(Yes, the Daltons were on that side. This kind of turned into a longer thing exploring 18th century Spencer, but I don't think that's really a problem.)
In the first two years that they had known each other, Major Spencer Montgomery and Roman Malinowicz had become very used to taking walks together to scout the area and guard the camp from any redcoats who might be in the area. It was on these walks that they became friends, one of several pairs of exceptionally close friends in the army. It was also on these walks that they had confessed that they had, despite everything that they had been taught about such things, fallen in love with one another. After that point, they had started to use these walks as opportunities to hold hands or link arms or, as on this particular occasion, steal kisses while concealed by the forest. Spencer's fingers were tangled in the hair tied at the back of Roman's neck (he'd discovered that this was one of the best ways of avoiding the musket slung over the soldier's back) and Roman clutched at Spencer's blue coat as their mouths moved together, the sort of desperate kiss they always shared when they thought a battle was approaching. When they pulled apart, they panted for breath, foreheads resting together.
"God, I wish..." Spencer began. Roman simply nodded and pressed his lips lightly against his lover's. Before they had a chance to deepen the kiss, they heard the sound of distant footsteps. They broke apart, smoothing uniforms and hair as they turned toward the disturbance.
"Hollo!" came a cry from that direction, and soon Spencer and Roman could make out a pair of figures in blue coats coming toward them. With a quick glance at one another, they made their way toward the others.
"When I heard you approaching, I was afraid that you might have been lobsterbacks!" Spencer said to the other men as they came within a comfortable speaking distance. The shorter of the two--a man with curly hair and blue-green eyes--smiled, and the taller laughed, his dark eyes gleaming with good-natured mirth.
"How awful that would have been!" the tall man said, then extended his hand to Spencer. "Captain Peter Dalton."
"Major Spencer Montgomery." He shook hands with Capt. Dalton, and then with the other man, who turned out to be Simon Ainsley, also a captain. Once all of the men had introduced themselves (and the two captains expressed their fascination with meeting a man from Poland), they learned that Capt. Dalton was from Boston like Spencer, and that, even though they had never spoken before, they were all in the same regiment.
"I do hope we will see each other more," Capt. Dalton said. There was something in his nature that made it impossible to dislike him. "Perhaps even when we return to Boston. I have two sisters, you know. Ainsley here is rather desperately in love with Rebecca, but as for Susannah..."
It took Spencer a second to understand what was meant by that. "Oh! Yes, perhaps I may find her to my liking," he replied, although he knew that it was a lie. He simply could not fall in love with women.
"Well, I'm afraid we ought to go," Ainsley said, blushing a little from his friend's comment. "There is no reason for the four of us to try to patrol the area together."
"We shall see you at some later time, then," Spencer said with a smile. Once the two pairs of men had walked so that Captains Dalton and Ainsley were out of earshot, Spencer whispered to Roman, "They are just the sort of friends that everyone thinks we are."
"That indeed they are," Roman replied. He still had a rather noticeable Polish accent, which never ceased to fascinate Spencer. After looking around to make sure the others were gone, he hooked his arm through Spencer's and they walked on in silence.
* * *
Spencer and Roman became good friends with the two captains in the next few months. They were greatly upset when Capt. Dalton was killed in battle several months later, and when a young English officer named Percy Fitzroy, who knew the Daltons since before the fighting started, arrived, they became his friend as well. They met the Dalton family for the first time some months later, and Spencer almost laughed at the memory of Peter implying that he could woo Susannah, for it was quite obvious that she was in love with Fitzroy. He heard some stories about Daniel, the youngest of the Daltons, and how he had run off to fight soon after Peter's death and now wrote almost constantly about his friend Jules Le Sauvage, a French boy also fighting for independence.
* * *
Spencer continued to visit the Daltons after the war ended and he returned to the law. Roman had stayed with him for as long as he could, but his family had finally called him back and he had left a few days ago. Spencer tried not to be too upset about it, but he often found himself remembering the way Roman smiled at him, the touch of his hands, the feel of his lips on his, and, most of all, the way his voice had shaken with barely-contained sobs when he had whispered his undying love to Spencer on the last night before he left, and it was all he could do to keep from crying when he did. He had gone to visit the Daltons, hoping they would lift his spirits. Rebecca had been married to Ainsley for nearly a year, and Susannah and Fitzroy were preparing to wed, and the whole family was gathered on this occasion, along with Daniel's friend Jules. Spencer had never met Jules, but he knew that he and Daniel were very close friends (Ainsley had likened them to himself and Peter when the latter had been alive, and also to Spencer and Roman, a comparison which had brought a flush to Spencer's pale face).
Daniel was a boyish, red haired young man who could scarcely have looked more different from Peter, but he shared his late brother's easy charm. When the family and guests had finished their meal and retreated to the parlor, he began animatedly telling them about his immediate plans.
"I haven't the slightest idea how long we'll be staying out west, nor do I know if we shall be able to write at all, but I promise that we will do our best to return, won't we, Jules?"
Jules, a small, slight young man who greatly reminded Spencer of himself at that age, smiled at his friend. "I do hope that we can, yes. Perhaps Daniel will fall into a river again, though, but this time he will not get out, I shall be forced to come all the way back here to deliver the sad news."
"You pushed me in!" Daniel, cried with a laugh, and Jules smirked at him, his expression quickly shifting to a warm smile. Spencer eyes widened slightly; surely he was imagining things when he thought that expression similar to one that he had seen Roman wear many times when he looked at him.
When Spencer left the Daltons' home later, his head was still filled with thoughts of that look that Jules had given Daniel and with memories of Roman.
What does that look between Jules and Daniel mean? I don't want to give a definitive answer either way, although I have noticed that they come across as Ambiguously Gay almost more than Heterosexual Life Partners.