marlowemuses | Fools in Love, for gentry

When Laurent chose Ghost, Gansey's eyebrows rose, but he said nothing. It was one of the more absentminded horses. Awkward, shy, a little out of place. As they rode Gansey only chuckled at Laurent's struggles. The horse was... trying, but there was so much to see, Gansey couldn't blame the poor thing for being so distracted. All the horses received excellent training. It was simply a matter of disposition.

"It looks like you two are getting along," Gansey called back, having his own troubles with his horse. Blackberry was restless. He wanted to bolt down the road, bolt over the stream, bolt through a fence. He had so much pent up energy, and Gansey had his hands full keeping the horse at a peaceful trot rather than a reckless streak through the grass. He had spirit.

Gansey managed to goad Blackberry to a slow trot so that he could move beside Laurent. "He probably needs more attention than he's been getting. Think he's just bored in the stalls? The trail around the castle isn't exactly challenging, either."

"I think that's only part of it," Laurent said. He walked the horse sideways, then the other way sideways. Ghost did it with tidy, high steps, mincing delicately. "I think the problem is that he doesn't focus well. I think he needs a rider who knows how to get him to focus. I don't think he's actually clumsy or distracted. I'd like to work with him more."

Putting his heels to Ghost's sides, Laurent drove him forward across the field. It was more dangerous off the path, strewn with obstacles. Laurent drove the horse with a firm hand, pushing him forward, forcing him to focus, to trust.

They struggled at first, whenever Ghost balked or shied and then stumbled, but the horse quickly learned that it was in its best interest to trust Laurent's control. Then the two of them started to move in unison, smooth and controlled, and Ghost very quickly showed that his long legs let him step fast and delicate on the rough ground.

Looping him around, Laurent caught up with Gansey, smirking wide as he showed off his new harmony with his horse.

Gansey smiled, charmed by both Laurent and Ghost.

"I think he's found the right hand," he said with incredible affection. "I think it's a good idea for you to work with him more. We could take him out more frequently." Blackberry huffed and moved head, trotting quickly with his head held high, and Gansey laughed.

"He really wants to run. Shall we meet at the ruins? I need to wear this fellow out a bit. I'll go around, through the fields." Sending a wink, "Unless you'd like to try to keep up?"

Blackberry eased into a run and Gansey leaned forward, going off the trail and into the tall grass where trees were scarce. They moved as one, effortless, sleek and handsome.

Laurent nudged Ghost into a run after him, though he was still struggling to control the horse and he knew he'd have to meet up with Gansey at the ruins, as promised. He guided Ghost back to the trail, taking the one through the forest that had twists and turns. At high speed, it was plenty of challenge for Ghost, and he managed it gracefully, darting along the sharp switchbacks until they reached the ruins.

Exhilarated, he tied Ghost where he could graze, and then wandered into the ruins, climbing up on a pile of stones and looking around to find out if Gansey had already arrived.

Gansey ran Blackberry as much as the horse wanted. When he was satisfied, he gently lead the stallion to the ruins, where he tied the beast up so he had access to both water and grass. The horse huffs and calmed, pleased to have ran and content to relax now that he had gotten the work out he wanted so badly.

Having arrived first, Gansey began weaving between pillars and stones, simply admiring the ruins he'd known for so long. Once he was married and taking on more responsibility as heir, he wouldn't get to visit them as often. Time would stretch and his attention would be consumed. But those were the facts of life, weren't they?

When Laurent arrived he was lounging on the steps they had shared the last time they came. He waved, smiling, patting the spot beside him.

Laurent approached slowly, eyes wary, lips parted. He walked to the base of the steps where Gansey lounged, and sank to one knee, gazing up at him through his lashes with a look that was seductive, devoted, and guarded all at once. "Are you the king of this place?" he asked, voice quiet but resonant.

He tightened one of his fists, feeling nerves, hope, excitement, love. His heart thudded in his throat.

That was certainly a seductive look.

Gansey's lips curled into a smile as he leaned forward, resting his elbow on his knee and looking every part the king he would someday be. Neutral yet slightly guarded expression, the delicate life of an eyebrow, lips pursed, putting on just a touch of lofty airs.

"I was, and am, and will be. Only when the last stone has been buried beneath the earth, no longer meets the sun, will I fade."

Tilting his head, he leaned a bit more, so that he could lord over his lover. "And who, pray tell, are you?"

"I am Laurent of Vere," he answered, proud and determined and yet still yielding, every line in his body offering himself only to a man confident enough to take him. He didn't look away, knowing that Gansey would rule him and possess him, that he belonged utterly to his lover, and that Gansey would take him wholly.

Rising to his feet, Laurent stood before his king, chin lifted slightly. He was imperious and pleading, come to give all of himself in order to make one single demand. "I crave a boon."

"Oh?"

The King was not to be stood over or anywhere close, so Gansey stood in turn, slipping his index finger under that slightly lifted chin to lift it a touch more. One foot dropped down one step, knee bent, a gallant picture. With Laurent's face tilted up he was able to admire all the delicate features his fiance possessed.

"Laurent of Vere," Gansey mused as he brushed the pad of his thumb over Laurent's bottom lip. "What boon would you have? State what you desire."

Laurent's eyelashes fluttered at the touch on his lip, yielding a little more to his king. "I wish," Laurent murmured, eyes low-lidded and soft, "more than anything in the world, to be loved."

His skin tingled with affection and anticipation, knowing himself entirely in Gansey's power and thrilling in it. He knew that he would have what he desired, to be loved and possessed entirely by his king.

Gansey's other hand rose to cup Laurent's cheek. The man was always beautiful, even when wearing his strict clothing. Or working on a puzzle. Teasing, he was lovely. His smiles were Gansey's sunlight. However, Gansey loved the vulnerable Laurent most. When he was utterly himself and open, trusting, melting into Gansey's love.

"Then you're in luck," Gansey breathed, "because I happen to love you more than anything in the world."

Closing the distance between them, Gansey kissed Laurent. Fully, passionately, with the strength a man could only have when he had strong feelings and understood them. Holding Laurent's face between his hands, his kiss was deep, searching, thorough with the roll of his tongue. There was none of the shyness he had when they had first kissed on these stairs.

Laurent whimpered with contentment as Gansey kissed him. He parted his lips automatically, meeting Gansey's tongue with his own to welcome him. Caressing Gansey's lips and tongue, Laurent moaned louder as Gansey searched his mouth, claiming him. He hollowed his cheeks around Gansey's tongue, remembering the pleasure of sucking on Gansey's cock.

Reaching for Gansey, Laurent yielded to him, moaning and whimpering without holding anything back as Gansey claimed him.

He was breathless when Gansey released him, eyes wide and dark with arousal and focused faithfully on Gansey's eyes, ready to obey any whim from his lover.

The sounds Laurent made were heavenly, sending a charge of arousal through Gansey's body. They were somehow even more prominent among the ruins than they had been in the Tower, the only noise to join them other than the soft rustle of grass in the morning wind.

Stepping down, taking each step slowly, Gansey slid his hand into Laurent's.

"Come with me."

He lead Laurent a little farther into the ruins. There were other pillars and, deeper in, there were arches. One was half broken and stood only about three feet tall from the grass to its rounded edge. Kneeling onto the ground, laying out beneath the arch, he opened his arms to his lover.

Laurent followed, trusting and obedient, and crawled at once into Gansey's arms. The place was beautiful, and combined with his fond memories and love of Gansey, he found himself more attached to the ruins than anywhere else he had ever been. Smiling with adoration, he watched Gansey's eyes, nestling close for a kiss and to offer himself, heart and body, to his beloved. He felt as though everything in him was glowing with affection and warmth.

Once Laurent crawled into his arms, Gansey held him close. So warm, so perfect. The grass was soft beneath them and the breeze was pleasant. The trees and pillars blocked any direct glares from the sun.

Lovingly, Gansey smoothed his fingers through Laurent's hair. Cupped his cheek. When their lips met it was with all the affection in the world, yet firm, with parted lips. There was no rush; he wanted to appreciate every golden moment. Slowly, the young heir moved his lips and tongue. When their lips parted it was only a second before they were rolling into the next kiss,

Laurent followed his lead, giving him everything and sighing with contentment. His mind was quiet, leaving only trust and love. He wound their legs together, hands clinging to Gansey's shirt as they kissed.

"Gansey," he sighed once, like a prayer, and then moaned as Gansey drew him into another lingering kiss.

"I like," he muttered against Laurent's lips, "when you say my name. Very much."

Gansey claimed Laurent's mouth in another demanding kiss as his hands wandered. Pressed down against the fabric of his shirt and then sliding up underneath it to tickle belly. Thumbs tracing along the handsome contours of Laurent's body. Eventually his fingers found the fastenings of Laurent's pants and he tugged them free, coaxing the offending fabric down over his lover's hips.

Laurent dissolved into the laughter at the tickling, squirming against Gansey and pressing even closer. He moaned into the kiss, shifting his body in order to help Gansey pull him out of his trousers.

His tongue flicked at Gansey's lips, playful and inviting, thinking of nothing but the way their bodies moved together. "Gansey," he murmured between kisses, smiling with pleasure each time he said it.

"You're very ticklish, aren't you?" Gansey laughed, utterly delighted and teasing as he nipped at Laurent's lips.

"Precious."

Utterly, amazingly precious. And he had the privilege of cherishing this adorable, precious man for the rest of his life? What a blessing.

Hands roaming, he palmed at Laurent's cock, drawing it out of his pants so that he could admire it with his fingers.

"Not ticklish," Laurent insisted, with a lofty arch of one of his golden brows, trying to act unaffected despite his quickened breath and flushed cheeks. "Not precious. Nonsense."

He slid his own hand down inside Gansey's trousers, panting softly and nipping at Gansey's lips in return. His other arm hugged around Gansey's neck, keeping him possessively close. "Gansey."

"Mmh, not nonsense," he breathed, laughter trailing after. Which cut into a low moan when he felt Laurent's hand wander down into his pants. That made his breath hitch.

"I want this all off," Gansey complained, tugging unhappily at Laurent's tunic, breaking to nuzzle his face along his lover's shoulder.

"I want to see you."

Laurent grinned triumphantly when he made Gansey moan, cherishing each little moan and gasp that he earned.

"I'm yours," Laurent promised, trying to wiggle out of his tunic and laughing as Gansey kept getting in the way with his kisses and nuzzling. "Gansey!" Still laughing, Laurent finally got it off, tossing the tunic aside and grabbing Gansey for an enthusiastic kiss.

"I can't help it," he shot right back, laughing. "I can't keep myself off of you. You're too delectable."

Especially when he was topless. Gansey melted into the kiss, thoroughly claiming his lover's mouth with his tongue, pressing his body down against Laurent's. Breaking the kiss, Gansey grinned.

"And you're all mine."

With a growl, Gansey bit right above Laurent's nipple, sucking at the milky white skin. There were some faded marks from their previous trysts, but faded was no good. Laurent should, in his opinion, always have a few fresh marks on him.

Laurent cried out and arched at the bite, whole body thrilling from that possessive growl. He moaned happily, laughter and arousal mingling as he tangled his hands into Gansey's hair, pulling him into another kiss.

He was addicted to Gansey's kisses, especially when they were possessive and unrestrained. He craved Gansey, longing for him with every moment, every breath.

"Gansey," he breathed, between kisses.

His knee slid up between Gansey's, smile wicked as he ground his thigh against his lover's groin. "Gansey."

It was easier to be himself around the ruins. Like he'd always belonged there, like he really was king of broken stones and patches of dirt. Being together in the tower was nice and private, but was still in the castle. Under the sky, he felt different. Charged. More real.

Which was why his kisses were more passionate and unrelenting, sloppier, peppered with nips and greedy sucking. Breaking only to gasp when he feels Laurent's leg pushing up against him, Gansey returned the wicked smile with one of his own, rolling his hips down and freely grinding in return. It felt good to grind his erection against Laurent, even if it was also maddening. Wonderfully so.

"God, I love you," he laughed, bright and utterly besotted.

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