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keelywolfeTitle: Leading a Charmed Life
by Keelywolfe
Fandom: Fables
Pairing: Prince Charming / Boy Blue
Rated NC-17
Summary: Set during issue #10, because not only is Prince Charming...weirdly...in charge, but if there was only one guest room on the farm before, I couldn't help but wonder where everyone was sleeping.
~~*~~
It was entirely too early to be awake, though it hadn't stopped Charming's body from doing such. Sitting in an uncomfortable chair in only his trousers was far more suited to some dreadful mundy television show than the life of a prince, but on occasion, sacrifices had to be made. Charming had learned a great deal about that over the years. Such was the existence of a prince without a kingdom.
The tiny bottle of brandy he had discovered in the wet bar was of a decent sort though, so he supposed that made up for his surroundings. And this particular setting would be more temporary for him than most; sulking about it would be petty, especially with a glass of fine brandy at hand.
It was no surprise to him that he had been chosen to oversee the war trials on the farm in Bigby's place. It was perfectly suited to him, particularly since Fabletown was footing all of the bills. With only one guest room available at the farm, Charming had graciously allowed Bluebeard possession of it and had chosen to stay at the nearby mundy town.
In a mundy hotel room, no less. So terribly vulgar, really, but then, a few of his other choices had been such of late.
"You aren't actually sitting there thinking, are you? Because it would ruin your reputation of being a thoughtless user, you know."
He took a sip of brandy, rolling the warm, mellow flavor over his tongue before he answered. "On the contrary, I've never been accused of being thoughtless. That's probably contributed to the rather righteous anger of the ladies who've been on the used portion of the equation."
It was hardly the first time he'd sat up and watched the pretty blond sprawled between borrowed sheets sleeping although Charming would admit that knowing the blond's name did add a touch of novelty to the occasion.
"Then try to think a little quieter, would you? Some of us just spent the better part of an hour on our knees, if you recall."
"Oh, yes." A talented cocksucker was always worth a little extra consideration, rare as they were to find. "Little boy blue, come blow my horn."
Blue groaned loudly and pulled one of the rumpled pillows over his head. "Like I've never heard that one before."
Perverse turns of phrase were always the first coined. "I admit, you never really struck me as a poof."
"I'm not," he yawned. The pillow slipped off and the newly exposed tufts of blond hung lankly over Blue's eyes, gleaming palely in the neon light creeping in through the slatted blinds covering the windows. "I'm also not blind. You're Prince fucking Charming. If you can't go ass end up for anyone else, then at least a guy should give it a go for you."
"I see you're charming as well." Little bastard's tongue was as tart as it was clever. It rather reminded Charming of someone. Perhaps several someones. "Lovely as that little speech was, I'm afraid I'm entirely too well-versed to believe you're a virgin. Or were, as the case may be."
"I suppose there is that," Blue mumbled into his pillow. His one visible eye was closed, lashes as pale as sunlight gracing his cheek.
Well, a true gentleman should be able to find poetry in anything.
The boy rolled onto his back and stretched; the sheet covering what little modesty he still possessed was doing a poor job of even that. "I spent time in an army, Charming. As a squire. They don't keep young boys around just to keep the metal swords sharp."
True enough. Blue had been at the last castle with the rest of the rabble. If one were able to subtract the filth and the stench of shit and rotting hay, it would probably have been a pretty enough sight. That soft, red mouth servicing the general, lapping at him with that little pink tongue while his commander tore his hands through that cornsilk hair. Having just experienced it himself, Charming thought it was a wonder that the man had ever allowed the boy off his knees because surely if he'd had command of him--
Another time, perhaps.
"And yet, I'm still wondering why you're between the sheets with me," Charming said aloud. "You aren't a typical little mundy whore and you work for my ex-wife. I'm sure you understand why I have a difficult time believing that you don't have an agenda of some sort."
He finally cracked open one eye, the gleam of blue infinitely deeper for being surrounded with paleness. "Please tell me you're joking."
"There is always time and place for jest but I've never found it to be three am."
"Pardon me if I laugh anyway," Blue said and he was indeed chuckling. And pushing one hand beneath the sheets where it moved in a most interesting fashion. "What reason could I possibly have to get you into bed, aside from the obvious? Blackmail is reserved for rich princes, your highness."
He simply must have learned that sardonic tone from Snow. Mere mortals couldn't be expected to be born possessing that level of acidity without poisoning their mother's at the breast. "Touché."
"But now you've caught my interest, let me think." Blue turned to lie on his belly, resting his chin on his hands. "I suppose I could be planning to expose this little tête á tête to Fabletown at large. A front page exposé, maybe? Secret cameras and all that James Bond bullshit?" He rolled over, closed his eyes again. "Please. That would net me what? Five minutes of humiliation for you? Hardly worth the effort."
Probably true, in Blue's case at least. Others might haggle over that price.
"Actually, when it comes down to it, I have a great deal more to lose than you," Blue said thoughtfully, "I highly doubt Ms White would accept a persuasive need to get off as an excuse to sleep with her ex."
"Blue balls and all that."
"God, please stop talking," Blue groaned.
"You've made a valid point, though." The chair really wasn't terribly comfortable, not nearly as much as the warm, living cushion sprawled across the sheets. Patience could, however, be rewarding. "What's to stop me from blackmailing you?"
"Several things. The simplest being that you'd never do it."
"Oh? Do tell."
"Aside from the fact that you'd consider actual criminal activity to be far beneath you?" Blue didn't so much as move to look over his shoulder. He kicked one foot free of the sheets, curling his toes against the cool air. "You'd never hurt Snow like that."
"I wouldn't depend on that to save you. I believe that she would argue that I've had plenty of practice at hurting her."
The boy actually laughed, tipping his head back against the pillow and exposing the warm line of his throat. "Charming, you are a world class asshole. You'll use them, no question. You'll take their money and break their hearts. But this? Why, it might bring that famous virility of yours into question if they found out you like to bugger the boys as well."
Blue, blue eyes looking at him, blue clothes scattered on the floor. A clever tongue and a surprisingly clever mind. "And we both know her reputation would suffer along with yours."
He rolled back towards the wall and drew his knees up a little. It had the effect of pushing his rear in Charming's direction, the same pert little ass that had gotten him into this quandary to begin with. Well, it wasn't like he had never known his own failings and the chair was entirely too uncomfortable. His own trousers fell to the floor again before he shifted over the boy, pressing against the smooth, cool skin of his back.
"You're questioning my virility?" If nothing else, he couldn't question the perfection of this boy's ass. Cupped in his palms, it was just the right amount of cushion verses muscle, entirely easy to pull the boy to his knees, a position he had surely been in many times before this night but it hadn't made him any less sweet to touch.
"Never." The word trailed into a groan, Blue's fingers clenched in the pillow were bleached nearly white and the sight made Charming smile. Pretty boy was rather like Snow in this as well; cool, silken perfection until they found themselves tumbled on the bed. They spread their legs willing enough then, and he was still slick inside from the last time, whimpering as Charming added generously to it, slipping his fingers in just to feel the hot stretch of it. "Of all the names you deserve, impotent is not one of them. Not if you do that ag— ah!"
He much preferred the boy's mouth when it wasn't speaking. Much better like this, gasping and whining, mangling obscenities with Charming balls-deep inside him.
"Besides, it's not like I'm worth blackmailing," Blue managed to gasp, "I'm hardly rich and –oh, god, right – ah – and I let you – fuck!"
"Yes, you let me fuck you from time to time, very true." It seemed like the boy might actually be trying to say something else and in the interest of both their orgasms, it seemed best to push two fingers into his mouth, forcing him to suck on them. Slick little tongue between his fingers made him think of other places it had been, tight, hot little mouth almost as good as his tight little ass and yes, it was dreadfully vulgar to pull his fingers free, slip them still wet between Blue's legs but the lovely little writhe he did excused it.
"Oh, that's…oh, God, you – yeah, just –"
He chose to take this continuing speech as a compliment. Not difficult to do with the way the boy was pushing back at him, wriggling and rolling his hips in a way that could never be taught, could only been known, some ingrained little notion of how to make a prince hiss out a breath at how good it really was. Easy to dig his fingers into the giving flesh of the boy's hips, lifting him to make the angle that much deeper and it was more triumph than usual to hear the person beneath him choke out a cry in the face of their orgasm, following himself a bare second later with his lower lip clenched between his teeth, stifling his own cry.
The air around them was thick with the scent of their sex and semen, nothing feminine to soften it. Charming found he was too tired to mind at all.
~~*~~
The sky was only graying with dawn when he slipped out of the bed again. Dreadful as this little hotel managed to be, the hot water was a type of bliss that he would always manage to appreciate. Showers were one of the few mundy devices he planned to take with him when, if, they managed to return to the homelands.
Blue didn't stir, still bundled tightly within the blankets and sheets as Charming freed his clothing from the tangled clutches of Blue's. He couldn't help frowning in distaste at the wrinkled state but donned them regardless. The coat made necessary by the foul weather would hide the damages.
He did pause at the door, sparing a glance at the pale sprawl of blond against the pillowcases.
"Stay fast asleep, Boy Blue," he whispered. Much better to be face to face after showers and coffee, he was sure. The bulk of the cases had been seen to the day before and after the last of the quick sentencing, the major tribunal would begin. They might be here for another week, perhaps longer.
Charming whistled cheerily as he knotted his tie, heading down to a breakfast at the expense of the Fabletown magistrate. Today promised to be interesting at the least.
And tonight…tonight would make its own promises. Of that, he was sure.
-finis-
Note: Some part of me that is about twelve wanted so badly to name this 'Some Day My Prince Will Come' but I do have some taste, from time to time. *G*
by Keelywolfe
Fandom: Fables
Pairing: Prince Charming / Boy Blue
Rated NC-17
Summary: Set during issue #10, because not only is Prince Charming...weirdly...in charge, but if there was only one guest room on the farm before, I couldn't help but wonder where everyone was sleeping.
~~*~~
It was entirely too early to be awake, though it hadn't stopped Charming's body from doing such. Sitting in an uncomfortable chair in only his trousers was far more suited to some dreadful mundy television show than the life of a prince, but on occasion, sacrifices had to be made. Charming had learned a great deal about that over the years. Such was the existence of a prince without a kingdom.
The tiny bottle of brandy he had discovered in the wet bar was of a decent sort though, so he supposed that made up for his surroundings. And this particular setting would be more temporary for him than most; sulking about it would be petty, especially with a glass of fine brandy at hand.
It was no surprise to him that he had been chosen to oversee the war trials on the farm in Bigby's place. It was perfectly suited to him, particularly since Fabletown was footing all of the bills. With only one guest room available at the farm, Charming had graciously allowed Bluebeard possession of it and had chosen to stay at the nearby mundy town.
In a mundy hotel room, no less. So terribly vulgar, really, but then, a few of his other choices had been such of late.
"You aren't actually sitting there thinking, are you? Because it would ruin your reputation of being a thoughtless user, you know."
He took a sip of brandy, rolling the warm, mellow flavor over his tongue before he answered. "On the contrary, I've never been accused of being thoughtless. That's probably contributed to the rather righteous anger of the ladies who've been on the used portion of the equation."
It was hardly the first time he'd sat up and watched the pretty blond sprawled between borrowed sheets sleeping although Charming would admit that knowing the blond's name did add a touch of novelty to the occasion.
"Then try to think a little quieter, would you? Some of us just spent the better part of an hour on our knees, if you recall."
"Oh, yes." A talented cocksucker was always worth a little extra consideration, rare as they were to find. "Little boy blue, come blow my horn."
Blue groaned loudly and pulled one of the rumpled pillows over his head. "Like I've never heard that one before."
Perverse turns of phrase were always the first coined. "I admit, you never really struck me as a poof."
"I'm not," he yawned. The pillow slipped off and the newly exposed tufts of blond hung lankly over Blue's eyes, gleaming palely in the neon light creeping in through the slatted blinds covering the windows. "I'm also not blind. You're Prince fucking Charming. If you can't go ass end up for anyone else, then at least a guy should give it a go for you."
"I see you're charming as well." Little bastard's tongue was as tart as it was clever. It rather reminded Charming of someone. Perhaps several someones. "Lovely as that little speech was, I'm afraid I'm entirely too well-versed to believe you're a virgin. Or were, as the case may be."
"I suppose there is that," Blue mumbled into his pillow. His one visible eye was closed, lashes as pale as sunlight gracing his cheek.
Well, a true gentleman should be able to find poetry in anything.
The boy rolled onto his back and stretched; the sheet covering what little modesty he still possessed was doing a poor job of even that. "I spent time in an army, Charming. As a squire. They don't keep young boys around just to keep the metal swords sharp."
True enough. Blue had been at the last castle with the rest of the rabble. If one were able to subtract the filth and the stench of shit and rotting hay, it would probably have been a pretty enough sight. That soft, red mouth servicing the general, lapping at him with that little pink tongue while his commander tore his hands through that cornsilk hair. Having just experienced it himself, Charming thought it was a wonder that the man had ever allowed the boy off his knees because surely if he'd had command of him--
Another time, perhaps.
"And yet, I'm still wondering why you're between the sheets with me," Charming said aloud. "You aren't a typical little mundy whore and you work for my ex-wife. I'm sure you understand why I have a difficult time believing that you don't have an agenda of some sort."
He finally cracked open one eye, the gleam of blue infinitely deeper for being surrounded with paleness. "Please tell me you're joking."
"There is always time and place for jest but I've never found it to be three am."
"Pardon me if I laugh anyway," Blue said and he was indeed chuckling. And pushing one hand beneath the sheets where it moved in a most interesting fashion. "What reason could I possibly have to get you into bed, aside from the obvious? Blackmail is reserved for rich princes, your highness."
He simply must have learned that sardonic tone from Snow. Mere mortals couldn't be expected to be born possessing that level of acidity without poisoning their mother's at the breast. "Touché."
"But now you've caught my interest, let me think." Blue turned to lie on his belly, resting his chin on his hands. "I suppose I could be planning to expose this little tête á tête to Fabletown at large. A front page exposé, maybe? Secret cameras and all that James Bond bullshit?" He rolled over, closed his eyes again. "Please. That would net me what? Five minutes of humiliation for you? Hardly worth the effort."
Probably true, in Blue's case at least. Others might haggle over that price.
"Actually, when it comes down to it, I have a great deal more to lose than you," Blue said thoughtfully, "I highly doubt Ms White would accept a persuasive need to get off as an excuse to sleep with her ex."
"Blue balls and all that."
"God, please stop talking," Blue groaned.
"You've made a valid point, though." The chair really wasn't terribly comfortable, not nearly as much as the warm, living cushion sprawled across the sheets. Patience could, however, be rewarding. "What's to stop me from blackmailing you?"
"Several things. The simplest being that you'd never do it."
"Oh? Do tell."
"Aside from the fact that you'd consider actual criminal activity to be far beneath you?" Blue didn't so much as move to look over his shoulder. He kicked one foot free of the sheets, curling his toes against the cool air. "You'd never hurt Snow like that."
"I wouldn't depend on that to save you. I believe that she would argue that I've had plenty of practice at hurting her."
The boy actually laughed, tipping his head back against the pillow and exposing the warm line of his throat. "Charming, you are a world class asshole. You'll use them, no question. You'll take their money and break their hearts. But this? Why, it might bring that famous virility of yours into question if they found out you like to bugger the boys as well."
Blue, blue eyes looking at him, blue clothes scattered on the floor. A clever tongue and a surprisingly clever mind. "And we both know her reputation would suffer along with yours."
He rolled back towards the wall and drew his knees up a little. It had the effect of pushing his rear in Charming's direction, the same pert little ass that had gotten him into this quandary to begin with. Well, it wasn't like he had never known his own failings and the chair was entirely too uncomfortable. His own trousers fell to the floor again before he shifted over the boy, pressing against the smooth, cool skin of his back.
"You're questioning my virility?" If nothing else, he couldn't question the perfection of this boy's ass. Cupped in his palms, it was just the right amount of cushion verses muscle, entirely easy to pull the boy to his knees, a position he had surely been in many times before this night but it hadn't made him any less sweet to touch.
"Never." The word trailed into a groan, Blue's fingers clenched in the pillow were bleached nearly white and the sight made Charming smile. Pretty boy was rather like Snow in this as well; cool, silken perfection until they found themselves tumbled on the bed. They spread their legs willing enough then, and he was still slick inside from the last time, whimpering as Charming added generously to it, slipping his fingers in just to feel the hot stretch of it. "Of all the names you deserve, impotent is not one of them. Not if you do that ag— ah!"
He much preferred the boy's mouth when it wasn't speaking. Much better like this, gasping and whining, mangling obscenities with Charming balls-deep inside him.
"Besides, it's not like I'm worth blackmailing," Blue managed to gasp, "I'm hardly rich and –oh, god, right – ah – and I let you – fuck!"
"Yes, you let me fuck you from time to time, very true." It seemed like the boy might actually be trying to say something else and in the interest of both their orgasms, it seemed best to push two fingers into his mouth, forcing him to suck on them. Slick little tongue between his fingers made him think of other places it had been, tight, hot little mouth almost as good as his tight little ass and yes, it was dreadfully vulgar to pull his fingers free, slip them still wet between Blue's legs but the lovely little writhe he did excused it.
"Oh, that's…oh, God, you – yeah, just –"
He chose to take this continuing speech as a compliment. Not difficult to do with the way the boy was pushing back at him, wriggling and rolling his hips in a way that could never be taught, could only been known, some ingrained little notion of how to make a prince hiss out a breath at how good it really was. Easy to dig his fingers into the giving flesh of the boy's hips, lifting him to make the angle that much deeper and it was more triumph than usual to hear the person beneath him choke out a cry in the face of their orgasm, following himself a bare second later with his lower lip clenched between his teeth, stifling his own cry.
The air around them was thick with the scent of their sex and semen, nothing feminine to soften it. Charming found he was too tired to mind at all.
~~*~~
The sky was only graying with dawn when he slipped out of the bed again. Dreadful as this little hotel managed to be, the hot water was a type of bliss that he would always manage to appreciate. Showers were one of the few mundy devices he planned to take with him when, if, they managed to return to the homelands.
Blue didn't stir, still bundled tightly within the blankets and sheets as Charming freed his clothing from the tangled clutches of Blue's. He couldn't help frowning in distaste at the wrinkled state but donned them regardless. The coat made necessary by the foul weather would hide the damages.
He did pause at the door, sparing a glance at the pale sprawl of blond against the pillowcases.
"Stay fast asleep, Boy Blue," he whispered. Much better to be face to face after showers and coffee, he was sure. The bulk of the cases had been seen to the day before and after the last of the quick sentencing, the major tribunal would begin. They might be here for another week, perhaps longer.
Charming whistled cheerily as he knotted his tie, heading down to a breakfast at the expense of the Fabletown magistrate. Today promised to be interesting at the least.
And tonight…tonight would make its own promises. Of that, he was sure.
-finis-
Note: Some part of me that is about twelve wanted so badly to name this 'Some Day My Prince Will Come' but I do have some taste, from time to time. *G*
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Date: 2005-08-16 06:58 pm (UTC)That was...
Yeah.
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Date: 2005-08-16 08:55 pm (UTC)I still need to go back and finish your K/C stories (work and trip digressions, argh) but what I'd read had me rolling. Very much looking forward catching up with the rest. :)
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Date: 2005-08-18 12:20 pm (UTC)Blue Boy is just wonderful, no questions. ;)
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Date: 2005-08-16 10:13 pm (UTC)It was LOL funny, dead on, and hot.
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Date: 2005-08-19 11:13 am (UTC)As always, your stories are amazing. Absolutely amazing. I loved the voice of Charming, and the other comments all say you got it perfect, so huzzah for the amazing Keely!
*fangirls you*
One grammatical error that I noticed:
He couldn't help frowned in distaste at the wrinkled state but donned them regardless.
Couldn't help frowning, perhaps?
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Date: 2005-10-18 05:40 am (UTC)Hot and wonderfully in character :D Great stuff!
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Date: 2005-10-28 03:27 am (UTC)