for all the worrying he’d done about the younger man, despite it not being his place to worry anymore, it was a relief to hear archie admit that there was still work to be done on healing himself before moving on. though he’d only moments ago wanted to sarcastically point out archie’s refusal to talk about his trauma, alastair realised that he really had no reason to expect anything of the sort from his ex-fiancé. archie didn’t owe him anything–– well, anything else than the knowledge that he was physically alright once again. which reminded ali of the fact that he still might be archie’s emergency contact. he had half the mind to ask, but decided against it. “aye, you have all the time in the world to focus on yourself and then find someone. besides, being single isn’t all bad,” ali thought out loud, his head resting happily against archie’s shoulder. it was all too familiar, far too nostalgic. it would be better to just take some distance, but ali couldn’t bring himself to do it. jus the thought of being cold again had him shivering.
for a few seconds he’d naively hoped that arch would drop the subject of his imaginations. it’d been an embarrassing slip of the tongue, which quickly had his ears burning and cheeks turning a healthy pink. “get off it, arch!” alastair protested then, rather loudly, as he too took his distance, but kept a fist firmly balled in the other’s shirt. “what i meant was––” he glanced down, and licked his lips as he thought of how to word his thoughts without digging an even deeper hole for himself. “i mean, if i had to imagine it, this wouldn’t be the first thought to pop into my mind,” ali said with a slight frown, well aware that this wasn’t making his situation any better. “i mean, c’mon, how do two idiots get locked in a cellar together?” he couldn’t help the small grin brightening his expression–– admittedly, their situation was a bit funny.
of course archie wasn’t going to drop the subject any time soon, he loved how easy it was to wind alistair up and to see those cheeks turnings pink (even in the dim light of the cellar). “so if you had to imagine it then,” archie started, flashing the other his signature cheeky grin, “what would you picture?” he asked. it wasn’t as if archie hadn’t thought about it before, not that he would mention that any time soon when the heat was currently on the other man. he’d be lying if he said he didn’t miss their intimacy, how alistair had learned every inch of his body and knew exactly what he liked, what he didn’t, they’d figured it out to perfection over their years of being together. nobody else had ever been able to compare because they simply didn’t understand archie like alistair did. he wondered if it would be the same after all this time or if even sex between them would be different now.
“it’s typical, ain’t it? i mean, you know i’m not one to believe in any sort of... higher power, but it does seem coincidental, doesn’t it? out of anybody i’m trapped with, it’s you.” archie shrugged, lightly running his fingers down alistair’s back. “it’s like since you’ve been here, the universe is trying to get us together. maybe we got some unfinished business still.” he’d thought they’d made their peace at the hospital, alistair seemed to be moving on and archie finally let his guard down enough to explain why he’d pushed him away prior to their marriage. yet, here they were. trapped together. “i’m just sayin’ though, it’d definitely warm us up if we, y’know...” archie was joking (he really was) but he tried to keep a straight face as if he genuinely believed it to be an option for them. “might not be what you imagined, but it’d still be great, aye?”
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