any luca/pecco thoughts??? AU or non au... maybe like marriage related lmao
thank you for asking! I am trying so hard to have pecco/luca thoughts and feelings lol. obviously like all of this is deeply inspired by all the scholars who have come before! ❤️
On the day of his wedding, Pecco lets Luca dress him.
It's weakness covered by tradition. Luca is Vale's brother; Pecco's oldest friend. He'll be the one, later, to give Pecco to Vale; to wrap rope and lace around their hands.
Pecco's throat floods wet and sick whenever he thinks about it. His arm laced into leathers so thick he won't be able to feel Luca’s hand on him. Luca saying the last words of the ceremony; binding Pecco to his brother.
Now, Luca is silent, and Pecco is standing stiff and naked next to the wash basin, his arm, his whole body, bared to Luca, to the unbearable way his hands feel, gentle and familiar.
Pecco had thought, as he lay awake last night dreading and dreaming of this, that maybe Luca wouldn't even look at him. Instead, he doesn't look away. His eyes steady and flat and heavy every time Pecco manages to meet them. His rough hands sliding slow and soft around the angle of Pecco's elbows, into the crease under his arms, down his sides, as he washes him. As he prepares him, like a gift.
They've done, together, almost everything. As a boy, Pecco spent summers in Luca's family's keep, shared rooms with him. At first, for years, they'd lay on different sides of the bed and talk until sunup, sleep half of the next day, force themselves out of bed just in time for lunch. Their bodies on a different clock to anyone else in the castle, the two of them together day and night. Pecco still thinks about it, every morning and night, in an empty bed, getting up with the sun pale and sharp.
When they got older, one night in the middle of talking, Luca reached over, and picked up one of Pecco's curls, ran it between his fingers, and then looked at him, heavy with wanting Pecco recognized easily, from how he'd been feeling all winter.
They'd spent the summer rutting together under Luca’s sheets, going on long rides deep into the woods and finding a creek or tree or patch of grass. Luca's mouth wide and hot on Pecco's neck, his hands tucked tight under half-laced leathers.
Now, it's been two years since they touched. Since Pecco's father offered Vale a dowry, and Vale got down on a knee in a courtyard, in the middle of so many people Pecco knew, but most of all Luca, a few paces behind his shoulder, so Pecco could feel but not see him.
Two years Luca had to ask his brother, if he had wanted Pecco. His dowry would come to their house either way. The alliance between their families would be strengthened either way. The whole kingdom knows Vale loves his brother, would give him anything.
And yet this is where they are; in Pecco's chambers, on a wedding day that's not theirs, like Pecco used to stupidly dream about. Luca kneeling before him and wrapping fingers around his ankles to guide his feet into his leathers. Tightening the laces from his hips to his chest with strong, steady fingers.
Pecco feels nauseous, watched, touched, unwanted. Ask, he wants to beg, pathetic, to get to hear Luca tell him no. To be sure, to hear it for real, instead of just years of not talking about it. Ask for me and he'll give me to you.
Vale is kind and handsome and the most powerful man in the kingdoms. Pecco likes him more than he ever thought he would like whatever match his father found for him. When he was young, and Vale would ride to his family's keep fresh from battle, seeking food and shelter for his men, Pecco looked up at him on his horse, and wished for something like this.
With Luca in front of him, his cool steady eyes and thick, light hair, his mind Pecco loves more than anything in the realm, Pecco can't think past wanting him.
He lets his head fall back on his neck. Luca is meticulous, thoughtful, smart. He would've asked already, if he wanted too.
So he makes himself stop thinking about that; wishing for something stupid, too-good.
He focuses on the tightness Luca works up his stomach, his chest, his neck. Lies to himself that with each tug at the laces, Luca is thinking about making it harder for Vale to undress him tonight. About keeping Pecco his for a little longer.
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