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[October 24th] [Original] Deal
Title: Deal
Day/Theme: October 24: The pavilions of love and the tents of war
Series: Original (Diana and Belle #24)
Character/Pairing: Jonathan/Evan
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: On a 19th century battlefield
“If you didn’t want to be here, you should have said no,” Evan told him, frowning at the map.
“I was supposed to tell my general father I wasn’t going to fight?” Jonathan retorted in disbelief. He was exhausted, and fighting about his very presence on the battlefield just wasn’t restful.
“No. You should have told him you didn’t want to lead,” Evan replied, finally planting the tack on the map.
“I am supposed to have leadership flowing in my veins. He’d disown me if I refused.”
“Well, your men are going to do worse than that if you come up with any more half-assed crap like last night,” Evan shot back, flopping onto the pile of bedding and throwing his shoes across the tent.
“What was I supposed to do? I don’t know the first thing about tactics!” Jonathan shouted, then looked abashed when Evan glared at him. He stripped down his shorts and flipped into bed, feeling very sulky.
“Let’s make a deal,” Evan said, sitting up so he could loom over his lover.
“I’ll let you lead in bed, if you let me lead in battle strategy. Then maybe we’ll both survive this pathetic excuse for a campaign. Do we have a deal?”
“Deal,” Jonathan replied, and that settled it.
A few hours later, Jonathan still couldn’t sleep. He whispered to his sleeping lover:
“When this is all over, I’ll take you to the summer festival, and we’ll sit in the shade of the pavilion and I’ll feed you grapes and read you bad poetry until you throw the grapes at me, and we’ll wrestle and you’ll win, of course, and then we’ll make love under the stars and everything will be all right.” It was too dark to tell, but he thought he saw Evan smile. And that confession of love was enough to let him rest at last.
Day/Theme: October 24: The pavilions of love and the tents of war
Series: Original (Diana and Belle #24)
Character/Pairing: Jonathan/Evan
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: On a 19th century battlefield
“If you didn’t want to be here, you should have said no,” Evan told him, frowning at the map.
“I was supposed to tell my general father I wasn’t going to fight?” Jonathan retorted in disbelief. He was exhausted, and fighting about his very presence on the battlefield just wasn’t restful.
“No. You should have told him you didn’t want to lead,” Evan replied, finally planting the tack on the map.
“I am supposed to have leadership flowing in my veins. He’d disown me if I refused.”
“Well, your men are going to do worse than that if you come up with any more half-assed crap like last night,” Evan shot back, flopping onto the pile of bedding and throwing his shoes across the tent.
“What was I supposed to do? I don’t know the first thing about tactics!” Jonathan shouted, then looked abashed when Evan glared at him. He stripped down his shorts and flipped into bed, feeling very sulky.
“Let’s make a deal,” Evan said, sitting up so he could loom over his lover.
“I’ll let you lead in bed, if you let me lead in battle strategy. Then maybe we’ll both survive this pathetic excuse for a campaign. Do we have a deal?”
“Deal,” Jonathan replied, and that settled it.
A few hours later, Jonathan still couldn’t sleep. He whispered to his sleeping lover:
“When this is all over, I’ll take you to the summer festival, and we’ll sit in the shade of the pavilion and I’ll feed you grapes and read you bad poetry until you throw the grapes at me, and we’ll wrestle and you’ll win, of course, and then we’ll make love under the stars and everything will be all right.” It was too dark to tell, but he thought he saw Evan smile. And that confession of love was enough to let him rest at last.