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Prompt # 266- Cross Examination - Weak Willed - Tekia - original
Title: Weak Willed
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Cross Examination
Warnings: hints at a male/male relationship
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jacky fights with the god and his own thoughts.
Like a shadow, Mata’ka’ala was suddenly there with a rabbit in his hands. He didn’t say a word as he knelt before the fire and began preparing the meat for the spit. Jacky watched him work, his chin propped up on his knees, and his arms hugging his legs close. The sun had fallen and there was a chill in the air. Jacky shivered, but didn’t move.
Mata’ka’ala put the rabbit over the fire and sat back. He reached for the saddle bags he had brought over before he left and pulled out a flask of barley wine. He handed it over to Jacky, and Jacky gratefully drank, washing away the dryness of his throat he hadn’t realized was there. Before he could drink too deeply, Mata’ka’ala reached for the skin.
“Careful,” He warned. “The body of a god is weak against alcohol.” Jacky frowned at the skin in his hand as Mata’ka’ala tugged it out of his grasp.
“I don’t like being a host.”
And there was that look again. Mata’ka’ala clearly thought of all of this as a blessing. What Jacky would give to be able to feel the same way? He watched Mata’ka’ala’s throat move as he took a healthy swallow of the wine before putting the flask away from him. Mata’ka’ala’s skin had a slight sheen of sweat coating it and Jacky wondered about that. He had noticed, sleeping next to the man at night, that his body did seem hotter than what was normal. Was that his god’s presence?
He had the sudden urge to reach out and touch that skin. Before he could move more than shift his arms free, Mata’ka’ala moved to adjust the rabbit on the spit and broke Jacky out of his trance. He shook his head and gave himself a scolding for his wayward thoughts. He wasn’t going to so easily succumb to the god’s lust. He fisted his hands and sat on them.
Soon, the smell of cooking meat filled the air and Jacky’s mouth was watering. He hadn’t had anything to eat save for some dried meat strips earlier in the day, as Mata’ka’ala hadn’t let them stop. His belly was telling him to stare at the meat, but his loins were telling him to stare at a Mata’ka’ala.
When he reached out for the finished rabbit, Jacky reached out as well and tangled their hands together. Mata’ka’ala paused to grip his fingers a moment, his terribly bright eyes searching Jacky’s face. His expression didn’t change and Jacky felt something bittersweet twist in his heart.
Was he falling in love?
Mata’ka’ala set his hand aside and pulled the rabbit from the fire and broke it up to share between the two of them. Jacky eagerly devoured the food given to him, unmindful that in his past he would have turned his nose up at rabbit. The poor creature.
Mata'ka'ala sat opposite the fire as Jacky, one leg bent, and the other propped up. He was chewing on a leg, the grease of the meat making his lips shine in the fire's flickering light. Jacky wiped his hands on the cloak as he'd seen others do and watched Mata'ka'ala.
He didn't think Mata'ka'ala knew just how much of a presence he was. He was a large, well-built man with thick brown hair and bright piercing blue eyes. He carried himself well, shoulders squared and back straight.
Jacky's eyes moved to his hands. Mata'ka'ala had long fingers and callouses on the palms of his hands from holding reins and swords. He kept his nails short, and they were surprisingly clean after all their hardships. Jacky felt a quiver go down his back as the memory of those hands on his body came back to him.
He bit his lips and tossed the bones of his bit of rabbit back into the fire. Mata'ka'ala's eyes flicked toward him before quickly moving away, giving Jacky only a brief glimpse of that startling blue. Even so, he felt his stomach clench and heat pool low in his belly.
Biting his lips wasn't helping any, so he cleared his throat and tore his eyes away.
They were in a well-protected shelter. The brush around them was thick and tall, and secluded them enough that Mata'ka'ala didn't worry about anybody seeing or hearing them. Which meant that they didn't have to sit in silence as they so often did, his mind coming up with many sounds they could be making.. Once again, Jacky's eyes went to Mata'ka'ala and roamed over his fit body.
The tunic he wore was an old one and threadbare. It fit his frame perfectly, leaving his collarbones visible and outlining his muscles. Jacky loved watching the man move, seeing the muscles move under his skin. And his skin was a sight to behold. Clearly, Mata'ka'ala had spent plenty of time in the sun without a shirt on. Or very little else on, for that matter. Jacky knew for a fact that Mata'ka'ala had no tan lines.
His eyes widened when he realized that he was staring once again. He jerked his eyes back to the fire. Mata'ka'ala was a nice man. Everything he did was to protect Jacky. After seeing that Jacky was safe, he turned his attention to his people, making sure that they were safe and prepared for what lie ahead. Jacky had a feeling that if he kept it up, it would be up to Jacky to make sure the king was tended to as well.
Jacky bet that if he didn't have to eat, sleep and rest, then Mata'ka'ala wouldn't either. Sometimes, that worried Jacky. Sometimes, it made him feel loved in a way he had never felt before. A warm flush filled him and heated his skin and he found himself staring at Mata'ka'ala once again.
Before he could get very far in his cross examination of his feelings, the god within him wouldn’t let him. Whenever his eyes landed on Mata’ka’ala, want, pure and simple, took over his mind, leaving him little more than sex craving beast. He licked his lips, leaning toward Mata’ka’ala as he laid out his bedroll. Jacky couldn’t take his eyes off how well the leather of his pants fit his hips, legs and bum.
Finally, Mata’ka’ala sat on his bedroll, facing Jacky. He met Jacky’s gaze and held out his hand. So quick he stumbled, Jacky scrambled over to him, into his arms and against his overly warm body. He pressed a wet kiss to Mata’ka’ala’s mouth and tangled his fingers in his hair. Mata’ka’ala lay back, pulling Jacky with him.
He felt one of those large hands he was admiring before sneak under his top, the heated skin caressing his back before the god grew impatient and sent Jacky to sleep.
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Cross Examination
Warnings: hints at a male/male relationship
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jacky fights with the god and his own thoughts.
Like a shadow, Mata’ka’ala was suddenly there with a rabbit in his hands. He didn’t say a word as he knelt before the fire and began preparing the meat for the spit. Jacky watched him work, his chin propped up on his knees, and his arms hugging his legs close. The sun had fallen and there was a chill in the air. Jacky shivered, but didn’t move.
Mata’ka’ala put the rabbit over the fire and sat back. He reached for the saddle bags he had brought over before he left and pulled out a flask of barley wine. He handed it over to Jacky, and Jacky gratefully drank, washing away the dryness of his throat he hadn’t realized was there. Before he could drink too deeply, Mata’ka’ala reached for the skin.
“Careful,” He warned. “The body of a god is weak against alcohol.” Jacky frowned at the skin in his hand as Mata’ka’ala tugged it out of his grasp.
“I don’t like being a host.”
And there was that look again. Mata’ka’ala clearly thought of all of this as a blessing. What Jacky would give to be able to feel the same way? He watched Mata’ka’ala’s throat move as he took a healthy swallow of the wine before putting the flask away from him. Mata’ka’ala’s skin had a slight sheen of sweat coating it and Jacky wondered about that. He had noticed, sleeping next to the man at night, that his body did seem hotter than what was normal. Was that his god’s presence?
He had the sudden urge to reach out and touch that skin. Before he could move more than shift his arms free, Mata’ka’ala moved to adjust the rabbit on the spit and broke Jacky out of his trance. He shook his head and gave himself a scolding for his wayward thoughts. He wasn’t going to so easily succumb to the god’s lust. He fisted his hands and sat on them.
Soon, the smell of cooking meat filled the air and Jacky’s mouth was watering. He hadn’t had anything to eat save for some dried meat strips earlier in the day, as Mata’ka’ala hadn’t let them stop. His belly was telling him to stare at the meat, but his loins were telling him to stare at a Mata’ka’ala.
When he reached out for the finished rabbit, Jacky reached out as well and tangled their hands together. Mata’ka’ala paused to grip his fingers a moment, his terribly bright eyes searching Jacky’s face. His expression didn’t change and Jacky felt something bittersweet twist in his heart.
Was he falling in love?
Mata’ka’ala set his hand aside and pulled the rabbit from the fire and broke it up to share between the two of them. Jacky eagerly devoured the food given to him, unmindful that in his past he would have turned his nose up at rabbit. The poor creature.
Mata'ka'ala sat opposite the fire as Jacky, one leg bent, and the other propped up. He was chewing on a leg, the grease of the meat making his lips shine in the fire's flickering light. Jacky wiped his hands on the cloak as he'd seen others do and watched Mata'ka'ala.
He didn't think Mata'ka'ala knew just how much of a presence he was. He was a large, well-built man with thick brown hair and bright piercing blue eyes. He carried himself well, shoulders squared and back straight.
Jacky's eyes moved to his hands. Mata'ka'ala had long fingers and callouses on the palms of his hands from holding reins and swords. He kept his nails short, and they were surprisingly clean after all their hardships. Jacky felt a quiver go down his back as the memory of those hands on his body came back to him.
He bit his lips and tossed the bones of his bit of rabbit back into the fire. Mata'ka'ala's eyes flicked toward him before quickly moving away, giving Jacky only a brief glimpse of that startling blue. Even so, he felt his stomach clench and heat pool low in his belly.
Biting his lips wasn't helping any, so he cleared his throat and tore his eyes away.
They were in a well-protected shelter. The brush around them was thick and tall, and secluded them enough that Mata'ka'ala didn't worry about anybody seeing or hearing them. Which meant that they didn't have to sit in silence as they so often did, his mind coming up with many sounds they could be making.. Once again, Jacky's eyes went to Mata'ka'ala and roamed over his fit body.
The tunic he wore was an old one and threadbare. It fit his frame perfectly, leaving his collarbones visible and outlining his muscles. Jacky loved watching the man move, seeing the muscles move under his skin. And his skin was a sight to behold. Clearly, Mata'ka'ala had spent plenty of time in the sun without a shirt on. Or very little else on, for that matter. Jacky knew for a fact that Mata'ka'ala had no tan lines.
His eyes widened when he realized that he was staring once again. He jerked his eyes back to the fire. Mata'ka'ala was a nice man. Everything he did was to protect Jacky. After seeing that Jacky was safe, he turned his attention to his people, making sure that they were safe and prepared for what lie ahead. Jacky had a feeling that if he kept it up, it would be up to Jacky to make sure the king was tended to as well.
Jacky bet that if he didn't have to eat, sleep and rest, then Mata'ka'ala wouldn't either. Sometimes, that worried Jacky. Sometimes, it made him feel loved in a way he had never felt before. A warm flush filled him and heated his skin and he found himself staring at Mata'ka'ala once again.
Before he could get very far in his cross examination of his feelings, the god within him wouldn’t let him. Whenever his eyes landed on Mata’ka’ala, want, pure and simple, took over his mind, leaving him little more than sex craving beast. He licked his lips, leaning toward Mata’ka’ala as he laid out his bedroll. Jacky couldn’t take his eyes off how well the leather of his pants fit his hips, legs and bum.
Finally, Mata’ka’ala sat on his bedroll, facing Jacky. He met Jacky’s gaze and held out his hand. So quick he stumbled, Jacky scrambled over to him, into his arms and against his overly warm body. He pressed a wet kiss to Mata’ka’ala’s mouth and tangled his fingers in his hair. Mata’ka’ala lay back, pulling Jacky with him.
He felt one of those large hands he was admiring before sneak under his top, the heated skin caressing his back before the god grew impatient and sent Jacky to sleep.