ISAAC TREVILLE + RENE ANDREWS
THE NAME PORTHOS GETS USED IN A HEATED MOMENT
PG (MENTION OF PTSD DREAMS) | COMPLETE
It hadn’t been especially long shift, but Isaac was still tired. His sleep had been wonky lately. Weird dreams and a general sense of things being off but not really being able to put a name to it. Sometimes he’d see something and it would make him think of Paris of all places. Not that he hadn’t loved his trip to Paris, but this was different. It was like looking in a cloudy mirror and it gave him a headache. He had a small one now.
There was a small extra breakroom in the firehouse that didn’t get used as often as the one with a kitchen. It was dark now, in the middle of the night. He snuck inside and flipped the switch for the dimmest light in the corner. Rene was behind him. He’d been making eyes and Isaac had made some back, and well, their shift was almost over anyway. Maybe it would help the drumbeat in his head go away. Rene’s company usually helped in one way or another.
“Hey, it smells like lemon in here. Somebody must’ve cleaned up for once,” Isaac joked, turning to walk a few steps backwards with a crooked smile growing on his face.
“It was me,” Rene bragged, grin on his face. “I know how to show someone a good time.” And it wasn’t a lie - the cleaning, or showing someone a good time. It was a quieter day, which was welcome since things had been going a bit haywire this week. But he’d found himself with a few free hours throughout the day and time to clean.
And time to make sex eyes as Isaac as the firefighter went about his own daily duties. It was hard to stop himself, especially when the weight room was being used or he leaned over or-- hell, these days all he had to do was breathe and Rene was there with heart eyes. It was almost as concerning as his normal PTSD-laden dreams became a little more specific, involving swords. But Isaac had been there too, so somehow, that helped.
Being revved up for the last hour of their shift and not normally being one to go at it during work hours (even if he reminded himself the alarm would sound even in here), he had the door shut behind him and Isaac pushed up against the counter before another minute passed. He ghosted his lips over Issac’s beard, still grinning. “I should’ve gone with vanilla, but last time someone complained that it smelled like a bakery.”
Isaac chuckled and let himself be cornered all too happily. One of his favorite things about Rene was his confidence and how he took control of things sometimes. Too often people he’d been intimate with wanted him to be the one in control always, and while he enjoyed be the one setting the pace, he liked being manhandled from time to time too.
He pulled Rene in snug by his hips and hummed as Rene brushed in not quite close enough to his mouth. “Don’t know what’s wrong with smellin’ like a bakery. But I like the lemon anyway. Makes me think you could bend me over this nice clean counter here…” He waggled his eyebrows and dove in for a kiss. Good firefighter or not, Isaac was weak for his best friend.
“My clean counters wouldn't stay very clean then, now would they?” Rene joked, pushing in a little harder and maneuvering Isaac around with his hands. Finally (as if somehow the last three minutes had felt like a lifetime) he leaned in for a quick, passionate kiss, waiting until they were both breathless before pulling away to glance at his watch. “We have ten minutes before the shift is over, I don’t know how messy you can make it in ten minutes.”
With a grin, he leaned in again, his mouth practically paving a path of want and need, hands roaming places they’d certainly get in trouble for if the Captain walked in. But that didn’t stop him - rarely did.
His mouth was on Isaac’s collarbone when he spoke up again, words driving themselves now. “I think I’m willing to find out if you are, Porthos.”
Isaac almost didn’t catch the slip. It was just so bloody easy to get wrapped up in touching Rene and being close to him. He’d been marking his own path with his mouth down the column of Rene’s neck when the name dropped. He froze there for a moment. It was strange how name didn’t immediately feel like someone else’s. There was no jealousy, for instance, which would normally have flashed at least a little with Rene using any name but his own while they were being intimate.
“Porthos, hm?” Isaac pulled back, one eyebrow lifted as high as it would go. A smirk teased at his mouth and his stare was curious and amused instead of judging. “Are we roleplaying? You should warn a guy, Rene.”
“Uh-” Okay, so admittedly, he didn’t know what to say to that. Or how to even reply to the fact that he’d used another person’s name. It would be something to laugh about, if he actually knew the person in question. And he wasn’t one to shy away from the fact that he enjoyed having lovers, either.
Though, it was familiar a familiar name. Through fiction, he supposed, but somehow it just felt more than that, or like it should be more. Another odd feeling, given his own in regards to Isaac most recently. Rene’s eyes squinted as he leaned away just a little, clearly confused. “As much as I’d love to see you dress up, I don’t actually know where that came from.”
“Huh.” Isaac was surprised. He’d expected this to go somewhere amusing and dirty. It was strangely a little more worrying that it hadn’t. He didn’t let that feeling show right away, though, just smirked a little more crookedly and planted his feet so he could lean against the counter behind him with Rene in between his thighs.
“Thought for sure you’d say something like, I’ve been watching Musketeer movies and I need to see you handle your sword.” He waggled his eyebrows, then got a little more serious. “Weird shit’s being going around lately. Dreams and whatnot.” It was on the tip of his tongue to mention his own dreams, and how the Frenchness of Rene’s slip was bloody interesting. He squinted. “Maybe that rain was irradiated after all.”
Rene winced, fairly certain that maybe he should have played it off that way. He knew Isaac was typically more jealous than he was, but at the same time, it was reasonably a better choice than talking about the dreams they’d all been having. “Ah- would you believe me if I’ve been dreaming of France regardless? And that I would like to see you handle your sword?”
Neither of those were a lie, and he threw them in with a flirty smile, trying to decide if he should dive back in or give into the idea of a talk. The talk won, as it so often did with him. “Dreams are nothing new for me - combat, soldiering, that sort of thing. But dreaming about shooting people with muskets and stabbing them with swords is different.”
“Maybe if you hadn’t phrased it like you’re not really sure about either of those things,” Isaac teased. Rene acting uncertain was rare. Flirting to distract, now that was normal. Isaac smirked and reached up to move some of Rene’s wayward hair off his temple to so he could place a kiss there. The musket mention caught up with him, triggering a sense memory that made no sense. The smell of gunpowder and Rene saying the words oops, I forgot the ball with a smirky shithead smile.
Isaac frowned and pulled back. The memory faded fast. He still felt a little off-kilter, but smoothing his wide hands up Rene’s arms soothed him. “Muskets are a new one. Swords...had a dream with swords too. And...old timey France, believe it or not. We might be sharin’ a brain after all these years,” he smiled softly.
“There are worse things.” Rene replied softly, still grinning from the gentle kiss. It was so like Isaac to be a gentle giant, while a brute elsewhere, and something he would forever clutch to him. “Muskets are rather specific, aren’t they? I thought that I was just having more focused vivid dreams, but.. This is different. Not waking up in a sweat is nice, though, I have to admit that.”
He leaned forward, pressing into Isaac again, enjoying the firm weight between the pair as he ran a hand up his best friend’s side. It was a slow, deliberate measure, keeping his fingers away from anything too distracting, but enjoying just the feel. “I know no matter what it is, you and I still have something of a linked destiny, though.”
“I bloody well hope so,” Isaac murmured, affectionate and a weird kind of protectiveness swelling up in his chest. Thinking about Rene having darker dreams, not-fun gifts from PTSD, made him want to ask Rene to move in. But damn near everything made him want to ask Rene to move in. “Weird dreams or not, I don’t...really know how to do any of this without you anymore.”
His smile went a little self-deprecating. It was a little sappy, he knew that. But it was true. “On that note,” he smirked, “you wanna come and bunk with me tonight? We could see if these dreams keep up. Among other things.”
Oh. Those words made his chest tighten considerably, and Rene had to huff out a breath to keep it in check. In a good way. Which was hilarious in his own mind, considering how he either ran as far away from anything that sounded vaguely like commitment, or was ready to marry the person after a month. With Isaac, they’d known each other for so long, and had been connected for most of that time in at least some way.
It seemed only natural with him, to know that they were linked. “I hope you never have to,” soft voice, soft heart, Rene didn’t hold himself back from another kiss. “I’d love to. Bunk over, that is, and keeping up other things is never an issue with you.”
Isaac hummed against Rene’s mouth. He didn’t want to think about the reasons no one could really swear they’d be around forever. They’d both had enough of that to know it firsthand. If Isaac had any say in the matter, he’d fight Death himself to keep Rene by his side. Weird how that feeling suddenly felt old, like it spanned a couple lifetimes.
“Glad we got that planned settled. Got a bit of a headache and I could really do with havin’ a nurse around.” Isaac smiled slowly, more loving than leering, though there was always a bit of that too. “In return, maybe I can scrounge up somethin’ that resembles a Musketeer costume for ya.”
“Since you have a headache, I suppose it isn’t fair to see what you’re willing to cook for us, as well.” It could never be said that his flirtations weren’t ruled by food, at least a few times over. But the grin that accompanied it was teasing.
“I can call you Porthos a few more times and nurse you back to health in some way that doesn’t involve leeches, if you’d like.” With that, he had a flash of stitches, and Isaac’s naked back entered his mind, enough to give him pause and have to shake it off. “Now I’m just imagining you naked, so I think we’ll have to go with that one instead. Not that dressing up isn’t pleasurable, but.. You. Naked.”
Isaac lifted his head and barked out a laugh. “Don’t worry, Aramis--“ He meant it teasingly but just saying the name sent a strange zip up his spine. He had to swallow twice before he could start walking Rene towards the door, stealing little kisses as he went. They helped ground him in the moment and not whatever weirdness had haunted this conversation.
“I’ll take care of your stomach,” he promised. “Just like I’ll take care of the rest of you.”
The difference in name sent a shiver through his body, and somehow warmed his stomach enough that he gave Isaac a knowing, hot gaze. “Mmm, c’mon.” Reaching down, he threaded their fingers together and tugged the firefighter along with him. “We need to go now so I can get you naked and not worry about waking up our fellow heroes.”