Lovers 100 : Bad
Title: Bad
Summery: The course of love was never one smooth…
Prompt: 005. Writer’s Choice
Pairing: Grovette
Genre: POTC
Rating: PG-13
Author: Rebecca (alienstars2004 / Blueberry Pancakes)
Warnings: Slash
Feedback: Yes, please.
They kissed hungrily, hands beginning to roam across stretches of exposed pale skin. But soon they fumbled; clothes provided obstacles not easily overcome.
Theodore cried out into the breaking kiss as his toe connected with the foot of the wooden bed. He bit back the pain and tried to continue.
Andrew’s foot caught with his, and they stumbled backwards, narrowly managing to land on the bed, and not the floor. He jerked violently, grimacing “Ah!”
“What?”
“Hair… ow…”
Theodore reached up and tried to detangle Andrew’s shoulder-length red hair from the bedpost, but only succeeded in making it more tangled.
“Ow! Stop it! I’ll do it myself…” Andrew slapped his hand and reached up, fingers fumbling blindly until he had freed himself.
Theodore swooped down to kiss him again.
Teeth clinked, noses bumped and rubbed awkwardly, bending in ways noses were not meant to bend.
“Ow.”
“Sorry… Omph.”
“Ow.”
Hiss.
They broke apart again.
Theodore’s weight felt uncomfortably heavy on top of him. Andrew huffed out a few breaths. He reached up and began to push him off.
Theodore sensed the hesitation, feeling more than a little of his own, and slid to the side. He looked into Andrew’s dark eyes as he turned his head.
“This isn’t working.”
“No.”
Andrew sighed heavily.
Theodore reached a hand out and gently cupped his cheek.
Andrew looked up again.
Theodore gave him a smile.
Andrew returned it weakly.
“It’s all right.” Theodore assured quietly, rubbing his arm with the palm of his free hand. “We’re just a little… out of practice, that’s all.”
Andrew closed his eyes, nodding.
“What’s wrong, And’?” Theodore asked, murmuring as his fingers lightly stroked the side of his face. He could feel the beginnings of stubble.
“There hasn’t been anyone else.”
Theodore nodded slowly. “I… We never got past a few drunken romping kisses behind the tavern.” He admitted. “It didn’t feel right. It wasn’t what I really wanted.”
“This shouldn’t be so bad.” Andrew said miserably. “I wish… I wish we’d never…” He sighed deeply, “I wish we’d never fallen apart.”
Theodore’s brow crinkled, “I know.” He said softly. He could feel the regret and pain, and it mingled with his own. He used to wish there had been another way. He still wished they could have escaped the hurt all together.
“Why did we stop trying?”
“It wasn’t working, we weren’t working; you know that, And’.”
“I know, but… I love you.” Andrew locked his eyes with Theodore’s, “I never stopped.”
Theodore leaned forward, pressing his forehead against his. “I never stopped, either.”
“Then why couldn’t we work? I don’t understand, Teddy.”
Theodore shook his head, “It wasn’t that. We… I think it was best that we went back to just being friends.”
“It was so hard… I could hardly stand it, but I couldn’t loose you. I’d rather be your friend, than nothing at all.”
“We were able to go back to just being friends. That’s more than usually happens, in situations like ours.”
“Are we really that different than any other…” Andrew trailed off.
“We were together, solely and exclusively, until we… weren’t, anymore. That I suppose isn’t much different. But you have to know, And’, the odds were not… are not… with us. Two men, involved with each other…” Theodore stopped, pressing his lips together.
“Together.” Andrew said, slowly, the word rolling awkwardly off his tongue. “How many years ago was that?” He asked, quietly, bitterly. He almost didn’t realize he said it, until it was too late.
Theodore held him closer as he tensed. “You should know by now that it takes a lot more than frustrated words to drive me away.” He smiled gently against him.
Andrew slowly turned his eyes up towards him.
Theodore could see the hurt and agony in Andrew’s eyes. “Hush.” He murmured, stroking his cheek with the back of his hand. “I think it was for the best, because we were just… too young. We didn’t know what we were doing, or what we were getting ourselves into.”
“I said I loved you, then. I would never lie, not like that.”
“I know. I loved you then, and I love you now, but sometimes that isn’t enough.”
“I thought love, true love, made anything possible…”
“Possible, maybe, but not without work.”
“We tried, though, we tried so hard…” Andrew bit his lip.
“Sh-sh-sh-shhh.” Theodore soothed.
Andrew swallowed. His eyes betrayed him.
“We went physical too quickly. We loved each other, yes, but we weren’t… ready.” Theodore said softly.
Andrew forced himself to look at him.
Theodore hesitated for a moment, before speaking again. “I knew you weren’t ready to make love. But I wanted you to be happy, so I let you lie.”
Andrew’s face crumpled. “I’m sorry…” He whispered.
“Don’t be sorry. I shouldn’t have let you. But I did. I wasn’t ready, either. I wanted to be, for you, to be with you, and so I told myself I was, but it wasn’t true.”
“I should never have lied to you.”
“I should never have let you. And I lied to you, as well.”
“You never said you were ready, when you weren’t remotely.”
“I never outright said it, but I kept quiet. By being silent, I led you to believe that I was. I led you on, and I knew what I was doing when I did it.”
Andrew didn’t speak for a moment. “I knew.”
Theodore’s brow wrinkled slowly.
Andrew drew in a deep and slow breath, “I knew you weren’t ready, either.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Because I loved you so much and I thought that’s what you did, when you were in love.”
“Oh… And’…” Theodore felt his heart stop and begin to break, tearing itself in two.
“But like you said. We were just too young. We didn’t know what we were doing… what we were getting ourselves into.”
“And’, look at me.” Theodore waited, “We’ll get it right.” He told him.
“How can you be so sure? We’ve failed once, already.” Andrew sniffed, miserably.
“Because we’re stronger now, then we were then. We’ve seen more of the world. We know each other so much better… we’ve been friends, good friends, for years. We’re adults, now. We know ourselves better.”
Andrew nodded.
Theodore kissed him tenderly, on the lips.
Andrew leaned into him, melting into the kiss. It was soft and pure; there was no pressure for more, and none for less. It was not one of lust or of prelude, merely of love. He felt small against Theodore as he cradled him in his embrace.
“Come… where is the And’ I knew…” Theodore coaxed him, kissing his forehead at his hairline, feeling the silky strands against his lips.
Andrew smiled slightly, nuzzling into him.
“There… I knew my love would come back to me… Now come, just let me hold you, tonight.”
“We’ll get it right…” Andrew repeated quietly, trying to convince himself of its truth.
“Being lovers means more than sharing a bed.”
Summery: The course of love was never one smooth…
Prompt: 005. Writer’s Choice
Pairing: Grovette
Genre: POTC
Rating: PG-13
Author: Rebecca (alienstars2004 / Blueberry Pancakes)
Warnings: Slash
Feedback: Yes, please.
They kissed hungrily, hands beginning to roam across stretches of exposed pale skin. But soon they fumbled; clothes provided obstacles not easily overcome.
Theodore cried out into the breaking kiss as his toe connected with the foot of the wooden bed. He bit back the pain and tried to continue.
Andrew’s foot caught with his, and they stumbled backwards, narrowly managing to land on the bed, and not the floor. He jerked violently, grimacing “Ah!”
“What?”
“Hair… ow…”
Theodore reached up and tried to detangle Andrew’s shoulder-length red hair from the bedpost, but only succeeded in making it more tangled.
“Ow! Stop it! I’ll do it myself…” Andrew slapped his hand and reached up, fingers fumbling blindly until he had freed himself.
Theodore swooped down to kiss him again.
Teeth clinked, noses bumped and rubbed awkwardly, bending in ways noses were not meant to bend.
“Ow.”
“Sorry… Omph.”
“Ow.”
Hiss.
They broke apart again.
Theodore’s weight felt uncomfortably heavy on top of him. Andrew huffed out a few breaths. He reached up and began to push him off.
Theodore sensed the hesitation, feeling more than a little of his own, and slid to the side. He looked into Andrew’s dark eyes as he turned his head.
“This isn’t working.”
“No.”
Andrew sighed heavily.
Theodore reached a hand out and gently cupped his cheek.
Andrew looked up again.
Theodore gave him a smile.
Andrew returned it weakly.
“It’s all right.” Theodore assured quietly, rubbing his arm with the palm of his free hand. “We’re just a little… out of practice, that’s all.”
Andrew closed his eyes, nodding.
“What’s wrong, And’?” Theodore asked, murmuring as his fingers lightly stroked the side of his face. He could feel the beginnings of stubble.
“There hasn’t been anyone else.”
Theodore nodded slowly. “I… We never got past a few drunken romping kisses behind the tavern.” He admitted. “It didn’t feel right. It wasn’t what I really wanted.”
“This shouldn’t be so bad.” Andrew said miserably. “I wish… I wish we’d never…” He sighed deeply, “I wish we’d never fallen apart.”
Theodore’s brow crinkled, “I know.” He said softly. He could feel the regret and pain, and it mingled with his own. He used to wish there had been another way. He still wished they could have escaped the hurt all together.
“Why did we stop trying?”
“It wasn’t working, we weren’t working; you know that, And’.”
“I know, but… I love you.” Andrew locked his eyes with Theodore’s, “I never stopped.”
Theodore leaned forward, pressing his forehead against his. “I never stopped, either.”
“Then why couldn’t we work? I don’t understand, Teddy.”
Theodore shook his head, “It wasn’t that. We… I think it was best that we went back to just being friends.”
“It was so hard… I could hardly stand it, but I couldn’t loose you. I’d rather be your friend, than nothing at all.”
“We were able to go back to just being friends. That’s more than usually happens, in situations like ours.”
“Are we really that different than any other…” Andrew trailed off.
“We were together, solely and exclusively, until we… weren’t, anymore. That I suppose isn’t much different. But you have to know, And’, the odds were not… are not… with us. Two men, involved with each other…” Theodore stopped, pressing his lips together.
“Together.” Andrew said, slowly, the word rolling awkwardly off his tongue. “How many years ago was that?” He asked, quietly, bitterly. He almost didn’t realize he said it, until it was too late.
Theodore held him closer as he tensed. “You should know by now that it takes a lot more than frustrated words to drive me away.” He smiled gently against him.
Andrew slowly turned his eyes up towards him.
Theodore could see the hurt and agony in Andrew’s eyes. “Hush.” He murmured, stroking his cheek with the back of his hand. “I think it was for the best, because we were just… too young. We didn’t know what we were doing, or what we were getting ourselves into.”
“I said I loved you, then. I would never lie, not like that.”
“I know. I loved you then, and I love you now, but sometimes that isn’t enough.”
“I thought love, true love, made anything possible…”
“Possible, maybe, but not without work.”
“We tried, though, we tried so hard…” Andrew bit his lip.
“Sh-sh-sh-shhh.” Theodore soothed.
Andrew swallowed. His eyes betrayed him.
“We went physical too quickly. We loved each other, yes, but we weren’t… ready.” Theodore said softly.
Andrew forced himself to look at him.
Theodore hesitated for a moment, before speaking again. “I knew you weren’t ready to make love. But I wanted you to be happy, so I let you lie.”
Andrew’s face crumpled. “I’m sorry…” He whispered.
“Don’t be sorry. I shouldn’t have let you. But I did. I wasn’t ready, either. I wanted to be, for you, to be with you, and so I told myself I was, but it wasn’t true.”
“I should never have lied to you.”
“I should never have let you. And I lied to you, as well.”
“You never said you were ready, when you weren’t remotely.”
“I never outright said it, but I kept quiet. By being silent, I led you to believe that I was. I led you on, and I knew what I was doing when I did it.”
Andrew didn’t speak for a moment. “I knew.”
Theodore’s brow wrinkled slowly.
Andrew drew in a deep and slow breath, “I knew you weren’t ready, either.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Because I loved you so much and I thought that’s what you did, when you were in love.”
“Oh… And’…” Theodore felt his heart stop and begin to break, tearing itself in two.
“But like you said. We were just too young. We didn’t know what we were doing… what we were getting ourselves into.”
“And’, look at me.” Theodore waited, “We’ll get it right.” He told him.
“How can you be so sure? We’ve failed once, already.” Andrew sniffed, miserably.
“Because we’re stronger now, then we were then. We’ve seen more of the world. We know each other so much better… we’ve been friends, good friends, for years. We’re adults, now. We know ourselves better.”
Andrew nodded.
Theodore kissed him tenderly, on the lips.
Andrew leaned into him, melting into the kiss. It was soft and pure; there was no pressure for more, and none for less. It was not one of lust or of prelude, merely of love. He felt small against Theodore as he cradled him in his embrace.
“Come… where is the And’ I knew…” Theodore coaxed him, kissing his forehead at his hairline, feeling the silky strands against his lips.
Andrew smiled slightly, nuzzling into him.
“There… I knew my love would come back to me… Now come, just let me hold you, tonight.”
“We’ll get it right…” Andrew repeated quietly, trying to convince himself of its truth.
“Being lovers means more than sharing a bed.”