Is it too soon to do this yet? (Richard)

[Tristian]

It was one of those evenings where he really could not be bothered doing anything.

He had intended to hit the club later on, but now that he was sitting here on the couch, channel hopping, dressed in a shirt he had found in the wash and a pair of shorts he really couldn’t be bothered moving. He wasn’t even sure if the shirt was his and started to wonder if it might have been left behind by one of his recent one night stands. You think they might have noticed that they had headed on home without a shirt. Oh well, if it was really that important then they would come back.

Tristian smiled a little sadly. They never came back.

He wasn’t sure he would give it back anyway, it smelled nice for being in the wash, and it was comfortable too. He had finally settled on some strange documentary when he heard the door opening.

“Hey,” he said without looking round, “did you remember to get milk?”

[Richard Locksley]

Richard kicked the door shut behind him, glad to finally be home after what had turned out to be a long and stressful day. Though thankfully not a forgetful one, as he waved a shopping bag in Tristian's direction as he glanced into the living room.

"More teabags too, we were running low," which just seemed to be an inevitable occurrence in their house, Richard would blame Tristian, but he drank just as much. No point putting the kettle on for just one of them after all.

He'd been intending to move on straight to the kitchen, but he hesitated in the doorway with a frown, staring at Tristian for a moment as if trying to puzzle something out, before eventually saying "Is that my shirt?"

[Tristian]

He hadn’t even noticed that they had been running low again. It was nice having someone else around to make the tea, it was always so much better when someone else made it and he had been pleasantly surprised to find out that Richard could make a decent cup of tea. Then again, his mother had been his mother’s best friend, no doubt there was some passing of skills there. Then he remembered Richard’s history and wondered if Marian had had time to pass on such a thing before Richard came here.

“That’s good,” he called out as he watched the TV, trying to figure out what the hell this documentary he had landed on was about.

When Richard poked his head back into the room Tristian looked down at the shirt and said, “it’s yours? I just found it in the wash. I thought that guy from last night had left it…” he grinned at Richard, “mine now.”

[Richard Locksley]

"The guy you dragged to your bed last night definitely did not have expensive enough taste for that shirt," Richard pointed out, raising an eyebrow "Also since when do your one night stands attempt to do laundry?"

He glanced over at the TV, wondering what had gotten Tristian so enthralled that he was lounging around in somebody else's shirt, just in time to see what looked like an orgy going on, before the screen cut back to a middle aged woman talking about... swinging? Was that was she just said? What did that have to do with anything?

"Are you sitting around in my shirt watching porn?" he asked, confused.

[Tristian]

Tristian turned to Richard looking mock offended and said, “excuse your face, I never have to drag anyone to my , and as I recall you certainly came willingly enough.”

Although Richard did have a point, the guy from last night did not look like the kind of person that would own a shirt like the one he was currently wearing, and laundry was never really their priority in the morning. “Well, it was in my wash basket so really, it’s your own fault for putting it there,” said Tristian with a satisfied smirk, “can’t expect to put a shirt like that in front of me and not expect me to claim it as my own. Besides, it smells nice, what aftershave is that?”

He quickly looked back round at the TV, picking up the remote as he did and looked a little horrified, but also morbidly curious at what was happening, “No! I was just channel hopping; I was trying to figure out what it was about…I’ll change it.”

He quickly moved on to a different channel just as the middle aged woman was introducing what appeared to be her very accommodating and understanding partner, and instead the handsome face of Jon Snow filled the screen. Tristian smiled and said, “That’s better. Have you ever seen Game of Thrones?”

[Richard Locksley]

Richard smirked, disappearing briefly to drop the groceries in the kitchen and calling back through "I wasn't the only one who came willingly."

He returned to the living room and dropped down onto the sofa next to Tristian, one arm going up over the back of the sofa behind Tristian's head. He wasn't putting his arm around Tristian, of course, he was just resting it there. There was a weird comfort around Tristian, as though he didn't have to pretend to be anything, and he knew nobody was watching - it wasn't that he didn't keep any secrets from the other boy, he simply just didn't feel as guarded around him.

"I'm not going to go all the way to my room when your wash basket is right there," he shrugged, leaning in slightly to sniff at the shirt collar, trying to separate the scent from whatever Tristian was wearing "I think it's Hugo Boss or something, you want to borrow it?"

He found himself frowning at the TV when Tristian flipped the channel, the scowly looking face on the screen looked disturbingly like his brother.
"No?"

[Tristian]

Tristian, not having time to stop himself, giggled. It was fine, he thought, Richard was in the other room, he probably didn’t hear. Although he came to the conclusion that he wouldn’t have cared much if he had.

When Richard came back and sat down on the sofa, without even really thinking about it he leaned in, shifting himself so he was resting against Richard’s side. He was warm, and comfortable, and Richard was the kind of person where if he was uncomfortable he would just say. Tristian tilted his head to expose his neck a little more as Richard leaned down to check the aftershave, trying not to enjoy the little whisper of breathe on his skin as Richard came in closer. However he could t stop the smile. He glanced up at him and said, “yes please, it’s either that or I start stealing all your shirts.”

He grinned and went back to watching the TV, “it’s good, I think this is one of the older ones.”

This was confirmed when Robb Stark appeared, Tristian smiled, “Mordred said you look like him, I kind of agree.”

The smile disappeared for a moment and he stared to frown, “oh...yeah...about Mordred...he uh...he knows about me now. That I’m...you know. Don’t worry, he’s not going to tell anyone else and I told him that you didn’t know about me so that should deflect any suspicion on you.”

[Richard Locksley]

Richard just rolled his eyes as Tristian snuggled up to him, but he didn't bother moving. It wasn't exactly uncomfortable and there wasn't anybody around to keep a mask up for, so he may as well just let the redhead enjoy himself - it would probably get them both laid later after all. It definitely wasn't because he found it quite comfortable as well, and it wasn't like he'd ever have that kind of closeness with anyone else.

"You can borrow the aftershave," Richard said bluntly "Leave my shirts where they are." except for the one he was wearing, he was probably never going to get that back. At least it wasn't one of his favourites.

"Like him?" he frowned at the serious man on the television screen, shaking his head after a moment "I don't see it, why did I come up-" he stopped, frowning even deeper at Tristian admitting he had confessed to Mordred. Richard wondered how much he'd told the other boy but decided not to pry, and while he wasn't exactly pleased he couldn't really say anything if Tristian had managed to keep his secret.
"...Fine." he shrugged.

[Tristian]

Well…that had gone better than expected.

He had been anticipating a little more outrage from the eldest Locksley in regards to his little confession to Mordred and so was a little taken aback when all he got was…’Fine’. He had also expected Richard to move away, or…just do something…but he didn’t…

“Ok,” said Tristian, clearly the conversation on the front was over.

Tristian relaxed a bit and shifted a little to get even more comfortable against Richard. He sat in silence for a bit and said, “you came up because I said I liked Robb Stark and he pointed out that you look like him…because you do. Fact. Just accept it. You’re a hottie.”

[Richard Locksley]

Richard might have said more, or done more, but he didn't think Tristian would lie to him about that, and if it turned out he had... well, he'd get his revenge. It might seem like a harsh thought to anybody else, but it was probably the closest he got to trusting somebody.

"Oh you do, do you?" Richard raised an eyebrow, glancing down at Tristian with a smirk "and you say that like I don't already know, I'm well aware I'm very attractive." he added, tone as confident as ever - he wasn't the type to be self-deprecating and he knew Tristian knew it, so why bother.

"I'll accept being compared to him then."

[Tristian]

Tristian just smiled as Richard arrogantly claimed he knew how hot he was, it would have caused others to roll their eyes but it was one of the things he liked about the other guy. Confidence was a real turn on, and Richard seemed to have lots of it to spare.

“Good,” said Tristian, pulling down Richard’s arm that was behind his head so it was wrapped around him, “you should.”

As he watched he began to run his hand up and down Richard’s arm and even through the fabric he felt the raised ridges. His mind flashed back to the first night they spent together and he remembered feeling the same things, not just on his arms but all over his body. He gently pulled back the sleeve of Richard’s shirt and said, “so…what’s the story behind these?”

[Richard Locksley]

He raised an eyebrow at Tristian when the other boy pulled his arm down around his shoulders, shaking his head slightly.
"Feeling a little starved for affection are we?" his tone was matter-of-fact rather than mocking, but he still sounded slightly amused "Or is this just a really weird seduction technique, because if you want more sex you just have to say."

It took Richard a moment to realise that Tristian was feeling his scars as he ran his fingers up and down his arm, it wasn't until he pulled back his shirt sleeve that he clicked what was going on, and he tensed a little even as he shrugged casually.
"I fell out of a lot of trees as a kid," he said with forced nonchalance, eyes firmly fixed on the tv.

[Tristian]

“Oh yes, completely starved,” said Tristian looking up at him and doing his best ‘little old helpless me’ look before falling back into his usual resting bitch face,“and only you would think this would be a weird seduction technique, this is a classic move I’ll have you know.”

He continued to run his fingers over the scars, and frowned at the response that Richard gave him, “a tree?”

This ground was going to have to be tread carefully if he was going to get an answers. He continued exploring Richard’s skin with his fingers, following the lines up under the sleeve of his shirt, whilst his other hand began running up and down Richards thigh, seeing if he could feel the ridges of the scars there through his jeans.

“Mmm no,” said Tristian quietly, “too neat for a cut from a tree. Sword though...deflecting a blow with your arm...yeah that could leave a mark like that...”

[Richard Locksley]

"I don't know about classic, but where I'm from the signs are... more secretive, but less subtle." they were careful and measured at first, but if you knew the person in question had proclivities the same as yours, there was no need for such a dance, you simply had to hide your advances away from the prying eyes of anyone else and get on with it.

Richard was finding the gentle touch of Tristian's fingers oddly enjoyable, even tracing across his scars it was pleasant, a softer, gentler touch to what he was used to from... well, anyone, really. He might joke about Tristian being starved for affection, but truly he was, he just didn't want to admit it even to himself.

He frowned at the comment, as much as he'd relaxed under the touch a little of that tension returned again.
"Observant, aren't we?" he replied a little snippily "Fine, those are probably sword blows." most of them were, on his arms at any rate. A few other weapons in the mix, but usually with similar looking results.

[Tristian]

Trsitian nodded; he knew what Richard meant, it was the same in Camelot and the Summer Country, almost a secret language all on its own. As the Prince of Camelot however he tended to be a lot more careful with who he selected. Discretion was always key and he made sure to be absolutely sure before he continued with any of his advances. Over the years he had gotten pretty good at it, even if he did say so himself, something that was proving to be incredibly useful in Tintagel where one didn’t needed to be quite was subtle. However he then looked up at him in mock surprise and said, “you mean I wasn’t the first?!”

He noted the ice in Richard’s tone and thought about backing down, he had clearly lied for a reason, most likely because he didn’t want to talk about it. However…perhaps talking about it was what Richard needed…or…at least…acknowledgement…

Tracing his fingers along the arm he pointed to another one that did not look like a cut and said, “Arrow?”