GetLaid25-Bedivere-"Happens All the Time"
Title: Happens All the Time
Author: Lady Bedivere
Fandom: Arthurian
Pairing: Bedivere/Agravaine
Rating: PG-13
Words: 310
Disclaimer: Contrary to popular belief, I do not own Sir Bedivere or any Arthurian Legends.
Summary: Taking the concept of "Well screw you!" literally.
Notes/Warnings: Implied sex, as usual.
“You’re a bastard.”
“No, I’m an arsehole. Mordred’s a bastard. If you’re going to insult me, at least use the proper terminology.”
Agravaine, sitting on the foot of the bed, glared darkly at Bedivere. Bedivere leaned casually against the wall at the head of it, gazing back evenly at the young man over a mug of ale. As he started to take a drink, Agravaine spoke again.
“Why don’t you just leave?”
Bedivere snorted into his mug. “It’s my house, you lembo. If you want to go, fine. Nobody’s stopping you. Don’t forget your trousers on the way out. It makes the girls nervous when they find them in the bedsheets while we’re in the act.”
“Go to hell.”
“Ladies first.”
Bedivere waited, but Agravaine didn’t make a move to punch him. Or to leave, for that matter. He simply scowled even more fervently and glared at the wall. Bedivere finished off his ale and got up, picking a tunic up from the floor and chucking it at the other man. “Get dressed already,” he said.
“Why, you expecting someone else?” asked Agravaine bitterly.
Bedivere turned and looked at him. “Actually, I am. Either my brother or one of yours. We’re all supposed to be heading on our merry way to Camelot, remember?”
“You don’t have to talk to me like I’m stupid.”
“Then stop acting like you are, especially when I know you’re not.”
Agravaine looked up to see Bedivere looking at him intently. Then he furrowed his brow. “Did you just say something nice to me?”
Bedivere cocked his head to the side. “Hm. I guess I’ll need to spend more time with your brothers and get that out of my system. I think Mordred said he had the weekend free-”
The pillow hit him squarely in the face. “At least some of your aim is getting better.”
Author: Lady Bedivere
Fandom: Arthurian
Pairing: Bedivere/Agravaine
Rating: PG-13
Words: 310
Disclaimer: Contrary to popular belief, I do not own Sir Bedivere or any Arthurian Legends.
Summary: Taking the concept of "Well screw you!" literally.
Notes/Warnings: Implied sex, as usual.
“You’re a bastard.”
“No, I’m an arsehole. Mordred’s a bastard. If you’re going to insult me, at least use the proper terminology.”
Agravaine, sitting on the foot of the bed, glared darkly at Bedivere. Bedivere leaned casually against the wall at the head of it, gazing back evenly at the young man over a mug of ale. As he started to take a drink, Agravaine spoke again.
“Why don’t you just leave?”
Bedivere snorted into his mug. “It’s my house, you lembo. If you want to go, fine. Nobody’s stopping you. Don’t forget your trousers on the way out. It makes the girls nervous when they find them in the bedsheets while we’re in the act.”
“Go to hell.”
“Ladies first.”
Bedivere waited, but Agravaine didn’t make a move to punch him. Or to leave, for that matter. He simply scowled even more fervently and glared at the wall. Bedivere finished off his ale and got up, picking a tunic up from the floor and chucking it at the other man. “Get dressed already,” he said.
“Why, you expecting someone else?” asked Agravaine bitterly.
Bedivere turned and looked at him. “Actually, I am. Either my brother or one of yours. We’re all supposed to be heading on our merry way to Camelot, remember?”
“You don’t have to talk to me like I’m stupid.”
“Then stop acting like you are, especially when I know you’re not.”
Agravaine looked up to see Bedivere looking at him intently. Then he furrowed his brow. “Did you just say something nice to me?”
Bedivere cocked his head to the side. “Hm. I guess I’ll need to spend more time with your brothers and get that out of my system. I think Mordred said he had the weekend free-”
The pillow hit him squarely in the face. “At least some of your aim is getting better.”