Aramis (romantichero) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2018-12-22 18:03:00 |
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December 19
PORTHOS ✦ ARAMIS ✦ ATHOS
All For One... PG COMPLETE |
Porthos might’ve spent a little too much time looking for mistletoe to get trapped under. But he was motivated by wanting to make sure Aramis’ today was a great deal better than his yesterday and that went a long way. In retrospect though, he probably should’ve bypassed the mistletoe that was tucked away in a rarely used doorway. He hadn’t seen a soul in ten minutes and he was beginning to think he’d given Aramis shoddy directions. Glowering down at his tablet, Porthos growled out a petulant, “Would serve me right to get stuck here all bloody day.” Not two minutes later, Athos very literally ran into Porthos. In his defense, he tried to take the seldom-used paths after training just because it meant that he could generally have peace and quiet and not have to worry about socializing with others. Usually, that is. He hadn't expected to find someone back here, much less that they'd be blocking the door. His next sentence was punctuated with recognizing who he'd run into and then why they were stopped under a doorway. "Sorry, I… Porthos, what…. Ah, I see." Athos took a deep breath. "Should I assume this was planned?" “Oof.” A flash of frustration passed over Porthos’ face before he looked up from his tablet and it turned into fondness instead. “Well, yeah. Not the Musketeer I was aiming to snare, but you won’t hear me complain.” "Your complaints are rare enough to be currency," remarked Athos, smirking and pulling off his hat. "I suppose the next question is if you want to continue waiting for Aramis, or if you'd like to be released to try again." Aramis had quietly approached from behind, apology on the tip of his tongue as he’d known he was late, but hearing voices had slowed him down. He didn’t give warning to his approach, or even his words, but his grin was very telling of his mood. “Oh no, by all means. Finders keepers, Athos.” Porthos only managed a hmm noise and a dramatic hand to his beard motion before Aramis’ interjection made him break character. He laughed and reached over to hook an arm around Athos’ shoulders. “Like I’d abandon you to wait for another rescue?” Mischief lit up his dark eyes and he reached out to pull Aramis in under the mistletoe with them. “All for one, and all that.” "And one for all," sighed Athos, having resigned himself to this life long ago. He also knew that with these two it'd be better to get it out of the way now instead of giving them a challenge, which would no doubt escalate it even further. Besides, they'd none of them ever had issues with showing affection. So, he too held out his arm for Aramis, mirroring Porthos. Aramis gave a delighted laugh when pulled in, hand going up to settle in the back of Porthos’ curly hair, tugging a little. His other hand took place on Athos’ bicep, enjoying the crowded feeling far more than their grumbling friend. “Do we both get to kiss Athos? Just to keep things fair?” “I mean, it’s that or he has to pick, and one of us gets to feel like the lesser Musketeer.” Porthos lifted his eyebrows like punctuation. Having watched Athos once plant a relieved kiss to the side of Aramis’ face, he was reasonably sure their old friend wasn’t that uncomfortable in this scenario. “Though I suppose we could do something like draw straws. What’s the verdict, Captain?” Athos spared a grin to his closest friends, though knew acutely that they were lacking D'Artagnan. "If I understand the Atlantis tradition, the one stuck is the one who receives the kiss. So I imagine that means we need to kiss you, Porthos." Passing a glance over to Aramis, he continued. "What do you think? Each a corner of that smirking mess he calls a mouth?" “I’ll have you know that the smirking mess is quite a delight and you’re missing out,” Aramis quipped back, coming to Porthos’ defense with a little smile. “I think if I say anything other than an agreement,” he leveled a little look on Porthos, “I would be insulting to Porthos here, so we’ll just go with yes, please.” Huffing a laugh, Porthos caught Aramis’ gaze. He was all too aware Aramis would rather this play out differently, but he just flashed a knowing smirk. “I would be grievously injured if you refused, it’s true.” Keeping his arms slung around their shoulders, he jutted out his chin and closed his eyes. “Alright then, come on. Lay it on me.” With a nod of his head to signal Aramis, Athos gave one last small laugh and answered. "Can't have an injured Musketeer moping about, can we?" he asked, before leaning in to give Porthos a kiss on 'his' side of the other man's mouth. Aramis’ own kiss was perfectly proper. Not nearly what he had been going for originally when Porthos had asked for help, but with Athos in mind and no desire to make the grumpy Musketeer even grumpier, he kept it tame. He did, however, stay close to Porthos even after Athos was able to move away, and flashed the third a grin. “Your choice if you want to stay around for more, Athos.” "Too generous, but I'm afraid I must decline. You two enjoy yourselves and I'll see you back at training in the morning. With more of those cookies, if you would." Athos smirked at them both as he placed his hat back atop his head and turned to give them some privacy. After all, he'd hate for Porthos' original plan to fail. Laughing at the both of them, Porthos gave Athos a gentle boot to the backside. “Your loss, mate. Don’t wait up.” And with that, he turned to Aramis with a grin - and a plan to keep them busy for a bit. |