They'd discussed it. They'd planned it. And frankly, even though things had been peculiar between them, there was no sense putting it off any longer
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Alcuin looked up from where he'd been lounging on his bed with a book. It was on the tip of his tongue to remind Giles that he needn't knock, as it was his room too while he was staying here... but then, he didn't really mind the other man's manners, when it came down to it.
"I think that's a lovely idea," he said, and closed his book, setting it aside, before rising from the bed. "You've drawn it out for me?"
"I have." He crossed the room and offered the book to Alcuin with a small half smile. Normally he would never given another person that particular book, but he found it unlikely that Alcuin didn't know anything inside. "Thank you for this," he added.
"You needn't thank me," Alcuin said. "This is for me as well." He opened the book to the marked page and looked down at the drawing. "I think it's perfect," he said. "The equipment is in the lab in the compound."
"If you've the time, I've the inclination." He bowed just a little and gestured to the door. "I suppose I shall have to make myself a bit presentable, first."
Waking up was a delicate proposition. There wasn't any room for denial; they'd left the room in quite a state, not to mention the blankets, and Giles had to admit he was rather sore himself.
Not nearly as sore as his lover, no doubt. But all the same.
The memories of what'd been done were enough to make him release his possessive grip with a flush, shifting away from Alcuin. By god. He needed to clear his head, find some way to make reparations. He couldn't even bring himself to look at Alcuin.
Alcuin woke a few moments later, perhaps because of the sudden loss of body heat surrounding him. He couldn't stop the soft groan from escaping him because the first thing he felt was a sore stiffness that seemed to permeate his entire body.
The events of the night before then rushed back into his mind. And he actually felt panic rise in his throat for a moment when he realized that Giles was no longer holding him.
"Rupert?" He turned onto his back and was relieved to see that the other man was still in the bed.
Alcuin reached toward him immediately laying a hand on his back, though there was actually a touch of uncharacteristic desperation in his voice when he said, "For you to not leave."
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"I think that's a lovely idea," he said, and closed his book, setting it aside, before rising from the bed. "You've drawn it out for me?"
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Not nearly as sore as his lover, no doubt. But all the same.
The memories of what'd been done were enough to make him release his possessive grip with a flush, shifting away from Alcuin. By god. He needed to clear his head, find some way to make reparations. He couldn't even bring himself to look at Alcuin.
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The events of the night before then rushed back into his mind. And he actually felt panic rise in his throat for a moment when he realized that Giles was no longer holding him.
"Rupert?" He turned onto his back and was relieved to see that the other man was still in the bed.
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