Blow Me Away
Title: Blow Me Away
Fandom: HIGNFY
Pairing: Paul/Angus
Rating: ...
Some Info: Here's a brand new fic! This was created from the idea of Paul wondering whether the show was up to snuff and Angus trying to reassure him
Summary: Paul is thinking hard about too much. Angus calms him down.
Disclaimer: This never happened and is a work of fiction. I am making NO money from this and mean NO offence by it either.
Angus gave a half hearted smile and tapped his cigarette.
“Um… I thought it went great really”, he coughed through a mouthful of tobacco and ash.
Paul spotted his pause and pounced on it.
“Liar! Tell the truth”, he ordered, nudging the ash tray closer to his colleague.
The presenter rolled his eyes before turning his cocky gaze on Paul.
“I just did”. He tapped a stream of ash into the tray and stubbed it out, clearing his throat through a cloud of smoke. Paul didn’t seem to mind the tainted air. His breathing didn’t change but something did. His heart beat. It pulsed rapidly against his ribs, roaring with feelings that he didn’t dare express. It thumped so loud that everyone in the bar must have heard. Angus merely turned his face away from the blue eyed man’s misty stare.
“When you tell the truth I don’t think you… uh… hesitate”, Paul countered. Angus flung his head back, letting a quiet chuckle escape his lips.
“I hesitated did I? Since when did you use big words”. Paul winced at the edge he put on the word “big”. It sounded how an adult might address a six year old.
“Oh come on! You fucked up on the auto cue about thirty thousand times!”
“Counting were you?”
“Of course I-…” Paul thundered but let his voice dwindle into silence to prevent himself from lying.
“Just as I thought. Not even you are that petty”. Angus downed another mouthful of lager with a sophisticated air. How exactly could you look superior taking down lager? Paul mused but somehow the presenter pulled it off. The clunk of glass to table top tugged Paul from his thoughts.
“I don’t where that question came from but I assure you, I think the show tonight went perfectly fine, alright?” Angus pressed, praying for Paul to drop the question.
He didn’t wait for a reply and scraped the chair legs against the floor and rose to his feet.
Paul tore after him.
His colleague sighed uncomfortably before spinning on his heels however Paul wasn’t there. Angus furrowed his brow, more with relief than worry but his face fell as he saw Paul in front of him.
“Desperate are you?” The brown eyed comedian traipsed past his friend out onto the street which was aglow with it’s eerie orange street lamps.
“Trying to forget”, Paul muttered. It was more of a direct statement than a question but he was still met with an answer. The answer pelted him like a fist striking his face.
“Of course. Why would I want to remember our little spot of fun Paul?” Angus spat his friend’s name like venom, driving his hands deeper into his pockets under the soft lights. Paul’s mouth skewed into tight angry line. His hand closed around Angus’ arm. His grip tightened and he smirked as Angus flinched and tried to recoil.
“Get off!”
It wasn’t a plead. It was an order but Paul didn’t waver. The presenter’s fist slugged Paul, sending him staggering backwards into the nearest wall. Paul cringed as the cold seared into his back.
Angus sneered but didn’t walk away. Instead he strode up to the blue eyed comedian, letting his arms come to rest gently on his shoulders.
“Just let it go”, he said with a grin that he failed to hide. Paul tried to forget the aching red bruise on his cheek but was still annoyed that he had failed to faze his colleague at all.
Paul clamped his mouth shut and was met with a kiss. Paul relaxed into the wall. The cold had fizzled out. Angus sensed the absence of tension in Paul’s spin and took that as is cue. He forcefully deepened the kiss, glad to have his friend in his hands again. They stood there, shrouded in shadows, in their own world. This was their moment. Paul slipped his tongue into Angus’ mouth but he was ready. Angus’ skimmed over Paul’s teeth and thrashed against Paul’s tongue. Angus brought up a hand to Paul’s chest and broke their embrace, head down.
Angus threw his head back, exhaling deeply, the stinging breezes of wind, a breath of air to his lungs. Paul shook his head as if trying to dispel unwanted thoughts. He wove his fingers into Angus’ dark hair to entice him in before crushing his lips against the presenter’s. He was in control now. He relished in the though as his tongue glided into Angus’ mouth, brushing against the roof rhythmically, faster and faster. Using his free hand, the blue eyed comic, slithered down into the other’s trousers to massage his throbbing cock. A muffled moan found it’s way out of the tangled tongues. Paul forced his lips away before drawing a wet trail over Angus’ cheek.
“Oh God…”, Angus moaned, catching his breath sharply amid the bitter gusts of air.
The night was still young. The moon slunk behind the wispy clouds, it’s silver beams filtering through to the ground below, bathing the street in an almost dream like glow.
There was still time for more. More time for them to entwine their hot bodies. More time to make love and to make up for the agonizing moments that they spent apart when their relationship had been cut through leaving a jagged hole. The hole needed to be filled.
The surging pain in Angus’ heart was dissolving in Paul’s embrace. There was no need for the two, to fight what they wanted.
It was time to face desire.
It was time to ignore the world.
It was just them in their moment…