king_quentin (king_quentin) wrote in thedisplaced, @ 2018-03-11 20:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, napoleon solo, quentin coldwater |
Who: Quentin Coldwater & Napoleon Solo
What: Meeting up for a sex date
Where: Belle’s village and then her castle
When: Saturday, March 10 in the eveningish
Rating: PG-13, uh there’s ftb sexytimes
There was a moment, right before he finished typing his veiled proposition to Quentin, that he had some doubt about what he was doing. Napoleon hadn't been lying to Rogue a couple of weeks back when he talked about how he didn't think he was the type for meaningless sex anymore. How could he go back to nameless individuals and one night stands, after Illya? It hadn't been a relationship, he wasn't naive enough to think that, but it had been more than just sex. It had been friendship and caring about each other and passionate attraction and lust. It had been stronger than anything he had felt before for any individual and it had surprised him that it was for his partner, the giant Russian man who had almost once killed him. So he had poked and prodded and dared the other man to make a move. And when he had, when they had finally given into whatever it had been brewing between them, it had gone too quickly. Only a few weeks and it was over, ended because Illya loved Gaby and Napoleon refused to stand in the way of that, to prevent it from starting. And now, in the aftermath of Gaby finding out about their secret affair, Napoleon re-evaluated his thoughts about moving on. Because he had to move on, there was no going back to the way things were, but he didn't have to move in in meaningless ways. Because there was Quentin - sweet and lovely Quentin who had gone through much, but somehow still wasn't bitter at how his life was turning out to be. There was a start of a friendship between them, Napoleon knew that much, but there had been an underlying attraction there too. And so, without any more than that brief moment of doubt, Napoleon sent his message and let it unfold from there. When the portal open and he was able to step through, he greeted the younger man waiting for him with a dazzling smile. "Fancy meeting you here," he greeted, as if they hadn't arranged for this moment. Quentin wanted to say he’d seen this coming, but he couldn’t have. He wasn’t even sure what this was. He’d read the words, but he held out a certain sort of guarded caution so that he could figure out what it was he was doing in that moment. He couldn’t assume that “renting rooms” meant that they’d be in the same room. He couldn’t even say that he was for sure that Napeleon was interested in him as more than a friend. While he had indulged in a frivolous one night stand sort of thing with Margo (not with Margo, however), it wasn’t exactly how he operated. He’d just needed something to distract himself. And it had been a nice enough time. He’d gotten the distraction he needed and he didn’t feel any sort of uncertainty in where he stood or where the situation stood. Not that he was entirely against the low level of uncertainty that he was feeling now. It bordered more on anticipation than anything else. The memories of a life both lived and unlived still ached, but it was not as painful as it had been when he’d first woken up that day with a new flood of memories. He still remembered dashing out of his room to find Eliot, trying to find him and make sure that he knew that Eliot knew. And he’d made a decision then that he would stick with even if he felt the hollow ache of it. Eliot had a chance at happiness and he would not ask him to choose him over Kylo. Not for anything. No. He couldn’t do that to Eliot. Love, he realized, was letting go of someone because you knew they would be happy elsewhere. It was not what he’d done with Alice. But he’d talked to Napoleon about it and so it wasn’t something that the other man wasn’t aware of. He’d felt the relief of knowing that someone was willing to listen, had allowed him to speak of something that was both painful and happy at the same time. Talking about it had been complicated and difficult. He’d talked to Margo, but he’d been concerned about letting her talk, too. Julia hadn’t been a ‘right time’. Steve had been...something he wasn’t sure how to put a name to. But Napoleon had listened and he wasn’t part of it, which helped. But now he was here, waiting for him to come through a portal he’d made. He felt a strange sense of accomplishment that he’d managed it. Especially when he saw Napoleon step out of it. He felt his heart beat a little faster and he offered a quick smile back. He hadn’t meant to find himself in the middle of something, hadn’t wanted to rush into anything. He didn’t feel that this was something rushed exactly, but he also wasn’t sure where exactly he stood. “Yes. I imagine it must be a surprise.” He felt the uncertainty of the situation settle into the pit of his stomach, but he waited for Napoleon to step a little further from the portal before he closed it. He could open a new one if he needed to later, but for now he was waiting for a cue, something to tell him what to do in this moment. Napoleon had been growing bolder about who he was, no longer felt the need to hide his interests and hobbies, nor his passion for men that was just as strong as it was for women. Talking things out with Rogue, seeing how comfortable the community of the Displaced was with one another...there was no one here to judge him, no one to tell him that what he wanted was a sin, that he was disgusting and immoral. So despite the fact that just anyone could be walking by, he stepped once, twice, a few more steps until he was standing in front of Quentin. The other man looked nervous, as if he didn’t quite know what was about to happen. He had been vague enough in his network posting that he could understand this confusion, but he dispelled it now as he reached up to cup Quentin’s face with one broad hand. “So you mentioned something about castles.” With a caress of his thumb against Quentin’s cheek, he added, “Because I’d love to find a bedroom and get you spread across the sheets.” There was absolutely no mistaking what Napoleon was talking about, about his intentions that night. He wanted Quentin and the only thing he was now waiting for was to see if the other man wanted him back. The words had been particularly direct. The sort of direct that he had been hoping for. He leaned into the touch. This hadn’t been what he’d expected, but now he very much wanted it. He wanted Napoleon. He’d been kind and he’d been understanding at a time that Quentin had needed it. It wasn’t the only reason. He’d been very much aware of an interest physically before, but...Napoleon being Napoleon was what had sealed it. Though, before, he’d been operating carefully under the knowledge that they were friends and even if there’d been flirting, he imagined that was just how Napoleon spoke to people. He seemed very much the sort to talk confidently with others. “I was really hoping you’d say something like that, because if I was the only one, it would have been really awkward.” He allowed for a nervous laugh. He would have been okay if Napoleon hadn’t wanted to, but he’d also be thinking about it. And the thinking about things that could have been but weren’t was an exhausting thing to be a part of. “So I guess we should find a castle and a room.” Really, at this point...anywhere with a bed would have done, but he could always do with the knowledge that he’d had sex in a castle. “I think I saw one not too far away.” He decided against Ariel’s castle for Eliot’s sake, but Belle’s fit with the whole being in her village previously. So he had another portal open, just a little off to the side. It wouldn’t take them immediately into the castle, but it was definitely close enough. “If you’re really so keen on getting me in or simply on a bed.” There was a fair bit of amusement radiating off Napoleon as he walked by Quentin to enter the portal. “Are you always this chatty when you’re being seduced?” Halfway through the portal, before completely disappearing onto the other side, he parted with a roguish smile and, “Or am I the exception?” On the other side, the gorgeous castle from Beauty & Beast’s world came into view. It was still early enough in the day that tourist parts of it were still open. And with enough money, the caretakers were more than willing to allow interested tourists in renting rooms for the night so they could say they stayed in so-and-so’s castle. Money was no object at this point, with the handy little wristbands provided by the cruiseline they had been brought onto unwillingly, which was the least they could do for kidnapping them. So when they got to the reception area and asked for a room, when they saw how much their spending limit was - unlimited - they were given the best room available. The caretakers didn’t even bat an eyelash when Napoleon and Quentin declined to have a room with two beds in it and with that sort of acceptance, Napoleon felt a little better about the whole thing. He still had some hangups about his sexual preferences, coming from the time period that he did, but those hangups faded day by day, as people became more accepting. When they were finally left to themselves in their set of rooms - a gorgeous chamber with a huge bed, en suite as big as a small apartment and sitting space everywhere you looked - Napoleon turned to Quentin, slowly and deliberately invading his personal space. Trailing a hand up the man’s arm, he asked, “Are you sure you want to do this?” He knew that Quentin was going through some things, that he had three sets of memories in his head, that he was dealing with a life unlived which came with relationships and deaths and all sorts of things no normal person would be expected to handle well. But the nature of Quentin’s life had changed what normal was for him and he had been behaving fairly well adjusted, which is the only reason Napoleon decided tonight he would give into the attraction he had been feeling for the other man. Yet, he still had to be sure, be plain as day, about what he wanted from him. “Yes. Always. It’s a habit, I think. I got high marks in nervous rambling.” He’d never been chatty with Eliot. He wasn’t sure about Alice, but he knew it was something that happened. Mostly when he was nervous. Sometimes when he was excited about something, too, but that was usually rambling and a lot of hand gestures. Quentin couldn’t help but stare for a moment at the castle. It wasn’t his first time inside a castle, but it was his first time to go in one he knew from childhood. He was sort of amazed by it and equally amazed by the knowledge that he was about to have sex inside of it. He was glad that he could afford to have this experience even as a very surreal feeling settled over him. The room was pretty par for the course when it came to castles, but that didn’t stop Q from looking around briefly before his attention was captured again by Napoleon. He felt a smile form at the question, the fact that he’d asked. Instead of a long stream of unnecessary words, Quentin settled for a nod punctuated by him leaning up to kiss him. He’d been through a lot and his normal was never going to be most people’s normal, but he was dealing with it. He had let Eliot go. The thing with Steve had been a mess, but it was a mixture of Steve not knowing what he wanted and Quentin concealing what he wanted because he didn’t think he could voice it. It hadn’t ended well, but he wasn’t upset about it now. The memory updates had changed the way he saw things, had changed how he dealt with things a little. He’d known happiness before and he could know it again, so he wanted to enjoy whatever came to him. “You have nothing to be nervous about,” Napoleon reassured him warmly before angling his head down to accept the offered kiss. If Quentin didn’t think words were necessary, Napoleon wasn’t going to be the one to complain. Aside from the rambling, it was now completely clear to him that Quentin was here because he wanted to be here, doing what he wanted to be doing. And for the first time in weeks, Napoleon was ready to accept thing as they came and deal with anything else along the way. No more overthinking, no more denying himself because he was dealing with other hurts in his life. He wanted this, Quentin wanted this, that was more than enough for him. Deepening the kiss, Napoleon maneuvered them until the back of Quentin’s knees hit the bed. And from there, the evening quickly progressed into hours of mindless, pleasurable sex. Quentin couldn’t say he had any complaints regarding the way the night went. He was too lazy to move, but then he was perfectly fine staying where he was with Napoleon close by. He curled up a little bit more, making himself comfortable. He smiled a little to himself, fingers moving to lightly trace the scars on Napoleon’s chest. He hadn’t expected all of the scars that existed there. He’d known the other man’s life. Still, it was a little surprising to see just how many scars existed there. Only he’d been pretty distracted before. He was trying to decide whether or not he wanted to talk and disturb everything. He was happy to just lie there quietly and drift off to sleep, but he’d never really been great at not talking in some instances. “Looks like not all of those bullets missed,” he said after a moment. It wasn’t the part he wanted to talk about, but it was an easy starting place. His fingers moved along one of the electrical burn scars. “Do we...uh…” He glanced up. “This was really nice. Like ‘I really needed that’ nice.” He smiled again, tucking his hair behind his ear. “So I mean if you ever feel like a repeat, I’m just saying I’m interested.” There had been a weight to Napoleon’s shoulder, an invisible pressure that he had felt getting heavier and heavier since he had first arrived on the cruise ship. It had almost been suffocating, especially when he thought he had irreparably changed the course of his relationship with Gaby and Illya. There was still some awkwardness between the three of them, but he was sure that now that they were all talking again and there was no more secrets between them, things would change. And all the hurt he had been feeling over the situation just seemingly evaporated over the course of the past few days. It was still there, he knew, but it no longer felt so present and at the forefront of his mind. The distance he had placed between him and his partners had helped there and now he wasn’t dreading the trip to Arendelle that they had tomorrow as much as he had been before. A lot of that had to do with the man curling close to him in the bed. He had been dozing lightly, not quite asleep, but more enjoying the warm afterglow of their night together with his eyes closed, when Quentin spoke up. His eyes opened to half mast and peered down at the soft silken hair fanned across his chest. He could see, as well as feel Quentin’s fingers brushing the scarring that was strewn across his chest. “I wasn’t always fast enough to get out of the way,” he explained, voice low and still husky from the hours before. But his mouth curved up into a smile as Quentin continued to talk. He liked what he was hearing. It was no pressure, no expectations, but an open invitation to fall into bed together if they desired it. “I was going to say the same thing.” He reached down to brush long strands of hair behind Quentin’s ear and tugged him up a little, while he bent his head low to press a kiss to the other man’s lips. “I think we’ll find ourselves in these positions again, soon enough. But let’s see what the new day brings, yes?” Because he didn’t want to really plan for the future, but take it as it came. It worked out so well this time and he hoped it would again. “I haven’t enjoyed myself like that in awhile now. I’m glad it was with you.” Quentin felt lighter as well. He wondered what it must have been like to have people shooting at him all the time, but he was also kind of glad that he’d never had to experience that either. He was pretty sure that the only time it had been sort of that was when they’d robbed a bank that one time, but he had a hard time telling that story without explaining why and he was trying to avoid anger of a best friend sort. “I really hope you’re better at it now. Even if you did sort of throw yourself in the way of a trident.” But he still couldn’t really say anything about that. He smiled into the kiss. This was nice. He was definitely more at ease in this than he would have been before. “That’s fine with me.” The future wasn’t always mapped out and easy to expect. So taking it a day at a time was fine. He at least knew what to expect and it was easier to handle that. The next words reminded him a little of the heart ache. It was the same thing that he’d said to Eliot about their life that existed and didn’t exist. It was what Eliot had said to him in return. His expression softened a little. “I’m glad to have helped in any way.” He offered him a smile. “I’m glad it was you, too.” Because he didn’t know that he’d have done the same with anyone else. He let himself get comfortable again, his head resting on Napoleon’s shoulder. “Unless there’s more we need to address before, I think maybe sleep is the next step.” Because he was tired and most of what he needed to know was already explained. He’d just see how it played out and go from there. Shaking his head and wrapping an arm around Quentin, resolutely ignoring the strangeness of Q’s wooden shoulder, Napoleon pulled the younger brunet closer. “I don’t think there’s much else we need to talk about. Nothing pressing, anyway. So I think sleep is a fantastic plan.” Everything else could be examined in the harsher light of the morning. But even with that thought, Napoleon fell to sleep easily curled around Quentin. He didn’t think this was going anywhere terrible and he appreciated that Quentin seemed to feel the same. |