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Rather Have The Servant Boy (BlueAmbient&LoverBoy)

The servant lowered his gaze to the ground, taking a few second to formulate a proper reply that won't offend the knight, but also save himself from possible problems involving accusations of disrespect towards High nobility. A very common sentence at court. "My lord, to actually not call you by your appellative would be a lack of respect to all that you represent for this Kingdom."

At the very same time, it wouldn't be smart to either fully disappoint the noble. "I'll be more than glad if you'd let me conduct you to your chambers, my Lord, but... I won't be able to return here on my own...alone, my Lord."
 
Garrett sighs again, rubbing a hand down his face. "It's not a disrespect if I tell ypu not to use my title. Do I need to make it an order?" Garrett shakes his head, frowning. He turns away for a moment, gritting his teeth. It would seem his title only serves to make people afraid of him.

"Look, just escorted me back to my chambers, and I'll figure out how to get ypu back here without you getting in trouble, alright?" Garrett turns to look at the servant, grey eyes running up and down his frame. What kind of rules would make a servant so afraid to obey his superiors? As much as Garrett hates doing it, he uses his title to sway the servant's decision to help him. "Or would you rather be the one servant that refuses to help the kingdom's hero?"
 
The servant shaked his head instintively, expressing his disagreement towards what the royal soldier just declared.

"Never I would, my Lord. May you find deep in your heart a way to forgive this humble servant's insolence."

He slightly bowed aplogetically, before heading forward in the hallway, leading them through the castle until they reach the guest's wing, encountering no one beside a few guards. Once the Julien reached the third door on the right, he stopped infront of it and turned to the Hero.

"Here we are... Sir..." Julien wanted to accomplish the man's request only to suddenly realize he did forgot his name, or better he didn't listen to it at all, worried as he was over not putting himself in trouble, realizing that in trying to avoid it he just ended up finding himself involved in a possible dangerous situation. What was his name? Julien pauses long enough to actually make it obvious he didn't remember.
 
Garrett relaxes when the servant finally relents. He follows behind the young man in silence, muddling over in his mind why it seeks he should know who this is. He can't put his finger on why he has this sense of familiarity.

When they arrive, Garrett nods his thanks, then smiles in amusement when the servant can't remember his name. He lets the servant struggle a moment before chuckling. "Garrett. My name is Garrett. Please, what is your name? I'd like to know the name of the man who helped me tonight."

Before the servant can answer, there's the sound of footsteps coming down the hall. Garrett turns his head, then promptly takes hold of the servant's wrist and opens the door to his chambers. He steps inside, pulling the servant with him, and shuts the door. "There, you can't get in trouble if nobody sees you."
 
That name.
That name thrilled something in the young guy's head. But before he could even process on the information, or formulate an answer to the other's looming questions, he found himself against a door. Inside am aristocrat's chambers. Without any reason to be there. In the middle of the night. Julien knew he just got out of the frying pan straight into such a blaze, ready to burn him up any moment now.

Startled by the whole situation, he pressed his lean back against the door, resulting in a dull wood-like sound resonating in the room. Hopefully, just in the room.
The guy gulped, as he opened his eyes, only to find the other's investigating back at him.
Julien felt his shoulders slightly slipping against the door's coarse surface, but he couldn't take any action beside mirroring the other's gaze.
These eyes...this stare...this name.
 
Garrett frowns when be sees the servant freeze up. His right hand comes up to snap his fingers in front of the young man's face, thinking he had startled the man by pulling him into the room. "Hey, are you alright?"

With no answer, Garrett now thinks he had perhaps hurt the servant. The man might be a servant, and Garrett might be a warrior, but he's not cruel; he would feel terrible if he had hurt an innocent man. Garrett takes the servant's hand, checking the wrist he had grabbed to see if he had bruised him. "Did I hurt you? My apologies, I was only trying to keep you out of trouble, like I promised."
 
"A... All good!" The servant whispered, willing to be as quiet as possible as he tried to gently withdrew his hand slowly, only to find it blocked in the man's grip. It didn't hurt, it just reminded him of similar situations that didn't end for the better. However, he could sense this was not the case. The biggest concern was not the one he was facing, but the one that eventually was outside. How the hell was he supposed to get back to his room?

Realizing this, with his back against the wall, he felt like a trapped mouse.
And if his life taught himself something, is that if a situation feel like a trap, then you're already in it.
 
Garrett nods with a smile, relaxing. He releases the servant's hand from his rough one. Garrett opens his mouth to speak, when the footsteps in the hall come to a halt outside the door. A moment later, there's a knock on the door, and a guards voice outside. "Sir? Is everything alright? I heard a thump."

Garrett's hand comes up to grip the servant's lower face, palm covering his mouth to keep him quiet. His grey eyes stare at the door behind the servant. "Everything is fine. Just myself leaning on the door." There's a long silence, then the guard answers. "Alright. Have a good night, Sir." The footsteps fade away down the hall.

Garrett's grey eyes turn back to the servant, keeping his mouth covered until the footsteps are no longer heard. When he finally lowers his hand, Garrett heaves a sigh. "Apologies. That was a reflexive move."
 
Julien's heart was racing in his throat. He was well aware of the risk he could incur in if he'd ever be found in such situation.
With his full lips pressed over the palm of the Hero, he wouldn't be able to let a word out of them even if he wanted too. But he needed to breathe, as his nose was no longer enough bear with his panic, and so he forced them to part against the palm, allowing him to suck in as much air as possible against the rough skin that was blocking him against the door.
He only found some relief once he was no longer able to hear the footsteps noise in the distance.
Once the man lowered his hand, he was finally able to take in a full, deep, desperate breath, inhaling as much air as possible, before being able to speak again.

"..... Apologies"
 
Garrett raises his eyebrows, amused. What is the servant apologizing for? "Don't apologize, you've done nothing wrong. This whole situation is my fault. Look, why don't you stay here for the night? It's unlikely I'll be sleeping anyway. The beds here are too soft."

Garrett backs up then, realizing what his words sound like. "I-I didn't mean.. I'm not going to touch you.." Garrett trails off, frowning. "You never did get a chance to tell me your name, and I don't want to just call you servant." Garrett cocks his head to one side, like a curious puppy, waiting for the servant to give him a name.
 
The younger man stared at the other, as he was listening to his speech. His eyes definitely offered a clear view of all the colors of his emotions during the speech. Of course it wouldn't be unusual for a servant to get a request like the first one forwarded by the valiant one. The unusual fact was for the request not to actually be that request...At least apparently. The whole thing was getting Julien suspicious. Plus there was definitely something about that man that was disturbing him. First of all, his name. Pretty uncommon for a noble. He only ever knew a person that had that name, and it was his foster brother. He felt like someone totally stole the only thing he had left of him, and now owned it. That name would pass from mouth to mouth. It didn't felt right, and he surely did not like it. But it was nothing he could do much about, beside trying to avoid wording it himself.

But he could definitely not reveal his name to that man. Not until his intentions were clear.

"... A servant is no more than a servant, between this walls, Sir. My name would be only a useless burden to carry in your brain, when you definitely have already so many important things to keep in mind. It would be a waste of your capacity and intellect to remember my name, as long as I'm serving you properly and you don't have to scold me."
 
Garrett actually growls, turning away from the man. He's so stubborn! To calm himself, Garrett crosses the room to the fireplace and small sofa there. Kneeling, he adds another log to the almost dead coals. Something he could easily make the servant do, but would rather do himself. Just as he had in the war camp. Grabbing the poker, Garrett stirs up the coals until the log catches fire.

"It's just a name. It's not as if it's some complicated law taking up space in my mind. I was never meant to be a noble, never wanted that. I went to war to serve my country, and keep someone safe." Garrett sighs, then takes a deep breath. "I don't even know if that person is still alive. That was ten years ago. He probably wouldn't even recognize me, now. I'm not the skinny kid I was back then, trying to protect him."

Garrett shakes his head, adding another log. "I don't know why I'm telling you this. Just.. Ranting to the room, I suppose."
 
Julien stood still.
What that man said was way too relatable.
Could it be real?
All his efforts, all he has been through just to survive in hope he could see the light of that day...

Could it be that you and me are the lucky ones, this time?

Julien finally found the motivation to break all his rules for the sake of it. In his head he felt like he scream it out loud, so loud he would probably be heard in the nearby rooms. But the truth was that his words were barely audible thanks to his hoarse, choked up voice that surrounded to his teary eyes.

"... It is Julien"
 
Garrett stops poking the fire when the servant speaks. It was quiet, so Garrett doesn't quite hear what he had said, especially not with the fire crackling right in front of him. So he stands, turning to face the servant. His grey eyes narrow slightly.

"Apologies, I didn't hear what you said. Could ypu please repeat that?" Garrett sets the poker back in it's stand. His tall, muscled frame is silhouetted against the light of the fire. The only other light in the room is the candle lamp by the bed, and it's nearly burnt itself out. Garrett waits for the servant to repeat himself, stance relaxed, arms hanging by his sides.
 
Julien felt like a lump in the throat. It was his chance to take it all back. Afterall, he may have just risked it all on the rush of his feeling for some story that resambled his own.
But what If...?
He tried to fight it, but couldn't help it this time around.
He gulped, swallowing down whatever was in his throat along with all his doubts and fear.
He stepped in, raised his head and stared right at the man's backlit silhouette. The facr he could no longer see those eyes in details made every definitely easier. At this point, He didn't even care if this would turn into his biggest mistake. He had to find out, so he licked his dry lips wet before repeating himself.

"It is...it is Julien"
 
Every muscle in Garrett's body tenses. Ten years away, ten years of war to protect the person that meant the most to him. And he comes home to a marriage he never wanted, right in front of the boy, now a man, that he wanted to find more than anyone. And to find him now, a servant terrified of punishment; Garrett failed to protect him completely, in the end.

Guilt is written all over Garrett's face. Even if Julien can't see it, no doubt he can hear it in Garrett's voice. "Julien.." The name rolls off Garrett's tongue like a soft prayer, barely more than a breath. "I'm so sorry, I left you behind to protect you, but.."

Garrett reaches out his hand, but doesn't step forward. Suddenly, this night feels like a dream, like touching Julien again would shatter the reality.
 
Julien hesitated.
There were a mix of a thousand feelings inside him, and it had him paralyzed. Was it really happening? It was nothing like in his dreams.
That man was completely different. Was the person he once knew trapped inside that wall of muscles?
And what about that voice? That tone didn't belong to him at all.
But these eyes. They couldn't lie. He used to know them so well, they wouldn't have secrets against him.

"Lord...no, Sir... Garrett...?"

Julien made a first, slow step towards the other, then another followed quicker and so on, until he literally ran towards his foster brother only to abandon himself into this so long awaited hug he dreamt of, burying his face into his chest, against his tunic, soaking it in his tears.
 
Garrett barely moves back as Julien runs headlong into him, like a solid wall of muscle. But his arms wrap around the smaller male, steel bars preventing him from pulling away. Garrett doesn't care that Julien's tears are making his tunic wet. He buries his nose in Julien's hair, taking deep breaths. He doesn't cry, but it's as though he's trying to commit the man's smell to memory.

"Is this real? Have I really found you so easily?" Garrett is crushing Julien to his chest, afraid to let him go. "I never would have thought you'd be right here, right under my nose, these last couple weeks." Garrett closes his eyes, silently praying this isn't just a dream.
 
"easily? It literally took you 10 years, and you didn't make things easy by coming disguised like... This"

Time passed, but behind the strict servant facade it was clear that Julien didn't lost his teasing attitude.
Just as it was clear he wasn't aware Garrett wasn't the only one changed.

Julien let the man squeeze him to his chest. He didn't care it was too tight, Garrett just smelled like home. For once in over 10 years, he felt safe. Like nothing could've hurt him. He stared up at his brother, his chin resting against Garrett's middle chest.

"I gave my all to make it here, I had to be there, I just knew that if you'd ever get back... you'd get here...I just never would expect you to return as... Well... The most important person of the realm"
 
Garrett huffs out a quiet laugh at Julien's teasing, lifting his head as the smaller man looks up. "It's not a disguise, Julien. This is me, now. War is.. Hell. It really changes people." Garrett sighs, but refuses to let go of Julien.

"It was never my intention to be a hero. I just wanted the war to end, so, when I saw the chance, I just.. Took it." Garrett grimaces, once again reminded of his all too recent marriage to the princess. "And the marriage.. Julien, I had no choice. I couldn't just refuse the king.. But it means nothing. It's just a title marriage.."
 
Julien listened carefully to the man's words, eager to get to know as much as possible of these 10 years that separated himself from his foster brother.
He couldn't help but notice how different Garrett now was. A completely different man.
Hell. Garrett mentioned war being like hell. Of course it hasn't never been flowers and roses for Julien, as he was passes on from a Lord to another like he was nothing more that an object, like an item or a tool. He was well aware war was not a joke, But to know his beloved elder foster brother suffered 10 years of what he deserbes hell, was heartbreaking.
Then he realized : his suffering wouldn't stop with 10 years of war. It would continue with his marriage and his tiltes.
He stared up at Garrett, listening to his explanation of the recent marriage, and shook his head in disagreement, since he did not find necessary for his brother to provide such information. It was obvious it wasn't a matter of love. He then interrupted him.

"Garrett, Garrett... You have to get away from all this, you have to disappear as fast as you can. You have to go right now! There is no time to lose. You already had enough! I can show you how to escape those walls without everyone noticing before the first sunlight! "
 
Garrett shakes his head at Julien's insistent words, a smile coming to his lips. He lifts his right hand to Julien's cheek. "And have them hunt me down the rest of my life for humiliating both the princess and the king by running away? Julien, that's no life to live. A runaway servant would eventually be forgotten, but the king would place a bounty on my head."

Garrett rubs his thumb along Julien's cheekbone, wiping away half dried tears. "Julien, I.." Garrett pauses. The more he stares at Julien, the more his affections for his foster brother from their childhood and teenage years rise up in his chest. Garrett's eyes drop to Julien's lips, and his train of thought abandons him. "I just.."

Garrett gives up on trying to form a sentence and simply acts. He bends his head, pressing lips to lips. His left arm around Julien tightens, drawing the smaller man in closer. His right hand is still on Julien's cheek.
 
The younger boy really wanted to scream out at the man that he wouldn't even imagine the life he would face if staying. This wouldn't be something a type like him could define as life. And definitely not the life that Julien always wished for his beloved foster brother, after facing 10 years in war to save him from a sure death. No, there was no way he would let this happen, after he finally found him back, and alive, there was absolutely no way he would watch as the court routine and etiquette would kill his spirit day after day. Month after month. Year after year. Humiliation after humiliation.

But there was no space left to turn all his thoughts into words. By the time he came back to reality and opened his mouth to speak, he already had the soldier's hand over his cheek, and his lips against his. The sudden brush of his soft full lips against the man's cracked ones giving him sudden goosebumps. Or perhaps was more due to the gesture surprising him? He did not know how to take it. What was that for? He had never been kissed out of affection before, so it left him quite confused and dazzled, dry as a bone.
 
Garrett pulls his face back an inch, grey eyes watching Julien's expression. He licks his lips, then settles for pressing his forehead to the smaller man's, smiling. "Ten years, I've been thinking about doing that. I regretted not kissing you before I left."

Garrett sighs softly, moving his hand from Julien's cheek to the back of his neck, just resting it there. It's clear by his touch he doesn't want to back up, to let Julien go. He didn't think he'd be able to find him this quickly, but now that he has, Garrett doesn't want to let Julien leave his sight.
 
Julien not only tasted the man's mouth for the very first time, but also his breath, as he's left with his mouth half opened in astonishment when Garrett breaks the kiss, and the man speaks to him from barely an inch away, with each of his warm words shattering against the servant's parted lips.

... Was it really his foster brother? Sure, these green eyes speaked clear. No one else in the world would have his very same eyes, the very same gaze. Eyes don't lie. But yet... He never suspected anything in the past that would've hinted to something like he was stating. Plus, this man looked so damn different...with his rather short dark hair, the slight beard on his facial skin, his brother was never small, but he never got such a muscular body, that now he could perfectly feel against him, just like that hand's strong grip on the back of his neck... Pressed on the soldier's body like he was, he could feel it all. And his body was definitely appreciating it.
Eyes aren't the only part of a body that isn't able to lie, and Julien just found it out as he discovered something in between his legs wasn't in it's usual shape anymore.

When he realized all of what he had been reflecting on about the man was the most likely reason behind his full erection against the other's body, his face was already flushed in red. He was well aware, because he hasn't felt that warmth on his skin in such a long time, most probably since he was nothing more than a kid, since those times they were still under the same roof.
 
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