Porthos du Vallon (humanhurricane) wrote in the100, @ 2016-04-14 19:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, !storybrooke, aramis, porthos |
Storybrooke: Rene d'Herblay & Isaac Anthony
WHO: Rene d’Herblay (Aramis) & Isaac Anthony (Porthos)
WHEN: April 10th, 2016
WHERE: Rene’s house.
WHAT: Rene has Isaac over for dinner and years of UST comes to a head while they’re doing the dishes.
WARNING: PG at worst. I mean, Rene's a priest but it’s just a kiss, some sappiness, and some talk about ~guilt~
“Alright, even I have to admit that salad wasn’t all demons,” Rene may not have been much of a cook - or ever kept anything in the fridge besides leftovers that were gifted to him and drinks, but keeping a tidy house was one of his … rules. After a meal of taco casserole and the delightful salad Isaac had prepared, and going through an entire bottle of wine, he had pulled his friend into the kitchen to do dishes with him. Sleeves rolled up, arms elbow-deep in suds while he washed dishes, far too tipsy to be doing the cleaning any justice, and one glance over at Isaac drying things off had him staring. He was used to staring at Isaac. Usually when his friend wasn’t paying attention, sometimes when they were alone, most often they were in a crowded room and nobody noticed. Now, he was too far gone and too far obvious, but he attempted a half-hearted clearing of his throat anyway. “Thank you for talking me down off of my soap box today. And for not punching anyone.” Isaac was trying very hard not to stare, harder than usual, when he half-assed it and generally failed. After the talk they’d had, he felt a little guilty. Scratch that, guiltier. But full up on wine and food, he was defenseless against Rene’s, well, everything. Between his hair curling in the steam and those damn rolled up sleeves, Rene could’ve hit him with the dish he was handing off and it wouldn’t have changed the dazed expression on Isaac’s face by much. The fact that Rene was looking back... “--Hm? Oh. Yeah, sure. Anytime,” Isaac chuckled under his breath and turned his attention back to the casserole dish he was drying. “Though, I’m not really sure I talked you down so much as listened. Fact is, anytime you need me to jump on that particular soapbox with you, I’m there.” Isaac smirked over at Rene, holding the glass dish up to show he could look right through it. “What was that again about my salad, though…?” Much more of that and Rene could’ve got lost in Isaac’s eyes. His everything, really. What had started out as an apprehensive reforming of Isaac had turned swiftly into a friendship, and Rene wasn’t sure now how he could do without Isaac. Rene might have helped him get back on his feet in the start, but Isaac offered him something Rene hadn’t had in a long time - true friendship, and a kinship that was as close as family as one could get. On more than one occasion he wished he would have met Isaac before he became a Priest. Which likely made him an even worse man of God, hoping for that. But if things had been different- Not that he was very good at what he did, anyway. Or, at least, following the rules of the Church. He was very good with the people, the children, the sermons. But having carnal thoughts about your best friend - and numerous affairs with women along the way - wasn’t exactly smiled upon. “I’m not building your ego even more, I already served my compliment.” Grinning down at the dishes, he scrubbed another plate clean, hands full of soap and suds. “But sometimes that’s just what I need, to talk myself around in a circle before doing something dumb- Not that we both haven’t done our fair share of dumb things.” He reached out and clasped a soapy hand on Isaac’s shoulder. “You complete me-- Oops.” Setting aside the casserole dish, Isaac turned to lean a hip against the counter. He tossed his damp towel over his shoulder and pushed up the sleeves of his henley. It was easier to focus on how his sleeves were damp at the wrists then to think about how Rene was ultimately saying Isaac was an important part of his life. It wasn’t that Isaac thought he was disposable. It was that Rene was so fucking crucial to him that it was a relief to think he could be nearly as important in return. Even if things would never be the way he daydreamed, Isaac could be happy like this. He could be happy if Rene was happy and in his life. Though the touching was kind of a problem. Not that anyone would know, looking at Isaac and the way he dropped his amused gaze to Rene’s wet and bubble-covered hand on his shoulder. “Just had to pick the shoulder without the towel, huh?” he teased, leaning into Rene’s space with a crooked smile. Damn wine. This was one of the reasons he didn't drink much. “Addin’ this to your dumb things list, f-y-i. Unless you’re tryin’ to get me out of my shirt. In which case…,” Isaac looked down at himself and then lifted a lazy eyebrow at Rene. “...You’ll have to get me a little more wet than that.” Rene laughed, a full-bodied, stomach muscles moving and aching type of laugh. He patted again, fluffing the bubbles a little before leaning over to wipe his hand on Isaac’s towel, eyebrows wagging. He still had the wine coursing through his blood and the weight of an argument with the Deacon in the back of his head. It was a little like having an Angel and a Devil both on your shoulder- No, that was blasphemy. And he’d never consider the Deacon an Angel. “I can do that if you really want, but I have a feeling we’d make more of a mess to clean up and--” Rene shrugged, glancing around the small kitchen with a wrinkle of his nose. No thank you. He still hadn’t taken his hand off of Isaac. It was noticeable, and finally when he glanced back, eyes heated as he looked his friend over before finally giving up and clearing his throat. “We should-” Get this done. The job. He could’ve said a dozen things and all of them were more appropriate than where his mind actually took them, which was to push him forward into Isaac’s personal space bubble, one brief glance down at the bigger man’s lips before up again to meet his eyes. “Finish what we started.” There were a long few seconds there where Isaac didn’t even blink. He watched Rene’s face, watched the thoughts play across those beautiful features, and unconsciously held his breath. Because there’d been moments before when he’d thought Rene was making some kind of move, only to be jerked back into reality by some outside force, some disruption, or one of them blinking out of it like waking from dream. There was no one here but them, though. And this was no dream. Probably be best if it was a dream. Because Isaac wasn’t sure he had it in him to be the one to blink, not this time. The silence stretched on before Rene finished his sentence, so close Isaac would’ve had to stop breathing altogether for them not to touch. Instead, he took a deep breath, tilted his head, and reached up to trace Rene’s jawline with his thumb. “Pretty sure I would’ve remembered if we started somethin’,” he whispered, the edges of his mouth curling into the ghost of a smile. “And I’m damn sure I wouldn’t want it to ever be finished.” Rene knew he should’ve backed off. Isaac deserved far better than a terrible priest and friend perving on him after they’d had a bottle of wine - not to mention all of the implications of just how easily he could get thrown out of the Church. But truth be told, that last part was no longer the threat it would’ve been years ago. Now, he wasn’t sure if it was where he wanted to be. But one thing he was sure of was that this was where he wanted to be. Right here, with a man that had become as important to him as breathing. And now, standing this close without making a move was akin to drowning. Fuck. He huffed out an easy laugh, the kind that made one corner of his mouth curl up and his cheeks flush slightly. “I meant the dishes, but-” But really, they weren’t talking about the dishes. No point of this conversation had really been about the dishes. Looking up at Isaac through his eyelashes confirmed that, and he finally sent up a silent prayer before diving in, pushing Isaac back against the counter and lowering his mouth to his. Isaac had almost enough time to get a good panic going. If his stupid, selfish heart had just ruined the best thing in his life, he'd never forgive himself. But in the second it took to lean back, Isaac realized Rene had laughed the warm way he often did, nothing tense or upset about it. It was enough to let Isaac take a breath…right before Rene took it away again. Worry got buried pretty fucking fast. With Rene's mouth on his and the press of the counter against his back, Isaac was lucky he only dunked one hand in the soap-filled sink. Not that he noticed. Pushing boths hands - one dry, one sopping wet - into Rene’s hair, Isaac made a quiet, crazy sound somewhere between happy and wounded, and kissed back with a little less restraint than he prided himself on having. But then, he was kissing his best friend. His priest best friend. Restraint seemed like a moot point when he was probably going to hell anyway. Breaking off to drag in a breath, Isaac curled his fingers tighter into René’s hair and smirked against the corner of his mouth. His brain was having a hard time with words. Which is probably why the ones he breathlessly laughed out were so dumb. “Fuck. Iiii….definitely just got dirty dishwater in your hair.” “I’ll shower later,” Rene murmured against Isaac’s lips, not wanting to pull away fully. Pulling away would mean ruining the moment, and right now, dirty soapy hands and all, it was perfect. Mind tingling, stomach knotting, blood rushing perfect. His heart was pounding a mile a minute, and his own hands were drifting from Isaac’s henley down to grasp his hips, fingers digging in almost painfully. To so many of his fellow men of God, this was wrong. This was going to send him to Hell, it was going against everything. The lack of celibacy, he could agree with. It was always his one true failing when it came to the word of the Church, of his teachings. But he had his own beliefs, and they stemmed from God being a warm and accepting person, just as Jesus was, and Rene had always refused to believe that this, action between two people of the same sex, was wrong. There were so many sins people could be judged for, love never factored into it. But there was that worry that Isaac would pull away, or disagree this was a step either of them should be taking. Worry that was clear in his eyes, now that they were no longer kissing. “Is this-” he paused, swallowing the lump in his throat. “Is this alright? Are you all right?” Isaac’s eyebrows creeped up at the shower comment, but outside of brushing his nose along the edge of Rene’s nose and smirking harder, he managed not to say anything filthy. He stashed away a few things, for later, when his heart wasn’t drumming out a hard rhythm in his chest. But Rene’s questions snapped Isaac out of his haze, where he’d been quietly enjoying the feeling of Rene’s hands on his hips. “Am I alright?” He pulled his fingers out of Rene’s hair, but didn’t pull away, just rested his thumbs at Rene’s collarbone and ducked his head a little to lock eyes with him. “I think I should be askin’ you that question. I mean, I’m...I’m fucking great. But I know this isn’t--I’m not--” Isaac inhaled loudly through his nose, squinting a frown. He really, really didn’t want to say what he said next, but looking at the worry in Rene’s eyes, Isaac had no choice. “Should I go?” Isaac whispered. At first, Rene’s chest constricted tightly. He was fully prepared to move away, shift out of Isaac’s grip, but Isaac still had his hands on him and he couldn’t will himself to do it. ’I’m fucking great’ tugged even more at his heart, and Rene’s laugh was breathless and full of relief. His fingers flexed against Isaac’s hip once more and he ducked his head in, mouth trailing lightly over Isaac’s jawline, their short beards rubbing like sandpaper together. “I hope you don’t,” Rene breathed out, eyes closing for just a second. “I know I’m asking too much of you- I don’t-” He paused, trying to gather his disjointed thoughts into something more structured. Eloquent. “If this is too much for you, I’d understand. I don’t want to make you regret anything, Isaac.” Isaac smiled, slow and painfully lovestruck. He circled a hand around the back of René’s neck and squeezed. He'd done it a million times, of course, but never like this. Never with Rene’s lips on his jaw and the open invitation to catch those lips in a chaste kiss. “It’s not too much for me. I mean, it is, but it’s...not,” Isaac snorted, caressing Rene’s neck with his thumb. “It’s good, is what I mean. I know I'm not supposed to think that...but, well, I've never been good with rules.” Sheepish really wasn't his thing, either. Once he decided something, and the consequences didn't immediately kick him in the ass, Isaac pushed forward like a bull running right at a matador. Isaac held tighter to Rene and spun them, so Rene was the one pressed against the counter. “You’re the one thing in my life that’s always felt right,” he said simply.. “So if there's gonna be regret here, it’s gonna have to be on your end.” “You, never been good with rules?” Rene snorted out a laugh as they were flipped, stifling a groan. He was easily thrown around in most relationships, and he could even admit he liked it, especially when Isaac did it. Much more of it and he’d be ripping Isaac’s clothes off here in the kitchen. And praying for that sin later. His eyes drifted closed again, smile drifting up his lips. “Ay dios mio,” The Spanish came naturally to him, but usually only when Rene got especially flustered, as he was now. “Así, la muerte de mí.” You will be the death of me. It was an exaggeration, but right now he felt his heart was restricting as his chest closed in. All because of the larger man pushing up against him and making comments about how Rene was the only thing that felt right. He let out a breath, and brought his hand up to caress the side of Isaac’s face. “There is no regret. But things would have to stay-- quiet. For now. Until I decide-” Until he made the decision to leave the Church or not. “Hey, yeah, of course,” Isaac murmured, pressing his cheek into Rene’s hand. “I can keep a secret.” Just the thought of the kind of backlash Rene would get for such an affair - not just the gossip, but the real thing - was enough to turn Isaac’s stomach. And not in the enjoyable butterflies way that all that heated Spanish had managed. Speaking of heated… Isaac’s expression brightened as he kissed Rene’s palm and pulled away. The timer on the oven couldn’t have been better timed, really. His hand was already on the potholder he’d left to the side when he got to apartment and put the molten chocolate cakes in the oven for after dinner. Pulling two ramekins out of the oven, Isaac set them on the counter with a grin. “Now how about I give you another reason to kiss me. There’s salted caramel in the middle.” Isaac leaned against the counter, at ease undressing Rene with his mischievous eyes but not in any hurry to push. He could be eerily patient when he had a damn good reason. “Trust me, you’ll love it.” Rene’s eyes were full of promise, and a little worry, especially as the timer went off and Isaac was turned away from him. It was far too much to ask of anyone, he knew that, and he wasn’t the sort to make someone suffer for long periods of time. Isaac was far more accepting than Rene deserved. And could he bake. Rene didn’t stifle this moan, instead he let it draw out as he leaned in, half tempted to drag Isaac off and come back to dessert later. “Sounds like the perfect reason to kiss you again, you’re right.” |