SEVEN MINUTES -- @abracafockyou because why not????????
Seven Minutes in Heaven ll Accepting
6. pinned against the wall kiss
Pelle slowly shut the door behind him, his thin fingers firmly pressed between his eyes. How did he get himself into this? What was he thinking playing a game like this and believing that there was no way he would happen to be chosen?
He turned to look at Rune, the man didn’t seem hardly as bothered as him. Or if he was–he was doing an exceptional job of hiding it.
The closet was dimly lit, of course it was. There were people who took these seven minutes to perform some shitty attempt of rushed sex. Pelle couldn’t understand the appeal. Nonetheless the closet was rather crowded with the two of them in it. Rune took up far more space than Pelle, his large qunari body rather squeezes into such a confined space.
The elf’s back was pressed against the wall, there wasn’t much place else for it to be. He let out a deep sigh before forcing himself to return his gaze back to Rune who only stared at him silently.
By now Pelle was sure that Rune believed the elf full prepared to just stand there for the next seven minutes and do nothing. He would have been okay with that, though he supposed that locked in this closet he could allow himself just one small dip into what he often felt was a rather sinful attraction to men who could snap him like a toothpick should he press them hard enough.
Two minutes had already passed…
Pelle fought with himself. Did he say something or not? Was it alright to take full advantage of their cramped alone state and ask Rune to kiss him? It wasn’t like he wouldn’t enjoy it. Rune was without a shadow of a doubt a very handsome man, it only took eyes to see that. Even if they never spoke of this incident again, even if they never spoke again at all, at least he could say he had a taste of the man just once?
Andraste’s flaming asshole what was he thinking? Was this really the time to be feeling somewhat hungry for something he was almost certain he couldn’t even handle? Or maybe not–a kiss he could live with. A kiss was not such a big deal, only if he made it out to be one. They were just passing the time right? Was that really what he was telling himself?
A frustrated groan escaped him before he finally he clumsily brought his hands to Rune’s hips…it was the easiest place that he could reach with their rather significant height difference.
“They’re not going to let us out until we do something right?” He asked. “I bet you can’t reach me from all the way down here. Pick me up, kiss me if that’s what you want to do. You’ve got five minutes.”
It seemed easy enough, he was tiny in comparison. Rune seemed to be amused by his suggestion, he didn’t blame the qunari. It wasn’t everyday an elf asked you to lift them off their feet in a cramped closet.
“Is that what you want?” Rune turned the question right back around. This caused Pelle to choke on his own words a bit. Well shit, it was easy to pin it on Rune but the qunari was much to clever to fall for that. Pelle should have known better, anyone who kept exotic pets and could manage to look so flawless at almost any time of day had to be resourceful. He was silly to think he could get away with such a thing. “Perhaps I do.” Pelle tried to play it off like he wasn’t just caught like a mouse in a trap. “Maybe I just want to get out this stuffy closet.” To this Rune only grinned before pressing his index finger to his chin. “Ah yes, such a small price to pay for freedom. It must pain you greatly to have to kiss a person such as I.” He joked. Pelle could feel his cheeks heating up. This really wasn’t going quite the way he’d planned it. He hadn’t planned it at all actually. “Alright you’ve caught me.” Pelle muttered under his breath. “But if you’re actually going to do it–well you’ve got three minutes.” Now Rune was laughing. “If you wanted a kiss from me you need only ask small one.” And with that Pelle was off of the floor lifted up so that he was now face to face with Rune. Maker’s tears the grin on his face, it only made Pelle blush more to think he actually believed he could trick Rune into thinking he was reluctantly accepting this. Pelle draped his thin arms over Rune’s shoulders, it was far more comfortable this way than letting them hang at his side while he was being propped up. He felt his ears physically stick up once Rune brought their mouths together. It wasn’t even anything profound or life changing. Just a gentle though nonetheless cheeky display of affection. Though he felt he had little room to complain. Regardless of how he got there he did get to kiss a rather beautiful man. That if anything was a rather good reason to be stuck in a closet.
