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FILL: Wine Drunk [Joe/Nicky; Booker doesn't get them, they explain]
Date: 2020-08-11 01:27 am (UTC)Fill:
“This, I don’t understand,” Sebastien says, gesturing with his bottle, which is—dreadfully, regrettably—empty. “You and Josef. I do not understand it.”
“Have you not been in the army?” Nicolas says lazily, tilting his head back against Josef’s shoulder to accept a sip from the bottle they’re sharing. They still have wine, Sebastien notes with some resentment.
“Of course.”
“So you must have known men like us.”
“That’s different.”
“How?” Josef asks without opening his eyes.
“That’s just… convenience. Release. Those men will come home and take wives. They wouldn’t fuck each other if there were women available.”
“It wounds my soul to hear the transcendent experience of making love to my Nicolas described in such crass language,” Josef says serenely. Nicolas laughs softly and turns to press a kiss to Josef’s bearded jaw. It’s as sweetly tender as any man might be toward a girl he loves, and it’s exactly the sort of thing that baffles Sebastien.
“I mean no offense,” he says. And then, mournfully. “I’m out of wine.”
“That’s because you drink too fast,” Josef says, but he reaches behind him to pull another bottle off of the table and roll it across the floor to Sebastien, who manages to catch it after a few fumbling attempts.
He uncorks it with his teeth, and manages not to tip it down the front of his shirt as he drinks. It’s good wine. It would be a shame to waste it like that.
“All I mean,” he says once he’s managed to set the bottle back down upright, “is that either of you could have a woman if you wanted to. Even Andrée—”
“Oh, there’s no man who could tempt Andrée for more than a night,” Josef says lightly.
“Still. There are other women.”
He sees the two of them exchange a speaking glance. Then Josef shrugs. “Nicolas has never been much inclined toward women. And my heart has belonged to him for centuries.”
“And mine to you,” Nicolas adds, with fond exasperation.
“Of course, habibi. I’ve never doubted it. There, you see?” he adds, to Sebastien. “Why would we seek out women when we are content with one another, body and soul?”
“I just don’t see how it could compare to, to—” Sebastien gesticulates with his bottle, somewhat lewdly. “Men might offer a hand just for convenience when there are no women around, but to be taken by another man, as if you were a woman—I don’t even know how that would work.”
“Are you asking for a demonstration?” Josef asks. Sebastien chokes, heat rising to his cheeks, and Josef lifts his hands, laughing. “I’m joking, I’m joking.”
“I’m too drunk to get my pants off in any case,” Nicolas adds.
“No,” Sebastien says, and takes a long drink of wine. It does nothing to soothe his burning face. “I just don’t see how it would be… pleasant. That’s all.”
“Oh, pleasant is such an insufficient word for the bliss that is being impaled by Nico’s magnificent—”
“Stop, stop,” Nicolas laughs. “The poor man will have an apoplectic fit.”
“I will not,” Sebastien mutters, mortified. “Forget that I said anything. Please.”
“It’s not much like making love to a woman,” Josef says contemplatively. There’s a wicked gleam in his eyes that makes it clear how much he’s enjoying watching Sebastien squirm. It’s probably deserved. “Not that there aren’t many other things that two men can do together. But that particular one takes time and care.”
“You need…” Nicolas trails off, then says something in Italian. “What’s the word. Something slippery. So that it doesn’t hurt.”
“And this is enjoyable?” Sebastien asks, somewhere between appalled and fascinated.
“If you do it right,” Josef says, with a wink. “Which Nicolas always does.”
“We’ve had a long time to practice.”
“True.”
Sebastien sets his bottle down to put both his hands over his face. “I’m very happy for you. And very, very sorry to have started this conversation. Will you allow me to end it now?”
Nicolas laughs, then leans forward out of Josef’s arms to pat Sebastien’s ankle. “We will. All that matters is that you understand that I love Josef, and he loves me, and neither of us desire anything else. Yes?”
“I understand,” Sebastien says, and lifts his head to find them both watching him with expressions that hold some seriousness under the laughter. He clears his throat, then says, more sincerely, “I’m happy for you."
Re: FILL: Wine Drunk [Joe/Nicky; Booker doesn't get them, they explain]
Date: 2020-08-11 05:05 am (UTC)Re: FILL: Wine Drunk [Joe/Nicky; Booker doesn't get them, they explain]
Date: 2020-08-11 06:35 am (UTC)Re: FILL: Wine Drunk [Joe/Nicky; Booker doesn't get them, they explain]
Date: 2020-08-11 12:49 pm (UTC)Re: FILL: Wine Drunk [Joe/Nicky; Booker doesn't get them, they explain]
Date: 2020-08-16 09:24 am (UTC)My thoughts exactly! Awesome fill! <3