Out of the Closet
Title: Out of the Closet
Fandom: Threshold
Pairing: Nigel/Lucas
Summary: They couldn't stay in the closet forever.
For tinheart
Out of the Closet
“I’m going to try something, so don’t freak out.”
“What do you mean? What are you going to do?”
“Trust me.” Fenway’s glasses glinted in the dim light as he moved, hands tracing Lucas’ spine lightly, finally resting at the top of the other man’s hips. He knew the words were about to pour out of Lucas’ mouth, could hear the man’s breath catch in his throat as he struggled with his curiosity. “Just a moment.” He murmured, trying to find the pockets in the physicist’s lab coat.
“Nigel?”
Instead of answering, Fenway ran his fingers through Lucas’ curly black hair for a moment. “Relax, I have an idea.”
“What?”
Fenway smirked, “watch your head.”
Lucas yelped as Fenway pushed himself up suddenly, forcing him to cling to the doctor or fall on the ground. So he held on, and in doing so, he became aware of the hardness against his thighs and the warmth of Fenway’s body. The other man didn’t say anything however; he just groped along the shelf above them. “I could’ve sworn.” He muttered, his warm breath tickling Lucas’ ear.
“What are you looking for?” Lucas swallowed.
“A thin metal strip.” Fenway sighed, too aware of the pair of lips inches away.
Lucas was too.
Neither would remember who closed the distance afterwards -perhaps they both did. But they were kissing nonetheless. Unsure of how far Lucas was willing to let him go, Nigel rested his hands on the other’s hips, pulling him closer only when the younger man didn’t pull away. Maybe he could take this moment and use it as a protection against the loneliness, a memory that far exceeded his expectations. Nothing rivaled the feeling of Lucas against him, his kisses going from curious to more passionate as the heat from his body grew with time.
In that moment, nobody could come between them, and they liked it that way.
A faint click heralded the invasion of light, breaking the barrier that isolated them. Only Fenway saw the knowing glint in Molly’s eyes, the triumphant hint of a smirk that quickly became a polite smile. “You said you wanted to talk to me, Fenway?”
Lucas was almost as red as Molly’s favorite pen. He swallowed, excused himself, and ran out of Nigel’s office before the man could even form a scathing reply. The doctor sighed, readjusting his glasses as he sat up properly, face flushed. “Spit it out, Caffrey.”
“What?” she asked innocently, holding out a hand.
“I don’t need help.” He declared, rising to his feet, eyes never leaving the woman’s face.
“I’ll talk to him later,” she promised, “I won’t stand between you two.”
“It’s probably too late anyway. He has Rachel.”
“Don’t let your own insecurities stop you from wishing,” a reassuring hand on his shoulder, and that damn knowing smile.
He just looked at her for a moment, searching for any hint of pity or false sincerity. She met his eyes without hesitation.
Fandom: Threshold
Pairing: Nigel/Lucas
Summary: They couldn't stay in the closet forever.
For tinheart
Out of the Closet
“I’m going to try something, so don’t freak out.”
“What do you mean? What are you going to do?”
“Trust me.” Fenway’s glasses glinted in the dim light as he moved, hands tracing Lucas’ spine lightly, finally resting at the top of the other man’s hips. He knew the words were about to pour out of Lucas’ mouth, could hear the man’s breath catch in his throat as he struggled with his curiosity. “Just a moment.” He murmured, trying to find the pockets in the physicist’s lab coat.
“Nigel?”
Instead of answering, Fenway ran his fingers through Lucas’ curly black hair for a moment. “Relax, I have an idea.”
“What?”
Fenway smirked, “watch your head.”
Lucas yelped as Fenway pushed himself up suddenly, forcing him to cling to the doctor or fall on the ground. So he held on, and in doing so, he became aware of the hardness against his thighs and the warmth of Fenway’s body. The other man didn’t say anything however; he just groped along the shelf above them. “I could’ve sworn.” He muttered, his warm breath tickling Lucas’ ear.
“What are you looking for?” Lucas swallowed.
“A thin metal strip.” Fenway sighed, too aware of the pair of lips inches away.
Lucas was too.
Neither would remember who closed the distance afterwards -perhaps they both did. But they were kissing nonetheless. Unsure of how far Lucas was willing to let him go, Nigel rested his hands on the other’s hips, pulling him closer only when the younger man didn’t pull away. Maybe he could take this moment and use it as a protection against the loneliness, a memory that far exceeded his expectations. Nothing rivaled the feeling of Lucas against him, his kisses going from curious to more passionate as the heat from his body grew with time.
In that moment, nobody could come between them, and they liked it that way.
A faint click heralded the invasion of light, breaking the barrier that isolated them. Only Fenway saw the knowing glint in Molly’s eyes, the triumphant hint of a smirk that quickly became a polite smile. “You said you wanted to talk to me, Fenway?”
Lucas was almost as red as Molly’s favorite pen. He swallowed, excused himself, and ran out of Nigel’s office before the man could even form a scathing reply. The doctor sighed, readjusting his glasses as he sat up properly, face flushed. “Spit it out, Caffrey.”
“What?” she asked innocently, holding out a hand.
“I don’t need help.” He declared, rising to his feet, eyes never leaving the woman’s face.
“I’ll talk to him later,” she promised, “I won’t stand between you two.”
“It’s probably too late anyway. He has Rachel.”
“Don’t let your own insecurities stop you from wishing,” a reassuring hand on his shoulder, and that damn knowing smile.
He just looked at her for a moment, searching for any hint of pity or false sincerity. She met his eyes without hesitation.