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Love Letters [ Closed ]

WHO: Kirk & Iskandar
WHAT: Kirk and Iskandar are a bit drunk and decide to put some of their feelings to paper
WHEN: When Iskandar has arrived at Kirkwall
WHERE: A Bar in Kirkwall
NOTES: Booze, talk of butts, possible nakedness and sexiness,
drunken banter, possible cursing

It said something about the sheer force of the two men currently snuggled on the last clean bed the bar had to offer that said bar breathed a sigh of relief when they were both out of sight. Or maybe it was the bar owner glad they weren't having to drain their tankards dry to feed the bottomless bit that was the red haired man. Coin was well and good, but angry customers from an empty barrel was worse.

Not that Kirk cared, sloshed as he was and snuggled into Iskandar. He had been delighted when Iskandar had arrived in Kirkwall, finding him and nearly running to greet the other. It had been lonely without his presence in the city (which is not to say he had not enjoyed Samouel's company, because of course he had, but Iskandar was his own sort of presence and the lack was greatly felt). Iskandar's arrival had been greeted with hugs, kisses, and a prompt trip to the "best" bar in town once they had a spare moment. A bar naturally meant drink, and lots of it, and with neither of them in precisely good shape to be wandering the streets at night they had ordered a room.

Which led to their currently positions of Kirk cuddled into the massive man, laughing as they exchanged peppering kisses and little nips, hands wandering over each other as the bed creaked beneath their joined weight. It was a bar's bed after all, not the proper construct Kirk had been planning to have build that could support their loving activities.

"It's to bad Samouel couldn't come," Kirk hummed, kissing along Iskandar's neck. "I know he's missed you too. You have to be sure to go by tomorrow and see him, okay?" He looked up at Iskandar now, a drunken pout on his lips before staring intensely at his lover. "Promise me, okay?"

Such was the determination of a drunken man in love.

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The greeting at been wonderful and of course he'd been ready to share drinks with his lover. Honestly he likely could have drunk the tavern dry if one had allowed him to but he'd somehow managed to behave himself. Likely because he'd seen that Jim could hardly sit up on his own anymore which meant it was truly time to get him somewhere that they could sober up. Well, more Jim than himself. His healing abilities were excellent for speeding up the sobering up process unfortunately.

Laughing a bit now at the words, he gave a playful pat to that fine ass his lover had. "Of course I shall see him. I would not come here and not greet those I am fond of! Particularly Sam who we both happen to love a great deal."

He grinned at him and kissed the tip of his nose.

"I have missed him just as I missed you, after all."

Kirk had super soldier blood, and while that made it more difficult for him to get drunk, it was nothing like what Iskandar had. He would sober up soon enough, especially given a physical activity to burn some energy, but for the moment he remained well and truly pissed. A new giggle burst out of him at the peck to his nose, leaning forward and bumping their foreheads with a happy hum.

"How much have you missed us then?" he asked him, giving a little wriggle in his lap.

"Oh words could never express how much I have missed the pair of you."

He gave him a kiss then considered something. "Ah, how fares things between the two of you? You are so close you may as well be married at this point."

Honestly he was often surprised to find that they weren't yet. Already he considered himself married to the two of them so what was taking the two of them so long. Probably Jim if he was to be honest about things.

He flushed at that - or maybe it was from the alcohol. Either way, it pleased him and he let out a happy sound somewhere between purr and giggle, nuzzling at his cheek. His fingers wound their way back to play with the ends of his ear, not necessarily balking from the mention of marriage (which might, again, be because he was quite drunk).

"Oh, we're fine! I mean, this place bothers us both, but we got no choice, you know?" His smile grew sly for a moment. "We rented a room in a brothel one night! That was fun. I think I should introduce some costumes to Sam, maybe." Oh, how easily the drunken mind wandered.

"Mm. Another time. Obviously he is not here." He laughed softly then caught his face for another kiss. Ah he still tasted of alcohol and he was quite fond of what it did to the flavor of him. "Perhaps we should let him know how we miss having him here with us to share this moment. What do you think?"

Iskandar certainly thought that would be a good time. Besides, he already knew what he would want to write to Sam. All the feelings he could share.

He really did like Iskandar's kisses. They were different from Sam's, sure and confident in an almost over the top way, but they made him melt - something about the way they gave off a hint of dominance. He hummed when Iskandar pulled away, the flush on his cheeks only partially from the alcohol now.

"Hmm, and how do you want to do that?" he inquired, the idea appealing to him though he wasn't quite getting to point B as quickly as Iskandar was.

"Write letters of our devotion! Then I shall send them to him and he will know how strong our love for him is."

He laughed and went to get Jim sat down, leaving the room for a moment so he could go out to the other room. There he found someone to give him writing materials that he brought back with him and spread out on the bed. Just the right amount for two.

"Come! I shall write one and you can write your own!"

"Love letters?" he asked, far more amused at the idea than he should be, and perhaps not taking it as seriously as Iskandar was. He had never written a love letter in his life. Well, that wasn't entirely true, but he didn't think middle school crushes counted for that sort of thing.

By the time Iskandar came back Kirk had shucked off his shoes and pants, leaving him in only his long tunic. He stretched and came over to collect some paper and a pen, rolling it against his lips as he considered what it was he wanted to write.

"What are you going to say?" he asked, peering at Iskandar's sheets.

Iskandar laughed and pushed his head away, not letting Jim see what he was writing. "This has to come entirely from your heart. You must thing about what you wish to write to him without influence of my own words."

Just like that, he was back to composing his own letter. It was clear it was lengthy but then again was there anything about Iskandar that wasn't? (Besides the obvious dirty references of course.) It just went without saying that everything he did would be over the top and that included this as well.

Kirk pouted, but only for a bare second before he looked down, considering his blank pages. What to write? What to say? He could compose reports well enough and lend words to his captain's log, but something this personal like this, something so close to his heart? That was much more difficult. Especially when it was things he had never said aloud...

Licking his lips, he set pen to paper, beginning to scribble.

To my dearest Samouel,

I can no longer keep these feelings inside of me. They eat away at my very soul, yearning to be free, to live inside both my heart and your own! So in this way I must tell you of my deepest love - of your buttocks.

Yes, Samouel, your buttocks! Those most perfect of globes, over which mathematicians and gods alike do weep. Never before has such artistry been found upon the human form! No more beautiful form in all of nature exists, nor ever shall again. No man knows the joy I do of being able to say he is beloved of such a being as you. No man knows the joy of looking upon your perfect posterior, in its godlike perfection and I thank the heavens every day for such privilege, for such honor!

An honor I hardly feel worthy of some days. An honor that at times weighs heavy in its regard for all I am delighted to bear it. An honor that terrifies me, when I speak honestly. Terrifies me because of how grateful I am for it, how it makes me heart race and brings me a sense of peace I have not known in all my years, even those among the stars. And it is the return to those stars that makes your regard so difficult to bear, so terrifying. The last thing I would want to do is hurt you, to bring you pain and yet -

And yet I cannot stop myself from caring, from taking pleasure in your company. From loving you, I suppose. That's the word most people would use. What Iskandar would surely use. It feels strange now to write it, to see it on a piece of paper and to know I mean it. I've avoided it, out of fear, out of wanting to protect you when the inevitable comes be it one day from now or a decade.

I'm sorry, because I know I should say this aloud. And I will. But for now, accept this and know it to be true.

Love,
Jim

He paused in his writing, looking down at that final word, his pen trembling. Drunk he might be, enough so to make foolish decisions, to simply pour his heart out when before he kept it all so close to his chest. He licked his lips, debating balling the page up and throwing it out, the sudden fear crawling up his throat again.

"God this probably makes no sense," he said aloud to Iskandar, moving to try and peer at the conqueror's once more.

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Iskandar laughed at the antics and pushed his head away playfully. "Now, now. This is for Sam's eyes and not yours. If Sam wishes to show you later that is another matter."

He carefully crafted the rest of it then blew on it gently so that way he could dry the ink that was there. Such a fine letter. In his opinion of course. And this way Jim's letter would make sense as well which was part of what he'd been going for. Though really it had been to express his own feelings and let him know he had a gift for him.

"I am sure it makes perfect sense for anyone who knows you well as we do."

Balance was not something drunk men could keep easily, not even Kirk, so even that gentle push was enough to knock him back with a 'whumph' into the sheets and pillows. But he giggled, showing no ill will for it, watching Iskandar go about the task. So dedicated, he thought. To every little thing he did. Even if done on a whim, Iskandar saw it through. He admired that about him, respected it. It made him proud to say he was this man's lover.

"If you know me so well then what am I thinking right now?" he asked, biting his lip around a smile.

"You are thinking your attention with letter writing is done and you wish to show me appreciation of another sort." He chuckled and made sure their letters were safely out of the way before rolling over to hover above the pretty man. What pretty things this lighting did for his eyes.

"Am I right?"

Warm laughter bubbled up, raising his arms and looping them around his shoulders. He laid back in the pillows, looking up at him with a shy little smile, enjoying the sheer presence of him above him. One could really see how strong Iskandar's jaw was from this angle, this little curl of his lip just at the corner that made for a gorgeous smile.

"I won't deny it," he murmured, moving his fingers into the fiery locks. "I've missed you..."

"You do not see me for but a few weeks and you crave my company this much? I am honored!"

He laughed and went to stretch out on his side to make it easier for Jim to reach him. At this point he could just overwhelm him with sexual favors but really there was something endearing about the way that the man acted when he was drunk. Cute. Sort of clumsy. Really he wanted him to keep it up for a little bit longer before they really went about exhausting Jim.

"Yeah, well, you know, you're special to me," he shifted to cuddle up against the massive man, enjoying the sheer size difference of them as he twined their legs and brushed his fingers through the coarse line of his beard. "I practically shared my deepest, darkest secret with you, so of course I'm going to miss you. A few weeks feels like a long time here, I've discovered."

He lifted his chin to enjoy the feel of fingers in his beard. A truly glorious sensation if anyone were to ask him. "Ah so you love me as I love you then? That is very good to hear. I had wondered how long this would take for you to say."

Even drunk, the words sink in to the small part of his brain that has learned to fear them. But at least drunk he doesn't think to much on them, on the initial, knee-jerk reaction that they inspired and instead focused on the heady warmth that built in his stomach while his head reeled with the shock.

"You love me?" he asked.

"Of course. I have for awhile."

It was easy for him of course. To just open his heart and let what would be be. Not every person was like that though. In fact, most weren't. It simply was the way that Iskandar was though so he confessed without a second thought on the matter and just let Jim react to it as he wished.

"What's 'awhile'?" he asked, pressing his face into Iskandar's chest, as if that might provide answers. If nothing else, it provided solidity, and he needed that right now. Alcohol was making the room spin a bit. Or maybe it was this sudden conversational turn. Both?

"For several months now." He looked down at him, rather amazed that Jim had been so unaware. Then again, he also seemed to be a young man unable to realize when he should confess to others so perhaps it wasn't too much of a surprise.

Not everything required a confession, Iskandar. And he had his reasons for not. Or, well, he told himself they were reasons. Perhaps they were just excuses. But it wasn't a subject his brain was currently up to tackling, fuzzy as it was, so full of cotton. Warm too.

"Several months, huh?" he mused before a cheeky, silly grin spread across his face. "You mean it wasn't love at first sight?" he giggled.

"I certainly liked you and cared about you quickly. However, I cannot say it was love at first sight. Though I doubt you even believe in that anyway." It didn't seem to be in Jim's nature as far as he could tell.

"But yes. I have loved you for several months."

"No, I believe in it," Kirk corrected with a pout before his addled mid suddenly decided now was a moment to become serious, even pensive. "It's just not for me. Love at first sight and all. It would be incon - incon - hard since I travel a lot."

He let out a soft, sighing sound, curling further into Iskandar, forehead nestled into the crook of shoulder and neck.

"I like that about you," he murmured. "You can say things like that, and I know you mean it." He paused, fingers curling against the broad chest. "It doesn't scare me."

"Since I only say things I mean with all of my heart, I should hope so."

He laughed softly then wrapped his arms around him so that way he could hold him closer. Jim was cute like this, so cuddly and affectionate. It was a memory he knew he was going to cherish for a long time to come.

"You should do it as well. It feels good."

He would blame the alcohol and sure it shared part of the blame. But they did say that when you said things drunk, it was the truth. Perhaps he would remember in the morning. Perhaps he would not. But it wouldn't make the feelings less true.

"Captains have a bit harder time of it," he insisted, eyes drooping.

He lifted a brow at that. "Of sharing your feelings so that way others will be able to open themselves to you in return and place more faith in you? Not to mention how good it feels?"

Drunk or not he was still going to point out how that didn't make any logical sense.

"No, not.. not that," he sighed, hiccuping after a sharp intake of breath. "I mean like saying I love you. But loving like this." His brow scrunched, obviously searching for words that wouldn't quite come to mind in his drunken state, forcing a frustrated gurgle out of him that he buried in Iskandar's chest.

"Can't have those kinds of relationships."

"Mm. There's a difference between can and shutting yourself off for other reasons. But we will talk about that another time when you are less intoxicated." He kissed his hair and smiled warmly at him. "I will be content in the knowledge that I know your heart until your mouth can find the words."

Really that was good enough for him.

He laughed warmly, the alcohol doing its work and pulling him down into sleep. It helped too that he felt safe with Iskandar's arms around him, assured nothing would happen - a security he hadn't felt with anyone other than Sam since arriving in Thedas.

"Night, Iskandar..." he murmured. "Sweet dreams..."

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