Post by infinite on Apr 26, 2011 11:28:56 GMT 10
Title: At the Dancing Dove
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 609
Pairing: Gary/Raoul – Team Moustache Curtains
Round/Fight: 2/C
Summary: Gary discovers a few things about Raoul. Warning: Alcohol, some allusions to sex and (if you’re British) masturbation.
Their evenings as young knights at the Dancing Dove were some of Gary’s best, and his worst. Alan, younger and smaller than the rest, could barely hold his liquor. Jon, who never forgot his unique position, usually limited himself to one drink, except when he couldn’t bear the weight any longer (or he refused to), and got worse than any of them. Gary himself rarely drank to excess. Mostly because, relative to the others, it took a lot to even get him unbalanced. Plus, he enjoyed conversation and gambling better than wooziness and vomiting.
Raoul was the one who surprised everybody. It was Raoul who went the furthest. It was at the Dancing Dove that Gary discovered that sweet, quiet Raoul knew songs so bawdy they made even the Rogue blush. Impressed and slightly embarrassed, wondering where he had learnt them, Gary joined in heartily, pretending to be more drunk than he was.
One night, Raoul disappeared for a while, and returned rather flushed and disconcerted. The first time, Gary was worried. The next time, Gary kept an eye on Raoul, and noticed when a pretty girl in a tight dress led him up the stairs.
It was at the Dancing Dove that Gary discovered that honest, honourable Raoul knew how to cheat at cards. Amused and slightly annoyed, he persuaded Raoul to let him in on the secret, and proceeded to take over when Raoul was too inebriated to avoid discovery.
Often, Raoul disappeared for a few hours, to return dishevelled and grinning. Gary watched as, night after night, Raoul led girls – one slim with a nice smile, one plump with flowers in her hair, one with the reddest lips; always a different girl - up the stairs.
It was at the Dancing Dove that Gary discovered he wanted Raoul. One Beltane night, Raoul was giving out kisses; ‘Fingers on his wispy crown, George on the wrist, Rispah on the cheek, Alan on the nose, Jon behind the ear. When he came at last to Gary, he grinned and paused, deliberating. Gary rolled his eyes and offered a dangling hand. Raoul grabbed it and wrenched it. He pulled Gary to him, dipped him low and kissed him full on the mouth. Gary, caught open-mouthed in shock, found Raoul’s lips caressing his own. Suddenly, Gary’s mouth was filled with heat and the vapour of alcohol, his own desire and Raoul’s tongue. He came to when Raoul set him back on his feet, and was greeted by a tavern full of staring people; expressions of mirth, disgust and bemusement. Cat-calls, wolf-whistles, applause, laughter and cheers; toasts made with slopping tankards.
Later that night, Gary’s belly sank when he saw Raoul groping his way up the stairs in the company of two giggling, pink-cheeked girls with their dresses already half off. Though it was Beltane, Gary took no lover that night. He trudged up to the castle alone (Jon and Alan had both disappeared long ago). What would have happened if he had followed Raoul and the girls up the stairs? Would they have invited him to join them? What if he hadn’t waited to be asked, but simply climbed into their bed? Would Raoul have welcomed him? What if he, Gary, took Raoul’s hand one night and pulled him up to a room? Would he come? Or how about here at the palace – Raoul’s bed was just down the corridor. City Raoul was different from Palace Raoul, and Gary wanted them both. Gary tossed all that night; he wanted Raoul to kiss him again, and wished he didn’t have to be drunk to do it.
QC by PeroxidePirate
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 609
Pairing: Gary/Raoul – Team Moustache Curtains
Round/Fight: 2/C
Summary: Gary discovers a few things about Raoul. Warning: Alcohol, some allusions to sex and (if you’re British) masturbation.
Their evenings as young knights at the Dancing Dove were some of Gary’s best, and his worst. Alan, younger and smaller than the rest, could barely hold his liquor. Jon, who never forgot his unique position, usually limited himself to one drink, except when he couldn’t bear the weight any longer (or he refused to), and got worse than any of them. Gary himself rarely drank to excess. Mostly because, relative to the others, it took a lot to even get him unbalanced. Plus, he enjoyed conversation and gambling better than wooziness and vomiting.
Raoul was the one who surprised everybody. It was Raoul who went the furthest. It was at the Dancing Dove that Gary discovered that sweet, quiet Raoul knew songs so bawdy they made even the Rogue blush. Impressed and slightly embarrassed, wondering where he had learnt them, Gary joined in heartily, pretending to be more drunk than he was.
One night, Raoul disappeared for a while, and returned rather flushed and disconcerted. The first time, Gary was worried. The next time, Gary kept an eye on Raoul, and noticed when a pretty girl in a tight dress led him up the stairs.
It was at the Dancing Dove that Gary discovered that honest, honourable Raoul knew how to cheat at cards. Amused and slightly annoyed, he persuaded Raoul to let him in on the secret, and proceeded to take over when Raoul was too inebriated to avoid discovery.
Often, Raoul disappeared for a few hours, to return dishevelled and grinning. Gary watched as, night after night, Raoul led girls – one slim with a nice smile, one plump with flowers in her hair, one with the reddest lips; always a different girl - up the stairs.
It was at the Dancing Dove that Gary discovered he wanted Raoul. One Beltane night, Raoul was giving out kisses; ‘Fingers on his wispy crown, George on the wrist, Rispah on the cheek, Alan on the nose, Jon behind the ear. When he came at last to Gary, he grinned and paused, deliberating. Gary rolled his eyes and offered a dangling hand. Raoul grabbed it and wrenched it. He pulled Gary to him, dipped him low and kissed him full on the mouth. Gary, caught open-mouthed in shock, found Raoul’s lips caressing his own. Suddenly, Gary’s mouth was filled with heat and the vapour of alcohol, his own desire and Raoul’s tongue. He came to when Raoul set him back on his feet, and was greeted by a tavern full of staring people; expressions of mirth, disgust and bemusement. Cat-calls, wolf-whistles, applause, laughter and cheers; toasts made with slopping tankards.
Later that night, Gary’s belly sank when he saw Raoul groping his way up the stairs in the company of two giggling, pink-cheeked girls with their dresses already half off. Though it was Beltane, Gary took no lover that night. He trudged up to the castle alone (Jon and Alan had both disappeared long ago). What would have happened if he had followed Raoul and the girls up the stairs? Would they have invited him to join them? What if he hadn’t waited to be asked, but simply climbed into their bed? Would Raoul have welcomed him? What if he, Gary, took Raoul’s hand one night and pulled him up to a room? Would he come? Or how about here at the palace – Raoul’s bed was just down the corridor. City Raoul was different from Palace Raoul, and Gary wanted them both. Gary tossed all that night; he wanted Raoul to kiss him again, and wished he didn’t have to be drunk to do it.
QC by PeroxidePirate