I Don't Want To Fall In Love
Sin-13 was an old goth club in Lowtown and it was a pretty decent place, all things considered.
Garrett stood out front with Varric and Merrill, the “not couple” while they made kissy faces at each other and Merrill giggled.
Anders walked up with the dark blue bandana girl from the club; he introduced her as Isabela and she nodded and winked at Garrett texting the whole time.
When they got inside the DJ was blasting She Wants Revenge and dancing, she had brightly colored cyber falls and wore a baby pink corset.
Anders was in full Justice garb and made a beeline for the dancefloor hand in hand with Isabela.
Garrett walked over to the bar and ordered a trash can punch, looking around he saw no faces he recognized and Varric and Merrill were long gone.
“5th wheeling Garrett” he laughed to himself as he shot his punch.
He looked over at Anders well, Justice and Isabela dancing and decided to join them.
As he made his way out to the dance floor he saw a familiar white inked face, Fenris was dancing alone.
He saw Garrett and his eyes narrowed, smirking he walked over to him and took his hand and lead him away from his friends. Isabela winked at him, and he smiled and winked back.
Garrett wondered if she had set this up, “Probably” he decided as he followed Fenris to the middle of the dancefloor.
Once they’d found a spot Fenris turned to face Garrett, leaned back and looked at him with this sexy wolf like gaze.
Garrett opened his mouth to speak but Fenris shook his head and placed a finger over his lips.
He ran his hands up Garrett’s arms and down his chest, moving in close.
Garret could smell the familiar scent of cigarettes and cologne, and he closed his eyes for a moment, taking it in.
Fenris was wearing a thin mesh muscle shirt, tight black jeans with cargo pockets, chains hung from his empty belt loops.He wore 2 belts one with machine gun bullets the other was a 4 row pyramid studded leather belt, both hung loosely around slender his hips.
In that shirt his tattoos fully visible, they criss-crossed and traced up his chest, torso and down his arms, and down to his fingers; fingers that were now on Garrett’s hips grinding on the dancefloor.
The UV lights made his tattoos glow a blue color, and he looked like a fucking god.
Fenris stood to about Garrett’s chin, and his body was slim and firm in Garrett’s grasp.
He could feel every muscle and movement, “Fuck he’s hot” Garrett thought to himself biting his bottom lip.
As if he could hear Garrett’s thought Fenris’s eyes shot up followed by his lips.
He kissed Garrett, and he tasted of dark beer, cigarettes, and pot.
Garrett’s grasp tightened, he was hard, and Fenris knew, Garrett could feel the smile curl on Fenris’s lips when brushed against it.
Garrett’s hands wandered over Fenris’s taut body, down his waist, then to the small of his back.
Fenris pulled away and looked Garrett in the eye, his smirk was inviting, Garrett leaned in kissing him hungrily, He had previously imagined how Fenris might taste but to have him in his grasp was overwhelming.
Gasping between movements they kissed, and swayed. When the song ended Fenris backed up separating their bodies.
He smirked and took Garrett’s hand leading him back to the couch in the front room.
Where it was quieter, and easier to talk, a waitress walked over and Fenris raised two fingers and she nodded and returned with two tall glasses of the black beer and 2 shots of an amber liquid Garrett hoped was whiskey.
Combichrist blaired over the speakers and Fenris wordlessly lifted the shot glass with a smile, and nodded.
Garrett lifted the other returning the gesture, they did the shots “ah, rum” Garrett thought to himself.
They chased the shot with the black beer, and Fenris leaned back and dug around in his cargo pocket producing a pipe and bag of weed. Packing a bowl and lighting up, then offering the pipe to Garrett. It had been a while since he’d smoked but to avoid looking lame he took a few hits.
Garrett’s head was swimmy and he was unsure if it was the effect of the pot, or Fenris’s proximity. He passed the pipe back to Fenris while trying to decide which was more intoxicating.
Fenris smiled, and cleaned the bowl into an ashtray that sat on the table next to the couch.
Looking back at Garrett still smiling he stretched popping his back, then his knuckles.
“So, Garrett, long time no see,” he said playfully licking his lips “whatcha been up to?”
Garrett scratched his beard, choosing his words carefully, “ Oh, you know, saving the world, rescuing kittens out of trees.” Fenris laughed “well then, I know who to call when I need my kitten rescued.” His accent was thicker when he was inebriated, and his voice sounded like fucking satin.
Garrett took another drink, and held it in his mouth for a moment his eyes still on Fenris.
He swallowed hard, and decided that it was now his favorite.
Fenris put the pipe back in his pocket and dug out his cigarettes and lit one, taking a long drag.
He watched the ember at the end burn for a moment, and looked back at Hawke.
His eyes looked different sad almost, but just as soon the expression appeared it was gone.
The music blared behind them as Garrett sat relaxed, and Fenris finished his cigarette.
He blinked a few times and leaned back, extinguishing his cigarette in the same ashtray as the pipe.
Fenris looked over to Hawke with a grin and began to speak, but stopped him self with a grin.
He scratched his cheek and slid over on the couch closer to Garrett and leaning in to kiss him again.
Before their lips could meet Isabela and Anders stumbled up to them, Fenris leaned back and Garrett could swear he heard him growl.
Anders and Isabela sat in the chairs around the table and Isabela started smoking.
“Having fun you two?” she said with a grin.
Garrett blushed and looked at Fenris who winked at Isabela. “It was a setup” Garrett thought to himself as he reminded himself to thank Isabela.