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FIC: Homage to the Prince (SotL)
TITLE: Homage to the Prince
FANDOM: Song of the Lioness, Tamora Pierce
PAIRING/S: multiple
RATING: PG-13
WORDS: 709
WARNINGS: unbeta’ed, silliness
SUMMERY: It’s Jonathon of Conté’s sixteenth birthday, and he and the other squires just a little bit tipsy.
Homage to the Prince
“Hey, Jon…you know when we all have to kiss you on the mouth?” The question, asked by a Raoul who had gotten to the wine before the rest of them, was met with a fit of rather suspicious coughing from Gary.
“It’s called ‘homage’.” He said dryly once recovering, “Though I am relieved that you are concentrating on the more serious aspect of it. Personally, I was expecting you to notice the eternal submission and obedience part.”
“Shut up,” Raoul said amiably, “I’m trying to ask a serious question here-“
“How are we all going to do it with a straight face?” Alex wanted to know from where he was lounging barefoot on Jonathan’s bed
“Yes, actually.” All three them turned to look at the Prince, who was looking faintly pink and finding his wineglass very interesting.
“He has got a point, you know.” Alex continued, rearranging Jonathan’s pillows to his own comfort, “it’s going to be hard to stand up in front of strangers and kiss one of your closest friends on the mouth.”
“When we become knights, we have to kiss my father, you know.” Jonathan pointed out. The silence that followed was one heavy with contemplation, possibly of how to escape their fate.
“You could lead a rebellion.” Gary said at last, putting his own glass down.
“Nah, too much effort.”
“Point. Stand up, Jon.”
“Yeah?” The black-haired prince said warily as he got his feet.
“I want to see if I can kiss you in front of witnesses, idiot.” Raising an eyebrow, Jonathan walked out to in front of the fire. Grinning, Gary went out to him and kneeled in front of his friend, placing his own hands together and sliding them between Jonathan’s.
“I will be your man til the rest of my days, for richer or poorer, for better or for worse-“
“Gary…” Jonathan said warningly. Gary just looked up at his cousin, his grin very wicked. He began to get a bad feeling about this…standing up, Gary pulled his hands free, and then dipped Jonathan as if they were dancing before kissing him on the mouth.
“Ow!” Gary yelped, dropping Jonathan and rubbing his back. The book on the floor and Raoul both managed to look very innocent. Glancing suspiciously at Alex, who was trying to muffle his laughter with a pillow, Gary advanced on his large friend.
“Goldenlake,” and here Raoul looked even more innocent then before, “did you throw that book?”
“Why would I do that?”
“I don’t know, but did you?”
“Depends on how you will react.” Raoul said after a moment’s thought.
“Let us pretend that you did.”
“You were taking too long kissing Jon.” Gary blinked at that and sat down.
“I was what?” He asked at last.
“Taking too long with kissing Jon. You could have been doing so many more worthwhile things.”
“Like?”
“Kissing me for starters.”
“…I never knew you wanted to be kissed.”
“Never asked, did you?”
“True.” Gary admitted. Looking up into Raoul’s laughing black eyes, the somewhat tipsy Gary leaned over and kissed him on the mouth.
Meanwhile Jonathan, having picked himself up off the floor and dusted himself off, was staring at the two. They weren’t paying any attention to him, so he sat rather heavily on his bed. Much to Alex’s disgust, who then had to sit up just as he had gotten himself comfortable.
“Are you going to pay homage to me?” Jonathan asked him hopefully after a couple moments contemplation on the pair currently making out on the floor.
“Maybe when you’re king I’ll think about it.” The dark youth said with a cat-like yawn. Jonathan tried not to look too disappointed, but it obviously didn’t work as Alex rolled his eyes in disgust. And rolled off the bed to kneel in front of him. And began to undo his belt. After watching his friend work his belt free, Jonathan felt moved to comment.
“Homage?” He asked. Alex paused in his work and looked up with a shrug.
“Blow-jobs are simpler.”
“Oh. Um. How do you know how to do blow-jobs?”
“Amazing what Roger can teach you…”
“WHAT?”
Alex felt it prudent at that stage to quickly make speech impossible for Jonathan to ask anymore questions.
FANDOM: Song of the Lioness, Tamora Pierce
PAIRING/S: multiple
RATING: PG-13
WORDS: 709
WARNINGS: unbeta’ed, silliness
SUMMERY: It’s Jonathon of Conté’s sixteenth birthday, and he and the other squires just a little bit tipsy.
“Hey, Jon…you know when we all have to kiss you on the mouth?” The question, asked by a Raoul who had gotten to the wine before the rest of them, was met with a fit of rather suspicious coughing from Gary.
“It’s called ‘homage’.” He said dryly once recovering, “Though I am relieved that you are concentrating on the more serious aspect of it. Personally, I was expecting you to notice the eternal submission and obedience part.”
“Shut up,” Raoul said amiably, “I’m trying to ask a serious question here-“
“How are we all going to do it with a straight face?” Alex wanted to know from where he was lounging barefoot on Jonathan’s bed
“Yes, actually.” All three them turned to look at the Prince, who was looking faintly pink and finding his wineglass very interesting.
“He has got a point, you know.” Alex continued, rearranging Jonathan’s pillows to his own comfort, “it’s going to be hard to stand up in front of strangers and kiss one of your closest friends on the mouth.”
“When we become knights, we have to kiss my father, you know.” Jonathan pointed out. The silence that followed was one heavy with contemplation, possibly of how to escape their fate.
“You could lead a rebellion.” Gary said at last, putting his own glass down.
“Nah, too much effort.”
“Point. Stand up, Jon.”
“Yeah?” The black-haired prince said warily as he got his feet.
“I want to see if I can kiss you in front of witnesses, idiot.” Raising an eyebrow, Jonathan walked out to in front of the fire. Grinning, Gary went out to him and kneeled in front of his friend, placing his own hands together and sliding them between Jonathan’s.
“I will be your man til the rest of my days, for richer or poorer, for better or for worse-“
“Gary…” Jonathan said warningly. Gary just looked up at his cousin, his grin very wicked. He began to get a bad feeling about this…standing up, Gary pulled his hands free, and then dipped Jonathan as if they were dancing before kissing him on the mouth.
“Ow!” Gary yelped, dropping Jonathan and rubbing his back. The book on the floor and Raoul both managed to look very innocent. Glancing suspiciously at Alex, who was trying to muffle his laughter with a pillow, Gary advanced on his large friend.
“Goldenlake,” and here Raoul looked even more innocent then before, “did you throw that book?”
“Why would I do that?”
“I don’t know, but did you?”
“Depends on how you will react.” Raoul said after a moment’s thought.
“Let us pretend that you did.”
“You were taking too long kissing Jon.” Gary blinked at that and sat down.
“I was what?” He asked at last.
“Taking too long with kissing Jon. You could have been doing so many more worthwhile things.”
“Like?”
“Kissing me for starters.”
“…I never knew you wanted to be kissed.”
“Never asked, did you?”
“True.” Gary admitted. Looking up into Raoul’s laughing black eyes, the somewhat tipsy Gary leaned over and kissed him on the mouth.
Meanwhile Jonathan, having picked himself up off the floor and dusted himself off, was staring at the two. They weren’t paying any attention to him, so he sat rather heavily on his bed. Much to Alex’s disgust, who then had to sit up just as he had gotten himself comfortable.
“Are you going to pay homage to me?” Jonathan asked him hopefully after a couple moments contemplation on the pair currently making out on the floor.
“Maybe when you’re king I’ll think about it.” The dark youth said with a cat-like yawn. Jonathan tried not to look too disappointed, but it obviously didn’t work as Alex rolled his eyes in disgust. And rolled off the bed to kneel in front of him. And began to undo his belt. After watching his friend work his belt free, Jonathan felt moved to comment.
“Homage?” He asked. Alex paused in his work and looked up with a shrug.
“Blow-jobs are simpler.”
“Oh. Um. How do you know how to do blow-jobs?”
“Amazing what Roger can teach you…”
“WHAT?”
Alex felt it prudent at that stage to quickly make speech impossible for Jonathan to ask anymore questions.