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Date Posted: 22:11:56 04/08/02 Mon
Author: Tristan
Subject: An oldie but goodie
In reply to: Marz, Tia, Jeremy 's message, "How about we play a different game?" on 10:09:26 04/08/02 Mon

Tristan was surprised by how disappointed he felt when Marz broke away from his embrace and moved back toward the bed. The burning look in his dark eyes and even the kiss, however gentle, had promised something much more, but obviously, he had other things in mind. Tristan shifted a bit guiltily when he moved to pick up the crystal ball. He was sure that Marz would make mention of the scratches on the surface or at least comment on the cloudiness—but no, it had actually cleared up again! He let out a sigh of relief, pleased that his earlier abuse of the thing hadn’t been noticed.

He flushed again when Marz asked about whom he’d seen, and then wondered at the surprised look on his face when he answered, saying it was Ravin and Isobel. Why was he acting so weird all of a sudden? Maybe he was just one of those people who got a bit paranoid when they were high. Or maybe it had something to do with the closed chakra! Tristan thought that could be it. He had acted kind of strange that first time he’d attempted to close it.

“Let’s go back to the campfire,” Marz said at last, the grin on his face looking a bit forced. “I feel a little weird and maybe a mug of java will help me get back to normal again.”

Tristan nodded, hoping the slightly frustrated look he wore wasn’t so obvious. He didn’t really even know what he wanted Marz to do. The thought of them spending a few very intimate moments together still left him feeling slightly uncomfortable; he couldn’t help it. But maybe they could just hang out together on the bed, talking to one another, touching, kissing, maybe, yes, he did love it when Marz kissed him. Just some time to be alone together, if only for a little while.

But whatever the case, their alone time would have to wait. Tristan walked beside Marz, his arms holding most of the items on Corum’s list while his eyes fell on the brown boots his lover was obligingly carrying. It irked him that his blonde hair had gotten away. Well, he did have Marz as a witness, so if it came down to that, he could testify about having the blonde hair in his possession at one point in time, at least.

He smiled at Tia as they sat down by the campfire, absently accepting the mug of java Marz handed him. She didn’t look like she’d found anything at all, and Tristan was almost tempted to give her one or two of his things, just to make her feel better. But then he thought that might make him look kind of wimpy, like he felt sorry for her or something, so he decided not to. Besides, she didn’t look all that broken up about it.

Tristan’s eyes were automatically drawn to Rowan and Jeremy, who were slowly approaching them from one of the other houses. Jeremy was smiling in a way that reminded him vaguely of something, but before he could try and put his finger on it, Marz suddenly pulled him very close and whispered into his ear about making love to him in the hot spring! Tristan felt his whole face start to turn red, but before he could muster some sort of reply, Marz suddenly turned to fully face him and leaned in to press their mouths together for a very deep kiss.

And very public, too! Tristan made some small noise deep in his throat, and pushed one hand up against Marz’s chest, though whether it was to push him away or pull him closer, he wasn’t sure. When they finally broke apart, he still didn’t know what to say, his mind in a whirlwind of confusion and pure sensation. He did know that all thoughts of the alcove incident had definitely gone out the window, and he wished desperately for he and Marz to get away now, back to the house, to the hot springs, behind a rock, anywhere, really.

Jeremy’s loud comments shook him from his frenzied state, his eyes going to the ground as the youth upended his backpack, dumping out loads of chocolate and other goodies. Very hesitantly, because he hoped no one noticed how much his fingers shook, Tristan reached out and took a cigarette, lighting it quickly and taking a deep drag from it. Immediately, he felt more calm, and he even smiled when Marz moved to swipe it, taking a drag of his own before handing it back.

Tristan tried valiantly to continue to collect himself, but Marz was still very near, nibbling on his neck and sucking on his lip, apparently heedless of his lover’s fear of public affection. Finally, he moved back somewhat, taking a sip of his java and suggesting they change games.

“Well,” said Jeremy, “there's always charades, Scrabble, Monopoly, Life, spin the bottle, strip poker, or truth or dare.”

That last one made Tristan think of his first night with Marz, and that didn’t help his current situation at all. He choked a little on the java he was sipping when he felt Marz’s hand sliding dangerously up his thigh, and he moved to lace his fingers through his, taking the wayward hand into his own as if to keep it out of trouble.

“Truth or dare,” he managed, because he just had to say something, and it was the only thing still stuck in his head.

“How do you play?” Rowan asked, obviously intrigued by the name.

“One person asks the question,” Jeremy answered, blowing out smoke from his cigarette, “Truth or Dare? and the other person has to chose which one he’d like to do.”

“All right,” Rowan agreed, a wicked smile coming to his face. “Sounds like fun. I’ll go first, and I’ll ask Marz.” He turned toward the ex-gang leader. “Well? Truth or Dare?”

“Say Truth,” Tristan said, finding his voice again. He nudged Marz and smiled slightly. “There isn’t any dare that you’d be too embarrassed to take, anyway.”

Marz laughed and rolled his eyes. “Okay, Truth.”

“Fine.” Rowan grinned and sat back, leaning on his palms a bit. “Then I want you to tell us truthfully what it was you just whispered into Tristan’s ear.”

“No!” Tristan cried out, almost on a reflex. He cursed under his breath, feeling his face turning red again. “That’s a stupid Truth. He can’t do that. It’s…it’s…”

“Personal?” The elf raised an eyebrow, still grinning.

“Yes.” Tristan glared at him.

“Doesn’t matter. He still has to do it. Or how about this: he can chose. I’ll give you a Dare, too, Marz. I dare you to kiss someone else in this circle besides Tristan.”

Tristan huffed under his breath, a little ring of smoke puffing out of his slightly open mouth. He clenched his teeth and continued to glare at Rowan, who seemed oblivious to his angered state. “You suck at Truth or Dare,” he muttered, but no one seemed to hear him.

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