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 Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2017 6:48 pm
It had been a really long time. Since Caspian had been injured months ago. It wasn’t as though they were not intimate at all, just didn’t go all the way with things. And Michael happened to be more careful and avoided situations that could hinder his husband’s recovery.
Michael sat on the edge of the tub, his hand under the water to make sure it was not too scalding, but turned to watch Caspian. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be with him, but there were things he needed to make a priority, and he’d already decided that Caspian’s health was definitely one of those priorities.
“‘Anything?’” Michael repeated, forcing a hurt look. “We do plenty of things,” he said, although he decided not to go into detail because the last time they were intimate more than just a kiss or two was, well… too long.
“You’re not trying hard enough to get in my pants. Not when you’re supposed to be getting out of yours so you can soak in the tub. Come on, give me your towel and I’ll put it out of the way. Do you want any particular tea? I was just going to make that decaf stuff,” Michael said, seeming completely content in trying to take care of his husband.
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2017 8:47 pm
Caspian gave Michael a pointed look.
"Not anything, obviously," he said in exasperation, because, well. It wasn't like they'd been completely celibate since the spring, but for Pete's sake - "We haven't even had our honeymoon night," said Caspian, with a note of meaning in his voice now. "Our honeymoon night."
He sighed.
Heavily.
This was so like Michael it was almost laughable, but besides that point, it was reassuring, in a way, because it was the way Caspian wanted it, the way their marriage was when they weren't stressed out and frustrated with each other. Even with all the fighting, they could both come back to this and know that it was right.
Caspian lifted the towel from around his neck and slung it around Michael's, stepping closer to him, tugging a little.
"Not decaf. That blackberry stuff," he said, relenting, because it was Michael. He bent down and pressed a kiss to his husband's forehead, lingering before he leaned back, giving Michael an affectionate look. A hand reached out and patted his jaw, which was getting a little too full to be considered just a few days' scruff now.
"Are you gonna bring it to me in the tub?" Caspian asked, as he reached up to pull his shirt off and drop it on the floor.
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2017 6:59 am
”You mean the honeymoon that still has to be planned, oh, and the wedding that still has to be planned. Did you even tell your mom and sister you’re married?” Michael gave a pointed look right back at Caspian, but allowed him to loop the towel around his neck as he approached.
Yes, Michael understood what Caspian meant, and part of him felt guilty about it, but the other part of him was very well aware of the circumstances leading up to them getting married on the spot as they had. And it was even more of a reminder when Caspian pulled off his shirt to drop to the floor.
Michael lifted his hand from the water, reaching out to gently brush the tips of his fingers over Caspian’s scar. How he hadn’t died, Michael didn’t know. The blade could have left him paralyzed even, but other than complications now and then, Caspian seemed to be recovering just fine. Maybe it was because he was a senshi. Maybe it was because Michael took him to Sessrumnir’s hot springs with healing waters, he wasn’t sure. He just knew he never wanted to see Caspian like that again. Cold… bloodless… lifeless… it was still a cause of frequent nightmares that he hadn’t bothered mentioning because there was no point if he had.
Carefully, Michael slid off the edge of the tub to kneel in front of his husband, lips pressing lightly over the scar, his hand sliding around to Caspian’s back, as though just letting his hand hover over where the scar on his back was would help to heal it faster.
“Of course I’ll bring it to you. Whatever you need,” he promised as he mumbled against his bare skin, leaving one, two more kisses, just as light as the kiss to his forehead, before pulling back enough to look up at Caspian. He didn’t say anything, but instead just looked up at him with a mixture of adoration and fear and longing. Caspian knew more than anyone that he was Michael’s life. Without him…. It would be difficult to find a reason to continue.
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2017 7:48 am
Caspian looked pointedly away from Michael.
"Y....es," he said evasively, which actually meant that he had told them, by way of a casual, two minute text that had resulted in a several day period on which his mother had left rambling voicemails about her outrage at not being invited to said wedding.
"Did you tell your mom?" Caspian asked, but he knew the answer to that question already, he was just deliberately being sassy. It was easier to do that than to concentrate on the enormous, jagged scar that now ran from just below the middle of his chest downward, bisecting his navel. He'd always been self conscious about his appearance in comparison to Michael's, and the scar did not make it any easier; a constant reminder of what had almost happened, especially adding to the fact that Caspian had started to grow comfortable in his own skin for the first time in his life.
He felt his heart stutter as Michael's fingers brushed the uneven skin, and then almost stop as Michael knelt in front of him, lips against it, hand resting where a twin scar mirrored across his back. Caspian's fingers ran loosely through Michael's hair, feeling an obstruction in his throat that had nothing to do with their earlier fight.
His eyes moved up as Michael stood, the height difference more pronounced than ever. Caspian stepped forward and slid his arms around Michael's waist, and the teasing had gone from his eyes, his expression not the deliberate seductive one from before, but quiet and meaningful, arms tight around his husband.
"What if I need you?" he asked quietly, and it was sort of rhetorical. He always needed Michael.
"I love you," he said, because he needed to say it again.
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2017 11:37 am
”Yes, and she wants to know when the actual ceremony will be,” he replied even though Caspian knew the answer. There were a lot of things that needed to happen before they were ready for the wedding they talked about, but it would happen. He still wanted to give Caspian the party he’d missed out on as a young man.
“You’ll always have me,” Michael said, although once again he knew he didn’t have to say anything. He lifted his own arms to pull Caspian tighter into the hug, holding him there for a long moment. Even after everything, and everything he was sure they would go through, Michael knew he would never be happier than when he was with Caspian.
“I love you too.”
After a minute or so, Michael pulled back and nodded to the filled tub. “Go on. I’ll bring you some tea in a few minutes, okay?” he said and leaned down for one more kiss before pulling away completely.
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