Closed post; Athelstan et Rowan; The Almost Talk
Athelstan stared at the page of his book. He’d gone through hell to get it into the castle without anyone knowing; dark magic was frowned upon, after all. For all the effort he put into acquiring it, he wasn’t appreciating it. He’d been staring at the same page for a very long time, the common room going from full and loud to empty and quiet without his noticing.
His mind was stuck on his friend.
His friend whom he had fucked.
His friend whom he had really, really enjoyed fucking.
He bit his lip, forcing his eyes to move across the page. He would read and absorb. He wanted new material to teach Nora at their next study session. But even as he read he forgot what he was trying to learn, his mind wandering back to the warm comfort of being sweat slicked against his friend.
His mind was stuck on his friend.
His friend whom he had fucked.
His friend whom he had really, really enjoyed fucking.
He bit his lip, forcing his eyes to move across the page. He would read and absorb. He wanted new material to teach Nora at their next study session. But even as he read he forgot what he was trying to learn, his mind wandering back to the warm comfort of being sweat slicked against his friend.