Sand & Silver
Title: Sand & Silver
Pairing: Tom Boonen/Stuart O'Grady
Rating: Teen
Disclaimer: This is all fiction, I made it up. There is no resemblance to reality.
Summary: the full moon makes Tom crazy and this time is no exception
Author's Notes: written for the february amnesty challenge at hc_bingo using the prompts werewolves: silver poisoning, dungeon, love spell/potion gone wrong and bruises (wildcard)
The first thing Tom notices when he comes to is the sand scattered across the floor. It doesn’t taste much better than it looks but when he tries to move so he’s no longer eating it he finds he can’t. He pushes at the floor beneath him again and struggles to move at all.
Tom turns his head and tries to work out what on earth happened. He’d gone for a walk to clear his head and he’d just walked between a cluster of houses and.... He was so tired he just wanted to go to sleep but for some reason he didn’t think that was a good idea. He had to work out what had happened and he had to get back to the hotel before someone missed him.
He looks around the room slowly, seeing mostly blank walls but then he sees the bars on the window, if they’re still called that when they’re in the ceiling. What has he got himself into? It’s then that he realises the light that’s coming into the cell is moonlight.
Tom hates the full moon, the urge to shift becomes so much stronger than it is at other times. He hates what it turns him into and sometimes he thinks everyone would be better off if he just gave in to the urge to shift and never shifted back. He certainly wouldn’t have been arguing with Stuey this evening if he had.
Tom sighed as he remembered that he hadn’t been walking around the town in human form. It had been stupid, around here they were all about the Old Ways and he should have known better than risk it. Then again he hadn’t exactly been thinking at the time.
He frowned and wondered why it was he felt so weak when there was a full moon. It was what had caused the argument in the first place, he’d lost his head when he saw Stuey talking to Fabian. Things had looked a little too friendly for his liking and he hadn’t been able to reign in the anger fast enough.
Stuey would no doubt give him hell when he got back to the hotel. What was wrong with him? He still had a few days of the race to get through and shifting didn’t normally take this much out of him. He brought his hands up again to brace against the floor and the effort was excruciating. Tom wasn’t entirely sure he could move again after all that effort.
He glanced down to check his hands were in a good position and froze. His skin had a slight blueish tinge to it and that could only mean one thing. Silver dust. Crap. It certainly explained the predicament he found himself in whilst at the same time making it so much worse than it had been already. He had to move, he had to get rid of this dust before it killed him.
Spurred on by an urgency he hadn’t had before Tom rolled over onto his back in an effort to try and find a way out. He spotted an exit in the far corner and felt his heart sink as he realised how far away it was. He rolled back onto his front again and tried to turn around. After what felt like hours he finally managed to face in the right direction.
Maybe the silver dust would do the job before Stuey even got a chance to be angry. At least Stuey would never find out he’d attempted to use a love potion on him. He’d never have heard the end of it if he had. Then again he’d been amused when Andy had turned orange for an afternoon so maybe it would have been worth it.
Stuey’s scent is what drags him back to fuller consciousness. He can hear footsteps, two people, and he hopes that they’re close because he’s not sure how much longer he can hold on. He closes his eyes again and soon after the door swings open. “Tom?”
He feels hands on him and he forces his eyes open. “Silver,” he says barely above a whisper.
“We’ll get you back to the hotel.”
He’s helped to his feet but he pays no heed to Fabian as he buries his face in Stuey’s neck and breathes in. He feels better now Stuey’s here even as he’s nudged so his weight is more balanced between the two of them. He notices the bruises on Stuey’s knuckles when he pushes open the dungeon door again he is definitely going to ask about them later.
By the time they reach the hotel Tom’s struggling to breathe and the world is starting to black around the edges. Fabian’s just pushed open the door to his room when the world goes completely black and the last thing he hears is Stuey calling his name.
When Tom opens his eyes again Stuey’s concerned face is the first thing he sees. He smiles weakly and Stuey reaches out to touch him, anxious to check he’s not seeing things. “It’s good to see you again,” Tom says. “I wasn’t sure I was going to.”
“Don’t scare me like that again.”
He isn’t quite sure what to say, he wants to brush it off like it’s nothing but he thinks Stuey won’t find that so amusing. Instead he tugs on the t-shirt before him and waits to see what sort of response that gets. When the response is a favourable leaning towards him he allows himself a slight smile. Stuey might yell at him some more but he’d eventually be forgiven.
Tom feels a lot better now than he did earlier and hopefully after some more sleep he’ll be able to get through the time trial tomorrow. It’ll take a while to fully recover but that’s normal after events like these. “I’ll try not to.”
“Good,” Stuey said. “There’s nothing going on with Fabian, we’re just good friends.”
The response was firm and Tom was thankful for perhaps the only time that he felt so weak. “The moon makes me crazy,” he said by way of explanation. “I’m sorry.”
“I can’t go through this every full moon.”
He was horrified at what Stuart seemed to be implying and he brought his hand up to touch. “It’s fine, really.”
“Tom,” Stuart warned.
“This thing with us is still new and I’m sure in time that it will calm down.”
He hopes that’s enough of an explanation for Stuey right now because he’s not sure they’re ready to have the potential mate conversation. He has to be patient and let this relationship develop between them at a comfortable pace. Stuey doesn’t know that the minute he’d smelt the other man he’d know there would never be anyone else. The Australian doesn’t know that the lack of acknowledgement of that bond is part of what’s driving him so crazy.
Stuart’s fingers caress behind his ear and he’s in complete bliss. It’s just what he needs after tonight and he leans into the caress. Lips press against his cheek and the desperate need inside of him starts to quiet. For now this is enough and they can negotiate on everything else when they’ve left the sand far behind them and the silver is barely a memory.
Pairing: Tom Boonen/Stuart O'Grady
Rating: Teen
Disclaimer: This is all fiction, I made it up. There is no resemblance to reality.
Summary: the full moon makes Tom crazy and this time is no exception
Author's Notes: written for the february amnesty challenge at hc_bingo using the prompts werewolves: silver poisoning, dungeon, love spell/potion gone wrong and bruises (wildcard)
The first thing Tom notices when he comes to is the sand scattered across the floor. It doesn’t taste much better than it looks but when he tries to move so he’s no longer eating it he finds he can’t. He pushes at the floor beneath him again and struggles to move at all.
Tom turns his head and tries to work out what on earth happened. He’d gone for a walk to clear his head and he’d just walked between a cluster of houses and.... He was so tired he just wanted to go to sleep but for some reason he didn’t think that was a good idea. He had to work out what had happened and he had to get back to the hotel before someone missed him.
He looks around the room slowly, seeing mostly blank walls but then he sees the bars on the window, if they’re still called that when they’re in the ceiling. What has he got himself into? It’s then that he realises the light that’s coming into the cell is moonlight.
Tom hates the full moon, the urge to shift becomes so much stronger than it is at other times. He hates what it turns him into and sometimes he thinks everyone would be better off if he just gave in to the urge to shift and never shifted back. He certainly wouldn’t have been arguing with Stuey this evening if he had.
Tom sighed as he remembered that he hadn’t been walking around the town in human form. It had been stupid, around here they were all about the Old Ways and he should have known better than risk it. Then again he hadn’t exactly been thinking at the time.
He frowned and wondered why it was he felt so weak when there was a full moon. It was what had caused the argument in the first place, he’d lost his head when he saw Stuey talking to Fabian. Things had looked a little too friendly for his liking and he hadn’t been able to reign in the anger fast enough.
Stuey would no doubt give him hell when he got back to the hotel. What was wrong with him? He still had a few days of the race to get through and shifting didn’t normally take this much out of him. He brought his hands up again to brace against the floor and the effort was excruciating. Tom wasn’t entirely sure he could move again after all that effort.
He glanced down to check his hands were in a good position and froze. His skin had a slight blueish tinge to it and that could only mean one thing. Silver dust. Crap. It certainly explained the predicament he found himself in whilst at the same time making it so much worse than it had been already. He had to move, he had to get rid of this dust before it killed him.
Spurred on by an urgency he hadn’t had before Tom rolled over onto his back in an effort to try and find a way out. He spotted an exit in the far corner and felt his heart sink as he realised how far away it was. He rolled back onto his front again and tried to turn around. After what felt like hours he finally managed to face in the right direction.
Maybe the silver dust would do the job before Stuey even got a chance to be angry. At least Stuey would never find out he’d attempted to use a love potion on him. He’d never have heard the end of it if he had. Then again he’d been amused when Andy had turned orange for an afternoon so maybe it would have been worth it.
Stuey’s scent is what drags him back to fuller consciousness. He can hear footsteps, two people, and he hopes that they’re close because he’s not sure how much longer he can hold on. He closes his eyes again and soon after the door swings open. “Tom?”
He feels hands on him and he forces his eyes open. “Silver,” he says barely above a whisper.
“We’ll get you back to the hotel.”
He’s helped to his feet but he pays no heed to Fabian as he buries his face in Stuey’s neck and breathes in. He feels better now Stuey’s here even as he’s nudged so his weight is more balanced between the two of them. He notices the bruises on Stuey’s knuckles when he pushes open the dungeon door again he is definitely going to ask about them later.
By the time they reach the hotel Tom’s struggling to breathe and the world is starting to black around the edges. Fabian’s just pushed open the door to his room when the world goes completely black and the last thing he hears is Stuey calling his name.
When Tom opens his eyes again Stuey’s concerned face is the first thing he sees. He smiles weakly and Stuey reaches out to touch him, anxious to check he’s not seeing things. “It’s good to see you again,” Tom says. “I wasn’t sure I was going to.”
“Don’t scare me like that again.”
He isn’t quite sure what to say, he wants to brush it off like it’s nothing but he thinks Stuey won’t find that so amusing. Instead he tugs on the t-shirt before him and waits to see what sort of response that gets. When the response is a favourable leaning towards him he allows himself a slight smile. Stuey might yell at him some more but he’d eventually be forgiven.
Tom feels a lot better now than he did earlier and hopefully after some more sleep he’ll be able to get through the time trial tomorrow. It’ll take a while to fully recover but that’s normal after events like these. “I’ll try not to.”
“Good,” Stuey said. “There’s nothing going on with Fabian, we’re just good friends.”
The response was firm and Tom was thankful for perhaps the only time that he felt so weak. “The moon makes me crazy,” he said by way of explanation. “I’m sorry.”
“I can’t go through this every full moon.”
He was horrified at what Stuart seemed to be implying and he brought his hand up to touch. “It’s fine, really.”
“Tom,” Stuart warned.
“This thing with us is still new and I’m sure in time that it will calm down.”
He hopes that’s enough of an explanation for Stuey right now because he’s not sure they’re ready to have the potential mate conversation. He has to be patient and let this relationship develop between them at a comfortable pace. Stuey doesn’t know that the minute he’d smelt the other man he’d know there would never be anyone else. The Australian doesn’t know that the lack of acknowledgement of that bond is part of what’s driving him so crazy.
Stuart’s fingers caress behind his ear and he’s in complete bliss. It’s just what he needs after tonight and he leans into the caress. Lips press against his cheek and the desperate need inside of him starts to quiet. For now this is enough and they can negotiate on everything else when they’ve left the sand far behind them and the silver is barely a memory.