DISCLIAMER: if I owed Caspian, do you think he be here? Nope!

Warning, gayness ahoy. Caspain/Eustace. PLOT warning, Eustace didn't leave Narnia and Caspian with the others, instead he stayed with the man he came to love. one shot for now, maybe more.

Love

To the Great Eastern Sea

The Great Eastern Sea was beautiful as it stretched out before him.

In the rising sun, it glittered and glowed, moving back and forth, calling him. Calling him back. He found it hard to believe he had once been on that horizon, stood at the very edge of this realm. His realm. It was so...amazing from the other side of the ocean.

He sighed, enjoying the smell of the salt in the air, the moisture on his face. Funny how he had lived a lifetime on land but a few months a sea he missed more. He missed the rocking of the ship, missed the small space and forced intimacy – he didn't know why but he did. Maybe he missed what it brought, the company – the absent of loneliness. The wind lightly pulled at his shirt. It was all he was wearing.

It was not his nightshirt but the same from yesterday – but it was more than he had worn last night. A smile tugged at his face as he reached up absently to brush a golden lock away. His hair had grown out with his growing days in Narnia, now reaching below his shoulder and unbelievable curly and messy. He was surprise every time he noticed it – lords and ladies always commented how it reminded them of High King Peter's hair. Eustace had learned to hide his surprise.

"I'll need to cut it." He muttered, tossing the lock back over his shoulder.

"I like it long." A deep husky voice whispered in his ear, as a pair of strong arms wrapped around his chest tightly. Eustace breathed deeply, the tantalising smell of Caspian washed over him and he closed his eyes. The Spanish trill sent shivered down his spine. And of course, Caspian was wearing as much as he was – a hastily throw on shirt and nothing else. Their bodies are so close; Eustace could remember every muscle easily. He had worshiped each one...

"Really? It's so...cumbersome."

He turned around so he and his king (His king!) were nose to nose, figuratively speaking. Caspian was still taller than him. The older man smirked, running his hands through the curly aforementioned menace. He pulled a strand away from Eustace face and twirled it around his finger.

"It gives you character. You look like a noble-born, my Love." He brought the golden lock to his lips kissing it softly. Eustace swallowed.

"I look like girl." It was a weak argument, but Caspian smiled. A low, sensual smile.

"No. You are no woman. You are a knight, a lord, a son of Narnia. Príncipe consorte." There was nothing Eustace loved more than when Caspian let his rich accent take over – the way Narnia roll over his lips and tongue, like he tasted a particularly fine wine.

"Is that so...my king." Eustace lowered his voice, so the creaking wouldn't be heard. He tilted his head back, feeling the stone of the balcony dig into his back. Caspian's dark eyes bore into his, short of breath. The man shivered.

Eustace wasn't the only one with a thing for certain words.

"Yessss. My caballero," he leant closer, his lips brushing over Eustace's. His breath was warm and strained. "Mine." The kiss was short and sweet. But Eustace could see Caspian's eyes go black in desire and his hand's tighten their hold on him - their lips hovered close, so close.

"We should go back inside, milord. It's cold..." Caspian smiled.

"If I knew being cold would make you respectful Eustace, I would have made you sleep on deck when we first met."

"Yes," he starts, pulling away, "But then you would have been cold and alone yourself, now wouldn't you? Caspian..."

Caspian growled and kissed him hotly, crushing the air from his lungs with his arms. Eustace doesn't mind, even when Caspian grabbed a fist full of his hair and held on for dear life. He knows he'll not enjoy horse riding for a while but...

Maybe long hair in Narnia isn't a bad thing.

Love (and hotness) make the world go around.