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He heard the strange moan, and was unable to decipher just what it meant. All he knew was that it was some kind of reaction, and it was better than the look Jim was giving him now. He cringed at his tone and murmured, “I’m…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-” he cut himself off when Jim grabbed him, his lips opening automatically to be kissed. “Jim,” he whispered, pressing closer to him. He gripped the other man’s shirt collar and pulled him to him while they were still pressed against the wall, breathing heavily but refusing to remove his lips.

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He heard the strange moan, and was unable to decipher just what it meant. All he knew was that it was some kind of reaction, and it was better than the look Jim was giving him now. He cringed at his tone and murmured, “I’m…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-” he cut himself off when Jim grabbed him, his lips opening automatically to be kissed. “Jim,” he whispered, pressing closer to him. He gripped the other man’s shirt collar and pulled him to him while they were still pressed against the wall, breathing heavily but refusing to remove his lips.

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Jim stumbled as Eric jerked him into some dark alley. Any other night he would have questioned the choice, but they were alone and it was quiet, and that was good enough for him. He stumbled back against the wall and Eric leaned into him, and Jim didn’t even try to push him away. “Yeah… this is - ” As he looked up at Eric, he really wasn’t sure what the hell was happening? His lips parted, ready to say the next word, but he never did. He just stared at his friend, asking a silent question even he didn’t know the answer to now.

When Jim’s lips parted, Eric didn’t hesitate - his limbs were too heavy to stop without any conscious effort anyway…and did he really want to? He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Jim’s, his hands reaching out to grab the other’s forearms. He pulled away, eyes wide, and jerked a hand through his hair. He didn’t even think of what he had just done; he was more afraid of Jim shying away from him for good. “I…” he trailed off and just stared.

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Jim nodded along. “Yeah, exactly… and I just… I mean if she even talk about it, our wedding night’s going to be a disaster.” As Eric leaned into ask if he wanted to leave, Jim opened his mouth to answer, only to be shoved into Eric by the rather drunk woman behind him. “Shit - ” he cursed as he ended up pressed against Eric. Blaming the fact that his face heated up solely on the fact that he’d been drinking so much, he quickly moved away and made for the door. “Yeah, let’s get out of here.” He’d already had too much to drink, he knew, and the loud, atmosphere of the bar was not what he was in the mood for at all.

Eric cringed for Jim when he expressed his worries for the wedding night. “Maybe you can try to warm her up before then? A candlelight dinner never hurt anyone,” he remarked with a sly grin. As Jim pressed up against him, Eric pretended that he didn’t feel the other man’s muscles against his own. And of course the heat that spread throughout him was just from the people in the bar getting too close for comfort. Taking one last gulp of a drink, Eric followed Jim to the door. He nearly tore the door open making his way out, and took a deep breath of fresh air. As they walked, Eric leaned close and asked, his voice a throaty murmur, “Where d’ya wanna goo?”

The cool night air felt amazing and easily helped Jim cool off and calm down a bit. Eric’s throaty voice near his ear sent the weirdest shiver down his spine. What the hell had that been about? Around the same time, he realized just how dizzy he was. How much had he had to drink again? …oh, right, “several” plus “several more” after that. “Just… a-anywhere there’s not… other people,” he replied. He didn’t bother to think about why, but all he knew was that the only person he felt like being around at the moment was Eric.

Eric nodded quickly, but his head turned sharply to the left when he realized what Jim had just said. The two of them…alone? It was nothing different; happened all the time. Best friends usual hung out alone with each other. But tonight, with Eric’s head feeling a mess and the cool night air, everything just seemed different blurred. He made a sharp right, pulling Jim with him into a dark, deserted alley. He felt himself lean unconsciously against the other man and his eyes flickered down to him. “This…good?” he asked, his eyes heavy-lidded.

Jim nodded along. “Yeah, exactly… and I just… I mean if she even talk about it, our wedding night’s going to be a disaster.” As Eric leaned into ask if he wanted to leave, Jim opened his mouth to answer, only to be shoved into Eric by the rather drunk woman behind him. “Shit - ” he cursed as he ended up pressed against Eric. Blaming the fact that his face heated up solely on the fact that he’d been drinking so much, he quickly moved away and made for the door. “Yeah, let’s get out of here.” He’d already had too much to drink, he knew, and the loud, atmosphere of the bar was not what he was in the mood for at all.

Eric cringed for Jim when he expressed his worries for the wedding night. “Maybe you can try to warm her up before then? A candlelight dinner never hurt anyone,” he remarked with a sly grin. As Jim pressed up against him, Eric pretended that he didn’t feel the other man’s muscles against his own. And of course the heat that spread throughout him was just from the people in the bar getting too close for comfort. Taking one last gulp of a drink, Eric followed Jim to the door. He nearly tore the door open making his way out, and took a deep breath of fresh air. As they walked, Eric leaned close and asked, his voice a throaty murmur, “Where d’ya wanna goo?”

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“Yeah, no problem. Just remember I’m going to need you to do the same for me when I become Sultan.” Sultan. The word echoed through his head and made his stomach churn. He shook his head; he really didn’t want to think about those responsibilities right now. “Yeah… yeah, maybe it is the wedding plans,” Jim mumbled quietly, knowing perfectly well it wasn’t. Another drink came, but he just twirled it absentmindedly in his hands. He already felt kinda light-headed… but the longer he held it, and the more his thoughts wandered around the subject, the more tempting the drink looked. Guzzling down about half of it, he placed the glass back on the table and finally blurted out what he’d been thinking. “I don’t think Jas and I are connecting… physically anymore.”

Eric swallowed hard when Jim spoke of becoming sultan. He could see the apprehensive, slightly fearful look in his friend’s eyes. He knew that the responsibilities of being Prince - which were most likely akin to those of being sultan - could break a man. “I always will be,” he said, assuring him with a broad smile. Another drink came around, and Eric’s better judgement wasn’t there to tell him not to guzzle it. He and Jim’s glasses both slammed down at the same time, and Eric’s head snapped up just as Jim began to speak. He grimaced, feeling for his friend more than Jim would know. “You haven’t been…intimate?” he inquired, arching a brow. He knew it sounded off and he chuckled a bit, showing Jim it was okay to divulge in him.

Jim shook his head, finishing off the rest of the drink to make this easier to talk about… hopefully. “No. We haven’t. Not at all. I want to - believe me, I want to - but she’s just not going for it. I-I can’t even get her to talk about it really.” He groaned in frustration, rubbing his hands over his face. “I don’t get it - we’re in love, right? We’re going to get married. I-I don’t see any reason we /shouldn’t/ do it… Ugh, it’s just frustrating. I love Jas to death, but stars, she’s killing me like this.” Eric would understand that - they were both men. Men had needs. That was just how it was. And right now, Jim’s needs were not being fulfilled and he felt like he was at the end of his rope.

Eric bit his lip, nodding along to Jim’s words. Truth be told, he felt as if his friend were speaking his mind instead of his own. “I completely understand…I can’t quite get up to nerve to say it to Ariel, either,” he admitted, half-sighing, half-groaning. “I know you love her, I know you care about her, but a physical connection between lovers is an important thing…hell, it’s what makes them lovers! And if you can’t talk to someone you love about what’s bothering you…well…m-maybe it just can’t work,” he said, aware his speech was getting a bit slurred. His eyes focused on Jim and he leaned forward, their whiskey-tainted breath mingling in the damp air. “Wanna go somewhere? This place is kinda crowded,” he said, jerking his elbow away from the gut of the man behind him with a grimace.

“Yeah, no problem. Just remember I’m going to need you to do the same for me when I become Sultan.” Sultan. The word echoed through his head and made his stomach churn. He shook his head; he really didn’t want to think about those responsibilities right now. “Yeah… yeah, maybe it is the wedding plans,” Jim mumbled quietly, knowing perfectly well it wasn’t. Another drink came, but he just twirled it absentmindedly in his hands. He already felt kinda light-headed… but the longer he held it, and the more his thoughts wandered around the subject, the more tempting the drink looked. Guzzling down about half of it, he placed the glass back on the table and finally blurted out what he’d been thinking. “I don’t think Jas and I are connecting… physically anymore.”

Eric swallowed hard when Jim spoke of becoming sultan. He could see the apprehensive, slightly fearful look in his friend’s eyes. He knew that the responsibilities of being Prince - which were most likely akin to those of being sultan - could break a man. “I always will be,” he said, assuring him with a broad smile. Another drink came around, and Eric’s better judgement wasn’t there to tell him not to guzzle it. He and Jim’s glasses both slammed down at the same time, and Eric’s head snapped up just as Jim began to speak. He grimaced, feeling for his friend more than Jim would know. “You haven’t been…intimate?” he inquired, arching a brow. He knew it sounded off and he chuckled a bit, showing Jim it was okay to divulge in him.

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Jim slowly smiled. “Yeah… no, it’s cool, I know. Life is a prince isn’t exactly a picnic. Sorry you got stuck handling that kind of stuff… but yeah, now that you’re back, you’ve got to get into some kind of trouble,” he smirked. At the mention of Jasmine, Jim blanched. If there was anyone he was actually going to admit how he’d been feeling to, it was Eric. He just wasn’t sure he wanted to do it now that he had the chance. “They’ve been…” He almost said fine, but he knew Eric wouldn’t buy it. Downing his next glass the second the waitress brought it to him, he grimaced and then finally began to explain. “They’ve been… weird. I-I don’t know how to explain it. It’s like we’re… not on the same page anymore, or like we’ve… lost the spark or something.” He sighed, leaning back in the chair and rubbing his neck. “I-I still love her, don’t get me wrong, but there’s just… you know, something missing, or…” He sighed in frustration. He wished he could explain it better. He wished he knew what it was. He wished Eric had a solution.

He grimaced a bit. “Jim, you don’t know the half of it,” he said, sighing. “I mean, I knew how hectic this would all be when my father died. I was prepared for it. But now, looking at the big picture, it just gets too stressful at times. I’m glad I have you to relieve that for me,” he said, smiling at his friend. He leaned forward to listen as he explained, folding his hands in his lap to keep from reaching out and hugging him; he’d save his condolences for later but, for now, he would listen closely and offer the best advice he could. When Jim finished explaining, Eric exhaled and leaned back in his chair, finishing off his drink. “That’s rough…usually you can make a relationship work as long as you two have that mutual passion, but you make it sound as if that’s been lost,” he said, a frown creasing his features. He signaled for another drink and sighed, trying to think up a solution. He hated to see Jim in such a confused, frustrated state. “Truthfully, it’s been the same way for Ariel and I. Like…like the spark’s gone out,” he said, snapping his fingers and gesturing to Jim. “Maybe the two of you are just thrown off course from all the wedding plans? I wish I could say I knew how to fix this for you, pal,” he said, patting Jim’s shoulder before reaching for his drink, taking a deep gulp. He was feeling a bit lightheaded at first, but it passed and he was suddenly giddier, and a strange fire coursed through his stomach when he smiled - a bit sloppily - at Jim. “You two will get through this, I’m sure of it. And if not, your ol’ buddy’s always gonna be here for you,” he said, nodding.