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[du_vallon]

Something's been off since he went to the gym the other day. He'd done a ridiculous number of weights, but only because he'd felt like he could. Once he'd left, it'd only gotten worse, and now it's twinging and pinching him to the point that he's making faces. It's right around that awful wound from the axe, that deep buried thing that still aches in the rain.

A few days later, he accepts that he needs to ask for some help. He still sulks about it for a while and after dinner, he rubs sheepishly at the muscle in question before taking the salve he'd bought from Hild in order to find Aramis.

"I need your help," he says, gnawing on his lower lip.

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[afineseamstress]

Aramis laughs, but is body is already warm with the possibilities of such an arrangement, and he's certain Porthos can feel his heartrate pick up. "That sounds like one of our costumes in which we'll have great difficulty in actually leaving the house. Perhaps we'd better dress in separate locations."

[du_vallon]

Porthos grins and leans in to nip a kiss to Aramis' lower lip, feeling like he's absolutely right. "My costume isn't gonna be much of anything, seeing as I don't plan to be wearing much of anything from about waist up," he teases. "Maybe I'll even buy a big golden hoop earring to wear for the day. Maybe even some of that eyeliner you seem to like so much."

"And then, the night of, I'll grant you three wishes."

[afineseamstress]

"Absolutely a golden hoop," says Aramis with feeling. He's already imagining Porthos crafting his beard into something festive. "And what shall I wear as your master?" he wonders aloud. "I'd like to be worthy of these three wishes."

[du_vallon]

"Maybe you could be my master from an earlier time," Porthos insists, leaning in to press slow kisses to Aramis' lips, while favouring his shoulder, trying hard not to aggravate it more. "Maybe some very nice silk trousers? Linen? Something extremely nice," he persuades. "Shame I can't convince Athos to be another one of the lamps' owners."

[afineseamstress]

"Well you haven't tried yet, have you?" asks Aramis, though he concedes that it is almost certainly a lost cause. "Perhaps if he dresses just as himself, and I will wear the costume. I do like the idea of these trousers."

His eyebrows lift. "Though they won't do any job at all of hiding my interest."

[du_vallon]

Porthos remembers last year all too well and also all the fights that have arisen when he suggests pretending. "Nah," he says, trying to hide away his shame at the times he's been yelled at for this. "You can ask, but I'm not making that mistake again." He lets his fingers slide down and wrap around Aramis' cock, raising a brow. "There's clothes you can wear to hide that."