?

Log in

No account? Create an account

Previous Entry | Next Entry

fic: Honourable Restraint

Title: Honourable Restraint
Fandom: Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell (TV)
Characters: Colquhoun Grant, Jonathan Strange
Rating: PG-13/R
Content notes: no warnings apply
Length: 323
Author's note: Written for the Honor challenge at fan_flashworks. Part of the Billiards at the Bedford sequence, and follows on from Breaking Bad News; thanks to etave and Owl-by-Night for prompting this fic with their comments on that one.
Summary: This was no passing fancy, but something altogether more serious.



After that ill-fated evening at the Bedford, Grant knew he must keep his distance from Merlin. To be in company with Strange and his wife was now acutely uncomfortable, and to be alone with him was dangerous to Grant’s peace. The recollection of his unruly desires tormented him, and the thought of how near he had come to kissing Strange at his return from the King’s Roads made him burn with shame. This was no passing fancy, but something altogether more serious.

He endeavoured to put these thoughts from him, with some success during the day; but at night, as if in revenge, his longings returned upon him with renewed force. When he attempted to compose himself for sleep, his treacherous brain presented him with Strange bent over the billiard table, and then, worse still, with Strange as Grant had never seen him, stretched out naked and erect upon a bed, grinning up at him and saying “Come on, then.” The idea of that knowing invitation made Grant bury his face in his pillow, groaning in humiliation, and thrust his prick into his hand until he spent.

To use one’s friend in this way was not honourable, especially when that friend was so clearly devoted to his wife. Grant could not, it seemed, prevent himself from desiring Strange, but he could find reasons to be out of town or otherwise engaged when the occasion required it. No one need know of his private defeat; he flattered himself that even De Lancey suspected nothing.

It was painful, not to see Merlin when he wanted him so much: he ached at it, but what other course was there? All that was left of his honour was this, the resistance to temptation and the practice of self-control. With Napoleon now defeated and exiled to Elba, there was no reason that he and Strange should be thrown together again.

So matters stood, until the spring of 1815.



Also posted at http://fengirl88.dreamwidth.org/212690.html with comment count unavailable comments.

Comments

( 2 comments — Leave a comment )
brumeier
Sep. 12th, 2016 02:19 pm (UTC)
Poor Grant! He's trying to be so honorable. But faced with Strange, even honor has its limits. ::grins::

It's even more exciting to read these now that I've seen a few eps of the show!!
fengirl88
Sep. 12th, 2016 11:07 pm (UTC)
*beams* thank you! I'm very glad the show has added to your enjoyment of the fics.

Grant's feelings for Strange have rather ambushed him in this 'verse - it started out quite light-hearted but seems to gone angsty on me.
( 2 comments — Leave a comment )

Profile

scallop voices
fengirl88
fengirl88



Tags




Powered by LiveJournal.com