Fic: Shoulders
Well, I did it...I posted a story on the Narnia kink-meme which is currently going (to this prompt) and had TWO reviews back!! Yeah I know two isn't exactly massive, but for someone rejoining the fanfiction community, and a new fandom to boot, I was fairly pleased :)
And weirdly, I was quite proud of my story. Having a 'take-control' Edmund and a somewhat cautious Caspian is always a story set-up I think is really sweet. And as such, since I quite like my little story, I am going to have it as my first posted fic on livejournal :D
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Title: Shoulders
Ratng: PG-13 (to be safe; vaguely refers to a sexual situation)
Pairing: Edmund/Caspian
Summary: Caspian has a thing about a certain body part of Edmund's. Oh dear.
A/N: As I said above, this was based on a prompt from over at the kink meme. It is based in the VoDT time, book or movie, I don't suppose it matters!
Shoulders
Pale, freckled shoulders sloped sensuously in the bright Narnian sun. The long, lithe line of his spine leading down low to the tops of his breeches; sunlight dappled skin as he bent over.
Caspian frowned, and looked back down at his own washing; attempting to focus on cleaning his clothes, and not to think about that glorious sloping line of shoulders.
He sighed.
It had been easier last time. Sure, he had noticed the unnaturally dark eyes in the pale face. Beautiful, he had thought. He had noticed the slender hands which wielded a sword with passion and power. Skilled, he had thought. The cautious and political way he handled himself; just a like King of old should, and how Caspian had imagined when he was a small child.
But this time… this time…
Caspian sighed again, and looked up through his eyelashes. Edmund was still facing away, wringing out his wet shirt; muscles bunched together as they worked.
‘Are you quite alright, your Majesty?’
Caspian jumped slightly, looking down to Reepicheep who was staring up at him in concern.
‘Yes, yes. Yes, I’m fine. Thank you Reepicheep.’
‘You seem a little preoccupied today, your Majesty. Is there anything I could do to help?’
Caspian opened his mouth to answer, but Reepicheep was not looking at him. Instead he was watching Edmund, and glanced back at Caspian, with something akin to mischief in his eyes. Caspian’s eyes narrowed.
‘No thank you, Reepicheep’ he said firmly, and determinedly took to rinsing out his own clothes again, purposefully not looking towards the pale vision he could still hear splashing around, occasionally talking to other crew members.
The mouse left him alone with his thoughts, and Caspian wondered how he was ever to talk to Edmund again without half wishing he were naked. Or, at least, top-half naked. Although, now he had thought about it, full naked but would be just as-
‘Gah’ he exclaimed, and shook his head firmly, ignoring the looks he was getting. This was getting ridiculous, he needed to get the thought Edmund and his stupidly lovely shoulders out his head.
Gathering up his things, he waded out of the shallow water onto the beach and made his way over to where lines were strung up for the wet washing.
Clearly he needed a wife. That was the only explanation for his current obsession with Edmund (in particular, his shoulders). Honestly, looking that beautifully effeminate was bound to get attention, he thought meanly, studiously ignoring the fact that Lucy was also on the ship, and female besides.
Yes, having a wife would make things much more normal, much more what was expected. Then he could stare at his wife’s shoulders… Although, surely a woman’s shoulders wouldn’t be so invitingly slender with the muscles of a warrior underneath? That subtle strength that Caspian couldn’t help stare at. He turned and peeked around the trousers he was currently hanging towards the sea, where the crew were.
And found himself staring into straight into Edmund’s brown eyes.
‘Hello’ Edmund grinned, coming around to join Caspian.
Painfully aware of how they were unseen by others and how now would be a horrific time to notice the fact that Edmund’s shoulders were still bare, Caspian gave a pained smile and fussed with his trousers, feeling less like a king and more like an eleven year old girl.
Finishing what he was doing, he turned slightly to watch Edmund. By Aslan, he was so beautiful. Smooth skin and pale-
Caspian frowned slightly, and without thinking about it reached out and ran a finger down Edmund’s neck and along his shoulder. Edmund paused, eyes flicking to Caspian in silent question.
Snatching his hand back, Caspian cleared his throat. ‘You ah, you seem to have caught the sun a bit. On your, uhm, on your sh-shoulders.’
‘Oh, bugger. I forgot. I always burn the most, probably because I’m so pale. I should have remembered.’ Edmund was craning his neck to try and see himself, ending up facing away and putting those lovely (now tinged red) shoulders on display for Caspian’s eyes.
‘I have some lotion for such a thing. You are more than welcome to use some, King Edmund.’
Edmund smiled, ‘Edmund, please. How many times must I tell you Caspian?! And yes, please. That would be grand.’ His eyes flicked to Caspian as he turned around to face him once more. ‘I don’t suppose you could put some on for me?’
Caspian stared, stricken. Put some lotion for the sun burn on Edmund? Rubbing a lotion into those shoulders, while pretending that he didn’t want to kiss, lick, gods, do everything, to those shoulders?!
‘Of course.’
Edmund grinned, and started off towards the ship, Caspian following mutely, despairing inwardly; but stumbling slightly in confusion when Edmund passed Reepicheep by, and the pair shared a wicked glance and a smirk.
‘What in Narnia?’ Caspian thought, trailing behind Edmund who led him into their quarters.
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Caspian stared forward at the wall; half in shock, half in exhaustion. Edmund was laid bare before him, shoulders covered in a mixture of lotion and Caspian’s seed. Edmund lifted his head and turned to look at Caspian who was still straddling him, and gave him a lazy smile.
‘Well, if I had known all it took was my shoulders and the mere suggestion of you rubbing lotion onto them to get you that excited… hell, I would have done it ages ago.’
THE END