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Tintin had no idea why he had said that. He didn’t even really want to say it. He had just been so frustrated. After all, why would Haddock invite him into his home if he wasn’t going to do anything about it? Tintin had thought they were finally taking the next necessary step in their relationship. They were both adults. They were both interested. Tintin would not have caught Haddock staring at his butt as often as he did if he wasn’t interested. What was the problem?
“Another drink, lad?”
Tintin eyed his empty mug warily. He didn’t usually drink, and he certainly didn’t drink a lot. Alcoholism was in his blood same as it was Haddock’s. The difference was after watching his grandfather waste away on the stuff though, he had always done his best to avoid it. One drink under special circumstances if offered. That was it. That was his rule. Of course, it’s not like playing by the rules has gotten him anywhere though…
Tintin nodded, drinking quickly to keep from regretting it. Of course, the one little slip lowered his inhibitions that he couldn’t help asking for another. And another after that. And another after that. Far past the comfortable buzzing sensation, Tintin was to the point of being almost numb. Luckily, the bartender cut him off after that. Unluckily, Tintin had enough sense to realize that meant he couldn’t drive himself home. Which meant he would have to call Archie.
Archie! Tintin loved Archie. He loved his gruff accent. He loved his smile. He loved the softness clinging to a body of hard muscle. He loved his beard. Sometimes Tintin just wanted to take that beard and yank on it with his teeth…What was he doing again? Right! Calling Archie. Of course, Archie was probably still mad at him. What if Archie didn’t want to talk to him?
The line clicked indicating someone had picked up the other end so Tintin immediately apologized before his mind started to wander to all the dirty things he wanted to do to Archie. A couple of the patrons turned away from Tintin with a blush on their face or a look of disgust. Tintin didn’t care. He needed Archie to know that he wanted him to tie Tintin to the bed, spanking his ass while Archie came over his chest. Or how Tintin should finger him open nice and slow watching all his muscles tense and suck at his digits needily. Tintin paused for a breath forgetting for a moment who he was talking to until Archie asked him where he was.
Tintin started talking in earnest all over again about how sorry he was and how he was definitely in need of a punishment. In fact, if Archie wanted to suck his cock, popping off right before Tintin was going to come, and deny him the pleasure of an orgasm…
“Tintin, Tintin! Listen, I’m going to come pick you up. Just…stay there and for the love of Poseidon and his kingdom, don’t drink anymore.”
There was a click before the dial tone sounded on the other end. Tintin hung up the phone, a pleased smile splitting his face. Archie was coming to get him! He almost couldn’t believe it. He also couldn’t believe…he was about to puke. Yep, definitely going to get sick. Tintin pushed his way into the bathroom, making it to a toilet just in time. When Tintin was done, he seemed to be a bit more coherent. Enough to be mortified at what he had just done, but still dizzy and numb enough to be curious about how Haddock was going to behave when he got there.
The bartender offered him a glass of water with an amused shake of his head. Tintin almost asked for him to bring mineral water instead, but his stomach lurched at the thought and he figured it would be better not to try and get sick again. When Haddock finally arrived, he marched into the bar, an angry scowl on his face as he barked out Tintin’s name. Tintin perked up, a smile on his face.
“Archie!” He chirped, immediately getting the attention of all the patrons who had heard Tintin’s side of the conversation.
Claps and wolf whistles rang out causing Haddock to turn a very unflattering shade of vermillion.
“Alright, enough you instigators! Provokers! Inappropriate firebrands! Tintin, get in the car!”
Tintin hopped down off his stool, stumbling for a moment in his dizzy state, before racing out the door as quickly as he could. Haddock was right behind him, slamming the driver side door harder than strictly necessary. Once in the car, his hands slid down his face as he heaved a large sigh.
“Are you still mad at me?” Tintin asked softly.
“No, no, I’m not quite sure what I am, but mad isn’t it.” Haddock declared with a grimace, putting the car in drive and taking off for Marlinspike.
The car ride was quiet as Tintin tried to pick apart Haddock’s verbal puzzle. He’s not mad, yet he was shaking and yelling in the bar. He’s not mad, but he has yet to speak to Tintin. This was where he was beginning to regret not being sober enough to solve this mystery.
“You act like you’re still mad…” Tintin hinted.
“Thundering typhoons, Tintin. I JUST SAID I WASN’T MAD!”
The silence enveloped the car again as Tintin came to the conclusion that he was in fact mad. However, before he could point it out again, Haddock heaved a large sigh, his knuckles tightening on the steering wheel as he refused to look at Tintin.
“Those things you said tonight. Did you mean…? Is that how you’ve really…? Blistering barnacles Tintin, just what were you thinking?”
Tintin wasn’t really thinking about anything. Except for how upset he was, and much he enjoyed drinking, and then how much he wanted to make up with Archie.
“I was thinking about how I want you to fuck me.”
Haddock stared at him sharply before yanking the wheel to pull them back on the road after they drifted into the ditch.
“DAMN IT, TINTIN! QUIT SAYING THAT!”
“Why?” Tintin demanded, his eyes narrowing. “Do you not want to fuck me too?”
“Stop it.” Haddock growled.
“No.” Tintin shot back.
“Quit…quit saying these things…”
“Why? Am I not fuckable?”
“Tintin…”
“It’s easy, Captain. Yes or no, do you want to fuck me too?!”
“YES!”
Oh! He actually said yes. Tintin didn’t know what to do with that. Other than ask if he was sure. Haddock ran a hand down his face as he gave a bitter smirk.
“Yes, I’m quite sure.”
“Then how come we haven’t been?”
Which really was the question that started this whole business in the first place. The captain didn’t answer at first, pulling into the drive of Marlinspike, and turning off the car. They sat there in the dark for a long time before Haddock finally spoke again.
“Eventually you are going to sober up, and you’re going to be very embarrassed by all…this. I know because I’ve been there before. Just know I won’t hold it against you, lad. Things can still go back to the way they were.”
Tintin flinched as if he had been slapped. “Do you think I’m only saying this because I’m drunk?!” He demanded.
Tintin got out of the car, even though it took him a few times to get the door open, marching his way over to Haddock who had gotten out as well. He grabbed the captain’s jacket, partially to hold himself up, and pulled him in close.
“My…feelings for you go much deeper than a simple fuck, though I won’t argue that would be nice. You’ve had months to make a move. That’s what I’ve been so pissed about. Are you really going to be content living with me every day and never once just going ahead and…”
Before Tintin could say another word, Haddock bent his head down and claimed his mouth. His eyes widened slightly before he slung his arms around Haddock’s neck, letting his tongue explore. When Haddock pulled away, Tintin was all but draped over him, panting in the night air as he waited for the verdict.
“You’re going to be the death of me, Augustin.”
Tintin arched an eyebrow, although he couldn’t fight the shiver down his spine of Archie using his first name. He kissed the spot under Haddock’s chin where his beard thinned before traveling up the side of his face, leaning in close to his ear.
“Then take me upstairs and find out.”
He hesitated. Tintin could feel every muscle in his body tense.
“It’s a bad idea. You’re drunk.”
“I’m not that drunk.” Tintin denied, at least not anymore.
Archie laughed. “Tintin, you are that drunk.”
“I wouldn’t ask it of anyone. No matter how drunk I am. Only you.”
That seemed to do it as suddenly Haddock’s hands were everywhere. Down Tintin’s chest, over Tintin’s hips, gripping his butt. And his mouth. His mouth sucking and warm against Tintin’s own as he nearly bent Tintin in two. It was a warmth that spread until his erection was pressing tightly against the confines of his pants only to rub against Haddock’s own for more of that delicious warmth.
“Can you make it upstairs?” Haddock asked.
Tintin thought about it, his legs already feeling like jelly. He thought about how much of a mood breaker it would be for Archie to sling his arm over his shoulder trying to assist him up the stairs knowing the man couldn’t flat out carry him. Even if that was an image that furthered his arousal.
Archie mumbled under his breath before grabbing Tintin by the shoulders to steer him into the house.
“The music room. Now.”
Tintin beamed knowing that it was close and on the first floor. Tintin waited until he got him inside the house before spinning around to wrap his hands around Archie’s shoulders. He sought more of that warmth from his mouth that would revive his erection. Archie complied, pushing his hands under Tintin’s shirt as he walked him backwards down the hall. Tintin turned too early, reveling in delight when Archie had him pushed against the wall.
“Shit, sorry.” He grumbled.
“Don’t be.” Tintin smirked, as he hiked up a leg around Archie’s thigh.
Their clothed erections rubbed against each other causing sparks to go off inside Tintin’s brain as he moaned in Archie’s mouth. Haddock had them moving again, his hands sliding under Tintin’s sweater, getting it up and over Tintin’s head without much of a break in their kissing. It was discarded in the doorway of the music room. Next came off Tintin’s button-up which was thrown next to the piano bench Archie had him backed up against.
Tintin plopped down hard on it, Archie’s hand on his back keeping him from slamming the back of his head against the keys even if a few notes were plucked when he placed his hand there for balance. Archie straddled the bench next, ripping his sweater off as his mouth found the underside of his jaw. Tintin threw his head back with a gasp pressing his naked chest against Archie’s much thicker one. The hairs tickled his nipples to points as he squished Archie’s chubby waist between his fingers. Tintin’s breaths fell in pants and they hadn’t even done anything yet.
“You had named off more than a few ideas that will work.” Archie grumbled into the side of his neck. “So I guess the question is: how do you want me?”
How did he want Archie? Any way and every way he could have him.
“For starters…” Tintin mused as he unbuttoned the other man’s trousers. “I’d like these off.”
Archie’s chuckles turned into a hiss as Tintin rubbed his cock through his pants after finally getting access.
“Careful Tintin.” He warned. “I’m not as young as I once was and this will be over far too soon if you keep teasing me like that.”
Tintin leaned forward and lick a strip from Archie’s neck, over his beard, straight up to his earlobe feeling the man’s cock twitch in his hands as explicits fell from his lips.
“Well we certainly don’t want that.” He whispered, slowly withdrawing his hand.
Archie followed him until he had him pressed down on his back against the piano bench.
“You really are out to kill me, aren’t you?” He grumbled before sliding out of his pants and trousers.
Tintin followed eagerly, crying out in pleasure when their cocks pressed against each other. Distantly, he could hear Snowy barking at the noise, and Archie swore before getting up to close the door before the pup could find his way in. Tintin chuckled, holding out his hands to urge Archie back against him.
“Take me.” Tintin practically purred in pleasure.
“There’s nothing down here to ease the way and I’m not going to damage you on our first time. I’d like there to be more.”
Tintin moaned and pressed up against him at the idea of more.
“This is going to have to do for now.” Archie grunted.
He licked his hand before grabbing both their erections, or at least as much of them as he could, stroking them together. Tintin wiggled at the pressure and rough handling before thrusting up into Archie’s fist. It was glorious. He threw his head back and his hands back as well, and Archie followed him using his free hand to grip both of Tintin’s own, holding him down to the bench. Tintin could almost swear he saw stars as a rush of warmth crawled its way to his cock, nearly bucking Archie right off the bench.
Archie smirked. “Like that, do you?”
He leaned forward as much as he could, pressing his body down against Tintin to hold him as immobile as he could while kissing his chest and neck. It was the final twist in Tintin’s undoing. He screamed Archie’s name as he felt a rush slide through him. It was just shy of painful as his cock sputtered making the slide of Archie’s hand much smoother, milking out every last drop of him as he chased his own finish. Tintin could only lay there boneless, eyes closed as he tried not to pass out right there.
He must have been unsuccessful, because the next moment of awareness was the cool air hitting his clammy skin as Haddock wiped him down and pulled his trousers back up.
“‘Twas good.” He slurred, failing to find the energy to so much as twitch.
Archie chuckled softly. “I couldn’t tell. What do you say to me trying to get you up to bed?”
Tintin groaned as he slowly shook his head. “Five mer minutes.”
“I don’t know that I have five minutes left in me.” Archie grunted as he landed on the settee in the corner.
Tintin opened one eye more than a little put out that he was so far away. Using all of his remaining energy, he flipped himself off the bench, and crawled on hands and knees to Archie. Once he had himself curled up beside him, head on his lap did Tintin allow himself to consider sleep. Archie snorted, but the hand that landed in his hair was gentle and soothing. Tintin smiled as he made himself more comfortable. He drifted off with the sound of Archie’s snoring in his ears and the feel of his hands warmer than any blanket.