7 Deadly Sins : Lucky Fallacies
Title: Lucky Fallacies
Summery: Theo is asleep. James misinterprets.
Prompt: 7. Sloth
Pairing: Grovington
Genre: POTC
Rating: Hard R/NC-17
Author: Rebecca (alienstars2004 / Blueberry Pancakes)
Warnings: Slash
Feedback: Yes, please.
Author’s Notes: For 7_deadly_sins_ challenge
“Come in.” Andrew’s eyes flickered up quickly from the page in front of him as he scribed the last of the notes and added his signature at the bottom.
The heavy wooden door swung open and James stepped inside his lieutenants’ small, shared office.
“Oh, hello, Sir.” Andrew raised his head again, realizing whom it was, “I’ve almost got the reports done. I’ll have them all finished before I leave.”
James frowned slightly, but only momentarily. It was not like Andrew to be slow in his work. He looked over to the desk opposite of Andrew, and saw it was empty.
“Where’s Theo gotten off to?” He asked, the frown returning.
“Oh, he went home hours ago.”
“Hours?”
Andrew nodded.
“Did he do any of his share of the paperwork before he left?” James asked, annoyance lacing his voice.
“We started at the same time, but he didn’t last long.” Andrew shrugged. “I’m not attempting to ignore you, or be short, I’m just tying to finish these up so I can have something resembling an evening.” He added.
“No, no it’s quite all right.” James assured him, though he continued to wear a look of displeasure. “I’ll leave you to your work, Andrew. If you need me, I’ve stepped out for the day. I shall see you tomorrow.”
“Goodbye, James.” Andrew said, off handedly, as he continued to sort through the pages.
The corridors were quiet and his footsteps echoed off stone walls as James made his way quickly through them, stopping briefly at his office to collect a few of his affects. He was inwardly glad he was able to slip away unnoticed, though the thought did not pervade his mind for long, as it was on other matters.
He decided to let himself in the backdoor when he arrived home, for no particular reason, other than to take a quick glance at the garden in the back.
The house was silent, which was of little surprise. He didn’t know for certain that Theodore would have come here, but it was a good guess. He hung his coat and went into the parlor. It was there he found Theodore, lying on the couch, fast asleep, mouth slightly open in a quiet snore.
James walked softly up to the couch.
After a moment, Theodore seemed to sense the new presence in the room. He shifted, lips moving to form incoherent syllables. Brown eyes slowly opened and he gazed sleepily up at James. He smiled loosely.
“Hullo, love.” He worked himself down the couch a bit, and lifted his shoulders up, giving James a small space to sit down.
James sat down after a moment of hesitation, and Theodore lay back down, resting his head in James’s lap.
Theodore gazed up at him with sleep-hazed eyes. “You’re home early.” He noted.
“I stopped by your office.” James said, emphasizing the possession. “And’ said you had gone home hours ago.”
“Mm, yes…” Theodore nodded slightly, blinking slowly, “I almost made it to bed, this time.”
James opened his mouth, to ask why, pray tell, Theodore had left his duty and his post early, leaving all the paperwork to his friend and fellow officer, to come home and sleep, no less. But the words died before they even left his mouth. The frown on his face was now worn for a different reason.
“Almost made it to bed, this time?” He repeated, “Theo… what do you mean?”
Theodore sighed, obviously oblivious to James’s annoyance, and concern, “It’s the bloody medicine… I’m not in pain anymore, true, but I can’t hardly keep my eyes open, half the time.” He yawned widely.
James’s eyes widened, “Medicine?”
“The one the surgeon gave me. I tried to not take it, but then I abandoned that hope and I just came home this morning.” Theodore explained off handedly, “I hadn’t gotten into the fort more than an hour earlier.”
“Why would he have given you medicine? And pain? Teddy… why didn’t I know you were in pain? What’s happened?” James asked in a rush of seemingly breathless questions.
Theodore opened his eyes again, brows furrowing, “For my knee.” He said, feeling it was obvious.
“What happened to your knee?”
“Other than being nearly obliterated?” Theodore raised an eyebrow. “I know I’m exaggerating, but bloody hell it felt like it right when it happened…”
“It?! Teddy!”
“James… calm down.”
“No! No, I won’t! You’re hurt! And I didn’t even know about it!”
“You didn’t know?”
“No! When did this all happen?”
“Yesterday, when I checking over that shipment… You do remember sending me down there to do that, right?”
“Yes, yes of course I remember that. I was going to myself, but then… oh, oh no…”
“Oh no, what?”
“I sent you in my stead…”
“Yes…”
“And you’ve been hurt! Teddy, oh, Teddy…”
Theodore laughed, “It’s hardly your fault, James. Unless you somehow purposefully put a rotten plank at the top of the stairs on that specific ship just before I got there.”
James’s eyes only widened, “You didn’t fall down the entire flight of stairs, did you?”
“Define “entire.””
“Teddy!”
“I told you I nearly obliterated my knee. But it’s fine, now. Just sore, and stiff.”
James was not comforted.
Theodore’s mouth turned to a lightly etched frown, “James… What’s wrong?”
James didn’t answer immediately.
“You already know I don’t mind that you didn’t know I was hurt. Did And’ not say anything, you said you saw him, today?”
“I suppose he thought I already knew.” James admitted. “I had…” He started, but stopped himself.
“You had…?”
James relented, slowly, “I had come to see exactly why you’d abandoned your duty and post, leaving Andrew with all the work… and to give you a stern reproach for it.” He admitted, guiltily.
Theodore blinked.
“Teddy, Teddy love, I’m sorry. I honestly am. I had no idea. I don’t, I don’t mind that you’ve taken off the day. You can take as many as you need. I didn’t realize you were hurt. How do you feel now? Do you need anything?” James didn’t seem to take notice to Theodore’s bored look, or the soft smile that crossed his lips.
“I suppose I could have told you, instead of assuming you’d hear. Then again, I haven’t seen you since then, have I?” Theodore sighed, pondering idly.
“Teddy…” James brought his hands up, one coming to cup the side of his face, the other gently stroking his dark hair. “I’m sorry. I never should have jumped to conclusions.”
“James… you can stop talking.”
“I… what?”
Theodore laughed quietly. “If you’d have shut your mouth you would have heard that it was quite clear that I don’t care.”
James pressed his lips together.
“Don’t feel guilty. Oh, bugger- of course you can’t help it.”
“I… how can I make it up to you?”
“You don’t have to, James.” Theodore closed his eyes, letting himself sink into James’s lap contently. He opened them again a few moments later, still feeling the nervous stroking of James’s fingers. He sighed. “All right.”
“What?”
“You can make it up to me. Pick something. I don’t care what. Just so long as it doesn’t involve me moving under my own power.” Theodore mumbled sleepily. He waited, but nothing came. “It takes a little out of the making it up to me part if I have to do most of the work, James.” He smirked.
“What would you like me to do?” James asked, voice small and quiet. He continued to stroke Theodore’s soft hair.
“You’re going to put me back to sleep if you keep doing that.” Theodore laughed quietly, chest shaking gently. He peered up at James. “Besides… I think there’s something going on in that head of yours. Surely you can think of something…”
“Something that you… don’t have to move?”
“I don’t mind moving. I just don’t have the energy to do it myself.” Theodore corrected, “Why? Thinking of carrying me upstairs to bed?”
James gingerly slipped out from underneath him, coming to stand on his feet. He leaned down and scooped Theodore into his arms wordlessly.
Theodore shifted and wiggled against him, suddenly finding himself in the air.
“I’ve got you, love.” James murmured.
Theodore wrapped his arms around James’s neck, nestling into his strong, sinewy shoulder.
James took slow and careful steps as he ascended the stairs to the master bedroom. He gently laid Theodore down onto the large feather bed, cautious of his hurt knee. He shifted back upright and rhythmically removed his uniform, hanging it in its place.
Theodore watched silently, one hand resting on his chest, as he breathed slowly and deeply.
When he had finished undressing, James turned back to his lover. With delicate and tender care, he guided Theodore’s loose-fitting shirt over his head, tossing it onto a chair back. He slid his hands down Theodore’s sides as he lay back down, long fingers slipping past the waistline of his breeches.
James grinned deviously when Theodore’s hips rose off the bed in automatic and unconscious response. He tugged at the laces, and pulled the breeches down to his ankles. He paused for a teasing moment before removing them completely.
“James…” Theodore breathed, inhaling sharply as James’s hands came down on the dense muscles of his legs.
“I was going to earn your forgiveness for my rashness,” James said, as he dipped his head down low, “unless, of course,” he pursed his lips and blew gently across the inside of Theodore’s thigh, purposefully ignoring his half-hard cock, “you’d just like to leave it at carrying you to bed?”
Theodore gasped, his unharmed leg shifting and twisting; his toes on his injured side twitched.
James continued to grin, “I thought not.”
Theodore moaned when James took him completely into his mouth.
James never lost eye contact as he begun to swirl his tongue around Theodore’s thickening cock. Nimble hands curled around Theodore’s parted legs, slowly and teasingly slipping upwards.
Theodore arched his back, heals digging into the mattress. He felt pangs of resistance from his knee, and slid, coming back down onto the mattress.
“Shh…” James lifted his head, breath brushing against the wet tip of his lover’s length. He reached up to stroke his sides, and then gently touched his knee.
Theodore began to melt into the bed with James’s slow ministrations, easing the tension from his body. His chest heaved with each movement of James’s hand and mouth. He let out a cry as James’s teeth grazed across rock-hard flesh.
James increased his rhythm. He could feel the differences in Theodore’s responses. The medicine had nearly put him to sleep earlier, and now he felt sluggish and even slurred movements against him.
Theodore’s eyes rolled back into his head and he thrust his hips upward. His bucking was wild and unbalanced, his injured knee held still and slightly bent.
“Jaaames…” He moaned between heated and fast breaths. “Oh god…” He let out a loud groan.
James squeezed his thighs, drawing his tongue across the velvety skin. He nearly let Theodore slide from his mouth, before plunging back down.
Theodore’s toes curled around the sheets and he arched his back in a sharp angle. He groaned loudly, shuttering James’s name as he let himself go and came into the wet heat.
James gently sucked him clean before drawing back, allowing the softening shaft to slip from his mouth. He blew lightly against wetted skin before slowly shifting up with a fluttery trial of light kisses against Theodore’s belly and chest.
Theodore made a soft noise of content as James nibbled lightly at his neck. He licked his dry lips and tilted his had as James nuzzled his cheek.
James smiled and kissed him.
Theodore could taste the light hint of himself, mixed with the sweet and spicy taste of his love.
James lay against him, taking him into his arms. “Feel better, Teddy?” He murmured into his ear.
Theodore smiled softly, sinking into James’s arms in a haze of sleep and passion, “Yes.”
“Am I forgiven?”
“Of course, James.”
Summery: Theo is asleep. James misinterprets.
Prompt: 7. Sloth
Pairing: Grovington
Genre: POTC
Rating: Hard R/NC-17
Author: Rebecca (alienstars2004 / Blueberry Pancakes)
Warnings: Slash
Feedback: Yes, please.
Author’s Notes: For 7_deadly_sins_ challenge
“Come in.” Andrew’s eyes flickered up quickly from the page in front of him as he scribed the last of the notes and added his signature at the bottom.
The heavy wooden door swung open and James stepped inside his lieutenants’ small, shared office.
“Oh, hello, Sir.” Andrew raised his head again, realizing whom it was, “I’ve almost got the reports done. I’ll have them all finished before I leave.”
James frowned slightly, but only momentarily. It was not like Andrew to be slow in his work. He looked over to the desk opposite of Andrew, and saw it was empty.
“Where’s Theo gotten off to?” He asked, the frown returning.
“Oh, he went home hours ago.”
“Hours?”
Andrew nodded.
“Did he do any of his share of the paperwork before he left?” James asked, annoyance lacing his voice.
“We started at the same time, but he didn’t last long.” Andrew shrugged. “I’m not attempting to ignore you, or be short, I’m just tying to finish these up so I can have something resembling an evening.” He added.
“No, no it’s quite all right.” James assured him, though he continued to wear a look of displeasure. “I’ll leave you to your work, Andrew. If you need me, I’ve stepped out for the day. I shall see you tomorrow.”
“Goodbye, James.” Andrew said, off handedly, as he continued to sort through the pages.
The corridors were quiet and his footsteps echoed off stone walls as James made his way quickly through them, stopping briefly at his office to collect a few of his affects. He was inwardly glad he was able to slip away unnoticed, though the thought did not pervade his mind for long, as it was on other matters.
He decided to let himself in the backdoor when he arrived home, for no particular reason, other than to take a quick glance at the garden in the back.
The house was silent, which was of little surprise. He didn’t know for certain that Theodore would have come here, but it was a good guess. He hung his coat and went into the parlor. It was there he found Theodore, lying on the couch, fast asleep, mouth slightly open in a quiet snore.
James walked softly up to the couch.
After a moment, Theodore seemed to sense the new presence in the room. He shifted, lips moving to form incoherent syllables. Brown eyes slowly opened and he gazed sleepily up at James. He smiled loosely.
“Hullo, love.” He worked himself down the couch a bit, and lifted his shoulders up, giving James a small space to sit down.
James sat down after a moment of hesitation, and Theodore lay back down, resting his head in James’s lap.
Theodore gazed up at him with sleep-hazed eyes. “You’re home early.” He noted.
“I stopped by your office.” James said, emphasizing the possession. “And’ said you had gone home hours ago.”
“Mm, yes…” Theodore nodded slightly, blinking slowly, “I almost made it to bed, this time.”
James opened his mouth, to ask why, pray tell, Theodore had left his duty and his post early, leaving all the paperwork to his friend and fellow officer, to come home and sleep, no less. But the words died before they even left his mouth. The frown on his face was now worn for a different reason.
“Almost made it to bed, this time?” He repeated, “Theo… what do you mean?”
Theodore sighed, obviously oblivious to James’s annoyance, and concern, “It’s the bloody medicine… I’m not in pain anymore, true, but I can’t hardly keep my eyes open, half the time.” He yawned widely.
James’s eyes widened, “Medicine?”
“The one the surgeon gave me. I tried to not take it, but then I abandoned that hope and I just came home this morning.” Theodore explained off handedly, “I hadn’t gotten into the fort more than an hour earlier.”
“Why would he have given you medicine? And pain? Teddy… why didn’t I know you were in pain? What’s happened?” James asked in a rush of seemingly breathless questions.
Theodore opened his eyes again, brows furrowing, “For my knee.” He said, feeling it was obvious.
“What happened to your knee?”
“Other than being nearly obliterated?” Theodore raised an eyebrow. “I know I’m exaggerating, but bloody hell it felt like it right when it happened…”
“It?! Teddy!”
“James… calm down.”
“No! No, I won’t! You’re hurt! And I didn’t even know about it!”
“You didn’t know?”
“No! When did this all happen?”
“Yesterday, when I checking over that shipment… You do remember sending me down there to do that, right?”
“Yes, yes of course I remember that. I was going to myself, but then… oh, oh no…”
“Oh no, what?”
“I sent you in my stead…”
“Yes…”
“And you’ve been hurt! Teddy, oh, Teddy…”
Theodore laughed, “It’s hardly your fault, James. Unless you somehow purposefully put a rotten plank at the top of the stairs on that specific ship just before I got there.”
James’s eyes only widened, “You didn’t fall down the entire flight of stairs, did you?”
“Define “entire.””
“Teddy!”
“I told you I nearly obliterated my knee. But it’s fine, now. Just sore, and stiff.”
James was not comforted.
Theodore’s mouth turned to a lightly etched frown, “James… What’s wrong?”
James didn’t answer immediately.
“You already know I don’t mind that you didn’t know I was hurt. Did And’ not say anything, you said you saw him, today?”
“I suppose he thought I already knew.” James admitted. “I had…” He started, but stopped himself.
“You had…?”
James relented, slowly, “I had come to see exactly why you’d abandoned your duty and post, leaving Andrew with all the work… and to give you a stern reproach for it.” He admitted, guiltily.
Theodore blinked.
“Teddy, Teddy love, I’m sorry. I honestly am. I had no idea. I don’t, I don’t mind that you’ve taken off the day. You can take as many as you need. I didn’t realize you were hurt. How do you feel now? Do you need anything?” James didn’t seem to take notice to Theodore’s bored look, or the soft smile that crossed his lips.
“I suppose I could have told you, instead of assuming you’d hear. Then again, I haven’t seen you since then, have I?” Theodore sighed, pondering idly.
“Teddy…” James brought his hands up, one coming to cup the side of his face, the other gently stroking his dark hair. “I’m sorry. I never should have jumped to conclusions.”
“James… you can stop talking.”
“I… what?”
Theodore laughed quietly. “If you’d have shut your mouth you would have heard that it was quite clear that I don’t care.”
James pressed his lips together.
“Don’t feel guilty. Oh, bugger- of course you can’t help it.”
“I… how can I make it up to you?”
“You don’t have to, James.” Theodore closed his eyes, letting himself sink into James’s lap contently. He opened them again a few moments later, still feeling the nervous stroking of James’s fingers. He sighed. “All right.”
“What?”
“You can make it up to me. Pick something. I don’t care what. Just so long as it doesn’t involve me moving under my own power.” Theodore mumbled sleepily. He waited, but nothing came. “It takes a little out of the making it up to me part if I have to do most of the work, James.” He smirked.
“What would you like me to do?” James asked, voice small and quiet. He continued to stroke Theodore’s soft hair.
“You’re going to put me back to sleep if you keep doing that.” Theodore laughed quietly, chest shaking gently. He peered up at James. “Besides… I think there’s something going on in that head of yours. Surely you can think of something…”
“Something that you… don’t have to move?”
“I don’t mind moving. I just don’t have the energy to do it myself.” Theodore corrected, “Why? Thinking of carrying me upstairs to bed?”
James gingerly slipped out from underneath him, coming to stand on his feet. He leaned down and scooped Theodore into his arms wordlessly.
Theodore shifted and wiggled against him, suddenly finding himself in the air.
“I’ve got you, love.” James murmured.
Theodore wrapped his arms around James’s neck, nestling into his strong, sinewy shoulder.
James took slow and careful steps as he ascended the stairs to the master bedroom. He gently laid Theodore down onto the large feather bed, cautious of his hurt knee. He shifted back upright and rhythmically removed his uniform, hanging it in its place.
Theodore watched silently, one hand resting on his chest, as he breathed slowly and deeply.
When he had finished undressing, James turned back to his lover. With delicate and tender care, he guided Theodore’s loose-fitting shirt over his head, tossing it onto a chair back. He slid his hands down Theodore’s sides as he lay back down, long fingers slipping past the waistline of his breeches.
James grinned deviously when Theodore’s hips rose off the bed in automatic and unconscious response. He tugged at the laces, and pulled the breeches down to his ankles. He paused for a teasing moment before removing them completely.
“James…” Theodore breathed, inhaling sharply as James’s hands came down on the dense muscles of his legs.
“I was going to earn your forgiveness for my rashness,” James said, as he dipped his head down low, “unless, of course,” he pursed his lips and blew gently across the inside of Theodore’s thigh, purposefully ignoring his half-hard cock, “you’d just like to leave it at carrying you to bed?”
Theodore gasped, his unharmed leg shifting and twisting; his toes on his injured side twitched.
James continued to grin, “I thought not.”
Theodore moaned when James took him completely into his mouth.
James never lost eye contact as he begun to swirl his tongue around Theodore’s thickening cock. Nimble hands curled around Theodore’s parted legs, slowly and teasingly slipping upwards.
Theodore arched his back, heals digging into the mattress. He felt pangs of resistance from his knee, and slid, coming back down onto the mattress.
“Shh…” James lifted his head, breath brushing against the wet tip of his lover’s length. He reached up to stroke his sides, and then gently touched his knee.
Theodore began to melt into the bed with James’s slow ministrations, easing the tension from his body. His chest heaved with each movement of James’s hand and mouth. He let out a cry as James’s teeth grazed across rock-hard flesh.
James increased his rhythm. He could feel the differences in Theodore’s responses. The medicine had nearly put him to sleep earlier, and now he felt sluggish and even slurred movements against him.
Theodore’s eyes rolled back into his head and he thrust his hips upward. His bucking was wild and unbalanced, his injured knee held still and slightly bent.
“Jaaames…” He moaned between heated and fast breaths. “Oh god…” He let out a loud groan.
James squeezed his thighs, drawing his tongue across the velvety skin. He nearly let Theodore slide from his mouth, before plunging back down.
Theodore’s toes curled around the sheets and he arched his back in a sharp angle. He groaned loudly, shuttering James’s name as he let himself go and came into the wet heat.
James gently sucked him clean before drawing back, allowing the softening shaft to slip from his mouth. He blew lightly against wetted skin before slowly shifting up with a fluttery trial of light kisses against Theodore’s belly and chest.
Theodore made a soft noise of content as James nibbled lightly at his neck. He licked his dry lips and tilted his had as James nuzzled his cheek.
James smiled and kissed him.
Theodore could taste the light hint of himself, mixed with the sweet and spicy taste of his love.
James lay against him, taking him into his arms. “Feel better, Teddy?” He murmured into his ear.
Theodore smiled softly, sinking into James’s arms in a haze of sleep and passion, “Yes.”
“Am I forgiven?”
“Of course, James.”