His Majesty (Slide Away)

28.

That afternoon, John and Paul had decided that they wished to soak up the last of the summer sun. It was nearing October, and in some parts of the palace gardens, the leaves were falling from the trees and burrowing theirselves in the ground. Of course, Pyramus had no complains, the cat finding great fun in playing in the crisp remains, but for John, it was a rather morbid time.

The boys were sat on a wooden bench in Pyramus' garden, John petting the cat as he toyed with the Alpha's shirt buttons between his paws, and Paul reading a book. Wuthering heights, John could see.

The Prince had been staring at the silent boy for an awful while, studying his facial expressions. He had no idea how Paul had not noticed him yet, but he wasn't complaining. The longer he stared at Paul, the more relaxed he was.

He wanted to do whatever he could to make Paul happy. First of all, that meant healing the wounds that this situation had left inside of him. The last thing that John wanted was for Paul to freak out whenever the time for eating food came. He just wanted Paul to relax again.

"How about we install our own kitchen?" John blurted out, catching himself off guard. Paul did not seem too caught out, his eyes remaining on his book.

"A kitchen?" He asked, relaxed, and John hummed.

"Yeah... We could cook our own food." And then a laugh fell from Paul's lips, and the Omega finally lifted his eyes from the paper.

"You can cook?" He smirked, knowingly.

"Well... Well, no..." The younger chuckled at him. "However I have friends who can cook! They will be able to teach me, will they not?"

"I suppose."

John didn't see the task as the most difficult thing in the world. It wasn't like he was going to cook anything extravagant, just pasta or whatever he and Paul wished to eat that evening. They weren't so much into lobster or anything of that posh sort, not unless they were at one of Mimi's highly regarded dinner parties.

"Surely it can not be so hard..." John spoke. "We could have it installed in one of the many spare rooms in our quarters... And we can invite my sisters over to eat with us at times."

"Yeah, I guess we could." Paul smiled, slowly closing his book. "And, if the dinner is not hosted by the Palace itself, and just by ourselves, I suppose that we could invite your mother around, too?"

"Yes..." John spoke, his tone as if he had just had a revelation. "My goodness, you're right. Yes, we could..."

John missed his mother dearly. He telephoned her a few times a week, or sent her letters, however he just wished she could visit more. But Mimi was strongly against inviting her to any balls, or even dinner parties. It was rather cruel, really, but Paul was right, this was a great opportunity for John to rekindle his relationship with his mother.

"Right, we will do it..."

"Sir?" A voice spoke from behind, and both John and Paul turned to see George rushing over. "Paul, Michael is on the line."

"Ah, thank you George." Paul nodded, gripping his book tightly and standing up. The Omega placed a kiss on John's cheek, before petting Pyramus gently.

"Michael?" John asked him, intrigued.

"Yes. He had to rush off the call earlier, remember? And he said he would call me back later on this evening."

"Oh, of course..." John nodded, remembering. "Well, I shall get onto Martin about the kitchen."

"Great." Paul smiled. "I love you, John."