Lovers 100 : Kind Friends and Companions 5/7
Title: Kind Friends and Companions, Part V of VII
Summery: Theodore is lonely.
Prompt: 076. Strangers
Pairing: Grovette, Grovington, Gillington, Navyboy Threesome
Genre: POTC
Rating: R
Author: Rebecca (alienstars2004 / Blueberry Pancakes)
Warnings: Slash
Feedback: Yes, please.
Part V:
“It isn’t permanent… only until he’s able to recover from whatever it is that’s gotten hold of him.” Andrew finished.
James nodded, still frowning slightly with concern, “Are you sure he’s well enough? Has he been to see the surgeon about it?”
“It’s just something mild… Don’t worry, James- if it does grow more serious, I’ll see to it that he does. In the mean time, he’ll be well taken care of.” Andrew smiled softly. It wasn’t a complete lie, at least.
James nodded slowly, again. “All right…”
“Do you doubt my caring abilities, or just Theo’s nature?” Andrew smirked, mouth cocking to one side.
“Like you said- I tend to become the overprotective mum over my close friends…”
* * *
Theodore looked around with the curiosity and reserved glances of a new midshipman drinking in the atmosphere of his new cabin, to be shared with his equally new companions.
Andrew laughed quietly, “You look like you’ve never seen my house, before.”
Theodore gave a sheepish smile. “It seems different, now… that I’ll be, living here, I suppose. I suppose that’s what you’d call it.”
Andrew continued to smile gently, reassuringly. “Think of it as a sort of holiday. It’s just removed enough to be refreshing, but you’ve still all the comforts of a home.” He purposely didn’t say “of home,” knowing that Theodore currently didn’t associate pleasant thoughts with home.
Theodore nodded.
They heard a chirping noise from the doorway.
Meow?
The call was questioning, testing the waters for a response.
“Hello, Stasie.” Theodore grinned, dropping to his knees. He flicked his fingers, calling her attention.
She slowly padded towards him, remembering the last time he was over. She looked up towards Andrew.
Theodore looked up towards Andrew, “I think she remembers the last time I was here…”
“She’ll be fine.”
Theodore scratched behind her ears, eliciting a deep purr, when she came over to him.
* * *
Andrew came into the room and sat down on the couch next to Theodore, knowing their physical closeness helped to comfort him. He idly wondered where Anastasie had gotten off to. Outside chasing some twilight rats in the garden, most likely. She was still slightly wary of Theodore when he came around, wondering if she would have to fight to be released, again. He stopped his musings, noticing Theodore was looking at him.
“Teddy?” His brow furrowed in question.
Theodore leaned forward and kissed him. He pressed his lips against Andrew’s, body sliding forward to close the small gap between them.
Andrew was startled, and he didn’t move or react for a moment. “Teddy…” He mumbled into him, drawing back.
Theodore reached out to lay a hand on Andrew’s thigh.
“Teddy.” Andrew said firmly, laying his hand on top of Theodore’s. He gently worked it away, but held it in his own.
Theodore’s eyes flashed with something indescribable. He pressed his lips together.
Andrew smiled gently. He reached up and cupped Theodore’s cheek. He let the silence linger, for at least a while longer.
“Is this your heart talking, or your loneliness?” He asked, in a low breath.
Theodore cast his eyes downward.
“I know you want this…” Andrew murmured, “But do you know what part of you does?”
Theodore sighed, defeated.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Teddy.” Andrew whispered.
Theodore nodded. He didn’t say anything.
Andrew squeezed his hand; “We can go to bed, if you like…”
Theodore looked up. His brow furrowed.
Andrew smiled softly. “If it will help you sleep.”
Theodore nodded again, shyly. He let Andrew led the way up the stairs and down to the end of the narrow hallway, into the master bedroom.
Andrew started to undress, unashamed of himself. He withdrew two nightshirts from the fourth dresser drawer and handed one to Theodore, who accepted it slowly.
Andrew pulled his own over his head and wiggled out of his breeches.
Theodore watched as he brushed his hair, and tied it again. He slowly took off his own clothes, setting them aside over a chair back, donning the soft shirt as Andrew climbed into the large bed. He padded closer and Andrew lifted the covers for him.
“I should warn you- Stasie comes in a lot, at night, and sleeps with me. She does have a tendency to attack moving feet beneath the blankets.”
Theodore smiled. He nodded, “I think I’ll manage.” He scooted closer.
Andrew opened his arms to him and let him curl up against him. He settled in on his back, head resting comfortably on the pillow.
“Sleep well, Teddy.” He murmured.
“Goodnight, And’.”
Summery: Theodore is lonely.
Prompt: 076. Strangers
Pairing: Grovette, Grovington, Gillington, Navyboy Threesome
Genre: POTC
Rating: R
Author: Rebecca (alienstars2004 / Blueberry Pancakes)
Warnings: Slash
Feedback: Yes, please.
Part V:
“It isn’t permanent… only until he’s able to recover from whatever it is that’s gotten hold of him.” Andrew finished.
James nodded, still frowning slightly with concern, “Are you sure he’s well enough? Has he been to see the surgeon about it?”
“It’s just something mild… Don’t worry, James- if it does grow more serious, I’ll see to it that he does. In the mean time, he’ll be well taken care of.” Andrew smiled softly. It wasn’t a complete lie, at least.
James nodded slowly, again. “All right…”
“Do you doubt my caring abilities, or just Theo’s nature?” Andrew smirked, mouth cocking to one side.
“Like you said- I tend to become the overprotective mum over my close friends…”
* * *
Theodore looked around with the curiosity and reserved glances of a new midshipman drinking in the atmosphere of his new cabin, to be shared with his equally new companions.
Andrew laughed quietly, “You look like you’ve never seen my house, before.”
Theodore gave a sheepish smile. “It seems different, now… that I’ll be, living here, I suppose. I suppose that’s what you’d call it.”
Andrew continued to smile gently, reassuringly. “Think of it as a sort of holiday. It’s just removed enough to be refreshing, but you’ve still all the comforts of a home.” He purposely didn’t say “of home,” knowing that Theodore currently didn’t associate pleasant thoughts with home.
Theodore nodded.
They heard a chirping noise from the doorway.
Meow?
The call was questioning, testing the waters for a response.
“Hello, Stasie.” Theodore grinned, dropping to his knees. He flicked his fingers, calling her attention.
She slowly padded towards him, remembering the last time he was over. She looked up towards Andrew.
Theodore looked up towards Andrew, “I think she remembers the last time I was here…”
“She’ll be fine.”
Theodore scratched behind her ears, eliciting a deep purr, when she came over to him.
* * *
Andrew came into the room and sat down on the couch next to Theodore, knowing their physical closeness helped to comfort him. He idly wondered where Anastasie had gotten off to. Outside chasing some twilight rats in the garden, most likely. She was still slightly wary of Theodore when he came around, wondering if she would have to fight to be released, again. He stopped his musings, noticing Theodore was looking at him.
“Teddy?” His brow furrowed in question.
Theodore leaned forward and kissed him. He pressed his lips against Andrew’s, body sliding forward to close the small gap between them.
Andrew was startled, and he didn’t move or react for a moment. “Teddy…” He mumbled into him, drawing back.
Theodore reached out to lay a hand on Andrew’s thigh.
“Teddy.” Andrew said firmly, laying his hand on top of Theodore’s. He gently worked it away, but held it in his own.
Theodore’s eyes flashed with something indescribable. He pressed his lips together.
Andrew smiled gently. He reached up and cupped Theodore’s cheek. He let the silence linger, for at least a while longer.
“Is this your heart talking, or your loneliness?” He asked, in a low breath.
Theodore cast his eyes downward.
“I know you want this…” Andrew murmured, “But do you know what part of you does?”
Theodore sighed, defeated.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Teddy.” Andrew whispered.
Theodore nodded. He didn’t say anything.
Andrew squeezed his hand; “We can go to bed, if you like…”
Theodore looked up. His brow furrowed.
Andrew smiled softly. “If it will help you sleep.”
Theodore nodded again, shyly. He let Andrew led the way up the stairs and down to the end of the narrow hallway, into the master bedroom.
Andrew started to undress, unashamed of himself. He withdrew two nightshirts from the fourth dresser drawer and handed one to Theodore, who accepted it slowly.
Andrew pulled his own over his head and wiggled out of his breeches.
Theodore watched as he brushed his hair, and tied it again. He slowly took off his own clothes, setting them aside over a chair back, donning the soft shirt as Andrew climbed into the large bed. He padded closer and Andrew lifted the covers for him.
“I should warn you- Stasie comes in a lot, at night, and sleeps with me. She does have a tendency to attack moving feet beneath the blankets.”
Theodore smiled. He nodded, “I think I’ll manage.” He scooted closer.
Andrew opened his arms to him and let him curl up against him. He settled in on his back, head resting comfortably on the pillow.
“Sleep well, Teddy.” He murmured.
“Goodnight, And’.”