Despite all the worries rattling around in his head, Korik must have eventually fallen asleep again. When he woke, he had turned toward Varen in his sleep; and the elf had curled toward him too, seeking warmth. Varen’s head was tucked to nestle in the hollow beneath Korik’s chin, and Korik’s arm was draped over him atop the blanket.
Shame flooded him as he slowly pulled his arm away. With any luck, the elf had also only moved in his sleep and would remain entirely unaware of what had happened.
“Don’t,” Varen said faintly, as Korik realized with horror that the elf was already awake. “You’re warm.”
“I—” Korik stammered, frozen in place. “I’m—I didn’t—”
“It’s okay,” Varen said. “It’s nice.”
After a beat, Korik gingerly let his arm sink back down until it rested on Varen’s shoulders. His heart was pounding a staccato rhythm in his chest as they lay there in silence. What was happening? How had they ended up like this? Why was Varen being so... whatever this was?
As if sensing the thought, Varen shuffled even closer, barely an inch separating their bodies now.
“You know,” the elf said softly, his voice half-muffled amidst the blankets. “If you wanted to, we could... keep warm and entertain ourselves at the same time.”
Korik’s head was reeling. He’d barely woken up, and Varen was... what? He couldn’t really be asking what Korik thought he was, could he? Since they first met, Varen had seemed to barely tolerate him. There was no way the elf would be coming on to him now.
“I don’t—I don’t understand,” Korik finally answered.
Varen propped himself up on his arms, the long braid falling over his shoulder. A few pieces of hair near his face had come loose and draped along his cheekbones as he tilted his head, looking down at Korik with an unreadable expression. A faint smile played at his lips, eyes narrowing.
Like a predator sizing up its prey. The thought should have only terrified Korik more, but instead it made his cock jump to attention again.
“What else would two people stuck together in a storm do?” Varen asked, his voice low. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to. But I want to. And... I see how you look at me. I think you want it, too.”
“I haven’t looked at you,” Korik protested. Had he looked at Varen too often, or too long, or both? He wasn’t trying to—but he had thought the elf was pretty from the first time they met, so maybe he did. Varen’s smirk widened.
“You don’t have to deny it,” he said. Korik only stared at him, heart pounding, thoughts frozen. After a few seconds, Varen raised an eyebrow, then prompted, “Is that a no, then?”
“I...” Korik stammered again, trailing off. It was as if his brain had overheated, and now he couldn’t formulate any kind of cohesive thought. Did he want to... be intimate with Varen? His cock certainly wanted to.
“It wouldn’t have to mean anything,” Varen said, though he was sounding less sure now. “Just... for fun, you know. To pass the time. Release some tension.”
Still, Korik didn’t know what to say. But if his mind couldn’t come up with anything, maybe he could just follow the urges of his body.
“For fun,” Korik replied faintly, his voice coming out hoarse. “Okay.”
Varen blinked, as if surprised at his answer—then he grinned again, this time his eyes flickering up and down the length of Korik’s body, before landing on his face again.
“You’re sure?” he asked, already leaning closer.
“Yes,” Korik answered. Hewasn’tsure, but the longer he went without saying ‘no’, the more he thought maybe this was something that he had wanted all along. The way Varen had made him flush and stammer so often—how the elf’s words had so often stung, yet he’d craved them all the same. Was that what he’d been feeling this whole time? Desire?
Before he could think on it too long, Varen was already moving. In one smooth, surprisingly strong movement, he’d pushed Korik over onto his back and straddled his waist. Korik froze, unsure what to do in response, or where to even put his hands. With a laugh, Varen guided his hands down, so that they were holding the elf’s waist.
“Been a while?” Varen murmured, unlacing his trousers. He paused, then added, “Not that I’m judging. It’s been a little while for me, too, to be honest.”
Korik nodded, swallowing down his nerves. The heat and pressure of Varen’s body pressing against him made him feel like he was going to burst. He watched, unable to focus on anything else, as Varen pulled out the thick length of his cock.
Suddenly it all made sense: why the elf was as haughty as he was, Korik thought. He was tall for an elf, and while Korik’s experience with elf cocks was minimal, he thought his size was proportionally as impressive. Heat flooded his face as Varen reached between his legs, gathering up the slick his arousal produced with his fingers, then spread it across his cock with a few long strokes.
“Your turn,” Varen said, reaching for the laces of Korik’s pants. Korik flinched—somehow he had been so preoccupied with Varen’s cock, he hadn’t thought about needing to get his own out, too. He wasn’t exactly embarrassed, but had always been self-conscious of his body: tall and lanky and weak, where so many other orcs were effortlessly strong. There was nothingwrongwith his cock, he thought, but he still couldn’t stop the flood of heat that crept up his face as Varen untied his trousers.
The elf palmed the bulge of his erection through the cloth. Korik bit back a whimper at the contact, while Varen made a small, appreciative sound in the back of his throat. Then he tugged down the fabric, and Korik’s cock sprang free, jutting up in the space between them.
For a moment, they were both silent. Varen was by no means small, but Korik was bigger and thicker, which somehow felt more embarrassing. The warm pink tones of Varen’s cock were a deep contrast to the dusky green of his own.
“Gods,” Varen muttered. He gripped Korik at the base, making him gasp, and pulled his cock closer. Varen leaned forward a little, so that Korik’s cock pressed up against the elf’s stomach—like this, Korik’s length reached the bottom of Varen’s ribs.
