repost - My Man Godric prompt
Dec. 8th, 2018 08:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thatrcooperWell they have festivals devoted to spring (and marriage and fucking) so I don’t think a festival celebrating love is much of a stretch. I do like the idea of Godric walking around decked in flowers though, and strips of fabric from Bertie’s dresses tied around his arms and legs. And possibly no one expects a man of his age or reputation to participate in a festival for young lovers, but clearly, those people don’t know Bertie. Or Godric, and how patiently he would sigh and allow Bertie to *cover* him in his favors.
“Until sundown,” Bertie would have reminded him sweetly, after waking him up at dawn with kisses that had sadly led nowhere. “Until sundown for the world to see you are mine, and then you return to me when the sun goes down… unless, of course, you choose not to.”
Bertie had undoubtedly meant this display to be a teasing joke. He possibly hadn’t expected Godric to allow it in the first place. But the fear in his voice for that part stayed with Godric longer than the burn beneath his skin for the passion Bertie had started in his bed that morning.
It was a silly holiday for the young. A sort of test, public declarations and a day of frustrated yearning. A Northern thing Godric had only ever observed before.
He was older. Waiting a few hours should not have bothered him. But the strips of torn fabric reminded him of Bertie, and his fondness for tying Godric up loosely by his wrists when he was being stubborn. The flowers made him think of spring fields, and the secret bower belonging to the king’s bastard brother, and what Bertie had done to him there. Bertie had woken him up with the touch of his mouth to his flesh, the grind of his lithe body, and then he’d pulled away.
A few hours weighed heavily. Moreso when he entered the throne room and saw Bertie, He hadn’t been allowed to touch Bertie that morning. Hadn;t realized that once he was shooed from the room wearing all this finery and foolishness, Bertie would tie pieces of Godric’s colors around his wrists to fall gracefully to the floor. He hadn’t thought Bertie would wear a chain of Southern daisies around his neck.
And after that first second where their eyes meet, when he can see Bertie’s surprise to find him still wearing his favors, and the relief, he feels a yearning a man his age shouldn’t feel.
They have hours to go until they can touch one another, if they choose to play this game. And they are. He stays on his side of the room, and Bertie stays on his, and no one is oblivious to their stares, and Godric would burn with shame and embarrassment, but his body is too busy being on fire for what Bertie began that morning.
Until sundown. He doesn’t think he can wait.
