"I'll help," Porthos says, mostly because he's beginning to feel as if he's drowning. It's been so long and he's been so able to be free with Aramis that now that he's unable to touch him, kiss him absently, he feels the loss like crazy. He's grateful for the compliments, but he can only make desserts for so long before that tactic runs out, too.
Porthos fetches some of the cups, accidentally pressing up against Aramis' hip in his effort to reach it, sliding his palm down Aramis' back as he regains his balance and sets them on the counter. "I'm better at dinners," he says. "Not desserts, but Aramis is a genius with the coffee. You'll see," he promises, feeling better for the simple proximity and touch.
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Date: 2014-10-13 10:23 pm (UTC)Porthos fetches some of the cups, accidentally pressing up against Aramis' hip in his effort to reach it, sliding his palm down Aramis' back as he regains his balance and sets them on the counter. "I'm better at dinners," he says. "Not desserts, but Aramis is a genius with the coffee. You'll see," he promises, feeling better for the simple proximity and touch.