Post by Griff on Jul 19, 2011 2:54:58 GMT 10
Title: Right of the King
Rating: PG-13
Couple: King Jonathan/George Cooper
Event: Humor High Jump
Word Count: 519
Summary: There are certain rights available only to the king.
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“Are you going to do something about that,” Jon asked, valiantly hiding his smirk behind a delicate goblet of wine.
George resolutely refused to turn around, knowing the Tyran ambassador's wife was giving him openly lascivious glances. If Jon's shaking shoulders were any indication, she was giving his butt more than it's fair share of attention. If he kept hovering near the punch, he could pretend he didn't notice, “Absolutely not.”
“Come now,” Jon goaded, “What if her husband notices? It could cause an international incident.”
“Then you'll have to call my wife back from the far desolate reaches of the kingdom to defend my honor,” George grunted, “And you can explain to her why you let that harpy molest my delicate person.”
Jonathan hummed, pressing the outer edge of his goblet against his lips as he grinned, arms folded. The knuckles of his left hand were white as he dug his fingers into his right elbow. He was still, as if Jon didn't dare breathe.
George glared hatefully. It wasn't that funny. “You're a terrible man,” He gruffed sulkily, snatching away Jon's drink and downing the dregs.
“And you are still a thief, Baron Cooper,” Jon snatched his goblet back. “Can't you steal your own? You've hovered near the snacks long enough.”
“I'm hiding!”
“Yes, and that's why you wore particularly tight pants.”
George flushed, “They are hardly indecent.”
“True,” Jon tilted his head in agreement, holding out his goblet for a passing squire to fill, “But considering you tend to run around in those shabby breeches of your, you certainly look like you've dressed up for the occasion.” Jon quirked an eyebrow over George's shoulder, “Or it's guests.”
“Oh, you've caught me,” George snapped, chasing the wide eyed boy away with a glare, “I wore my very tight pants just for you, Jon, so you could take in my fetching assets. Would you like me to drop my handkerchief and give you a better view?”
Jon choked, coughing loudly.
George rolled his eyes and spared Jon's delicate clothes by taking his glass and setting it on the buffet table.
Finally, Jon regained his composure, but he paused for a long moment before asking altogether too innocently, “By the way, what was your plan if the Lady Termodge became too forward to ignore?”
“Some sly comment about what her husband would think of the matter,” George shrugged. “Why?”
“Because I think you'd best come up with another strategy.”
In horror, George spun, only to find the ambassador's heated gaze pinned to the empty space where his rear had been only moments before.
“This is going to be an interesting evening,” Jon grinned, “Very interesting.” At George's panicked look, Jon pat him sympathetically on the shoulder, “It's alright. If they get overly familiar, just remind them why you wore your very nice pants.”
“Because the formal occasion called for it,” George asked dubiously.
Jon pinned him with a heated look, “For me.”
Rating: PG-13
Couple: King Jonathan/George Cooper
Event: Humor High Jump
Word Count: 519
Summary: There are certain rights available only to the king.
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“Are you going to do something about that,” Jon asked, valiantly hiding his smirk behind a delicate goblet of wine.
George resolutely refused to turn around, knowing the Tyran ambassador's wife was giving him openly lascivious glances. If Jon's shaking shoulders were any indication, she was giving his butt more than it's fair share of attention. If he kept hovering near the punch, he could pretend he didn't notice, “Absolutely not.”
“Come now,” Jon goaded, “What if her husband notices? It could cause an international incident.”
“Then you'll have to call my wife back from the far desolate reaches of the kingdom to defend my honor,” George grunted, “And you can explain to her why you let that harpy molest my delicate person.”
Jonathan hummed, pressing the outer edge of his goblet against his lips as he grinned, arms folded. The knuckles of his left hand were white as he dug his fingers into his right elbow. He was still, as if Jon didn't dare breathe.
George glared hatefully. It wasn't that funny. “You're a terrible man,” He gruffed sulkily, snatching away Jon's drink and downing the dregs.
“And you are still a thief, Baron Cooper,” Jon snatched his goblet back. “Can't you steal your own? You've hovered near the snacks long enough.”
“I'm hiding!”
“Yes, and that's why you wore particularly tight pants.”
George flushed, “They are hardly indecent.”
“True,” Jon tilted his head in agreement, holding out his goblet for a passing squire to fill, “But considering you tend to run around in those shabby breeches of your, you certainly look like you've dressed up for the occasion.” Jon quirked an eyebrow over George's shoulder, “Or it's guests.”
“Oh, you've caught me,” George snapped, chasing the wide eyed boy away with a glare, “I wore my very tight pants just for you, Jon, so you could take in my fetching assets. Would you like me to drop my handkerchief and give you a better view?”
Jon choked, coughing loudly.
George rolled his eyes and spared Jon's delicate clothes by taking his glass and setting it on the buffet table.
Finally, Jon regained his composure, but he paused for a long moment before asking altogether too innocently, “By the way, what was your plan if the Lady Termodge became too forward to ignore?”
“Some sly comment about what her husband would think of the matter,” George shrugged. “Why?”
“Because I think you'd best come up with another strategy.”
In horror, George spun, only to find the ambassador's heated gaze pinned to the empty space where his rear had been only moments before.
“This is going to be an interesting evening,” Jon grinned, “Very interesting.” At George's panicked look, Jon pat him sympathetically on the shoulder, “It's alright. If they get overly familiar, just remind them why you wore your very nice pants.”
“Because the formal occasion called for it,” George asked dubiously.
Jon pinned him with a heated look, “For me.”