Dragon Age One Shots

Hammock, Barris/Cullen/OC

"This isn't fair!" the rather whiny voice of a certain blonde man shouted from the garden.

Delrin shrugged, tucking his naked arms behind his nestled head. With a soft breeze wafting over the bluebells, he swayed in the hammock. "You lost the bet," he called, his eyes shut tight even with a pair of sunglasses perched upon his nose. It was the perfect lazy summer day.

Well, lazy for some.

Cullen grumbled, as was his wont, while he started up the push mower. Rows upon rows of tiny blades sliced apart the grass that'd grown so high it was guaranteed to be a workout cutting it back. Yep, had to be a real pain judging by all the grunting.

Perhaps Delrin should feel bad, the grown man hoisted upon his own petard, but it'd been Cullen's idea in the first place. On the other hand, there was an awful lot of ground to cover and a perfect hammock begging for use. His naked leg slipped to the grass, blades rising up past his ankle and tickling the brown skin. Delrin gave a quick kick, sending the hammock undulating through the air.

With a contented sigh, he hoisted his leg into the safety of the netting and stretched back to let the caressing rays of the summer's sun warm him. While they were playing murder on poor Cullen, the pale man already sweating bullets once they'd stepped outside, Delrin was able to enjoy a slight glistening against his naked chest. A few drops beaded up in his tuft of coarse chest hair like dew on a rose petal.

It was the perfect summer day.

"What are my boys up to?"

Delrin smiled. Perfect, save one last addition. Tugging his sunglasses further down his nose, he peered over the rim to spot Selena standing as graceful as ever. A sundress hugged her chest, breasts peeking out over the top, before the skirt flared out at her beguiling hips. He couldn't remember if he'd seen her in it before, but his mind was conjuring up how much fun it'd be to lift that skirt up over her thighs.

"Working," Cullen grunted, more hacking and slashing sounds erupting from the mower.

"Not all of us," Delrin snickered, returning his glasses to their proper perch. He cast a long gaze at the man suffering so due to his own hubris. But even through that amber glare there was a familiar hunger as well. He must have noticed the new dress too.

"Poor baby," Selena laughed, dancing through the grass barefoot. She stepped towards Cullen who returened to jamming the mower through the briars of their backyard. When he wouldn't look up, she twirled to Delrin happily stretched out for the shifting shadows of the treetops and sun beams.

"You look like a cat that found its perfect spot," Selena mused. Her cool hand parted over the middle of his chest, fingers ruffling his hair before they began to trail downwards. Even with his eyes closed, she had Delrin's full attention.

"It is..." he gasped when she paused just at the waistband of his shorts, "a lovely day."

"Certainly looks comfortable," the woman playfully teasing with the drawstring kept on taunting him. He reached out with a strong hand to cup her thigh hiding under the thin cotton dress. Just as Delrin began to rub into her muscle, it shifted out from under him.

"I think I'll join you," Selena declared, scrabbling to slide on top of him in the hammock.

"Wait!" he tried to sit up, but the woman was fast, her tiny body easily subduing his back into the netting. "I don't know if this will hold us both."

"Psh," she waved his concerns away as she lay her entire body stretched over his. Her breasts and the bit of lace hiding away her cleavage pooled against his chest, Selena trying to swim up him. Delrin chuckled at her tenacity and caught her lips in a kiss. Like lemonade by the porch as fireflies flit through the air -- her touch soothed away any aches trapped in his soul. It was perfect, it was sweet, and she clearly wanted more.

Her knee dug into the netting, Selena raising her body higher as she dove deeper into Delrin's hungry mouth. Tongues lazily swirling against each other, her hands clamped down onto his shoulders and squeezed into the muscle. Heat stronger than any asphalt at the height of summer burned down his spine, Delrin raising his hands to cup her breasts.

A crack broke through the air. Both of the lovers turned their heads to watch the rope holding the hammock snap in half. They gasped just as gravity took control, hurling their bodies to the grass-covered ground. Pain jarred up Delrin's spine, then more from his chest where he cushioned Selena's fall. "Damn it," he cursed, trying to get a breath into his lungs.

"Guess we can't both fit in there," she shrugged, her lips twisted into a wry smile.

Delrin sneered, about to point out how he knew that, when a very undignified snort erupted from near them. Both turned to find Cullen, with one arm draped over the mower's handle, doubled over in laughter. His cheeks turned ruddy, tears streaming down his face as he kept slapping a hand into his knee and pointing at them.

"Are you finished?" Delrin asked, rolling to his feet and offering a hand to Selena.

It took a few more belly laughs, Cullen having to wipe tears from his eyes before he ceased his braying. "Yes," he blew air out of his mouth, then smiled wider, "I guess this means you can help now."