D'Artagnan has the Devil's Luck (devilsluck) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-04-09 22:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | aramis, d'artagnan |
Who:D'Artagnan and Aramis
What:..noooo idea!?
When:Today
Where:Aramis's place
Ratings:A for Awwwkward.
STATUS: complete
Aramis was doing smiley face things, that alone eased D’Artagnan’s mind of the rough day he’d been having. It’d been basically lousy all around, so he wanted to try to cheer up his friend. It seemed to be a success, and by the end of the conversation with Aramis even he was feeling better. He’d laughed quite a bit at the responses. Even though initially he’d only been teasing, he knew it was the sort of humor Aramis liked. All he wanted from that day was to make at least one person who he cared about smile.
That had been his intention, but where it left off was in confusion. Was Aramis teasing too? Or was he really going to be showing up to a very naked man? Did he mind either thing at all? …Not really.
Aramis had been on his mind since he left work, and he was glad he finally got the nerve up to send him that text. Derpy as it was it seemed to lighten his mood, and now he was driving to go meet him. Not exactly a loss in his eyes despite a little embarrassment. He pulled up to the address Aramis had given him and got to his door, knocking and waiting for him to answer.
Aramis knew was in dangerous territory. It wasn't as if needed to try and charm D'Artagnan. After all, he had Porthos and James and possibly sweet, adorable Elizabeth to occupy his time and mind. Yet there he was, blatantly flirting and feeling pretty certain he was being flirted with in return.
In any case, it would do well to teach D'Artagnan that he had a long way to go before he was on a similar level of joking. When there was a knock on the door, Aramis answered wearing only his underwear, a pair of boxer briefs that left little to the imagine.
"That was fast," he said, leaving the door open as he walked into the living room, "one would think you were eager to get here."
As the door opened, there he was just as he said he’d be. D’Artagnan’s face turned a deep shade of red, and for moment words were not his friend. Was this still a joke? Itt really didn’t seem like one anymore. He wasn’t sure he wanted it to be one either. After what seemed like a very long minute he followed hm inside. Eyes never once straying from him. Where else could he look?
“I..” He still couldn’t find words, but he wondered if they mattered. He shut the door behind im, and in that moment managed to gather his bearings enough to speak like a human being. “Wonder why.” He teased again as he turned to face him once more. It wasn’t as though the sight was unwelcomed, he’d just never experienced anyone quite like this. It’d thrown him off. He approaced him with a siight uncertainty.
“Glad I did..” And cautiously, almost as if being afraid it were a joke reached out to touch his arm gently. They were nice arms, His initial embarrassment seemed to be fading some.
At the very least, Aramis was shameless enough and comfortable enough that he'd answer the door like this practically any time and not think much of it. He couldn't help but look amused at D'Artagnan's reaction as he walked away, leaning over to pat the head if the fluffy black kitten sleeping on the couch.
Aramis turned around to say something, but stopped, watching his young friend. Apparently it wasn't a joke at all.
"I'm afraid I'm not very good company right now," he said, for lack of something else to say.
“You don’t need to entertain me.” He shrugged some and removed his hand, he really couldn’t tell if it was unwelcome or not. “I wanted to see you either way.” He looked at him again and then away. Unsure what to do with himself. Nobody really hd done this srt of thing with him obviously. His mind was going a million miles an hour, wondering what exactly was going on.
If Aramis didn’t want him over, he really wouldn’t know what to do with himself then except feel entirely foolish. That feeling seemed to be creeping up on him no matter how hard he tried to supress it. He was unable to actually read Aramis after all.
"Well, I'm glad. The distraction is nice." Aramis wondered if he should go put on some pants. Truth be told, he wasn't used to this awkward moment thing. Generally when people texted him and told him not to where something, he knew where he stood. It had to have just been D'Artagnan going out of his depth.
"Sorry, you're uncomfortable, aren't you?"
D'Artagnan looked up at him again. For a moment just quiet, and then he awkwardly admitted it. "..I've never..been with a man. I've never wanted to be until now." He met his eyes then and took his hand. “I’m not really sure where to start with this.” He wanted it to start somewhere, he really didn’t want Aramis to think he wasn’t willing.
Ah. Aramis blinked, then frowned a bit. While initially he was pleased to hear it, he remembered that he felt a but responsible for D'Artagnan since this dreaming thing happened, and was nice and sweet but maybe Aramis wasn't quite the best choice. Though he was flattered.
"Take my advice when I say it's not something you want to rush into," Aramis told him. He ran his thumb absently over D'Artagnan's hand and sighed, because this was a terrible dilemma to be in. "Athos would kill me, you know."
He began to wonder then if it was the wrong thing to admit. But he thought Aramis should know. He seemed comfortable with the idea of touch at least. Even laced his fingers with Aramis’s own.
“Why?” He didn’t think love involved all that much thought. If he felt it, he was going to go with it. And he did. He was already attached to Aramis. “What’s Athos got to do with us?” He raised an eyebrow and let his own thumb toy with Aramis’s.
"I don't want you regretting anything is all. I'm not saying the thought hasn't crossed my mind, but you're young, and I'm not exactly known for my commitment." Aramis raised his eyebrows, then shrugged.
"Athos is just worried about you. He thinks I'm going to break you or something. He doesn't want you getting hurt, which is a perfectly reasonable concern."
He paused then, and smirked. "He'll never believe me if I tell him it was you. I might need to save the messages just to cover my ass."
He raised an eyebrow. He didn't know what to think of Athos meddling. He really didn't seem like the meddling sort, but there it was. Part of him was irritated, and the other flattered that the man cared so much. "I'm young, not stupid. I can make my own choices." He didn't pull away, but the movement of his hand did stop.
"Will I get hurt?" He didn't think he would, he was pretty sure he could handle Aramis. "I can take care of myself."
And then his face was red again as Aramis talked about evidence. "Really though?" He made a face at the idea of Athos seeing his terrible text messages.
"Of course. Regardless of what happens he'll blame me, and say I took advantage and only thought about myself. I'm not about to take the fall on this one." Aramis looked amused, though. He ran his free hand along D'Artagnan's hip, pushing his shirt up just enough that Aramis could brush his fingers against skin instead of fabric.
"You may. I don't know. You should know I'm sort of seeing someone and I'm ... There's another, too, that I think I might be getting stupid over. I don't want to give you a wrong impression."
All of it was starting to get entirely too messy for his liking. But at the same time, the touch was nice. The gentle brush of fingers against his skin was something he longed for. And yet, he wasn’t about to be the cause of someone elses pain. He was already feeling a bit jealous when Aramis mentioned there were others, and he frowned a bit. “Maybe we should stop?” He really didn’t want to stop. Not physically anyway. The man was going through enough, without adding his complications to the mix though. “It’s okay.” He touched his cheek for a moment, his hand lingering at his jawline. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt him when the intention had been to cheer him up. He seemed cheered, but now D’Artagnan was lacking said cheer. Of course he refused to let it show, he only remained against him. For a few moments just savoring the warmth.
“You should probably know then I can be jealous. I don’t want to do that to someone else.”
Aramis took D'Artagnan's hand and pressed a kiss to it, watching him. It wasn't an easy thing to tell someone, but he owed the younger man that much. "Both of them aren't really the sorts to make a fuss. The one is strictly friends with benefits and the other knows it's just something to pass the days away. But that's very noble of you. Admittedly I'm flattered you'd get jealous, but now you see why Athos is worried about getting attached."
He gave D'Artagnan a slight smile, then shrugged. "Then again you could be the exact person I've been waiting for, but who's to say. I'm sorry, you came all this way with pretty apparent intentions and I'm ruining it."
He watched him distantly and for a while was quiet again as he mulled things over in his mind. D'Artagnan was quiet as he just let Aramis talk. "It's fine. You don't need to explain anything." He didn't quite want to hear about Aramis's other flings much longer.
"I knew what I was getting into." He said with a shrug.
"Just seems to be a theme, making a fool of myself. It's not your fault. You told me you don't do commitments. I just.." And he was annoyed. "I should go." Not even with Aramis either, the man had been upfront with him. He knew what he was walking into.
No, no, this was the opposite of anything. Even when Aramis had thought they were still teasing one another he hadn 't thought D'Artagnan would just turn around and leave. The guilt pooled in Aramis's stomach and he reached for his friend, taking his hand again to keep him there.
"Stay. Please?" Aramis brushed his fingers through D'Artagnan's hair, trying to sooth him in all the ways that worked on Aramis himself. "You're not a fool. You're honest and open and a bit over ambitious at times, but not a fool. We can be good for one another right now."
When Aramis tried to stop him, he felt his breath catch in his throat. He didn't quite know why either. He was confused and angry. What did any of it mean? First Aramis was telling him about these others and now he was stopped and being told to stay?
"I don't have any idea what that means." He stated as calmly and collected as he could while Aramis brought him closer. But he stopped trying to leave. Aramis wanted him to stay. He didn’t know where he would go after whatever this was anyway. He closed his eyes for moment and was silent again.
“You and I both need to think about other things right now. Don’t lie to me, I can see that there’s something bothering you - beyond this. Beyond me, right now.” But D’Artagnan was staying, so that was a good sign. Aramis pressed their foreheads together. “Just stay. Let me know I haven’t done any lasting damage to our friendship, if you can.”
He opened his eyes at the light touch of Aramis’s forehead and watched him. This was so much more complicated and confusing then he’d expected. He didn’t know what else to do except to give him a slightly amused look. “Pants would be a good first step though I think to staying.” If he didn’t laugh about that he didn’t know what -would- make him laugh. Aramis had stood there while he dealt with all his weird feelings basically nearly naked, and he gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “I’ll stay. “ He repeated again, not sure if for Aramis’s benefit or his own.
Well, that comment did wonders, Aramis though, to lift the mood. He laughed and gave D’Artagnan a firm squeeze on the back of his neck before turning to go dig up some pants from wherever he’d thrown them. Aramis was not exactly the neatest or most caring of people when it came to clothing care.
“Thank God you said something. To be perfectly honest, I started feeling like I needed them about five minutes ago and didn’t know at all how to segue into that.”
He put his hand to his face and shook his head. If he didn’t laugh he might cry, and god he’d done enough embarrassing things today to add that to the list. “Sorry..sorry.” He held up a hand in apology and then looked at him again apologetically. “So..” He hated being so awkward at these things sometimes. The look on his face was probably not helping, torn between pathetic and amused despite his attempts to hide those feelings. Hiding them wasn’t exactly a thing he was good at.
“So, I think it’s time for a drink,” Aramis said, reappearing in a pair of pyjama pants he’d found in the bathroom. “And if you don’t want one, then I’ll drink twice as much just for you.” He raised his eyebrows and went digging around his liquor cabinet for something that looked most appealing. “How’s the not-actually-a-bullet wound healing up, by the way?”
“Yeah no you’re sharing.” He said with a raised eyebrow as if to challenge him to say otherwise. He hoped it was something hard too if he was perfectly honest. “Not so bad anymore.” He sat at Aramis’s table, trying to go along with the same attitude toward everything that’d just happened that Aramis was doing. But internally it was weighing on him. “Just keep icing it and it’s generally fine..” D’Artagnan trailed off.