So Close
Title: So Closed (A dangerous fantasy) Word Count: 1414 Pairings: Patton/NPC - Prince Ronan, (group calls it Royal Cookies) Main Characters: Patton Arri, Prince Ronan of Selene Other Characters: - Warnings: mild panic attack, foreplay Story Summary: Based on the TS D&D AU on Tik tok (#TSDNDAU). Minor spoilers for upcoming videos Patton Arri has just announced that he’s a prince, and he and Roman are engaged, all to keep Roman safe from his family. Unfortunately for the young cleric, all of that happened after meeting Roman’s sweet older brother Ronan and now the two can’t be together. But one night...wouldn’t be the end of the world, right?
...In the light of day things can change from slim to none... ... I don't wanna be this Nobody needs to see this I try to resist But the light's getting low to a glow 'till you're touching my lips… ...Wanna go but I wouldn't I wanna stay when I shouldn't I wanna say no when I couldn't… ...So meet me in the dark Kiss me in the shadows of every spark I know we shouldn't start… ...Meant to be Or maybe just a dangerous fantasy...
At the soonest possible chance, Patton left the ball, and the rest of his party, behind in favor of the quiet of the room he had been given while they were in Selene’s castle. It was only once he was safely in the darkness of his room that the half-elf allowed himself to break down. He sunk to the floor, silent sobs wracking his body as he hugged himself. He knew that he had done the right thing; helping Roman get free from what his family had tried to plan for him, but it had been at the cost of not only Patton’s happiness, and freedom, but Roman’s older brother, Ronan’s happiness too. The heartbreak in the other prince’s eyes that night had killed Patton. There was a knock at his door but he ignored it, hands going to his mouth to stifle his sobs just incase whoever was on the other side was one of the more perceptive members of his party. “Pat?” Roman called out, voice worried and stressed. “Pat, are you in there?” He shook his head fiercely. He couldn’t face the young human right now. He heard him sigh and heard his footfalls as he walked away.
As his tears dried up, the cold silver of his circlet seemed to feeze against his burning skin. He ripped the fragile headpiece off and threw it across the room, hearing it clatter across the floor and hit the wall. He wanted nothing to do with that part of his life. Not right now. The only reason he had admitted anything was to help Roman; otherwise, that part of his life would have stayed hidden away for a long time. Forever if he had any say in the matter. He didn’t know how long he just knelt on the floor, no longer crying but too drained to move. He heard but didn’t acknowledge when others tried to check on him. Emile, Virgil...He felt bed ignoring them both but he just couldn’t face them right now. He couldn’t deal with the questions or...pity. Luckily, in Patton’s eyes, neither DC or L’ogan tried to visit him. He had seen the change in L’ogan when the full elf had learned that Patton was a prince, and hated it. And DC would just call him an idiot for doing this. Patton didn’t need that right now. It was only when a very soft knock came from his door followed by an almost impossible to hear, “Patton?” that the young man stood and moved to the door. He paused with his hand on the doorknob. “Patton, I know you’re in there. Please?” the voice on the other side cracked a little and that broke Patton from his frozen position. He turned the handle and slowly opened the door to look at the young prince. Ronan shared features with his younger brother, but not enough where they looked too alike. Ronan’s jaw was sharper, his nose a little longer. Roman’s eyes were darker then the ones Patton found himself currently staring into. And Roman, as much as Patton cared for him, could never make his heart skip several beats and his breath catch in his chest just by smiling at him, fingers brushing over his own. “Ronan…” He whispered, “You shouldn’t be here.” despite his words, his fingers laced with the human’s pulling him a step closer. “Roman was worried about you…As was I.” Patton glanced out into the empty hallway before pulling Ronan in and shutting the door behind him. “I’m fine.” he lied, not meeting Ronan’s gaze. He heard the other man sigh softly and then felt fingers on his chin, lifting his face up to look at him. He leaned into the warm touch, closing the distance between them with a step forward. “You don’t have to lie, Patton. It’s just you and me.” His other hand went to the small of his back and pulled him the rest of the distance, so he could hold him against himself. Patton just clung to Ronan and the two stood like that for several minutes, neither speaking. Slowly he tilted his head up and dragged Ronan’s head down until their lips met, kissing him as if his life depended on it. The two kissed in the middle of the dark room, only the moon coming in from the window providing any light. Patton pulled away, breathing heavy and eyes dark. The younger man looked down at him, not letting him pull too far away. “I don’t want to leave you like this,” Ronan said softly, pushing the blue-brown hair from Patton’s face “Then don’t.” Patton took his hands and walked backward to the bed, sitting down and pulling Ronan on top of him, kissing him again. His hands tangled in his hair, keeping their lips pressed together. Slowly he coaxed his tongue between the prince’s lips, deepening the kiss. He tugged a little on Ronan’s hair, shivering at the moan that pulled from the man. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this. He knew it was wrong. He knew, he knew, he knew. He hated knowing. He wanted to not know. He wanted to just be in this moment. With a handsome man on top of him, pressing into him in such a delicious way. What was wrong with that? Nothing. He growled a little and flipped them over on the bed so that he could pin Ronan under him, hips rolling slightly as his hands moved to hold the other’s above his head. He moved his lips from the other’s mouth, kissing down his jaw, then down his neck, using his chin to push the collar of his jacket away so he could start to mark the skin at his collarbone. The soft gasps and moans were music to the cleric’s ears.
When he was sure there was a mark for Ronan to remember him by for a few days, he pulled away, looking down at the man under him. His skin was flushed, the pupils of his eyes blown wide, lips swollen, hair messily splayed on the bed… Goddess, Patton had missed making someone look like that. He felt the knot that had been in his stomach uncoil a little as he leaned down to kiss him again. “You look so good.” He murmured, one hand moving to trail along Ronan’s chest, slowly undoing the buttons of his jacket as he went. How much was going to be too much for Ronan? It was clear to Patton that he had never been with a guy before, but he was less sure about if he had been with anyone before. And while Patton’s first time had been a one night stand, and he didn’t find anything wrong with them, he also believed that a first time for someone like Ronan should be...better than this. He gentled his kiss, hand just resting over the human’s heart instead of exploring the other’s body more. He slowly pulled back, moving to lay next to Ronan instead of on top of him. Ronan made a noise of protest and tried to pull him back on top of him. Patton just smiled gently and took his hand, lacing their fingers together. “It wouldn’t be fair to either of us to do that.” he murmured, kissing his wrist. “But please don’t leave…” He slowly moved to hold the taller male against his chest, chin resting atop his head. If Ronan really wanted to leave, Patton wouldn’t stop him. But he wanted him to stay so badly. Roman grumbled something about Patton being a tease that Patton ignored as he felt arms wrap around him and hold him close. He relaxed, smiling gently.
He listened as Ronan drifted off to sleep, his breathing evening out and lulling Patton to sleep as well.
And for the first time in months, the young man slept the whole night through, finding comfort in sleeping next to someone else again.