had to make do with his own little reminder. This was simple for him, really. He knew how he was. A killer with a heart and a need to be touched with gentle hands from time to time. But he enjoyed Adder's rough hands well enough when they were getting him off. He'd seek out the warmth later when Kubyenka has succumbed to sleep.
"Ó basszus," he groaned, grabbing Adder's poor excuse for a ponytail and tearing it free so he could get a decent handful of blond hair, tugging it tight. He was rewarded with a growl that reverberated around his cock and held Adder in place a little longer until the Pole gagged and pulled free.
"Chcesz mnie zabić? Wal sie ty tłusty wieprzu., teraz moja kolej."
"Now? But you not finish."
"Dojdziesz na moim kutasie. Dalej, ruszaj sie prosiaczku."
Janosh grabbed Adder by the scruff of his neck and lifted him easily to his feet before pushing him towards the nearest pallet.
"Little prick."
"Zawsze tak mówisz dopóki nie jest w twojej dupie."
"I can't tell if you guys are gonna fight or fuck," Kubyenka huffed from the table, getting to his feet and moving round to the stool Adder had occupied. He leant back and sat, legs comfortably apart like a lord overseeing his courtiers.
"Hey," Janosh warned when he felt Adder tense behind him, "you watch with eyes not mouth."
He was on his hands and knees, Adder with a handful of his hips, glaring at Kubyenka. And, after a quick nod from their friend, Adder began to tug at the ties keeping Janosh's hose up, pulling them down roughly so that the braies could follow, baring Janosh to the cool air.
"Oil," Janosh said, quickly.
"Napluję, wystarczy."
"Oil."
"Jesteś taką cipą jak ktoś patrzy."
"You wish I was pussy, but you make do with Janosh ass for now."
Both men grinned and Adder kindly relented, fetching some oil from beside the sabre he'd been polish earlier, pouring it into his palm, then reaching into his own braies for his own cock and covering it. The remaining oil that coated his hands was spread onto his fingers which then sought out Janosh. To the Hungarian's surprise, the touch was slow and gentle, as if Adder had already forgotten their audience. Fingers caressed down between his cheeks and pressed against his hole, teasing before seeking entry. With his arms folded, Janosh pressed his head down against them and took a breath, letting Adder explore him and loosen him up. His erection hung between his legs patiently.
The sound of movement caught his attention and he peeked up from his arms to see Kubyenka getting his own cock out and trying to stroke some life into it.
"Dirty little man," he chuckled.
"Don't mind me-"
"Zamknij kurwa ryj," Adder barked. "Próbuję się skupić."
"Concentrate on what? You think I hide riddle up my ass? Just fuck already."
The sound of the slap reverberated through the room before he felt the sting lighting up his right cheek - the warmth spreading to his groin even as his voice caught in his throat. He tried to throw an insult but it got stuck and he bit the inside of his cheek again, tasted the blood, and remembered to breathe, just in time to feel Adder's cock pressing against him, apparently not as patient as his touch had implied. Long fingers grabbed his hips, digging into flesh so hard it would bruise - each mark would scream "I love you" in a language nobody else understood.
By the time Adder was fully sheathed inside him, Kubyenka had managed to work himself half hard Janosh noticed as he shot a sneaky glance. While he'd have liked the tenderness that came in small ways with Adder when they were alone, there was something to be said about being watched. His friend's strokes were slow and leisurely - in no rush, unlike Adder who, once he'd taken a moment to luxuriate in the feel of himself completely buried in Janosh, began to thrust.
Janosh's cock swung with the frantic movement of Adder pulling him back and knocking into him, over and over, lost in the frenzy of feeling, so he took himself in hand.
"So-" Kubyenka began.
"Eyes open, mouth shut!" Janosh growled.
Adder took the frustration out on his ass, apparently trying to rush to the finish post.
"Nie może zawsze patrzeć."
The word "always" burrowed into Janosh's mind, and his groin. So Adder wasn't entirely opposed to being watched again. Neither was he, he supposed. And Kubyenka, squirming a little in his seat now, might be willing to play his part again in this strange scene.
"He won't. Now he has seen he will not care."
"A co z resztą?"
"The others," Janosh panted, "only care if fight well. Besides, you fuck plenty of women, they will not think less of you."
He shot Kubyenka a warning look when the man's mouth opened to speak.
"No wiem ale Ty jesteś moim ulubionym starym zboczuchem."
"And you are my favourite, little delinquent."
Kubyenka was leaning forward now, hand working faster, sweat gathering on his forehead as he muttered, "So it's ok for you to talk like I'm not he- kurwa!"
He only just dodged the phial of oil that Adder launched at his head.
A string of curses and insults fell from his lips as the Pole pulled Janosh against his hips and held him there, spilling inside him.
"Kurwa, wybacz—" he began.
"Is ok, just give me hand," Janosh said, guiding it to his own cock and letting Adder finish him off. He came quicker under another's touch and bucked his lover off, once he was done.
Adder collapsed beside him, half laughing, half panting, while Janosh tidied himself up, avoiding Kubyenka's gaze. This part, for some reason, felt more exposing. But when he was dressed and looked up, Kubyenka was doubled over, braies still down and cock presumably out, while he snored softly.
"Kurwa, zasnął." Adder said, almost annoyed.
"Can't resist a drink," Janosh sighed, nodding to the cup of Lullaby spiked wine that had fallen to Kubyenka's feet.
As Janosh stood to move their friend, Adder pulled him back down onto the soiled pallet and held him in place, silently.
Most people viewed Adder as a shallow creature, addicted to fucking. And they weren't entirely wrong, they just missed the deep philosophy behind the man's pleasure. He'd told Janosh, when first trying to bed him, that sex was the only time that all five senses were fully engaged. If you were doing it right, anyway. And every person was different. Some he liked to watch, some smelled incredible, others made the most wonderful sounds. Nearly all felt good. But Janosh, Adder had later admitted, was the person he most liked to taste.
Crushed together on a single pallet, Adder's lips moved from Janosh's and to his neck before resting his head in the crook of the Hungarian's shoulder.
"I love you too," Janosh smiled into the dark. He felt lips curl in a mirrored smile against his skin. His tongue sought out the cut in his cheek, the lingering taste that reminded him of Adder. Taste, he supposed, was his favourite too.
god yall this took it out of me, im so happy with the final result- 3 minute long animatic to the place where he inserted the knife, i hope you all like it!!
HAPPY HALLOWEEN/END OF JADDER WEEK! truly such an incredible honour to be amongst such incredible artists and individuals in this corner of the fandom, thank you to everyone that banded together to make jadder week a thing, you guys are the best <333
Adder loves the baths and Janosh loves him. But how are they canoodling in the Kingfisher with no judgement? We simply close our eyes and do not see it is how.
THE FINAL DAY!! I hope you have enjoyed Jadder Week! It's a shame it ever has to end. Jadder Week can be forever in our hearts
