[Hold on a moment while he scrolls back through his images to find- Aha!
Cue a picture of his cock, very much erect, and very much kept from coming by the tie that’s wrapped tightly around it as a makeshift cock ring. Sure, Ash hadn’t been the recipient of the image the first time round. But that doesn’t mean he wasn’t on his mind at the time.]
haven’t figured out how to get come out of silk yet
( lust and jealousy are twin flames inside him — the latter only fanning the former, which makes ash zoom in and stare at bucky's swollen, red cock, the discomfort as tangible in the photograph as silk is between your balls. ash would've done it tighter. ash would've had him crying. )
You put it in your mouth and you lick it off. Haven't I taught you to clean up after your messes?
( something about the question makes ash frown, though. arthur is — well he’s the king of camelot. just, fair, and good. some of those words feel applicable, but the goodness inside of maxen ashley colchester is a topic of frequent debate. he’s not sure where he falls on the side of it now, but he knows he isn’t the symbolic vestige of morality and bravery that arthur is meant to be.
in short, he feels a little like a sham with that question in the air, like maybe he should be, but isn’t. )
[He wants to push back. Wants to point out that Ash barely knows a fraction of what he's done before. How he's anything but noble. But he already knows how that conversation would go. Knows that they're both equally as stubborn when they're set in their opinions. And yet somehow, Ash would end up on top.
So he doesn't push. Leaves his response buried, and instead-]
most kings get their positions through blood their people don't really get a choice in following them or not
( it does feel special — the dip in his mood, an ever present depression when ash feels he isn’t doing enough, and the way bucky sweeps that mood away with a wave of his hand. it’s odd to smile, when no one’s around to see it. )
I lied a little, before. There’s another reason why I called you that. It feels … I don’t know what the word is. Strange, I guess. It’s strange to talk about.
[A friend, naturally. Someone he trusts, definitely. But it's more than that. Something that slowly builds with each conversation they have. Each time they meet. Putting a name to it might not be on the cards just yet. But he knows it's only a matter of time.]
i'm not gonna force you but you know you can talk to me about anything ain't gonna judge you no matter what you say
( well. if things are ever going to get serious with bucky, honesty comes hand in hand with that. it’s not like he’s ever outwardly lied, but he has kept things to himself. stayed quiet when his word felt the need to take on a different name, talk about a different person. )
[Because every detail that Ash has shared about himself has been tucked away. Hoarded and protected. Each glimpse of the man he is back home feels too important to dismiss, no matter how small it may seem at the time.]
( it's still strange to put the feelings into words. not that he holds the media's general distaste towards powerful men being in love with other men — not that he's ashamed of embry, or what he feels towards embry, but because he's never really tried to put it into words, before. well. maybe once to the man himself, in their army fatigues and ash's knees in the dirt, asking him to marry him. obviously, that was different. this is bucky. )
I used to call him my little prince. Have you read the book? It's very whimsical, but also melancholy. It reminded me of him. If you met him, you'd understand. I guess I was about as subtle then as I am now.
I met him on my first deployment overseas. We were both Lieutenants at the time, although Embry, and he’d be the first to admit, got the rank as a result of a rich mother in politics. He didn’t take the war especially seriously. That really irritated me. But there was also — immediately, this feeling for him that I’d never felt before, for a man or a woman.
Anyway, he’s a very charming guy, and looks like he belongs on the cover of a magazine. Sort of Darcy-esque, though I think you’re a bit of Darcy yourself. In any case, I think it’s easy to look at him and see a rich, spoiled playboy, but … what really attracted me to him was this deep sadness lingering just out of sight, under the surface. A boy who had everything he could ever want, except the will to find happiness in life. There’s just something about him. I can’t be me and not be in love with him.
[He starts typing out a response. More than just the "i hate you" that goes with Ash ruining one of his favorite books. But instead, he ends up calling. Ends up waiting until Ash picks up to respond with a soft-]
I'm glad that you have someone like that. Someone that makes you happy. You deserve it.
[And sure, he might only know Ash as he presents himself here, in this city. But from everything he's seen, everything they've already shared with each other, he means every single word of it. Ash's happiness matters to him.]
Why's he your Vice President though? Shouldn't he be your First...gentleman?
( ash picks up automatically. he has no opinions on talking on the phone versus texting — but he does like hearing bukcy's voice, gravelly and warm. ash hums, a decent agreement to deserving happiness, although really his thoughts are more complicated on the subject.
to the idea of a first gentleman though — ash laughs, something fairly loud and belly aching for him, a lilt of amusement in his voice. )
You're just assuming he would want to be with me. ( ash knows that, too, is more complicated than he makes it seem, but it isn't really his place to talk about embry's heart, even if it is his place to defend his character. ) He made it clear to me that he thought my role in politics was more important than our ... well, whatever we are to each other. But there was no other option for me, for Vice President. Had to be Embry.
I have a picture of us, if you want to see. We're younger in it. I have less gray.
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( intriguing, intriguing. )
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Cue a picture of his cock, very much erect, and very much kept from coming by the tie that’s wrapped tightly around it as a makeshift cock ring. Sure, Ash hadn’t been the recipient of the image the first time round. But that doesn’t mean he wasn’t on his mind at the time.]
haven’t figured out how to get come out of silk yet
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You put it in your mouth and you lick it off.
Haven't I taught you to clean up after your messes?
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guess it didn't take
might need to teach me all over again
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I’ll think something up. Be ready not to leave the bed, tonight.
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[...yes, he's very aware that he's playing with fire here.]
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Or maybe I'll set up something to tie you to. You've given me a lot to think about.
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[Typing, deleting, typing, deleting. He knows he can trust Ash. But giving him something like this- It's taking a little working up to.]
i found something here that'll work
that i can't break
if you wanted that
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winter to stop
snap my fingers if i can't talk
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Then yes, little knight. I want.
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[A set of restraints that looked far too much like magcuffs for him to have left in that store.]
why do you call me that?
it's not the first time
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You remind me of a knight. One of King Arthur’s knights, maybe.
Noble, chivalrous, romantic. A real Don Quixote.
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but i think you've got your wires crossed
i'm not any of that
[And because he's got to ask-]
so does that make you arthur?
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You’re all of that and more.
( something about the question makes ash frown, though. arthur is — well he’s the king of camelot. just, fair, and good. some of those words feel applicable, but the goodness inside of maxen ashley colchester is a topic of frequent debate. he’s not sure where he falls on the side of it now, but he knows he isn’t the symbolic vestige of morality and bravery that arthur is meant to be.
in short, he feels a little like a sham with that question in the air, like maybe he should be, but isn’t. )
I like the thought of being your king, at least.
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So he doesn't push. Leaves his response buried, and instead-]
most kings get their positions through blood
their people don't really get a choice in following them or not
that ain't us
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( it does feel special — the dip in his mood, an ever present depression when ash feels he isn’t doing enough, and the way bucky sweeps that mood away with a wave of his hand. it’s odd to smile, when no one’s around to see it. )
I lied a little, before. There’s another reason why I called you that.
It feels … I don’t know what the word is. Strange, I guess. It’s strange to talk about.
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[A friend, naturally. Someone he trusts, definitely. But it's more than that. Something that slowly builds with each conversation they have. Each time they meet. Putting a name to it might not be on the cards just yet. But he knows it's only a matter of time.]
i'm not gonna force you
but you know you can talk to me about anything
ain't gonna judge you
no matter what you say
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Do you remember when I mentioned my VP?
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embry
the soldier you fought with
[Because every detail that Ash has shared about himself has been tucked away. Hoarded and protected. Each glimpse of the man he is back home feels too important to dismiss, no matter how small it may seem at the time.]
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( it's still strange to put the feelings into words. not that he holds the media's general distaste towards powerful men being in love with other men — not that he's ashamed of embry, or what he feels towards embry, but because he's never really tried to put it into words, before. well. maybe once to the man himself, in their army fatigues and ash's knees in the dirt, asking him to marry him. obviously, that was different. this is bucky. )
I used to call him my little prince.
Have you read the book? It's very whimsical, but also melancholy. It reminded me of him. If you met him, you'd understand.
I guess I was about as subtle then as I am now.
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i'd say i'd try to find a copy here
but reading about bilbo being tag-teamed is enough to put me off trying
tell me about him?
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( 😇 )
I met him on my first deployment overseas. We were both Lieutenants at the time, although Embry, and he’d be the first to admit, got the rank as a result of a rich mother in politics. He didn’t take the war especially seriously. That really irritated me. But there was also — immediately, this feeling for him that I’d never felt before, for a man or a woman.
Anyway, he’s a very charming guy, and looks like he belongs on the cover of a magazine. Sort of Darcy-esque, though I think you’re a bit of Darcy yourself. In any case, I think it’s easy to look at him and see a rich, spoiled playboy, but … what really attracted me to him was this deep sadness lingering just out of sight, under the surface. A boy who had everything he could ever want, except the will to find happiness in life. There’s just something about him. I can’t be me and not be in love with him.
audio.
I'm glad that you have someone like that. Someone that makes you happy. You deserve it.
[And sure, he might only know Ash as he presents himself here, in this city. But from everything he's seen, everything they've already shared with each other, he means every single word of it. Ash's happiness matters to him.]
Why's he your Vice President though? Shouldn't he be your First...gentleman?
[That's the term, right?]
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to the idea of a first gentleman though — ash laughs, something fairly loud and belly aching for him, a lilt of amusement in his voice. )
You're just assuming he would want to be with me. ( ash knows that, too, is more complicated than he makes it seem, but it isn't really his place to talk about embry's heart, even if it is his place to defend his character. ) He made it clear to me that he thought my role in politics was more important than our ... well, whatever we are to each other. But there was no other option for me, for Vice President. Had to be Embry.
I have a picture of us, if you want to see. We're younger in it. I have less gray.
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