Disclaimer: Game of Thrones is D&D's property, after being GRRM's property. Or else, Lancel would be the happiest kid in Westeros, should it be mine.
Summary: It had started with a simple and harmless enough talk between those two.
WARNING! THIS STORY CONTAINS THEMES SUCH AS SEXUALITY, A MALE PAIRING ( A MAN LOVING ANOTHER MAN ). IF YOU DO NOT FEEL AT EASE WITH THOSE, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO SKIP TO ANOTHER STORY.
The power of words
Chapter 9
Theon still could not believe the trust Lancel had put in him, offering him a spare key to his room. He had said it was so that he could enter and wait for him comfortably, still Theon saw it as a token of Lancel's appreciation. Lancel's room was one of the few on campus to have an included bathroom, and Theon suspected his parents to have paid an extra for this. Not that he judged them for it, if they had the money for it, they would have been stupid if they hadn't used it for their son. He took some time to study the area, realizing this was the first time he actually visited Lancel in his lair. When entering the room, on the right, Lancel had set his bed, following the line of the wall. Right after the bed, there was a sofa that could turn into a spare bed, near the only window of the room. Facing the sofa, a small TV was sitting on a small furniture, with a dvd player and a playstation 2. On the furniture, there was a Nintendo DS and a Nintendo 3DS. Theon assumed his games and books were stored inside. On the TV's right, a wardrobe. On the left of the door, Lancel had arrange a desk area, with his laptop and he had even managed to have a printer, despite how small the room was. Between the TV and the desk, a door for the bathroom he assumed. He could hear the water running. Lancel didn't hear him. When it came to decorating, Lancel had remained pretty bare. There was a family picture on the desk, a plant near the window. He wondered if his friend had no taste or talent for it, no patience or if he simply didn't know how to arrange it yet. Theon sat on the sofa and waited. A few minutes later, Lancel was coming out of the bathroom... As naked as he was on the day he was born. Surprised, they had stared at each other blankly before realizing what was going on. Lancel quickly apologized and went back in the bathroom to put on something.
"Really sorry..." He kept repeating
"It's okay." Theon said "I'd do the same if I was home alone."
"I wasn't."
"You didn't know."
Theon tried to chuckle but he couldn't shake this awkward feeling he had in his guts. This wasn't the first time he had seen Lancel out of a shower, they attended the same club. But at the archery club, the showers were seperate showers. He had always seen him partly clothed. He had seen him in his most simple outfit. They were between men, he knew. Still he felt he had seen something he shouldn't have. He knew he'd have the same feeling if it had occurred with Robb. But he also knew he wouldn't feel how he was feeling right now if it had happened with Robb:
Deep down, a small voice in him admitted he had liked what he had just seen.
And for a straight man, that was a bit worrying.
And he was even more ashamed for having laughed with Robb about Lancel's effeminate traits, because now he knew that it simply was not true. Lancel's face features were more delicate than what was usually seen in the streets. But beneath the clothes, there was no doubt he was a man. If he had been lanky before, it was slowly fading away with some muscles building their way on his body. Heck, it was even possible that he was more built than him! He forced himself not to think of his butt and of what was right under his belly. His cheeks were burning him enough and he fought hard to avoid a certain reaction coming to him, feeling a familiar stir in him.
If he was straight, if there was no doubt Lancel was a man, then why did Lancel turn him on like that?
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"Awkward much." Robb laughed
Theon had told him about the earlier event, avoiding on purpose his questions about his sexuality. Lancel had been uneasy for almost an hour after, and he had managed to stop thinking about it when Amerei had texted him his godson's first scan. Theon had seized his chance to drop the subject completely and had offered Lancel to geek away. Or have a movie marathon, the weather was a complete desaster. For his sake too. He still couldn't understand why he had been so aroused by a man when he liked women.
"We were totally wrong about his masculinity."
"We've been total idiots. As if it was bad for a boy to be more on the girl side... I'm mad at myself."
"Same here. He deserves better than that."
Theon had a bitter taste in his mouth. Lancel definitely deserved better than mockeries behind his back. He had been through enough shit already. A part of him wanted to come clean to him and to apologize, but he admitted he was scared of his reaction, of losing his respect and friendship, what they had. Also, it had happened at the start of their relationship, how would Lancel take it? In front of everyone, Theon had played the nice guy befriending an outcast and behind his back, he had mocked his appearance with his best friend. Way to destroy what they had built together. He could always remain silent, because what Lancel ignored couldn't hurt him, but Truth always came out and if Lancel seemed like a reasonable guy, like everyone, he had his secrets, his insecurities. He regretted his tendancy to talk too much. He realized that losing Lancel, one way or another, scared him way more than his reaction upon seeing him naked. When had this shy little lion become so important in his life? He sighed.
It looked like he wasn't going to have a good night of sleep that night.
To Be Continued
