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SAS: Rogue Heroes Season 1 Episode 3 The Lament for Icarus (1898) by H. J. Draper

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accidents happen. especially when it's late at night and there's alcohol involved. this isn't an excuse or a stretch of any kind, really - it's quite logical if you think about it. so, following that train of thought, what happened between him and eoin was an accident. a one time thing. until it wasn't. it was a little awkward at first. meeting the irish the next day, facing him after what they'd done. paddy's there with him, too, and the guilt the french feels is overwhelming. augustin barely acknowledges them, sticking to greeting them with a curt nod, choosing instead to focus on the maniac rambles of one david stirling. the guilt, which doesn't leave, turns into something else when he notices eoin's hand on paddy's leg. an attempt at calming him down, surely, as the words he exchanged with stirling grew more vapid. a simple, slow brush of the thumb and augustin is all but whining, suddenly faced with a hunger, a fire he has never felt before. this irrational reaction embarrasses him greatly and he downs the pint in front of him, excusing himself from the group gathering to go work on his thesis. later, when he's in his room, a bunch of nonsensical scribbling now adorning his newest draft, he hears a knock on the door. it's eoin mcgonigal himself, greeting him with a costa cup and a gentle smile. '--figured you could use some coffee if you want to pull an all nighter.' they stare at each other for a moment, idiotically so, in silence. then, somehow, a compromise is reached, and they stumble together into the room, lips locked together in a passionate fashion. augustin doesn't even know where the cup of coffee is dropped, for all he can focus on now is how incredible it all feels: the brushing of their lips, the pressing of their bodies; eoin shivering under his touch.

it doesn't make sense. they're not drunk, it's not the end of a long, tiring night. yet here they are, fervently kissing and seemingly unable to stop. he wraps his arm around the irishman's waist and tugs him closer, basking in his warmth, his receptiveness. eoin responds by moaning against his mouth, weakly, beautifully.

when they fall into bed together, augustin promises nothing serious will happen. it's just kissing.

it's just kissing, isn't it?

So I wrote a few fics about Paddy and Eoin as knights in the Third Crusade...

preudhomme - Paddy x Eoin, 3.5 k, rating M -

Summary : Paddy is a knight journeying the Holy Land, caught up in the events between the Second and Third Crusades. Whilst there, he found a long lost friend, and a long lost love --

-- Eoin McGonigal.

and;

mesnie - Paddy x Eoin (established), Paddy x Augustin x Eoin, from Augustin's POV, 6.7 k, rating M -

Summary: Augustin Jordan, a French knight, joins the Third Crusade -- and meets Eoin McGonigal, and Paddy Mayne, as part of Henry of Champagne's entourage. He learns a thing or two about them. He learns a thing or two about himself.

my extremely talented friend @achinghcarts has been writing these beautiful little snippets around the whole paddy/eoin/augustin idea and thus has inspired me in turn to write something as well. so, with her permission, i kinda wrote eoin's pov from this beautiful ficlet ! so if you enjoyed that, you might wanna check out the writing below:

he never planned for this to happen.

he's in love with paddy - has been for years, pretty much since the first time they talked on the sidelines after ambrose's rugby match. he's known, almost since then, that there's something between them, something special. even if technically they're just friends, he knows there's more to them than that, he knows that paddy feels it too. which is why he's always been okay with waiting - stealing touches instead of kisses, lingering looks rather than lips ever present in their shared times. all of that is more than enough because at the end of the day he knows that they both know there's more - and one day they'll unlock the door to that, together. he has never wanted anyone else.

which is why he never planned for this to happen.

and maybe that's why he didn't notice.

maybe that's why he didn't notice his smile growing wider when augustin handed him his pint that night and sat next to him.

maybe that's why he didn't notice that, despite the rest of the lads having left, he just grew more comfortable when augustin's attention was solely on their talk, their banter.

maybe that's why he didn't notice himself leaning closer, his face growing warmer. why he didn't notice the way his eyes dropped to augustin's lips, or the way his voice lowered the more his mind drifted.

and maybe that is why he didn't notice the moment the gap between them closed enough for them to kiss.

and eoin never planned for this to happen, no. but christ did he like it.

he liked the way augustin kissed him soft, as if he were asking for permission, as if eoin were delicate.

he liked the way augustin kissed him slow, as if he knew eoin had never kissed anyone before and needed to be shown what to do.

he liked the way augustin kissed him quiet, as if he didn't want any sound to disturb the peace and calm eoin felt.

-- but something else does.

maybe it's because eoin never planned for this to happen, so the universe sent a group of rowdy teens to cheer loud enough to break their spell, make augustin pull away.

and eoin never really planned for this to happen, but as he stares at augustin, surprised and breathless, there's one thought that resonates within himself:

he wants for this to happen again.

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to say he was expecting it was a lie. he knew eoin mcgonigal, considered him a friend - much like the rest of the lads. he was great fun: good with words, witty head on his shoulders and sharp tongue to follow. augustin also knew eoin mcgonigal was irrefutably in love with paddy mayne. it was clear in the way they looked at each other, the curly-haired irish not doing much to hide the affection lingering within his gaze. it showed in the way they always orbited one another, close proximity a necessity for them. it was endearing and alluring and it made him want to look away. (though it also made him want to take a closer look.)

so, when they drink that night, the only two left after a jolly night out, he wasn't expecting them to laugh this hard; wasn't expecting them to tease each other this much or to find so much delight in spending time together, just the two of them.

he also wasn't expecting the sudden, somewhat tense silence that settled between them. wasn't expecting their animated words to turn into hushed whispers. wasn't expecting eoin's drifting eyes to find his mouth.

augustin definitely wasn't expecting for them to kiss. for eoin's lips to be so warm, so receptive, so sweet. it doesn't make much sense, yet, somehow, it does. teeth finds skin, tongue meets tongue. lovely. perfect.

the kiss is interrupted by the cheering of a rowdy group of teenagers nearby, playing some silly drinking game. they stare at each other, breathless, both visibly surprised.

ah, putain.

augustin jordan may have locked eyes with paddy mayne in the beginning of it all. accidentally, of course, and without much consequence, though his physical features attracted him at once - his intense gaze, in particular, seemed to burn into him like the scorching sun. he may have locked eyes with paddy mayne. may have felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to get to know him, try and figure out what he was about. solve the equation that he could perfectly see, set and guarded in front of him.

but it was eoin mcgonigal he kissed first.