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"Thank you." He feels weirdly formal and he hates it. At least Marcus's room is nicer than what he had at St. Aquinas?

He'll come in and try to grab Rosita as she gets out, just missing her. "Damn - do you need me to catch her?"

"Nah, she's like her master. Comes and goes as she pleases." He tries a crooked grin? There's no need for them to be weird? God he wishes they weren't weird.

He'll clear a spot on the sofa, seating himself on the bed, the one thing in here that's neatly made. "So."

Fuck, where does he start.

"Fair enough." He will smile back, shy and uncertain, and take the seat Marcus clears off.

He leans forward on his elbow, his face earnest and open. It's his priest face, the one he uses when he's on the job. "So."

Marcus sighs. Unlike Tomas, he's looking down at his hands, all professional façade forgotten. He doesn't know how to - "About...a few days ago. In the Chapel."

In the fucking Chapel, of all places, Marcus.

"Yes. Um. How are you feeling? Recovered?" That seems like an innocuous plaaaace to start in a topic that does not have many.

"Took a bit, but - Think I'm good, yeah." He clears his throat.

"Look, Tomas, I'm....really sorry about what happened. I didn't mean to - to - " He's at a loss. He didn't mean to pounce Tomas? To pester him into letting Marcus touch him that way?

"You don't have anything to apologize for." Tomas is very firm on that. "You weren't yourself. I know what it's like to be pollinated." He's had two experiences with it now, one of them short and... well, relatively tame. The more recent one was pretty crazy.

He looks down. "I feel like I should apologize to you, though. You were vulnerable and I... I took advantage."

Marcus leans over, elbows on his knees. He rubs at his goatee. Hearing Tomas put it that way is - bizarre. Can't be right. "My memory's all a bit hazy from the pollen." He says slowly, making a face and gesturing to his head. "But ... what are you talking about, you took advantage?"

He cocks his head. There's a thought forming here. He's got that curious, dangerous look in his eye.

"I remember you asking. I figured, well, he knew I had to hear it to - to let myself do it." He leans further forward. "Tomas, did you ask me to," he can do this, "suck your cock because you wanted me to?"

Tomas puts his face in his hands, but his ears are turning red. He is so embarrassed - he doesn't want to be having this conversation again, it was bad with Hawke and it's going to be worse with Marcus, because it's Marcus. The one who actually had his mouth on his dick. "You were practically in my lap, Marcus, touching yourself because - because I told you to. Telling me all those things. What was I supposed to do? Anyone - anyone would have wanted it."

No matter what Hawke says about things people find sexy. He clearly doesn't know what he's talking about, because Tomas still isn't gay. Never mind the fact that he fucked three more guys (well, fucked Hawke again) while he was on the pollen again.

"I promise you, Tomas, when a pretty young lady in a skirt barely over her fanny sits in my lap, I'm just wondering if she's cold." Marcus' eyes glint. "And I'm not half so pretty. I'll bet there would be plenty of people who'd be put right off. But you-" his eyes slide down Tomas' frame, emboldened by being on the offensive. "You got hard."

He hasn't started to piece together what this might mean in his head, yet. What it could mean for them. He just wants to know if it's true. He wants to know if Tomas actually wanted him.

Marcus has a specific talent - he can see exactly the thing you don't him to see. It's one thing for Hawke to point things like that out. It's even less comfortable to hear it from his best friend. He glances up, sees Marcus looking at him, and scowls. "I'm not gay, Marcus!"

It's heated, but... he can't put any weight behind it. Not after the last few weeks.

"Oh, for pete's fucking sake, Tomas." He sighs, running his hand over his face. "Your latent homophobia aside - "

he's not gonna get mad about it

"I refuse to believe you're this stupid." He looks at Tomas sharply. "If you disliked it so much, then didn't I take advantage of you? That's what I was thinking, that in that - state - I'd forced myself on your good will. Because you're. Not. Gay." He snorts. "Never mind that I think we've both seen how you can bend."

--he needs to take a moment. Lean back. Deep breath, thumb digging into the corner of his eye. "Tomas. You didn't take advantage of me."

Tomas flinches at the accusation of homophobia - he is not - and glares at being called stupid. At least that's familiar Marcus territory. "Fine. Neither of us took advantage, we can agree on that."

He lowers his hands, picking at the sofa's upholstery. "Where... where does that leave us, then?"

Marcus stares at him. He's just - the oddness of this whole fucking situation is gonna make him laugh, shaking his head and looking down at Tomas' hands.

"Trapped in a fucking sex pollen fairy fuck-land with a bunch of other mad buggers and no way to get home yet." He shakes his head. "We won't remember this then. Dunno what that means for you, or me." He looks up, studying Tomas' face closely.

"Those flowers didn't make me do anything I didn't want to." He licks his lips, nervous.

He laughs. "Yeah, it's pretty crazy. I... I got hit by the flowers again. Right after you did. Different ones, ummmm, all I wanted was to... try new things. And have sex, of course." He doesn't kknow why he's telling Marcus. Except, well...

"It felt like a relief. Like if it's the flowers doing it, it doesn't break my vows, like it's not me. I don't know, it's stupid." His shoulders hunch. "I don't know what I should be doing."

"This doesn't exactly come up in the manual." Marcus jokes. He reaches over, his hand going to Tomas' knee. "I don't know if I can help you there."

He studies Tomas' face. Hm. "...That why I heard something suspicious in the Confessional the other day, though?"

No judgement. Just intense curiosity.

Marcus's hand feels very warm and heavy on his knee. Tomas tries to just take comfort from it, not... anything more.

He flushes at the mention of the confessional. "Have you noticed it came with an extra feature? A little... hole between the sides. Well. Not very little."

Marcus cocks his head and - all right, that's hilarious. "Did the fae give you a confessional with a gloryhole?" He snorts.

Look, yes, he knows what a gloryhole is. Don't ask.

"And you used it?" No no - too late, he's picturing it, staring at Tomas' mouth.

Tomas feels like he should be used to Marcus staring at him by now, god knows he does it enough. It's just hard to take it as casually when he knows Marcus might be... interested. "...yes. I said I wouldn't, when I found it, but it was... new. So I..."

He trails off. "You don't want to hear the rest."

Marcus narrows his eyes, thinking back. He'd walked in one day, heard some muffled noises, but it hadn't sounded like...Tomas'...voice. He licks his lips again.

"Yeah, I do." He clears his throat, voice got a bit strangled there, he's fine, "What did you do, Tomas? In the chapel where I sucked your cock?"

it's about tying themes together, you see

Tomas feels the change in the atmosphere like an electrical charge in the air. If he lets the lightning strike it will change everything, and he's scared. But what's the other option? Push him away? Let Marcus drift away into someone else's arms? Hawke's arms? That thought is even worse.

He swallows hard, licking his lips like there might be a taste left.

"...I went on my knees in there. It was... dark. And quiet. I could hear him but it was muffled. All I had to focus on was... was sucking it. Using my mouth. Like you did."

Oh, Marcus hadn't really expected this. He clears his throat again. "Did you - like it?"

He shouldn't really be asking poor Tomas. He should be giving the other man space. He should not be squeezing his knee and sliding his hand further up Tomas' thigh, leaning in closer. But he wants to know.

"Anyone can like having their cock sucked. Did you like it in your mouth?"

That hand feels like a slow breach of his defenses as it creeps upward, like Marcus is refusing to let him hide. Not too much farther and Marcus will be able to feel that he's getting hard again, talking like this.

He can't say it. His throat is too tight, too dry. He just nods, cheeks burning, avoiding Marcus's eyes.

"I wanna hear you say it, Tomas." Marcus cocks his head, working to catch Tomas' gaze. He squeezes his thigh tightly. "Tell me what you did, and why you liked it."

His mouth has gotten away from him, and it's not the first time in his life but he's going to blame the content on being stuck in this place for months. Or sheer frustration. But Tomas is answering him, and he hasn't run away yet.

Tomas sucks in a deep breath, letting Marcus catch his gaze. His eyes are wide and dark. "Marcus, please..." Is he really going to make him say it? The beep on his thigh suggests he will.

"I... I know I need more practice. I took as much as I could but I can't swallow all of it, I like how... how it feels, filling up my mouth like that. And... the taste."

His tongue slips out to run over his lower lip again.

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