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Torbek thinks one of his least favorite parts of traveling has to be resource gathering. Of course it was necessary, but splitting up always invited opportunities for things to go wrong.
Of course, the first time they had split up as a group him and Gricko got turned into those mud things, there was the time Gricko fell into a ravine and it took hours to get him out, Torbek got lost once and didn’t find his way back until the next morning…
The worst thing though, was simply that he was bad at it. There were many times Torbek had come back empty handed and was forced to endure Kremy’s disappointed glare, a fate he wouldn’t wish upon his greatest enemies.
And now, standing in a semicircle with the rest of his friends after they’d set up their tents, he was being tasked with gathering firewood. He glances around, staring at the absolute lack of trees around them. Of course.
When he starts listening to the conversation again, the only thing he catches is Kremy telling Frost to find a water source and fill up everyone’s water skins. Well, at least that means that he’s not alone in these tall orders, given how he can’t even begin to guess where a stream might be located. He watches as Frost simply nods, his mind seeming to be somewhere else.
And so they split up, and Torbek randomly picks a direction and starts walking, hoping to find something that Gideon can burn for a fire.
—-
After a while of aimless wandering, something finally shows up in the distance.
A thick grove of trees decorates the horizon, and Torbek quickly picks up his pace to reach it, filled with relief at being able to complete his task.
It doesn’t take long for him to reach the woods, and it takes even less time for him to find a suitable collection of sticks and branches and collect them in his arms.
During his gathering, his ears perk up to a faint sound- the rippling of flowing water.
Torbek quickly stalks over to the source of the noise, and past a thick group of brambles, he spots a crystal clear brook surrounded by long slabs of Ivory stones and spots of vibrant wildflowers.
It’s a picturesque sight, one straight out of a fairytale. Though, rather than being taken by the natural beauty, another thought quickly consumes his brain- one of returning back to camp with not only the firewood, but fresh water for everyone as well. Of being lavished with praise by his friends for his resourcefulness and usefulness to the team.
His face breaks into a toothy grin. It’s the perfect plan.
He’s about to move closer, when he hears a distinct rustle coming from the other side of the clearing. He immediately ducks down into the thicket, his collection of sticks clattering to the ground beside him, worried about something unwelcoming spotting him.
Instead, he sees a very familiar figure in a jade robe emerging from the brush, stepping out into the sunlight.
Torbek grumbles at the sight of Frost. Of course Frost would find the water right then. Now no one would believe that Torbek had found it first!
… But Torbek notices that Frost isn’t heading towards the stream. Doesn’t even really seem to take much note of it. Instead he’s stalking around the area, almost like he’s appraising it.
For a bit, Torbek just sits, watching Frost observe the spot. He tries telling himself it’s just out of curiosity of what Frost is up to… but he knows it’s more than that.
He likes looking at Frost, likes the way he moves, the way he looks. Everything he did was so thoughtful, so calculated, so unlike Torbek in every way. Frost mystified him, and Torbek couldn’t help but feel drawn to it.
Torbek shakes his head. No! This isn’t the time to get distracted by Frost’s pretty face! He has adoration from his peers to win!
Just then, Frost sets his pack down against one of the trees, pulling a thin blanket out of one of the pockets and laying it flat on the ground.
Oh! Frost is going to do his meditation thing! Torbek grins, it was perfect! He could sneak the water while Frost was distracted-
And then Frost pulls off his robe, revealing his bare torso, and that thought blips out of existence.
Torbek immediately gets pulled back into his earlier thoughts, staring at Frost as he moves. He’s so pretty, every little detail of him. His eyes follow Frost’s black stripes, decorating all along his body before melting into the milky white of his stomach. Torbek wishes he could get closer (or even touch them- a thought that sends a shiver through him) so he can commit the pattern to memory.
But it begs the question of what Frost is actually trying to do. Torbek is fairly sure that Frost keeps his clothes on when he’s meditating, so what is he doing? Trying to wash off in the stream? That would probably make the most sense.
… or Torbek would have thought that if Frost hadn’t pulled his pants down right then, releasing an aching erection.
Torbek’s face immediately flushes, and he slaps his hands over his eyes.
Was that why Frost was acting weird earlier? Cause he was horny? Cause he was planning on sneaking off like this? How long has he had a hard-on and been hiding it from the others?
Those thoughts make arousal violently flood Torbek’s system, and he can feel his cock quickly thickening, pressing into his thigh. Uh oh.
He needs to leave. Frost is obviously wanting to be alone, and Torbek isn’t the kind of guy who would- would watch someone! He isn’t a pervert!
But with his eyes shut, he can clearly hear every noise Frost is making. He can hear him shuffling around, can hear him breathe and sigh, voice sounding thick. Another wave of heat pours over him and locks him into place.
…A quick peek wouldn’t hurt anything, right? Just to sate his curiosity?
He parts his fingers ever so slightly, just enough for him to peek through. Frost is laying on his back now, his cock standing very prominently- no, Torbek is not looking at that-
His gaze gently slides up Frosts’s torso, watching the way his body moves. Frost is slowly running his hands along his body, dragging from his face and neck down to his stomach, just above where Torbek is not looking- and then back up again. He repeats the movement over and over, a slight jolt running through him, making him squirm.
It’s a mesmerizing sight, and Torbek finds himself unable to do anything but stare. A ravenous craving fills his stomach and sets every nerve in his body alight, reacting to every little movement and noise Frost makes.
But- Frost is sounding different now, isn’t he? Low sighs turning into Breathy, shaky exhales, just teetering on the edge of a moan. But what is he doing different? Both of his hands are still rubbing on his chest, what could-
The mage hand.
He can see it now, the way Frost’s legs had parted slightly earlier, the way his tail curled and his breath caught- oh fuck-
Torbek’s cock is painfully straining against the fabric of his pants now. He can’t stay here, this was so wrong- But-
But Frost sounds so pretty, the way he breathes, the little shakes running through his body as he fucks himself on the magic fingers- it’s such an entrancing sight, something Torbek knows he’s never going to get another chance to see again.
That’s why this whole thing was so deplorable. He’s not supposed to be seeing this. Frost specifically snuck out here so he could be alone, so no one else would see this, and he was violating that! He was watching one of his best friends touch himself! He’s invading Frost’s privacy and getting off on it! What an awful, perverted thing to do to someone he cares about.
Right then, Frost seems to decide he’s done working himself open. He sits up and reaches into his pack, pulling out-
Torbek stuffs his fist into his mouth, stifling down whatever obscene noise he was going to make. Frost pulls out a toy- a modestly sized, unassuming looking dildo that Torbek can only assume Frost regularly uses to fuck himself. Just that thought alone makes his cock throb, but knowing it’s about to actually happen, right in front of him- it makes him feel like he’s going to come all over himself at any moment.
Frost’s mage hand grabs a small bottle from one of the pack’s pockets, and pours a generous amount of its contents over the toy. Once it’s coated, Frost flips over onto his stomach, and-
Torbek shuts his eyes again and covers his ears with his hands. He can’t watch this, it’s so much, he’s so hard he thinks even one little touch will make him come harder than he ever has before. He can’t look, can’t listen to Frost’s cute noises, it’s so overwhelming he can’t even think.
He focuses on his breathing, trying to calm himself down. Don’t think about what’s happening, don’t picture it. Don’t think about Frost huffing and mewling while fucking himself with a fake cock, don’t think about what a scumbag you are for seeing it- just breathe. Breathe.
Soon enough, after a good amount of careful breaths, Torbek thinks maybe, maybe he’s okay. That the second he opens his eyes he won’t immediately blow his load. That he should take this moment to get the fuck out of there and pretend none of this ever happened. Yes, he can do that.
He brings his hands down, slowly opens his eyes again, and his plan is immediately thrown out the window- because despite being able to imagine what was happening, nothing could compare to actually seeing it.
Frost is bent over, his head resting in his folded arms with his ass up in the air. His mage hand is holding the base of the dildo, pumping it in and out of Frost at a steady pace. Torbek can see Frost’s legs shaking, can hear the quiet, but clear noises he makes with every thrust- cute little ‘hhhn- nnnh- mnnh-‘ sounds.
Torbek isn’t even thinking anymore. Just staring blankly at the scene, watching Frost slowly take himself apart, bit by aching bit.
“F-fuck-“ Frost brokenly stammers out, and Torbek realizes it’s the first word he’s spoken this entire time. The movement speeds up, and his sounds get more and more strained.
Frost shifts a little, moving his hands so one is clawing into the blanket below him, and the other reaches down to tug at his desperate cock. “I need it- I need it, please, please-“ He moans under his breath, shaky and uneven and unlike anything Torbek has ever heard from him before. It’s so gorgeous.
It only takes a few more strokes before Frost’s whole body shudders, and he chokes out a low groan as he spills all over his hand and the blanket below him.
He sits for a few moments, catching his breath as the tension slowly seeps from his muscles and is replaced with fatigue. He grunts as he pulls the toy out of himself and rolls onto his side.
He snaps his fingers, and suddenly any evidence of what he’d done was gone. He probably does something else after that, gathering the water he was supposed to be getting most likely. Torbek wouldn’t know though, given that at that moment he was sprinting off towards the campsite.
—-
Torbek doesn’t think he could’ve ran faster to his tent if he tried. All he could hope and pray for was that none of his friends saw him and decided to ask him what the fuck his deal was later.
His skin was on fire, liquid shame and arousal furiously coursing through him and making every inch of his body burn blazing hot. It felt like if he didn’t get this out of him now he was going to die.
He uses the last bit of his remaining brain power to triple check that the flap to his tent was tied shut before shucking his pants off and falling onto his ratty cot, grabbing his pillow and wrapping it tight around his twitching dick.
Gods, just that pressure alone was enough to make him groan brokenly. He hitches forward, pressing his face into his blankets to try and hide the cacophony of noises escaping him as he begins to desperately fuck the pillow in earnest.
His mind was in a panic, unable to control his thoughts in the slightest. Everything was just Frost- the memories of what he’d just seen, filthy imaginings of what he’d like to do with him, anything his mind could conjure up to spur him on.
Underneath him, on top of him, He didn’t care, he wanted anything Frost was willing to give him. He wanted to feel Frost writhe and shake as he thrusted inside him, wanted to hear all the pretty noises he could get out of him, wanted to taste his fur between his teeth. He wanted Frost to shove his cock down his throat and then come all over his face. He’d take it and Frost would pet him and kiss him and tell him what a good boy he was for him. It didn’t matter what, he wanted anything as long as it meant they could be close, as long as Frost touched him, as long as he could feel the heat of their bodies pressed together.
Torbek sobs, tears and drool and sweat pooling underneath him. He squeezes the pillow around his cock tight, legs trembling.
The words Frost had moaned as he was reaching his peak, about how much he needed it. Something Torbek was never going to hear him say ever again. He needed to hear it again, needed to hear more. Needed to be the one making Frost moan and whine and plead for release. He needed it more than anything- he just needed him- needed Frost-
And then he was coming- onto himself and the pillow and the bedsheets. He cries out, rubbing himself feverishly to wring out those last few drops of wretched ecstasy before violently crashing back down to earth.
Immediately he curls up onto his side, burying his face into his arms. He feels disgusting, like he just did something he can never take back. He’s a gross, dirty pervert who just broke one of his best friend’s trust.
Exhaustion seeps into his muscles, and sleep currently seems like the closest reprieve from his feelings. That’s always been how he gets away from his problems- finding ways to stop thinking about them.
He can only hope that when he wakes up, all of the sordid memories in his head will fade away, and that Frost won’t be able to tell what he’s done.
…and he didn’t even get the firewood. Fuck.