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Flynn woke up because of the mighty need to pee.
“Urgh...” he groaned loudly as he sat up. His head spun just a little and his mouth was dry. He opened and closed it a few times, and then grimaced. He had a decidedly unpleasant taste in his mouth, the taste of old beer and tobacco. Flynn really didn’t feel like leaving the warm bed to go outside into the cold, wet Boralus night, but nature really was calling. He forced himself to get out of bed, swearing as his feet hit the slightly damp wooden boards of the floor. As he pulled on a pair of pants, and then after that his boots, he thought about the previous day. During the island exposition they had struck gold, or well, azerite, and it had been a bigger bounty than any of them had thought to find on that island. That, of course, had granted more celebration than usual, and that meant some extra drinks at the inn.
Flynn finished his business outside quickly, shivering as he came back inside. It was starting to head towards winter in Tiragarde Sound, and that meant that the bitter bite of the wind was relenteless. It also meant that nothing ever really felt truly dry, since wet, heavy clouds almost constantly wrapped the port city in a wet blanket.
He thought about how he really should make a fire in his hearth to heat up the small apartment, and hopefully chase away most of the chill. He squatted before the hearth and opened the hatch before picking up some of the firewood he had stapled next to it.
A few minutes later, a small fire was burning. Flynn held out his palms toward it, warming them for a moment. Then, he put in another piece of firewood before closing the hatch and climbing back into bed. It didn’t take very long before he had gone back to sleep.
When he came to a few hours later, his apartment was pleasantly warm. He wasn’t sure what had woken him, but a look towards the small, crooked window told him that the sun hasn’t quite risen yet.
“You talk in your sleep.”
Flynn whipped his head around at the realisation that he wasn’t alone inside his apartment. A warm, pleasant feeling spread throughout him as he saw Mathias Shaw squatting next to the hearth, stoking the fire with the fire poker.
“Oh, do I?” Flynn rolled onto his side and propped his head up in his hand, smiling widely. “Was I saying anything interesting?”
“You seemed to be having a good time in your dream,” Mathias said, throwing a look over his shoulder at Flynn. There was a glimt of humour there and Flynn’s smile turned into a down right grin.
“Oh? What kind of good time?”
Mathias closed the hearth door and stood up, stretching as he did so. Then, he turned around and took the two steps or so needed to reach the bed. Flynn immediately reached out for him with his free hand, placing his big palm on the inside of Mathias’ leather clad thigh, where the leather was soft and supple from wear. Mathias didn’t answer the question down right, but gave an appreciative hum as Flynn slowly started to slide his hand upwards.
“Can you show me what kind of fun I was dreaming of, spymaster?”
Flynn’s voice had dropped down to a husky rumble, his eyes dark with lust. Mathias stood still as Flynn’s hand reached his crotch and he found Mathias’ rapidly hardening erection. Flynn watched hungrily as Mathias started undoing buckles and straps with deft fingers. A mere moment later, Mathias guided Flynn’s hand inside of his leathers and Mathias erection was pulled out of its confines. Flynn gave an impresses whistle as he repositioned himself in the bed to sit up instead, not the easiest task to accomplish with his other hand otherwise occupied.
“My my, Mathias. What was I saying in my sleep, to rile you up like this?”
Flynn was sitting up in front of Mathias now, long orange hair flowing down around his face and over his shoulders, one hand wrapped loosely around Mathias’ cock.
His mind was a haze of the combination of just having woken up and also being incredibly horny, but Flynn could vaguely remember dreaming before he woke. A fleeting, dreamy image of him and a handsome stranger meeting in a dark, hidden alleyway floated to the surface. The stranger had been gasping his name as Flynn had him up against the wall, driving into him over and over. The man in his dream had gasped Flynn’s name, and then Flynn had moaned the man’s name back, a soft-
Flynn opened his eyes, wet his lips and said-
“-Mathias.”
Mathias reached down to grasp Flynn’s jaw, using his thumb to stroke over Flynn’s bottom lip. Mathias’ eyes were dark, the usual green now more akin to the shade of the deep, dark ocean on a particular stormy night. That made a dark wave of lust roll over Flynn’s body and he couldn’t help the tiny whimper that escaped him. A pleasant shiver ran through Flynn’s body as he opened his mouth and sucked Mathias’ thumb into his mouth, a shiver that went straight for his cock as Mathias’ other hand found its way into his hair and not entirely carefully fisted long strands. Flynn closed his eyes again and focused on the digit in his mouth, pressing his tongue against the the fleshy pad. It tasted like salt and ash and leather and metal.
Flynn’s eyes fluttered open when Mathias took his thumb out of Flynn’s mouth, dragging it over the corner of Flynn’s mouth and over his cheek in a motion that showed an intimacy that made Flynn’s heart swell. Mathias’ hand continued down the side his face before going downwards, Mathias using the tip of his fingers to follow the line of Flynn’s jaw.
When Mathias had unfastened his pants and freed himself, some skin had been revealed in the process. Flynn leaned in with a hum and pressed butterfly kisses to the smooth, sensitive skin right above the nest of copper hair. He could hear the other man’s breath quicken as he lapped at the skin, alternating open-mouthed kisses with just the slightest drag of teeth. At one point, he started to slowly pump his hand over Mathias’ cock as he daringly started to suck a bruise to the tender skin where leg, hip and crotch connected. That earned him a tug of his hair and a sound of warning from above, but there was no mistaking the way Mathias’ cock had twitched in his hand.
Flynn didn’t let up, attaching his lips to the pale skin again. The fingers in his hair flexed against his scalp, but didn’t tug. He put his all in marking the spot, marking Mathias as his. Flynn absentmindedly noted that Mathias’ other hand had joined his first in his hair. When Flynn scraped his teeth over the spot he’d been working, Mathias gave a small hiss and pulled Flynn’s head backwards. Flynn’s scalp burned a little, but it was a good burn. Their gazes met and Mathias’ eyes were molten steel, dangerous and enticing at once.
“Stop,” Mathias said calmly, with a dark tint to his voice. Flynn couldn’t help the smirk on his lips. He let go of his hold of Mathias’ cock, winding his arms around the man’s leg, splaying his hand flat against a muscular and leather-clad calf.
“Make me,” he said, knowing how it would rile up the spymaster. Mathias’ eyes flared but his composure stayed calm, like the calm surface over strong currents.
“You do what I tell you to do.” Mathias’ voice was sharp, but there was the undeniable arousal in there as well. Mathias stroke his palm over Flynn’s face again, softly. Flynn’s body was taut with anticipation and the air around them was thick and heavy with arousal.
“Open your mouth.” Flynn did as told without any protest, hot pin pricks of lust spreading over his skin.
“Good,” Mathias praised. Flynn could feel the man shift in front of him and then, the head of Mathias’ cock brushed against his lower lip. Flynn’s grip on the leather straps tightened as he held himself back, forcing himself to sit still, waiting for the next command.
“Suck.” The silently spoken word thundered through Flynn as he immediately leaned in and sucked the head of Mathias’ cock into his mouth. He was rewarded with a groan that made him look upwards. A flush had spread over Mathias’ cheeks and a wet, hot tingle rushed down his spine as their eyes locked. Flynn steadied himself on Mathias’ thighs, maintaining eye contact as he relaxed his throat and let as much as he could take sink into his mouth. When his nose was tickled by hairs, he swallowed.
“By the Light...” Mathias cursed under his breath and tipped his head backwards. Flynn watched enraptured as the muscles in Mathias’ neck flexed, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.
It didn’t take too long before Mathias came down Flynn’s throat, moaning the pirate’s name as he did. Flynn sat back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning. Mathias hauled him to his feet and kissed him hungrily, and Flynn returned the kiss in earnest. At one point, Flynn started working at the clasps in Mathias’ front.
“Get this off and get into bed with me,” he murmured against Mathias’ lips. Mathias swatted Flynn’s hands away and Flynn laughed.
“One day I’ll be able to do that for you.”
Mathias chuckled at that and Flynn stared in awe as the spymaster undid his armour with practiced lighting speed. Mathias folded the uniform in a way that made no sense to Flynn, but there was probably a method to it, and then put his focus back on Flynn.
“Did your parents not tell you that it’s rude to stare?”
Flynn laughed and reached out for Mathias, pulling him towards the bed.
“I was raised by sea gulls, they don’t care much about staring.”
Mathias’ moustache twitched and the corner of his mouth curled upwards.
“That explains your poor table manners.”
Flynn pulled a mock face of pain as he climbed into bed.
“Your words wound me!” Flynn scooted towards the wall to make place for Mathias on the narrow bed. Mathias followed and Flynn pulled him close, capturing the older man’s lips in a kiss. “My table manners might not be my biggest strength, but my bedside manners are excellent. For example, I haven’t even mentioned the fact that I’m left all aroused here.”
Flynn tried to look as innocent and apropos-nothing as he could as he stretched and settled down on his stomach in bed, burying half of his face in his pillow. The other corner of Mathias’ mouth quirked upwards as well.
“What a gentleman.”
Mathias moved to press a kiss to Flynn’s freckled shoulder, shifting so he was hovering slightly above and behind Flynn.
“Right? I am the most gentle man to ever... gentle?” Flynn said as he moved his arms up to place his hands under his pillow, propping up his head slightly.
Mathias hummed noncommittally as he started pressing kisses down Flynn’s spine, slowly and steadily making his way downwards.
Flynn moaned into the pillow as a hot, wet tongue pressed against his entrance.
Later, when Mathias had made Flynn come with his fingers and mouth, dawn was breaking outside the window. Flynn and Mathias hadn’t gone to sleep yet. Flynn could see how tired the other man was though, and he could also see how the man was fighting against falling asleep.
“I need to report to the Wind’s Redemption that I’m back in Boralus,” Mathias said and made a motion to sit up. Flynn, who had his arm slung around Mathias’ middle, didn’t move his arm, keeping the spymaster in place.
“Did you not do that before heading here?” Flynn asked, slightly dumbfounded.
Mathias fell silent and shook his head, just a slight twitch of his head. Flynn’s stomach flipped as the implications of what that meant hit him. He didn’t continue that line of questioning however, instead putting on a cheeky grin.
“I’m sure you’re not that important to the war that you can’t sleep in one single time.”
Mathias rubbed his hand over his face, screwing his eyes together.
“I am that important,” he said with a sigh.
“Just stay for a while then. I’ll get you something for breakfast.”
Mathias moved his arm to cover his eyes and gave an agreeing hum. Flynn clambered over Mathias out of the bed, definitely accidentally elbowing him in the ribs as he did so. He found his clothes spread around the small room and pulled them on. He shrugged into his jacket, pulled on his boots and put on his hat. Just as he reached for the door, Mathias’ voice stopped him.
“Lock the door as you leave.”
Flynn turned around to look at Mathias, who still was covering his eyes with his arms speaking directly into the open air.
“Lock the door?” Flynn parroted back.
“You need to start locking your front door.”
Flynn’s eyebrows knitted together for a moment.
“I keep nothing valuable in here, and it’s so much hassle fitting the key into the lock after a long night at the tavern! Not to speak of keeping track of such a small thing!”
“I would prefer not to wake up with a dagger sticking out of my chest because an assassin could step right through your front door, if you don’t mind.”
“What do you-” Flynn’s gaze moved between Mathias and the door for a few times before his face slackened in realisation. “Oooh, so that’s how you got in here without waking me up!”
Mathias smiled at that.
“I could get in here without waking you up regardless how many locks you would have on that door.”
Flynn smiled widely. “Point taken.” After a few minutes of rummaging around his kitchen cub boards he found the key to his front door tucked between a bag of flour and a jar of something pickled. “Aha!”
Before he closed the door behind him, he called “Back in a jiffy!” into his little dingy apartment. Mathias merely lifted his hand and gave a dismissive little wave as response. Flynn locked the front door, put the key in his front pocket started down the narrow alley towards the dockside market. He whistled to himself as he walked, a tune that was often played at the taverns around town. His steps felt light. The city wasn’t quite waking up yet, most people still at home in their beds. As Flynn approached the harbour and markets, the smell of mud, stagnant water and seaweed of Dampwick Ward gave way to the fresh breeze of the ocean, the wood of the docks and a delicious waft of newly baked bread. Tradewinds Market was mostly empty, apart from the stable master tending to the horses and some merchants milking about, getting ready for today’s business. Flynn sauntered up to the chef operating the broiling pits in the middle of the markets. The large, burly Kul Tiran was busy slicing large chunks of meat off an even larger chunk of meat currently rotating over the fire.
“Byron, my good fellow!”
The man threw a glance over his shoulder.
“Ah, Fairwind.” He turned around, placed the plate of meat on a nearby table and wiped his hands on a towel thrown over his shoulder. “Ya seem a tad bit ta fresh an’ rosy to be just going home from a tavern crawl.” Flynn felt himself being eyed up and down.
“I’ve just woken up, actually!”
Byron gave him a sceptical look as he picked up a large fork and knife and started methodically cutting up the meat in smaller pieces.
“I’m looking to buy some breakfast, actually,” he said, trying to look as innocent as possible. Byron grunted in response.
“Ya know I don’t sell.” He pointed in the direction of the harbour and its many taverns. “This all ‘ere is going to Wesley at Snug Harbor Inn.”
Flynn put on his most charming smile.
“Ah, did I say buy breakfast? I must’ve misspoken. I meant borrow some breakfast. Then I’ll be right out of your hair. Wesley will be none the wiser.”
Byron rolled his eyes and put down his tools, reaching behind him for a piece of waxed paper. He wrapped up a piece of meat and tied a piece of string around it.
“Don’t ya normally go ta a tavern ta eat breakfast? What’s so special about today? Ya got some lassie back at home ya want ya impress?” Byron held out the package to Flynn, who snickered as he accepted it.
“Yes Byron, the loveliest lass I’ve ever laid eyes upon!”
Byron went back to cutting meat again.
“Can’t be too lovely if she ended up in your bed, Fairwind.”
Flynn laughed as he walked off towards the harbour side stalls to get some bread and coffee, wondering if Mathias would be most aggravated over being called a lass, a lovely lass, or a not very lovely lass.
Once Flynn had procured what he needed for breakfast he headed back to Dampwick Ward. He forgot that he locked the door when he headed out so he pulled the door handle a few times before he managed to fumble the key out of his pocket, into the lock and open the door. Mathias was sitting up in bed when Flynn entered.
“You are the least stealthy man I have ever encountered,” Mathias said as Flynn placed the breakfast goods on the one small table he kept in the apartment.
“Stealth is overrated!” Flynn proclaimed as he whirled around the kitchen corner, finding two clean enough metal mugs and plates.
Mathias grumbled at that and Flynn grinned. He poured some of the coffee he had bought into the mugs and divided up the meat and bread on the plates. Then he handed Mathias his before he went back to the table to get his own before getting back into bed. Mathias thanked him and pulled in his legs so they both could sit cross legged opposite each other. Flynn spoke loudly about his runs to collect azerite for the Alliance, emoting vividly with his hands as they both ate. Mathias was mostly silent as he ate, until he had finished his plate of food and was only left holding the mug of coffee.
“I’ve been restationed,” Mathias said suddenly, and the tone of his voice made a chill start to creep into Flynn’s bones despite the warmth of the hearth. “I’m needed in Stormwind. The peace is brittle after the Horde lost their war chief and the King wants me in the capital.” Flynn tried to brace himself for the next words, his jaw stiff in the way he’d prepare himself for a punch in a brawl.
“I won’t be coming back to Boralus for a long, long time.”
Flynn’s chest ached in the same way it did when he fractured his ribs. He knew it wasn’t Mathias’ choice, but it didn’t hurt any less because of that.
“Is that why you carme today? To say farewell?” He sounded so bitter to his own ears, like he had aged countless years in one moment. Mathias was silent, looking down into the metal mug he was holding. The moments dragged on into what felt like eternity before Mathias spoke.
“No, I... I came to ask you to come with me. To Stormwind.”
Shock flooded over Flynn. What sort of joke was Mathias playing on him? Mathias knew how much Flynn wanted that with every fiber of his being, but Mathias had always treated it as neigh-impossible. He could feel his face contorting into an ugly grimace.
“Don’t be cruel, Mathias. Don’t joke about such a thing!” Flynn started getting out of bed, but Mathias’ hand on his arm froze him in his tracks. Mathias’ gaze was serious when Flynn met it.
“I’m not joking, Flynn. I want you to come with me when I leave for Stormwind come evening.”
Flynn’s eyes grew wide and his hopes soared.
“You’re really serious?”
Mathias gave a quick, efficient nod.
Flynn knocked the mug out of Mathias’ hands as he pounced the man, kissing him fiercely. Mathias gave a little yelp of surprise as he suddenly was tackled to the bed by 300 pounds worth of pirate. Once Flynn had kissed Mathias’ adequately silly, Flynn sat back grinning.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
/
Later that day, just as the sun was setting over Boralus, Flynn walked down the docks towards Wind's Redemption, knapsack slung over his shoulder.
Mathias stood on the deck of the ship, arms crossed over his chest. He watched Flynn from above as he made his way through the bustle of people. He could see the grin spreading on Flynn’s face as the pirate noticed him, and Mathias couldn’t help the way his own lips spread into a small smile. He moved so he was standing on the part of the deck where the gangway led up from the docks to the ship, waiting for the pirate to make his way there.
“Welcome aboard the Winds Redemption, Captain Fairwind,” he said as Flynn walked across the gangway. Flynn beamed at him, and it tugged at Mathias’ heartstrings in a way he had trouble describing.
“Thank you, Mr. Shaw,” Flynn answered, his eyes glittering with their shared secret as he stepped onto deck.
Mathias, without taking his eyes off Flynn, raised his voice.
“All aboard! Set sail for Stormwind!” The crew started moving about to start the journey back to Eastern Kingdoms.
“Now Mr. Shaw, why don’t you show me your cabin?”
Shaw let out a long breath as response to Flynn’s wagging eyebrows, but he smiled nonetheless.