Snippet #2511088

-Tristan and Soran Picnic-

It was an hour after breakfast that Tristan and Soran little journey outdoors was to begin. Tristan decided to be on the safe side and was gathering some things in case of anything. He has changed into something comfortable with some good shoes. He also left a note, well because he thought it was a good idea. He knocked on Soran's door before opening it, "Hey you ready."
Glancing over to the door he had startled slightly, but with Tristan's voice following he settled almost immediately. He nodded as he finished dragging the shirt on over his head, his back to the red head, "Yeah. So where are we going? Or are you still not going to tell me?"

Tristan grinned, "I want it to a surprise, but its a good one ok. Got to stop by the kitchen first to get lunch, I think almost everyone else is downstairs in the training room." He didn't really know why he said that, maybe so Soran might relax a little bit.
The little blonde laughed slightly, a very small noise that may not have even passed as a laugh, "Alright," he said and turned around to follow after the other boy to the kitchen. Reaching out, he hooked his fingers into Tristan's belt loop and stayed like that as they went down to the kitchen to pick up the lunch in question. Though he was curious, and very nervous about leaving to some place he did not know, he didn't ask again and instead waited for Tristan to lead the way.
Tristan felt the fingers in his belt loop, and smiled. It was never weird to him when the other grabbed him in some place or the other. He knew it kept Soran grounded, so to speak. He was a little nervous as well, as he just wanted the other to be happy again.

These days for him were just trying to be patient, and he was trying very hard just to be that person that Soran needed. Yet what made him the most upset is when he would see the anger in Soran's eyes, he didn't have the answers for that, well not really answers but more like reasons. He couldn't ever get himself to ask why, and wondered if the other could even answer him.
He picked up the lunch out of the fridge and put the note on the fridge when he closed the door. "Ok lets go," he said as he walked to the back door and outside with the other. He stopped to check on Soran before he continued.

When Tristan stopped, Soran hadn't been paying enough attention. His gaze had dropped to the floor and there had been that flash of rage again, sudden and quick, but enough to get him distracted and wondering what it was that had pissed him off so badly. He bumped into Tristan and stumbled back a step, his fingers that were hooked in his belt kept him from falling over. Dazed slightly he looked up at Tristan with wide eyes, "S-sorry..." he said, "What's wrong, why did you stop?"

"I...um was checking on you, sorry I will just ask next time." It was the first time Soran had been outside, Tristan just wanted to see he was doing ok. He let the whole thing go though. "Ok, watch the steps." he said as started again. These were some stone ones that led into the back yard. The yard itself was pretty large, but well kept. Off to one side the tree house came into view, but that wasn't where Tristan was heading. No he was heading toward the other side and a marked trail, one he actually knew by heart. If Soran were to glance up at the tree house, he would see a pretty good sized one. There even looked to be two floors inside.

The crunching of leaves under their feet made it even more clear that they were leaving the back yard and heading into the trees.
"See the trails back here are marked, they go in different directions. Just in case you are exploring on your own and you get lost. Of course, my dad always said to have someone with, like a trail buddy."

"Trail buddy," Soran repeated, completely at a loss as to what that meant for a moment. He glanced down at his fingers entangled in Tristan's belt loops and then felt a bit of a blush course over his face, "Oh. So... does that make us 'trail buddies'?" he asked, a flash of a grin spreading across his face as he realized how silly that really sounded.

As they moved into the trees, he was constantly looking around, enjoying the new sounds and the smell of the forest. Something about the damp earth was making him relax a little bit. He liked it. It was different. Better than being in the house, though he did like his room a lot. It was safe there, "That tree house. Who built it? I've never seen something like that," he said after a little bit of walking.

"It was a present for the kids, my Grandma had it built, this was actually her place before it became my dad's. We always came up here for the summers. We...I mean my cousins and I always had a good time especially after that was built." Not that it lasted...he tried not to actually think about it now, he didn't think sharing would be such a good idea, not with Soran in his current state. He continued down the trail marked with the blue flags, if one followed it all the way to the end, it would lead down to the lake. However...that wasn't where they were going either. The sunlight even though still slightly visible in the treetops was sort of hard to make out sometimes. There was still a soft green light around them though, so it wasn't completely dark.

Still trailing behind Tristan, Soran reached out and touched passing bushes and tree branches that hung down low enough. It was cool under the trees, which he thought was rather odd as it was still sunny outside. His fingers tangled in the bushes, touching the soft leaves and he wondered why they felt like that. Until he hit one that wasn't so soft, "Ow!" he drew his hand back and put his finger in his mouth with a bit of a shocked pout, "Wah da hew?" he asked around his finger.

Tristan stopped and turned back as best he could. Looking at the other with his finger in his mouth...he lost his train of thought for a second. "You ok, " he finally asked, "let me look at it, some of the bushes have thrones."

"Mm..." Soran withdrew his finger from his mouth and showed it to Tristan. It was red slightly, a couple of scratches at best and only one that had a tiny bit of blood starting to peak from the tip of his finger, "Man... that thing was sharp... It kind of itches too," he mumbled. It wasn't bad though, just a slight tingle that was sure to go away in a moment. Or he hoped it would go away. Maybe it didn't itch at all and he was imagining it. He frowned a bit, "I-its fine, Tristan."

Tristan examined the finger on Soran's hand, he had several thoughts running through his head. One of them being taking said finger and sucking on it himself...he looked away, slightly conflicted. He stepped closer, and gently took the others hand, "I rather be completely sure," he said and hopefully before the other could protest, he pulled the finger to his mouth and closed his lips around it.

Soran's eyes went wide, his mouth opening and closing as his finger suddenly ended up in Tristan's mouth. His heart skipped a beat and he thought he was going to drop right there as his knees went weak on him, "T-Tristan!" he stuttered, breath short for a moment, "H-hey... H-how would you like if I just suddenly nibbled on your finger! Cut it o-out," he protested verbally, but not physically. Instead he was trembling slightly. This was definitely a bit more intimate than he'd imagined it to be. Or maybe it was just because it was Tristan who was doing it. He blushed furiously.

Tristan slightly grinned at Soran's reaction, and finally let the finger go. He almost offered his hand when the other asked how he would like it if he suddenly began nibbling on his finger. Soran had no idea...did he, that he would probably like it alot. He sighed, placed a kiss in the middle of Soran's palm before letting the hand go altogether, "Sorry, couldn't help myself," Tristan said, not really telling the truth. He turned so the other couldn't see his rather cocky looking grin on his face. "We only got a little ways to go before we get this place, you ready," he asked.

With his heart pounding rapidly, his face feeling like it was on fire, he watched Tristan grin at him and then release the finger that he held hostage from his lips. He swallowed dryly, not quite sure he could get any words from his mouth right then until the red head turned around and continued on. He focused on breathing, "Y-yeah... I'm ready," he answered back. Briefly he wondered if Tristan planned to do anything when they got to this place he was taking him too and he cleared his throat rather loudly at the thought. Trying to busy himself with the flora around him, he found it hard to concentrate.

He tried to recall the last time Tristan had held him like that, but it was hard to remember. It had been a while, he was sure. A frown pulled at his lips. I think... I think I really want to kiss him... yeah. Really wanna kiss him... he allowed that thought to trail, putting him in a sweet daze as he followed behind Tristan, his fingers still hooked in the jeans the other wore but playing around with it at the same time too now.

After a while he muttered, "Pretty," as he caught sight of a beautiful bright blue bird that sang as it flew by. Everything was pretty out here. It was calm. No strange noises, no loud noises, no surprises. He liked it. A lot.

With Tristan, holding Soran was never to far from his mind, but he hadn't really planned anything so to speak. He remembered the last time...and actually it made him blush. It was after the insane amount of teasing Soran had put him through...and it did seem like forever ago. Almost like that was a different world altogether...everything was different now.

Tristan got lost in his thoughts that he almost missed where he wanted to turn, "oh... " he chuckled slightly. "Its this way, kinda off trail, so watch out for the tree roots." He continued, ducking branches every so often, but made sure the other would notice. He heard the water before they actually got to the place. He moved one more branch out of the way. It was there, a small waterfall, it filled up what looked small pond, that looked pretty deep.

Soran took a deep breath as the branches were moved aside and he was rewarded with an amazing view of a waterfall, "Tristan..." he breathed the other Seer's name as he stepped up next to him, "Beautiful... how did you... have you always known this place?" he asked, in awe at the natural beauty before him. Having never seen a water fall before, the roaring sound it made even with the distance they were at was so powerful. His fingers gripped Tristan's arm tightly, "Amazing. I've never seen anything like it."

"Its one of my favorites," he said as he watched the other. "I kinda thought that it would be relaxing just to sit and listen to the waterfall, while sharing it with someone I love." Tristan actually blushed again. Lunch was a also on that list, but Tristan wasn't really hungry at that moment. "Come there is a really soft patch of grass over there." He continued as he led the other closer to the waterfall.

"I can see why it would be a favorite," Soran said softly in return. He blushed as well as the boy said he wanted to share it with someone he loved. The blonde felt his heart skip a beat too. He allowed Tristan to lead him to the grass that he spoke of.

Settling himself down on the dry, soft grass he reached out his fingers and touched the green mess and smiled gently, "It is soft... I didn't think grass could be soft," he said. He coughed a bit in embarrassment, "N-not that I've ever just sat and played with it before, you know..." he looked away and gazed at the water fall.

"Tristan." he said the boys name and then paused.

Turning he looked at him, the sun filtering through to hit his hair and face, "Thank you. I love you. Thank you," he reached out and brushed his fingers across the boys face gently.

Sitting down next to Soran and watching him examine the grass underneath him almost made Tristan chuckle. As a kid, he often would sit in the backyard and not move for hours and run his fingers through the grass without thinking about it.
It was just something that felt comfortable to him, that was before he started to play inside more often. "I love you too Soran," he answered the other in return. He felt the fingers on his face and moved his hand over the others. He took it and placed it over his heart, and smiled at the other.

Soran bit his lip as Tristan moved his hand to his chest, right over his heart. His fingers curled slightly, gripping his shirt just a bit as he felt the warmth radiating off of Tristan. He shifted his body, scooting closer to Tristan. Taking the lunch that the red haired Seer had packed, he moved it aside. Moving closer, he hesitated a bit, "Tristan... D-don't... move, please," he muttered and then proceeded to stare at him for a moment before leaning forward and gently setting a kiss on his cheek. He pulled away and seemed to settle that it was alright and came forward to kiss Tristan's mouth next. He kept kissing him, his hand that was over his heart squeezing the shirt tighter now.

When he pulled away to breathe finally, his face was flushed deep red, his breath short as he gazed up at Tristan, "That... wanted to do that. I wasn't sure, but... it's okay," he said tilting his head a bit, "Kiss me, please."

He felt the other move closer, and then ask him not to move, Tristan didn't even bat an eyelash as the other kissed him on the cheek, and then on his mouth. His lips moved with the others, but he couldn't help that action. As the other moved away and said that he wanted to do that...Tristan let out a breath he hadn't realized that he was holding. It was at that moment the other asked him to kiss him, and Tristan's heart skipped a beat. He had questions...but actually couldn't voice them at the moment. He looked at the others lips, and moved forward slowly, "Okay," was his only word before kissing the other back.

Stretching up, he wrapped both arms around Tristan's neck and let his weight lean against him, hoping to topple the other onto the grass as he continued to kiss him. Pulling back slightly, he took a deep breath before continuing the kiss. His hands busied themselves with tangling into the boys hair or working their way across Tristan's chest lightly.
"Tristan..."

As the other leaned against him and wrapped his arms around his neck, Tristan was caught off surprise and fell against the grass. He watched the other as he pulled back and found himself breathless. The other continued the kiss as his hands were touching Tristan's hair and chest. The other stopped and said his name, but Tristan didn't move, "Soran.." what did he want to say, he was lost for words at the moment, instead reached up and played with a piece of that blonde hair. He smiled, "Love ya."

Soran leaned into the touch as Tristan played with his hair. That smile... it was contagious and he found that he couldn't help but return it, though his was smaller, "Same to you," he said as he leaned down and touched the tip of his nose against Tristan's, "Want to know something else?" he pulled away, a light sparking in his eyes as he shifted his gaze to the boys ear. His fingers tightened around Tristan's frame, "I haven't forgotten," he started as he leaned down near Tristan's ear.

"I haven't forgotten what turns you on," he breathed in Tristan's ear and then promptly began nibbling on it. Playing with him was somewhat fun, and he was certainly enjoying it. With the sound of the water behind him and the feel of the soft grass under his fingers. With Tristan laying beneath him as he straddled him... He wanted to stay right there forever.

Tristan closed his eyes, relishing the moment. He wanted to stay like this forever as well. The biting on the ear though was making him uncomfortable but in a good way. "Soran...I..." he sighed and let go of the protest on his lips.
He didn't know what he was going to say anyways. He moved his hands to the waist of the other, just so they were somewhere other then the ground.

Soran paused in his nibbling, "Is this... okay?" he asked softly. Maybe this was bad timing, or something like that. Soran frowned a bit as he let his head rest against the soft part between Tristan's shoulder and neck. He felt the pulse there, it was quick, "If you don't want to... I could stop," he said as he traced circles across the boys chest.

Tristan chuckled, "Soran...its perfectly ok...I was just worried about you I guess. And well...um...I always want to." He was blushing again at those words, did he just say that out loud...that was bad.

Soran pulled up so that he could look at Tristan. His boyfriends face was red again and the little blonde Seer couldn't help but to laugh a bit. He covered his mouth as he stared at him, and then laughed again. It was bubbling in his chest, the laughter. It felt good too. In the next moment, his face was buried in Tristan's chest as he laughed in little spurts, giggling and trying to keep it to himself.

"You.... are... horny," he teased between fits of giggles, "I thought I was.... I think maybe you might be worse," he laughed again and let his body fall down completely on top of Tristan where he snuggled against the boy and took in a deep breath to steady himself, "So. How do you keep it to yourself then? I mean... if you... always want to," he teased and bit the boys ear, "Is this helping? Man, if I have known that, things would be so much more fun around you."

Tristan blushing grew worse as the other started laughing, but man it sounded so good to hear him laugh like that. But then the blonde has to start in with the teasing..."Hey...wait a sec..." Tristan started but couldn't find the words between his own fits of laughter. "Stop Soran, that is not fair...I was tricked into saying that." He snickered slightly, oh he let the other have his fun now, he would get him back hopefully one day soon. Tristan had the strongest urge to roll the other over, but he fought it, mostly because he didn't want to scare Soran.

He giggled again, "Tricked? No, I think you're always thinking that. Besides, I didn't do anything," he said in return. Situating himself, he rested his hands on Tristan's chest and then put his chin there, to stare at the other. He rocked his body from one side to the other almost like he was twisting innocently like a kid who had gotten yelled at with a little grin, "See. I'm innocent. So. What should I do now?"

He looked down at the other, grinning ever so slightly, "Innocent...," Tristan repeated with almost a scoff. "Your not innocent in the least, you freakin tease." The rocking was really distracting and Tristan had to pause and collect a thought, "I am not giving you any idea's mister...your going to have to come up with them on your own." He grinned slightly.

Soran lifted up one hand and put his finger between his teeth as he eyed the boy, "Aww, now that's not fair," he reached up and used Tristan's shoulder as a lever to pull himself up farther, "Don't you remember all those ideas I gave you?" he asked, he vaguely remembered them to be honest, but he knew he had told Tristan some rather... wild things, "Won't you be nice and let me in on a few of your own? Only fair right," he continued and reached up to give Tristan a quick kiss before drawing back with a slight smile pulling his lips.

Tristan couldn't help but laugh a little, "Ok...lean down here, and I will help you out."

Soran did as he was asked, leaning down towards Tristan's face and actually very curious as to what it was he was about to hear. He reached up his finger and bit it lightly again as he waited.

Tristan's whispers were perhaps slightly more tame then Soran's had been, but they were well detailed. There were things that Soran would surely blush at, but he wanted to know, so Tristan was telling him.

Soran ended up biting his lip as his fingers reached down to grip Tristan tightly. His breath shortened immediately, his eyes closing shut as he listened, "Mm... Tristan... holy.... you....thats...." he couldn't think. It was a familiar feeling. Something like this had surely happened before. He clutched at it, holding it tightly as his chest grew tight. Pulling away because he couldn't handle hearing anymore, he was blushing furiously as he gazed down at Tristan. Sitting himself directly on top of Tristan, he tried to steady his erratic breathing.

"That... was really hot," he managed to say. His fingers tugged at Tristan's shirt, "I think... yeah. I think I need to come up with more things to tease you with," he said with a bit of a laugh. Leaning down he kissed Tristan before asking, "Can I? I really... want you. Can I? Like this?"

"Yes," was all Tristan said, gosh he was having a hard time breathing and not only because the other was sitting on him. He blushed slightly and looked at the other.

Soran smiled and then continued to kiss the boy. All the while he listened to the waterfall, to Tristan's breathing, focused on his heat and touch, and lost himself in a wave of emotions that seemed to help get rid of the rage that flickered every once and a while at the back of his mind and heart.

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