April 1947: Care to go to China? For the Cupbearer

[mrwaverly]

"Bastard!" Alex cried out as his shirt cuff button was neatly sliced off. He and his lover, Ganymede, were in the gym practicing knife fighting with Nepalese style kukri blades. Though the ones Alex was using were standard army issue for the Gurkhas serving in the British army. They had slightly less reach and were just a bit heavier than the ones G was using. "That was a good shirt."

Alexander was wearing a white shirt and gray slacks. He was out of military uniform and working now for the SIS after the victorious end to the war. His lover was currently giving him a refresher course in knife fighting. The sleeve of his shirt was hanging loose now around his wrist. It was the second button to go in this little game they were having. The first was the top collar button of his shirt. "You're determined to get me naked, aren't you?"

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[mrwaverly]

Diz was easily distracted with a toy. Alex fell onto the bed in a heap on top of G. Smiling, he kissed him, blissfully uncaring about the windows or the door.

"I love you, G," he kissed him freely, with an ease he hadn't had for a long time. Since India, actually. Alex playfully undressed his lover, pulling off his shirt and dropping it on the floor.

[the_cupbearer]

"So all this time," he murmured, letting himself be undressed and popping loose the button on Alex's trousers with a twist of his hand, "All I needed to do was get you off that island."

Good to know. Ganymede won't forget the information.

[mrwaverly]

"Well... yes, actually," he laughed. Away from the oppressive British propriety, Alex could be himself. "As much as I love my country, I really don't like to live there." He stripped off his own shirt and it joined G's on the floor. "Being here with you, reminds me of India. My love, you make me feel young again."

[the_cupbearer]

"You are young," Ganymede laughed, leaning in and up and kissing Alexander.

"Let's get comfortable," he chuckled, rolling them over and freeing his hair from the braid he'd kept it in. "This is our place now."

[mrwaverly]

"Younger then," Alex said, helping unplait G's hair, running his fingers through G's hair to loosen it. Sometimes it seemed that they kept coming back to age. G would never look a day over his mid-twenties and at a stretch early thirties even though Alex knew that his lover was older by far than he could ever hope to be. Here he was looking at the downside of his forties and heading rapidly to his fifties. There were some days he felt every year of his age and then some. But not right now. Not in this exotic place that would be their new home. G made him feel happy. They divested each other of their clothing, getting comfortably naked.

[the_cupbearer]

"I love you more than I can say," Ganymede murmurs, comfortably sprawled on Alexander and across the bed, taking his time cataloguing his lover's features.

"You're beautiful, and smart, and...mine," he chuckles, kissing his partner's cheeks, and mouth, and over his heart. "Thank you for bringing me here, love."

[mrwaverly]

"I love you too," Alex said. "Thank you for coming with me. I couldn't imagine being so far away from you ever again." He toyed with a strand of his lover's hair.

[the_cupbearer]

"Never again," Ganymede murmured, hiding his face against Alex's neck and shoulder, holding his body close and molding against it. "I lost you once. Once was enough."

[mrwaverly]

"Agreed," he said tangling his fingers in G's hair again. "Never again." Alex snuggled against his lover. "Not as long as I draw breath."

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede was only too happy to snuggle and press himself tightly against Alexander as if afraid he might simply disappear: he rarely felt so compelled, but the sudden relaxation of the tension he'd carried since leaving England had left his nerves oddly jangling.

"This is good. Being with you, and not hiding it."