Apr. 5th, 2005 @ 05:53 pm
Gawain grits his teeth and stands up. "We are not
going to break apart again, Galahad. I admit that I appear to be rather more attached than I had expected and if you want a little space, that's fine. I'll move back to my own room." He takes a step closer to Galahad. "We are not, however, going to finish over petty jealousies or pretty whores, do you understand?"
"I don't want a little space," Galahad mumbles, picking at his tunic idly, eyes downcast as though he can't face Gawain. "I just...the others are going to pass comment and..." Galahad takes a deep breath. "You know what?" Galahad looks up, meeting Gawain's gaze. "It's your choice. And I would be fine if you went back to your own quarters."
He presses his lips together and nods quickly. "I understand. I think it's better now. I mean, I'm older, I understand better. And I know what it feels like to lose you," Galahad says evenly, digging his nails into his palm. "Promise me one thing," Galahad requests. "If you have some problem with me, don't go quiet and go complain to Lancelot or Tristan. Tell me? If you hate me suddenly, tell me
Gawain is flabbergasted. "Why would I hate you, Galahad?" he asks. He shrugs. "And why would I complain to either Lancelot or Tristan. And why, for that matter," he says, really getting into his stride. "Would I care if the others pass comment? It can be no worse than it was when they realised what... exists between us."
A little helplessly, he raises his hand and touches Galahad's cheek.
Galahad frowns as Gawain touches his cheek. "Didn't you hate me when we first split, those years before? When all was said and done, all the things you yelled at me," Galahad gives a quiet laugh, "it really did appear that you hated me quite viscerally, if your actions and words were proof."
He closes his eyes. "Stay with me," he requests quietly, his words slurring together as he thinks this through as quickly as he can. "Or I can move into your quarters and stay there. But why should we bear any of this apart when we don't have to?" He opens his eyes, feeling calmer than before and a little anxiety at how it seems they have resolved this conversation. "Are you implying that you don't want us to split up for good?" Galahad inquires quietly. "Because it sounds like that and I can't help but remember how much you want a Sarmatian wife."
Gawain looks at Galahad with an almost curious expression on his face. "I was angry, Galahad. I said... ay, I shouted... many things I did not mean. I wanted to hurt you even though I can't bear the thought of it now."
He rubs his hands over his face. "And I don't want us to split up, Galahad. If I did, I wouldn't have ever moved into your room. If I did, I would never have allowed you to get so close to me." Gawain thumps his fist over his heart. "But I have."
Galahad just gazes at Gawain, touched at what he's been allowed to see and a little surprised. They were never this close the last time around and even this time, it's a little strange to see Gawain bear so much to him. "It hurt," Galahad admits. "It did. You hurt me quite a bit last time because I'd loved you and I didn't stop." He licks his lips, trying to chase the dryness away. "And you yelled so many things that seemed so true, that I thought you felt..." he trails off.
Galahad leans in, pressing his forehead to Gawain's and wrapping his arms around Gawain's back, idly dangling down and resting just atop his arse. "You were a rather stubborn bastard about letting people in," Galahad teases lightly. "It's like you're all new now."
Gawain laughs shakily. "Well, now that you're in, you bastard, you'd want to behave yourself."
He smiles at Galahad and slips his arms around Galahad's waist before kissing his mouth softly. "We just have to remember a few things. We need to remember to talk to each other above everything else."
Galahad nods slowly, his eyes closed. "Talking," he murmurs, his voice barely more than a hum. "Talking, of course." He pushes a little closer to Gawain, pushing him closer to the cot. "Right. Well, to begin with," Galahad opens his eyes, pushing them both down onto the cot. "I want you to stay here then," he says evenly. "For good. Or as long as is good for you. Get your other things, move them here." He gives a cocky little grin. "And I'll make a show of telling the others. They can be as horrified as they want."
"Moving on. If you want to sleep with a girl," Galahad hesitates on this. "Please just tell me first? I don't want you to be with just me because you feel you have to."
He leans up and kisses Gawain hard. "I'll clear out of the quarters if you want to bring a whore back. I promise. Lastly...I uh," Galahad clears his throat. "I like how you've been treating me. Not just lately, but since that day on the battlefield." He hangs his head. "Like, the tavern that night. It felt...nice."
"Nice, is it?" asks Gawain and he cups Galahad's face in his hands. He smiles gently before becoming serious again. "The same goes for you. With whores and the like. Just... give me warning. That'd save me walking in on you." He rests his hands on Galahad's waist. "Don't rise to the other's teasing, Galahad. Ignore them and they'll soon grow to accept or to be bored by it. Yes, even Tristan. If you distract me when we are on a mission, you can be sure that I'll tell you. And if I distract you from doing your job, you must tell me."
"Well, so long as we don't give them a split to laugh and talk and jeer about," Galahad lightly accepts, smiling softly as he looks up at Gawain. "You will bring your things about? Keep them here and share my cot? It'd be good if only for the warmth," Galahad teases. He exhales slowly, tugging Gawain down atop him lazily, one hand running through Gawain's hair. "I still say Arthur is sleeping with Lancelot," he murmurs. "So I don't see how suddenly, we're all they talk about."
"Don't really fancy a whore," Galahad comments idly. "Unless, of course, you'd want to share?" He shrugs, his free hand slipping under Gawain's shirt and stroking up and down his back. "The thought of a night of activity without you just doesn't appeal like it used to. But we could share," he blurts out quickly, trying to keep their options open.
"I'll bring my things," says Gawain softly. He murmurs with pleasure as Galahad runs his hand through his hair. "And I agree about Arthur and Lancelot. There can be no question." Gawain shakes his head and shivers as Galahad's hand slips under his shirt. "I cannot believe that the others have the gall to call us lovesick puppies when you think of the looks Lancelot gives Arthur."
He bows his head and kisses Galahad."I suppose there is no reason to restrict ourselves," he allows cautiously. "Although I do not see the need for company for the foreseeable future," he adds and he kisses Galahad lightly. "I have my hands full with you, after all," he teases.
Galahad pouts, affronted. "They called us lovesick puppies
?" he nearly spits out, horrified. "When! And why would they ever...!" Galahad trails off, shaking his head. "Or...you meant the in love part, didn't you?" He gives an awkward laugh. "Right, they would never actually call us that. Right?" he confirms worriedly.
Galahad moans into Gawain's kisses. "I can be quite the handful," Galahad cheekily replies, pushing his hips up against Gawain's, his hands moving lower to Gawain's hips and tugging him closer. "But if we wanted...we could bed the girl together. And then we could sate any outside desire, and have each other still."
Galahad grins. "It's far better than accidentally walking in on it, as you said." He moves his hands to Gawain's shirt and tugs it off, throwing it over to the side and running his palms up and down Gawain's chest. "And of course I'll tell you if you're distracting me more than usual."
Gawain laughs. "No, they don't call us that. Although Bors does
call you a whelp," he adds thoughtfully.
Gawain shivers as Galahad caresses his chest and he starts to nuzzle at Galahad's throat and jaw. "You're distracting me now, you know. Very much indeed.
"Tell me, brave and
noble knight. What would we do exactly
if we bedded a girl together?"
Galahad tries to put that news aside. He's known they've called his names, but 'whelp' is surprisingly acceptable over other names they could call him. "Whelp," he mutters. "Just because I'm the youngest and the smallest doesn't mean..." he continues, affronted as he tries to get past it.
Gawain's talented mouth is quite the aid and he gives a happy murmur at Gawain's nuzzling, one hand stroking up Gawain's back and burying into Gawain's hair, the other hand moving lower and lower, pushing past the fabric of Gawain's breeches and cupping at his arse.
"Details?" Galahad grins mischievously. "You want lewd details of the sexual acts we would commit?" he continues, voice light with bemusement. "Well...I'd want to watch you take her," Galahad lowers his voice slightly, turning to kiss at Gawain's temple, giving him a little bit of force to indicate that the nuzzling shouldn't stop. "You on top, thrusting so slowly. Your back, you know, is quite magnificent."
Gawain keeps nuzzling, as directed. "It is, is it?" he asks breathlessly. "I am glad it meets with your approval."
He ducks his head and starts to kiss downwards. "I like your chest, personally." He bites softly at one of Galahad's nipples to prove his point. As he continues kissing, he asks, "So, I will take the girl and you will watch? That does not seem very satisyfing for you..."
Galahad grasps a fistful of beddings. "A-ah," he lets out a gasp of a moan as Gawain bites. "She'll...be busy moaning from what you're doing. A person doesn't watch while you're taking them," he chastises lightly, breathing a little more raggedly. He gives a half-grin. "My chest?" Galahad asks breathlessly, running his free hand up Gawain's side, clasping the hips.
"I'll be..." Galahad mumbles, trying to get the words. "I'll be right there, Gawain. Watching and relieving myself, satisfying myself." He tilts his head to find Gawain's lips and steal a long kiss, pushing hard. "Because then," he whispers into Gawain's mouth. "I'm going to go down on her."
"Lucky girl," murmurs Gawain against Galahad's lips before he kisses him lightly and repeatedly.
"I shall be watching, I daresay. Recovering until it is my turn again."
Gawain continues kissing a path down Galahad's body, lingering with all tenderness on the scar across his abdomen. "Will you take her, do you think?" he muses, tracing a finger up Galahad's side. "While I take you?"
He looks up at Galahad's face. Gawain's own face is all but completely obstructed by the curtains of his hair but a cheeky grin is visible, none the less. He bows his head again and kisses inwards along the crease of Galahad's thigh.
Galahad's breath is sharper, more inhalations than anything else and he's gasping loudly. "If she allows me," he gets out. "I would take her with her permission, but I dare say I wouldn't let you distract me," Galahad moans, his fingers pushing Gawain's hair back and stroking his face. "I would certainly lose control."
Galahad bites his lip, turning his head as his back arches. "Don't just...tease me," Galahad begs.