i. Jim's breath catches in his throat when Alex lies on the bed beside him kissing his bare hip softly, and Emory strokes his hair at the same time. "Oh, God--"
"Good to see you again, honey," Emory says, and Jim decides not to say anything else.
ii. It's been twenty years by now--more than twenty, if Courfeyrac were to count them, but he doesn't feel the need. Their lives are peaceful for the most part, unless Mordred pays a visit or Sagramore starts to long for Morgause, or, worst of all, Annuska gets upset about something. He's used to Sagramore's troubles, and he's used to the occasional day of having to go and search him out from some place where he's gone to sulk, most often that between-place where Sagramore met Enfys.
This time, though, Sagramore ends up looking for him.
"There you are. I thought I'd lost you."
"No, of course not. I'm sorry."
"Where have you been? Are you all right?"
"Yes, of course. Don't be silly."
Sagramore sits down beside him stiffly. His beard is gone nearly grey. "You've been gone all day."
"It's nothing. I've just been thinking, is all."
"About what."
"Nothing."
"Come now, don't be reticent. Christ knows I never am with you."
Courfeyrac's glance flickers to him. "You're a good deal older than I am, cher."
"You never minded before," with a slight smirk.
"It's nothing like that. I just realised I might not have you always."
"Well, you'll have Molly."
"Cher--"
"I'm not going to die yet," Sagramore says, and kisses him firmly; and for the moment the sadness passes, and Courfeyrac kisses him back, with all his heart.
iii. "It's a shame we can't have a wedding," Alex says, looking up in the midst of sucking him off, and Emory manages to get ahold of himself enough to ask why.
"Well, then you'd get to wear a pretty dress. Couldn't be white, though."
"Shut up," Emory hisses, knotting his fingers in Alex's hair.
"Nice Southern boys shouldn't be impolite."
"Nice Turkish boys shouldn't be cockteases, but that's never stopped you, darlin'." Still, it gets a laugh out of him, and so does Alex's delighted grin in response. "Give me a kiss and get on with it."
And Alex does, and at length, and more than makes up for the interruption.
...
[srry there is so much sex that is kind of a sagramore(and all analogues) thing. >_>]
i am not new and interesting, srry
"Good to see you again, honey," Emory says, and Jim decides not to say anything else.
ii. It's been twenty years by now--more than twenty, if Courfeyrac were to count them, but he doesn't feel the need. Their lives are peaceful for the most part, unless Mordred pays a visit or Sagramore starts to long for Morgause, or, worst of all, Annuska gets upset about something. He's used to Sagramore's troubles, and he's used to the occasional day of having to go and search him out from some place where he's gone to sulk, most often that between-place where Sagramore met Enfys.
This time, though, Sagramore ends up looking for him.
"There you are. I thought I'd lost you."
"No, of course not. I'm sorry."
"Where have you been? Are you all right?"
"Yes, of course. Don't be silly."
Sagramore sits down beside him stiffly. His beard is gone nearly grey. "You've been gone all day."
"It's nothing. I've just been thinking, is all."
"About what."
"Nothing."
"Come now, don't be reticent. Christ knows I never am with you."
Courfeyrac's glance flickers to him. "You're a good deal older than I am, cher."
"You never minded before," with a slight smirk.
"It's nothing like that. I just realised I might not have you always."
"Well, you'll have Molly."
"Cher--"
"I'm not going to die yet," Sagramore says, and kisses him firmly; and for the moment the sadness passes, and Courfeyrac kisses him back, with all his heart.
iii. "It's a shame we can't have a wedding," Alex says, looking up in the midst of sucking him off, and Emory manages to get ahold of himself enough to ask why.
"Well, then you'd get to wear a pretty dress. Couldn't be white, though."
"Shut up," Emory hisses, knotting his fingers in Alex's hair.
"Nice Southern boys shouldn't be impolite."
"Nice Turkish boys shouldn't be cockteases, but that's never stopped you, darlin'." Still, it gets a laugh out of him, and so does Alex's delighted grin in response. "Give me a kiss and get on with it."
And Alex does, and at length, and more than makes up for the interruption.
...
[srry there is so much sex that is kind of a sagramore(and all analogues) thing. >_>]