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Fezzik wasn’t particularly the type of man you’d call a “lover”
He loved people before—he’d loved his parents, but nevertheless they mistreated him often, still, Fezzik was always too kind to blame them for that. He’d just accepted at one point that the concept of somebody loving him couldn’t exist without them wanting something out of him. He wasn’t particularly smart, or brave, or handsome—which were traits that he’d learned women desired. The giant hadn’t often experienced a romantic type of love, his size and overall intimidating appearance often scared away anyone he could have had a chance with.
That was until Inigo came along.
Inigo was brave, lean, quick, and undeniably handsome—But the thing that made him particularly special to Fezzik was his kindness. Even though they had their differences, it only made their bond stronger, after all, they had gone through quite a bit together. He’d never made him feel dumb or childish, never poked fun at Fezzik for his silly rhymes, even encouraging them, even calling him names like “clever” and “witty”, It made the giant feel a strange warmness he’d never felt before, a gentle fondness that exceeded beyond a simple friendship.
But there wasn’t really much to do after Vizzini died, Fezzik now spent his days in a small, humble house with Inigo. He didn’t mind it all that much, spending every day with his best companion was amazing, but he felt rather useless without a purpose. Nobody wanted to a hire a giant for anything but fighting (which he despised doing) so most days he just stayed home and took care of the small garden in their backyard or wrote down poems in his head while inigo was off doing whatever he could to gain some more cash.
But today had been a particularly unproductive day for Fezzik. he’d already went to the well and brought back water for the plants, already picked as many bugs as he could from the garden, and already thought of how many words rhymed with “mule”. Inigo wouldn’t be back for a while, so, with nothing else to occupy his busy mind, it began to subconsciously think about Inigo.
This wasn’t really out of the ordinary for the giant, but sometimes his mind would wander too far from the bounds of just thinking and would slowly drift into “fantasizing” territory. Fezzik had stopped just wondering about how Inigo was doing—he began thinking about how nice he’d feel right here laying on top of him, how cozy and warm he’d felt during those cold nights where they had to huddle together for warmth, how small inigo was compared to him, and how despite the size difference, he’d let inigo press him up against a wall and—
No, Fezzik thought. He shouldn’t be thinking that way about another man, let alone his best friend. It was wrong, and he knew that, but it was hard to erase the erotic depiction in his head. He winced even thinking about what Inigo would say if he knew. If he found out, he’d probably want nothing to do with him anymore, and if Inigo left Fezzik he’d have nobody. He couldn’t bear the idea of living in a world without him, but the picture in his mind wouldn’t stop expanding. He thought about Inigo’s rough hands exploring every inch of him, he thought about letting go for once and letting Inigo do what he pleases, he thought about desperately rutting himself up against the spaniard, he thought about how good he would make Inigo feel, and it wasn’t long before his fantasizing began manifesting into a very prominent and hard-to-ignore tent in his pants.
Fezzik hissed through his teeth, his hands immediately shot down to his groin, subconsciously trying to hide it despite nobody being around to judge him for it. The contact only made it worse. Fezzik didn’t pleasure himself often, mostly because he didn’t have time before, but also because it made him feel incredibly dirty and ashamed. After all, Fezzik had grown up around islamic cultures while living in Turkey, and one of the things strictly forbidden was the act of masturbation. he looked around nervously, waiting for somebody to come out and shout at him for even thinking about it, but nobody came. Fezzik tried to maintain his composure, knowing that everything he was thinking of was wrong, but the heat that slowly pooled in his stomach was hard to ignore along with the growing throbbing from between his legs. He gritted his teeth, squirming around trying to regain composure but the thoughts were too hard to ignore. He had to get rid of it.
In defeat, he slowly slid his hand down underneath his clothing, brushing the soft sensitive skin along his cock. He gulped, the sensations already becoming overwhelming. He didn’t remember it being this anxiety inducing last time.
Fezzik took a deep breath in, forming his left hand into a tight fist as he wrapped his right around the base, his head rolling backward onto the singular pillow below it. He cantered his hips up slightly while keeping his eyes shut tight, trying to contain the small bit of dignity he had left. Slowly, very slowly, he started to glide his hand up and down. He was painfully hard at this point, another image of Inigo appearing in his mind, but this time it was Inigo sitting beside him, helping him while whispering filthy praises into his ear. He whined just thinking about it, rubbing himself harder and harder as he let out a small pathetic grunt.
it felt so wrong, but it also felt so right.
His body trembled—he was already overwhelmed by the simple thought of inigo, but with the added contact it made it almost unbearable to think about anything else. All he could think about was the way the spaniards curls fell along his face, how his smile always reached past his eyes, how his eyebrows furrowed when he concentrated, how he always looked to Fezzik in times of crisis, how nice a leather belt buckle hugged his curves and-
Fezzik bit his lip so hard it bled. His large frame began shaking and trembling like a frail leaf in the wind, reaching his climax far earlier than intended. He gasped, letting his mouth fall open, he peered down, noticing the sticky wet spot between his legs.
Oh god. What had he just done?