A/N: This is where I start to like the story a little more… I think I like this chapter mostly because Jay Brannan is the most amazing person alive (if you've never heard of him, go look him up on Youtube). But it is a bit better than the previous two, in my opinion.

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Lower My Gun – Jay Brannan

For perhaps no reason at all, even after Caspian's admittance the boys had one night of pleasure followed by a week of mutual complete denial in which apparently no contact could be made.

This led to rather awkward moments when they were alone, such as today. It just-so-happened that both boys were late to breakfast and were therefore forced to share the Kings' and Queens' table without the others, who had come at a reasonable time.

Peter cleared his throat, tearing off a bit of his bread and chewing it in silence before asking what he'd meant to. "Could you pass the butter?" His voice was quiet, as if he wanted no one else to hear the break of the unspoken deal by way of this simple request.

"Mm." Caspian did so, careful to avoid Peter's fingers he handed the plate to the blond.

Peter's eyes met Caspian's as he put down the plate and both glanced away immediately, only to look back seconds later.

You found a lover inside this fighter

And we found god inside a kickass one-nighter

Each refused to be the first to look away, as though this held some sort of power. Defiantly their gaze held. After several moments their expressions changed from challenging into something altogether different, much softer.

Again Peter cleared his throat, breaking the stare and taking another bite from his bread. "Maybe we could, um, talk later." Peter suggested broadly, allowing this to be taken however Caspian wanted to and hoping he would gather that Peter wanted to meet as they used to.

"I would like that." Caspian replied, eating slowly.

Neither noticed the other linger near the table, nor the fact that they apparently needed to leave simultaneously. Without agreeing aloud to do so they walked together as far as their paths allowed before passing a quick, secret smile to each other and going their separate ways. Both knew that later they would find themselves in the same room, alone, and things would commence as before.

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