Lovers 100 : Torn 4/5
Title: Torn, Part IV (of V)
Summery: Post-DMC, pre-start of AWE, Andrew confronts James about what’s been wearing on him. The results are not what he expected.
Prompt: 050. Relationship
Pairing: Navyboy Threesome
Genre: POTC
Rating: PG-13/Light R
Author: Rebecca (alienstars2004 / Blueberry Pancakes)
Warnings: Slash
Feedback: Yes, please.
Theodore looked at the deep shades of purple around Andrew’s nose and eyes. His nose was still swollen; it was most likely broken. His eyes were completely bloodshot and red.
“A real sight, I must be.” Andrew sighed, gazing back at him.
Theodore forced a smile, “You’re still one of the most handsome men I’ve ever met.”
Andrew laughed once, quietly. He waited a moment, before he spoke again. “Did… James come by?”
Theodore pressed his lips together. “Yesterday. While you were asleep.”
“What’d he say?”
Theodore shook his head. “He’d been drinking.”
“What’d you say to him?”
“I told him to leave.”
Andrew nodded. He didn’t want to see James, but still, some part of him could not let go. The waters ran too deep.
“He’ll be back. He said he needed to explain. I told him there was nothing to explain.” Theodore sighed, leaning back against the headboard. “Do you…” He stopped.
“Why he hit me?”
Theodore nodded.
“We… exchanged some heated words.”
“He did this to you, over an argument?”
“That wasn’t it. That was just what started it.” Andrew’s voice grew dark, “That bloody bastard… it’s all his fault.”
“What did he say to you?”
“Not James… Beckett.”
“Beckett?”
“You know James is now Admiral Norrington?”
“Yes…”
“How do you think he got that title, Teddy?”
“I don’t… know.”
“You know Beckett would not hand that to someone without a price. He had a warrant out for James’s arrest, and then suddenly when he returns, he makes him his own personal Admiral?”
“Personal? I’m… first lieutenant.”
“Yes, but you were already there. You didn’t advance, you didn’t have a price on your head. You’re not fucking him.”
Theodore’s heart stopped dead in his chest. “What?”
“He’s become Beckett’s lapdog for a bloody title and so-called redemption. Think about it, Teddy… It doesn’t make sense, unless there is some favor going on under the table we don’t know about. Apparently James didn’t see fit to inform his own lovers of his side-dealings.” Andrew spat bitterly.
Theodore swallowed hard, trying to push the lump there back down, but it refused to budge. “James… no. James wouldn’t… He’s not. It’s not like him, not at all he’s-”
“It’s not like him to have struck me, either. I struck a nerve, when I called him on it. He was far too touchy for it to have been nothing.” Andrew felt the burn of tears welling up from deep inside, again.
Theodore didn’t know what to say. Andrew began to tremble against him. He wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close.
* * *
Dusk fell across the island, drawing the world towards darkness and the emptiness of night.
Theodore and Andrew lay in bed together, hardly having moved all day.
“It hurts…” Andrew whispered, closing his eyes, his head throbbing.
“I know…” Theodore murmured. “Do you want something cold, again? It should help with the swelling.”
“No… no it’s not that.” Andrew drew in shaky breaths. “I… I hate him… I want to.”
Theodore tightened his grip, “I know.”
“I want to, I do, but… I can’t. I don’t. I… I love him.” Andrew felt the tears begin to run down his cheeks. “I fucking love him!” He cried.
Theodore jolted against him, body jerking with an aborted sob. He couldn’t hold it in, any longer. Seeing Andrew in such a state, unsure of what he thought, unknowing of what was happening with James, feeling caught in a trap and pulled in a million different directions.
Andrew sniffed, wincing at the pain it caused. He kissed Theodore’s lips, their tears mingling.
“I… I don’t know.” Theodore touched his chin and cheek, “I don’t know, anymore. I love him, too.”
Andrew nodded shakily into him.
“I love you.”
“I know.”
Summery: Post-DMC, pre-start of AWE, Andrew confronts James about what’s been wearing on him. The results are not what he expected.
Prompt: 050. Relationship
Pairing: Navyboy Threesome
Genre: POTC
Rating: PG-13/Light R
Author: Rebecca (alienstars2004 / Blueberry Pancakes)
Warnings: Slash
Feedback: Yes, please.
Theodore looked at the deep shades of purple around Andrew’s nose and eyes. His nose was still swollen; it was most likely broken. His eyes were completely bloodshot and red.
“A real sight, I must be.” Andrew sighed, gazing back at him.
Theodore forced a smile, “You’re still one of the most handsome men I’ve ever met.”
Andrew laughed once, quietly. He waited a moment, before he spoke again. “Did… James come by?”
Theodore pressed his lips together. “Yesterday. While you were asleep.”
“What’d he say?”
Theodore shook his head. “He’d been drinking.”
“What’d you say to him?”
“I told him to leave.”
Andrew nodded. He didn’t want to see James, but still, some part of him could not let go. The waters ran too deep.
“He’ll be back. He said he needed to explain. I told him there was nothing to explain.” Theodore sighed, leaning back against the headboard. “Do you…” He stopped.
“Why he hit me?”
Theodore nodded.
“We… exchanged some heated words.”
“He did this to you, over an argument?”
“That wasn’t it. That was just what started it.” Andrew’s voice grew dark, “That bloody bastard… it’s all his fault.”
“What did he say to you?”
“Not James… Beckett.”
“Beckett?”
“You know James is now Admiral Norrington?”
“Yes…”
“How do you think he got that title, Teddy?”
“I don’t… know.”
“You know Beckett would not hand that to someone without a price. He had a warrant out for James’s arrest, and then suddenly when he returns, he makes him his own personal Admiral?”
“Personal? I’m… first lieutenant.”
“Yes, but you were already there. You didn’t advance, you didn’t have a price on your head. You’re not fucking him.”
Theodore’s heart stopped dead in his chest. “What?”
“He’s become Beckett’s lapdog for a bloody title and so-called redemption. Think about it, Teddy… It doesn’t make sense, unless there is some favor going on under the table we don’t know about. Apparently James didn’t see fit to inform his own lovers of his side-dealings.” Andrew spat bitterly.
Theodore swallowed hard, trying to push the lump there back down, but it refused to budge. “James… no. James wouldn’t… He’s not. It’s not like him, not at all he’s-”
“It’s not like him to have struck me, either. I struck a nerve, when I called him on it. He was far too touchy for it to have been nothing.” Andrew felt the burn of tears welling up from deep inside, again.
Theodore didn’t know what to say. Andrew began to tremble against him. He wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close.
* * *
Dusk fell across the island, drawing the world towards darkness and the emptiness of night.
Theodore and Andrew lay in bed together, hardly having moved all day.
“It hurts…” Andrew whispered, closing his eyes, his head throbbing.
“I know…” Theodore murmured. “Do you want something cold, again? It should help with the swelling.”
“No… no it’s not that.” Andrew drew in shaky breaths. “I… I hate him… I want to.”
Theodore tightened his grip, “I know.”
“I want to, I do, but… I can’t. I don’t. I… I love him.” Andrew felt the tears begin to run down his cheeks. “I fucking love him!” He cried.
Theodore jolted against him, body jerking with an aborted sob. He couldn’t hold it in, any longer. Seeing Andrew in such a state, unsure of what he thought, unknowing of what was happening with James, feeling caught in a trap and pulled in a million different directions.
Andrew sniffed, wincing at the pain it caused. He kissed Theodore’s lips, their tears mingling.
“I… I don’t know.” Theodore touched his chin and cheek, “I don’t know, anymore. I love him, too.”
Andrew nodded shakily into him.
“I love you.”
“I know.”