12 - Coming full circle
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In five days (on May 8, 2011) this meme will have existed for a whole year.
It is an extraordinary achievement, your extraordinary achievement, to have kept this going well and alive for so long. With thousands of fics and comments, this meme is one of (if not the) most amazing thing I've ever come across. Not only the amount of fic ( Read more... )
”Scoot over,” Alastair told Gordon, and in his hazy state of mind, head full of thoughts about the conference and everything else, in the dark of the hotel room, he made room for Alastair in his bed.
They rarely did this alone, so the hesitation lingers heavy in the air between them, until Alastair kissed him, hand pressing demandingly against crotch and every rational thought gave way to sensation.
When Gordon'd recovered, Alastair's mouth was against his earlobe, nibbling lazily, almost as if to avoid doing something else.
Eventually, words found their way out. ”You know, Tony thinks you'll become Prime Minister.”
”Tony hopes that,” Gordon corrected him.
”No, Tony thinks that. Tony had a premonition about it,” Alastair said.
Neither of them said anything for a moment, almost as if to take the information in.
”Tony is determined,” Alastair said.
”Does he realise how it sounds?”
”A bit mental, yes, but. He is determined.”
Gordon considered this. ”What does Tony want to be?”
”What do any of us want?” Alastair countered. ”To be involved, I suppose.”
Truth be told, Gordon couldn't understand how they could simply settle like that. But he was glad they were there.
”Let's sleep,” he told Alastair.
They did.
*
After Gordon became leader, a certain paranoia took over him. Even after setbacks, Tony kept talking about how they'd win the election, about what they'd do after they won the election, like it was inevitable.
”What do I owe you when this is all over?” he asked Tony, and Tony merely smiled.
”I'll tell you when the time comes,” he said, pulling Gordon into a kiss. ”It won't hurt a bit, I promise.”
Gordon knew better than to trust him.
*
Nights in Downing 10 were lonely, and Gordon found himself obsessed with finding warmth.
The bed was too small for four.
Peter sighed. ”When did you become so needy?”
”We need to end this,” Gordon said. ”It's not healthy.”
”Then we can go,” Alastair replied, tired and annoyed, but Peter held onto his hand.
”We'll stay,” Peter said. ”We'll find a solution. We always have.”
”We always have to,” Tony said and pressed himself closer to Gordon on the bed. ”I'm exhausted, though. Wake me up when you figure something out.”
*
There was no easy solution. Some nights Tony stayed with him, some nights Peter, some nights Alastair. Never long enough to arouse suspicion, sometimes leaving so early Gordon would wake up alone.
Something was never good enough, but it had to do.
*
Tony sauntered into his office one day, a brief in hand, and dropped it in front Gordon and Alastair, unceremoniously.
”What is that?” Gordon asked, opening the file with one hand, but eyes still focused on the document he was going through.
”A proposal,” Tony answered. ”For you to look at later. No hurry.”
”It's not important, I take it?”
”Not unless you decide it is.”
Later, after Alastair had left, Gordon opened the file and read the title.
Civil partnerships.
*
He owed Tony this much, but after much deliberation, Gordon made another choice, too.
”If this passes,” Gordon began, but Tony interrupted him.
”When it passes.”
”When it passes, it'll change a lot of things.”
”Surely the whole point of politics, Gordon.”
”Yes, but what I'm saying is .. you called it a proposal and I .. I can't be romantic, you know that, and--”
”Yes.”
”So hopefully you will understand this without--”
”Gordon, I said 'yes'.”
Gordon paused, gaze firmly on the floorboards. ”If it passes--”
”When it passes,” Tony corrected him. ”And it will.”
”And Peter and Alastair?” Gordon asked.
”Nothing will change,” Tony replied.
”Surely the whole point of politics,” Gordon said.
And Tony kissed him, and there were no happy endings or blissful constants in politics, no lack of scandal or failure or disappointment.
But the Act passed, and Gordon never woke up alone again.
-fin-
Finally! Hopefully it's balanced as an OT4 - it's hard to convey that there's love between all of them, especially when it's told from Gordon's sober point of view. And yeah, the ending is a bit heavy on the TBGB & this probably could've used more bickering. Still, hope you liked!
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I love you aa, this is really brilliant.
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