A/N Yes this contains Aramis/Porthos slash, no it's not graphic. It was written for the musketeers kink meme and the request was "D'Artagnan one morning bumps into Aramis who's wearing nothing but Porthos' shirt"
I'm posting this so we can find out if it's just the new story of Lady Wallace that's screwy or posting in general. If people like this, I can of course keep it posted but if not, I'll delete it once we know for sure :)
Slowly, slowly, no hurried movements, no sounds that would wake any of the others up. Oh no, D'Artagnan had learned the hard way why it wasn't a good idea to arrive early in the morning not making it a secret he spent the night elsewhere. Porthos wouldn't let it go for weeks... so naturally, he had learned how to sneak back in around the time the sun was rising. He felt a bit like a burglar sneaking into his own home but you do what you have to do. However, what he didn't anticipate was for one of the others to be awake, rummaging around in the kitchen.
He barely noticed it right before he entered but he managed to stay hidden behind the door, praying not to be found as he peaked inside. By the looks of it, it was Aramis preparing a snack. Only then did D'Artagnan take a closer look and his eyes widened. Yes it was Aramis, but it appeared that the only piece of clothing he was currently wearing was a shirt, D'Artagnan refused to even ponder if he had anything else on underneath it or not. What was worse, the shirt was obviously too big on the priest's lean frame which could only mean one single thing... it belonged to Porthos. While it wasn't uncommon for Planchet to make the occasional mistake of giving the wrong shirt to the wrong musketeer, they always returned them immediately after they found out about it. Here, Aramis was looking far too cosy in Porthos' garment.
And as if that didn't cause D'Artagnan's brain to go into overdrive, the shirt had to be untied as it not only draped over the thin musketeer but fell over his left shoulder revealing a rather impressive set of bite marks and love bites that covered most of his neck and arm, undoubtedly following down to parts actually hidden by the shirt. The onslaught of mental images of just how Aramis would acquire the marks made D'Artagnan waver on his feet and almost gasp out. It was one thing knowing that both Porthos and Aramis were very much pro sex, not necessarily ruling partners out based on gender, it was another to imagine them together.
But it was so blatant the way Aramis moved lazily and practically glowed that the only possible way D'Artagnan could describe it was well f***. The bed hair in complete disarray that even D'Artagnan wanted to run his hands over, the bites, the smirk he could see on Aramis' face when he was half turned his way, they all pointed to his conclusion. Speaking of the musketeer moving around, now that he was paying close attention, D'Artagnan couldn't miss that there was a slight limp in the man's step. Aramis sure would avoid any horse riding the coming day.
His observation was cut short when Aramis finally prepared the snack and went on his way up the stairs. Looks like somebody will be getting breakfast in bed...