Brimsley and Reynolds

Chapter 22

TW: Homophobia and mentions of violence 

The day was almost half way through before he had ran into Reynolds. And of course, that also meant he ran into Miller. Much to Brimsley's dismay, Miller actually seemed nice. However, this didn't stop the rush of heat that slipped through his veins every time he saw him in Reynolds' presence.

"Good Morning Brimsley," Miller said quietly. Brimsley could tell he wasn't sure how to feel about Brimsley  running away from him right after they met. He glanced from Miller to Reynolds before responding.

"Good Morning Miller, Reynolds,"

He watched as a slow smirk grew on Reynolds' lips, "Good Morning Brimsley, would you like to join us? We're just going over the guest list for The King and Queen's ball at the end of the month," he asked. Brimsley pulled back, surprised at the forward invitation.

"I..suppose I could join you, if it's not a bother," he replied hesitantly.

They settled into their seats, distributing lists of names to go over. As they worked, Brimsley found it hard to concentrate. He wasn't used to Reynolds sitting so close to anyone except him.

"So Reynolds, how long have you been The King's man?" Miller asked. Brimsley remembered how he had asked that very same question when he first started here, seated in the library with Reynolds.

"Since The King was one and seven. I've worked in the palace since I was one and four," Reynolds said rather pridefully.

"Oh thats so interesting," Miller replied eagerly. Brimsley could feel that it was probably his turn to add to the conversation, but he was too busy fuming to care.

They continued sorting through stacks of papers, and Brimsley watched as Miller and Reynolds interacted. He watched them talk, watched them share a small hushed chuckle. When he saw Miller pass Reynolds a paper, and their fingers brushed slightly, he had had enough.

He breathed in, staring hard at Reynolds before decidedly taking action. He grabbed the flourished cuff of Reynolds' sleeve, pulling him along as he mumbled some excuse to a confused Miller.

He yanked Reynolds into a small empty room, pushing him up against the door by his collar. Reynolds' expression was unreadable, "Brimlsey, what is this about?" He asked

Brimsley shook his head, "As if you don't know," Reynolds stayed silent, his back still against the door. "Are you sleeping with him then? Because you do know it's quite a cliche, two Queen's men in a row?"

Reynolds chuckled, a sly smile growing on his lips. "So this is what its about then, you're jealous of Miller,"

Brimsley snorted, "I'm not jealous of Miller. I'm simply asking if you're involved with him. You two are always talking, he's always rushing to please you like some puppy,"

Reynolds shook his head, "We're just friends Brimsley, colleagues. He's been here for just a few days,"

He rolled his eyes, "It's clear he fancies you. 'Oh thats so interesting'," he mocked Millers enthusiastic tone to an extreme degree.

"I don't know why it matters to you," Reynolds responded in amusement.

Brimsley got up close, breath whispering over Reynolds' face. "You know exactly why it matters," With that, Reynolds grinned, closing that gap between the two.

They kissed each other for the first time since they were back at the cabin, a lifetime ago. Brimsley felt his lips melt into Reynolds, and didn't understand how he had gone that long without this. How he would go without this once he left.