fandom: challengers (2024)
rating: explicit
relationship: art donaldson/tashi donaldson/patrick zweig
additional tags: alternate universe - canon divergence, pegging, strap-ons, you count a tennis racket as a strap on? i do, anal sex, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, analingus, safe sex, barebacking, (they only got 2 condoms and use 1 for the tennis racket), top tashi, bottom patrick, top art, top patrick, bottom tashi, plot what plot/porn without plot
words: 6,799
chapters: 1/1
Tashi says, soft as an apology, “I have to go.”
A line of spit snaps between Art and Patrick, and Patrick is staring at her and looking like he’s given up, like he’ll just let the blood-thumping moment of glorious, untold possibility pass them by.
Art swallows the first plea that eternally lives in his chest, and instead says, “But Patrick told me he’d let you fuck him with a racket.”
Tashi Duncan Does Not Believe in Participation Trophies (WIP Wednesday)
Art stood ten feet away from Tashi, leaning against his ridiculous ragtop Jeep in the otherwise empty parking lot of the Mason, Ohio, Applebee’s, when he said that he wanted to kiss her.
Tashi understood. It was up to her to close this space between them, to reassure him that no other man’s ghost lingered in the gap. And it didn’t. Art had made it clear to her that night: he and Patrick had no friendship left to betray.
She walked to Art, and she kissed him. He kissed back, slow and easy. He tasted like mint, and now she remembered he had put in a quarter and taken two of those swirly hard candies from the dish at the pay station, then unwrapped and crunched them both when she said no thanks. Art was an infamous gum chewer; they used to joke about all the endorsements he’d get from Wrigley. By now, he’d usually have two sticks of Doublemint in his mouth . He’d been thinking about this kiss. Tashi smiled against his mouth. He introduced some tongue, gently. She probably tasted like lite poppyseed salad dressing. Art obviously didn’t mind.
(Maybe Wrigley would be a good endorsement for him. She’d have to ask if he’d tried. Something healthier than Doublemint though, sugar free, and it would help save those pretty teeth.)
And then his hand was up her skirt, palm cradling her ass, fingers finding the inside of her thigh. She was both surprised and not by Art moving so fast. As she ground against him, encouraging the touch, she'd already started framing it as a funny story for Katerina, who had a husband in Romania and lived for tales of what she thought were Tashi’s carefree American-girl exploits. He was asking permission to kiss me and then he was fingering me while the Applebee’s guy dumped the trash out. Yes, of course, I fucked him. She understood for the first time that she was definitely going to.
Because the thing is, Art hasn’t formally attended church since his parents’ funeral back in ‘08, and even then he didn’t really feel much beyond an aching numbness. A startling void as he lifted his eyes to the ornate, painted ceiling. But here, on his knees in a random hotel in Cincinnati, mouth pressed against the soaking wet heat of Tashi Duncan, Art has never felt closer to God."
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OR; Art takes Tashi back to his hotel after they get dinner