Lovers 100 : Kiss
Title: Kiss
Summery: Andrew can kiss it better.
Prompt: 008. Fingers
Pairing: Gillington
Genre: POTC
Rating: G/PG
Author: Rebecca (alienstars2004 / Blueberry Pancakes)
Warnings: Slash
Feedback: Yes, please.
Theodore’s face crumpled deeply as he saw the discolored, black and blue state of his friend’s hand. “Good God, James… what did you do?” He exclaimed, unable to take his eyes away, though he felt sympathy pain looking at it.
“I sort of… shut the door.”
Theodore raised an eyebrow.
“…And my fingers were still in the doorjamb.”
Theodore hissed.
“Yes… something to that effect.” James sighed. His hand did hurt something terrible. Even if hadn’t been his writing hand, he wouldn’t have been able to write because he couldn’t keep his mind off it.
“Did you see the surgeon about it?”
“It’s… no.”
“I’m not And’, so I’m not going to go ballistic on you, but even I think that should be looked at… They could be broken.”
James sighed again, “I know. I just loathe having to go… and I always feel like I’m wasting his time.”
“We’ve been in home port for months now- he’s got to be starving for some action.”
“Now you’re sounding like yourself…. but somehow And’ has worked his way into your brain and is able to have you say things in your own way, but it’s what he would be telling me to do, ultimately.”
Theodore shrugged.
“You’re like… I don’t know what you are, Theo. That younger brother, not quite a brother, though… more like the unruly child that we’ve somehow found ourselves roped into looking after.”
“It’s gotten worse since you two became lovers, finally, I might add, now you two act like an old married couple and I’m the rebellious son.”
“Now pitting parent against parent?”
“Which one of you should I start calling Mum? I’d say And’, but he’d probably take a swing at me. You’d just suffer in silence and give me dirty looks. Much like you’re doing now.”
“You know us so well.” James said dryly. He tried to flex his fingers.
“Hold on, I’ll be right back.” Theodore turned and left the office. He returned a few minutes later with Andrew in tow.
“What’s this about?” Andrew asked, drawing his arm back from Theodore’s grasp.
“He’s hurt. You’re a better caretaker than I am. Plus, he won’t listen to me, anyway.” Theodore explained. “I’ll put a note on your doors- out for the day. And I’d better not see you hanging around, afterwards.”
Before James or Andrew could protest, Theodore had left the office again, closing the door loudly behind him.
Andrew sighed. He turned to James, “Now, what’s this about you being hurt?”
James looked up at him sheepishly. “I think I may have put myself in the running with Theo for the most accident-prone at the fort…” He raised his hand into view.
Andrew’s mouth fell open. “James!”
“I’m not deaf, And’.” He said, half-jokingly.
Andrew was at his side in an instant, kneeling down and taking his forearm, drawing the injured hand closer to him. He inspected it carefully. “Well… they don’t look broken, at least.”
James nodded.
Andrew smiled slightly, “Though, don’t worry- I don’t think you’re in the running with Teddy- he’s in a race all his own.”
James laughed quietly.
“I think it’s warranted you the rest of the day off. And I’m suddenly feeling… the need to check on something at home. Or I was called back to discuss the latest proceedings for the docks.” Andrew stood.
“You’re getting better at this.”
“I think Teddy’s influenced me. I’m yet to decide whether this is a good or a bad thing.”
James gathered his coat and hat as Andrew left the office and did the same. He would hang back a while longer, and leave out of the opposite end of the hall.
They never had to discuss which house to meet at, it was somehow always known.
James found Andrew in the parlor, sprawled out on the couch waiting for him. He sat down beside him and Andrew laid his arms around his shoulders, drawing him close.
“I somehow don’t think hurt fingers warrant this sort of attention.”
“Are you complaining?”
“No. Just remarking.”
Andrew smiled, “I’m not treating just the injury, my love.” He pressed a soft kiss to his temple. He breathed deeply, inhaling his lover’s familiar scent. “Come and relax, James…” He murmured, uncurling his back to lie down on the couch, drawing James with him.
James let him cuddle him close. He held one of Andrew’s hands in his good one, pressing it to his chest.
Andrew drew his fingers idly through James’s hair. “Feel better, my love?” He didn’t have to see his face to know he was smiling.
“A kiss from you always makes things better.”
PS: Happy 30th Anniversary Mom and Dad!
Summery: Andrew can kiss it better.
Prompt: 008. Fingers
Pairing: Gillington
Genre: POTC
Rating: G/PG
Author: Rebecca (alienstars2004 / Blueberry Pancakes)
Warnings: Slash
Feedback: Yes, please.
Theodore’s face crumpled deeply as he saw the discolored, black and blue state of his friend’s hand. “Good God, James… what did you do?” He exclaimed, unable to take his eyes away, though he felt sympathy pain looking at it.
“I sort of… shut the door.”
Theodore raised an eyebrow.
“…And my fingers were still in the doorjamb.”
Theodore hissed.
“Yes… something to that effect.” James sighed. His hand did hurt something terrible. Even if hadn’t been his writing hand, he wouldn’t have been able to write because he couldn’t keep his mind off it.
“Did you see the surgeon about it?”
“It’s… no.”
“I’m not And’, so I’m not going to go ballistic on you, but even I think that should be looked at… They could be broken.”
James sighed again, “I know. I just loathe having to go… and I always feel like I’m wasting his time.”
“We’ve been in home port for months now- he’s got to be starving for some action.”
“Now you’re sounding like yourself…. but somehow And’ has worked his way into your brain and is able to have you say things in your own way, but it’s what he would be telling me to do, ultimately.”
Theodore shrugged.
“You’re like… I don’t know what you are, Theo. That younger brother, not quite a brother, though… more like the unruly child that we’ve somehow found ourselves roped into looking after.”
“It’s gotten worse since you two became lovers, finally, I might add, now you two act like an old married couple and I’m the rebellious son.”
“Now pitting parent against parent?”
“Which one of you should I start calling Mum? I’d say And’, but he’d probably take a swing at me. You’d just suffer in silence and give me dirty looks. Much like you’re doing now.”
“You know us so well.” James said dryly. He tried to flex his fingers.
“Hold on, I’ll be right back.” Theodore turned and left the office. He returned a few minutes later with Andrew in tow.
“What’s this about?” Andrew asked, drawing his arm back from Theodore’s grasp.
“He’s hurt. You’re a better caretaker than I am. Plus, he won’t listen to me, anyway.” Theodore explained. “I’ll put a note on your doors- out for the day. And I’d better not see you hanging around, afterwards.”
Before James or Andrew could protest, Theodore had left the office again, closing the door loudly behind him.
Andrew sighed. He turned to James, “Now, what’s this about you being hurt?”
James looked up at him sheepishly. “I think I may have put myself in the running with Theo for the most accident-prone at the fort…” He raised his hand into view.
Andrew’s mouth fell open. “James!”
“I’m not deaf, And’.” He said, half-jokingly.
Andrew was at his side in an instant, kneeling down and taking his forearm, drawing the injured hand closer to him. He inspected it carefully. “Well… they don’t look broken, at least.”
James nodded.
Andrew smiled slightly, “Though, don’t worry- I don’t think you’re in the running with Teddy- he’s in a race all his own.”
James laughed quietly.
“I think it’s warranted you the rest of the day off. And I’m suddenly feeling… the need to check on something at home. Or I was called back to discuss the latest proceedings for the docks.” Andrew stood.
“You’re getting better at this.”
“I think Teddy’s influenced me. I’m yet to decide whether this is a good or a bad thing.”
James gathered his coat and hat as Andrew left the office and did the same. He would hang back a while longer, and leave out of the opposite end of the hall.
They never had to discuss which house to meet at, it was somehow always known.
James found Andrew in the parlor, sprawled out on the couch waiting for him. He sat down beside him and Andrew laid his arms around his shoulders, drawing him close.
“I somehow don’t think hurt fingers warrant this sort of attention.”
“Are you complaining?”
“No. Just remarking.”
Andrew smiled, “I’m not treating just the injury, my love.” He pressed a soft kiss to his temple. He breathed deeply, inhaling his lover’s familiar scent. “Come and relax, James…” He murmured, uncurling his back to lie down on the couch, drawing James with him.
James let him cuddle him close. He held one of Andrew’s hands in his good one, pressing it to his chest.
Andrew drew his fingers idly through James’s hair. “Feel better, my love?” He didn’t have to see his face to know he was smiling.
“A kiss from you always makes things better.”
PS: Happy 30th Anniversary Mom and Dad!