The mighty 4!
My honourable friends,
our fourth prompt post!
That's right, number FOUR.
Like the nucleobases, the fundamental forces of physics and the horsemen of the apocalypse.
Like the number of seasons, the number of letters in most swear words and the number of boxes each tetris shape is made of.
In this spirit, here are four things to keep in mind:
1) The ( Read more... )
our fourth prompt post!
That's right, number FOUR.
Like the nucleobases, the fundamental forces of physics and the horsemen of the apocalypse.
Like the number of seasons, the number of letters in most swear words and the number of boxes each tetris shape is made of.
In this spirit, here are four things to keep in mind:
1) The ( Read more... )
A large picture of David and Nick smiled at Nick on the grey thin paper in front of him. His eyes shot across the pages of the newspaper. Something about 'making the honeymoon last'.
"You are sure keeping David hard at work."
Peter had said the words in the most innocent, casual way, but when he pondered them over, he couldn't help but chuckle.
Nick heard and looked up from his paper (technically Peter's paper. He'd taken a stroll to Nick's office specificly to show his this article).
"God, not you too?" Nick's voice wavered somewhere between amused and genuinely annoyed. "If one more reporter calls our coalition a marriage, I.. I don't know what."
Peter's eyes shot across the room to make sure the door was closed.
"You two are rather obvious." Nick shot up from his chair.
"Will you stop! We're not a couple!"
Definitely annoyed now. Peter tried to hide his amusement. It was so easy to tease the Liberal Democrat.
"If you say so I believe you." Peter said with unconvincing politeness. "He's very fond of you though. I don't know how you feel about him.."
"I'm married."
Classic, Peter thought. He didn't say 'I'm straight'. He decided on a more aggressive line of inquiry.
"If you wanted to claim that you're heterosexual, you're not fooling me."
There it was, that glimmer of fear in his eyes, erasing the last of Peter's doubts that he might be wrong. He had initially been merely curious at how Nick would react to the article, but now found himself on the verge of finding out if the rumors were true. His curiosity would not allow him to stop here. He crossed the distance between them in two determined steps, counting again on intimidation to work.
"You're such a stereotypical closet-case. Getting so angry whenever someone suggests that you want David."
"I DON'T want David!" Nick shouted. "I want.."
Peter held his breath in anticipation. Unexpected but interesting. George's name came to mind. He stared into the man's tormented eyes and waited for an answer.
Nothing had prepared him for the next moment as Nick moved forward and suddenly pressed his lips against Peter's. He was too shocked to react and in a second, the lips were gone again.
Nick looked even more shocked by his own actions that Peter. Embarrassment, mixed with desperation, confusion and above all rejection. He seemed on the verge of breaking into tears.
Peter would later try to look for reasons why he had moved forward, wrapped his arms around Nick and kissed him. Perhaps reason had had very little to do with it. There had been no rational of political calculation behind his actions when he had pushed Nick against the desk, their bodies pressing close together.
He’d come to Nick’s office to find out a dirty little secret, but left with a little secret of his own. Memories of Nick’s erection pressing against him. The way Nick had murmured a desperate ‘o God’ when Peter had barely started undoing Nick’s belt. A plea somewhere between a wish to go back to the relative safety of a few moments ago and a burning need to continue. The way Nick had shuddered when Peter first placed his hand on his cock. A few hopeless whimpers and well, if Nick orgasming hadn’t been so beautiful, the short time in which he came would have been comical. But what Peter remembered above all - and what made him think that this little secret would not leave Nick’s office - was Nick’s answer when he had pressed the confused young man against him and asked in a calm tone.
“How long?”
Nick had answered in a whisper
“Years.”
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OP wants you to de-anon so she can give you love forever <3333333333333
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Wow, how did you spot my fill in ten minutes?
Anyway, I suggest we keep this pairing alive with more fics to come. I really want there to be lots and lots of Mandelclegg.
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Agreed! It's just...even Nick would be...seduced by Mandelson's ways...
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I'm off to bed now too. I'm going to have fantastic dreams about this tonight...
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Thus, Peter was incredibly glad to find on his doorstep that Friday evening. Nick looked less glad. In fact, he looked tired and miserable. Peter did not ask what was wrong, he simple let him enter without a word, told him to have a seat and started to make tea. When he returned from the kitchen with two steaming teacups in his hands, Nick was sitting on the sofa with his hands in his head.
“I don’t know what to do anymore”
He blurted, before Peter had even gotten round to placing the cups on the table.
“Tea.” Peter stated matter-of-factly. A statement somewhere between an offer and a prescription from a doctor minding a patient. Nick took a sip of the brown liquid - too much milk for his taste.
“Thank you, Peter. I’m sorry for storming in here unannounced. I’m sure you have..”
“That’s quite alright.”
Peter studied the tired looking man and there was not a doubt in his mind about whether Nick was welcome to interrupt his Friday night anytime he looked this helpless.
“I just…” tea spilled along the sides of Nick’s teacup. “I just don’t know how you cope with it all. I didn’t want it all to be this way. To lie, all the time, and gods, Miriam.” Nick’s breath got stuck on the last word.
Peter waited for Nick to recover himself. There really wasn’t anything he could say. He might never have been married himself, but he recognized that feeling as if all life lived unto this point is fake, and the desperation that goes with it. It was a feeling no amount or gay rights literature could fix over night. And what could Peter do other then listen to what Nick obviously needed to get off his chest?
“I never wanted.. I never wanted..” Nick struggled with words again as if something forced the air out of his lungs. “I love Miriam. So much. It’s just…”
“Shh.. I know. You’re not the first man that has loved a woman in every possible way but one.”
“I don’t want to hurt her.” Nick’s voice was shaking as if he was crying, maybe the only reason he wasn’t is that he had ran out of physical tears for the moment.
“I know.” Peter couldn’t think of anything else to say. To tell him that we almost always end up hurting the ones we love would be terrible cliché. Or hurt the ones that love us, he thought bitterly as he remembered how long Nick had been struggling towards this moment and how little affection Peter could offer in return.
The only thing he could think of doing was to put an arm around Nick and pull him closer. Nick let his head rest on his shoulder. They sat this way in silence for a while, the tea in front of them slowly turning cold. Until Nick raised his head up a bit and softly, insecure, kissed the first bit of skin he could reach, Peter’s neck. A moment later Nick kissed his jaw line and another moment later their lips were opening up to taste each other. Peter again found himself automatically kissing Nick and pulling him closer. Nick needed very little guidance, he pressed close to Peter as if afraid he would vanish in a moment. Peter soon found himself kissing Nick more passionately and their bodies pressed together moving in a rhythm, fabric pressing against fabric, both bodies underneath wishing that there was only skin to skin. Peter knew he had to interrupt this. He could not deny that he wanted this. He had to admit to himself that he had thought about Nick quite a bit for the last week, okay, the sound of Nick’s whimpers and his face as he came had ghosted in his mind pretty much nonstop, frustrating his attempts to get any work done. Still, he mustered the willpower within himself to break the kiss and push Nick away from him a bit.
“Nick, are you sure about this? I mean, gay or straight or married, a relationship between you and I would cause problems under any circumstance. are you sure this is what you want?”
Nick cast his eyes down. He looked strangely like a boy at confession. “I want this. I want you. I have tried so long not to want you but I can’t. I just can’t.”
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“Ohh..Peter, I want you to fuck me.”
The night was proving to test his self-control to the limit, Peter thought for a moment as images of himself fucking Nick came to him mind and he realized how much he wanted to do what Nick asked him, there and then. He also knew immediately that he shouldn’t. Nick was confused enough as it was. Adding that experience to his list of confusing memories wouldn’t help. No, he couldn’t possibly go that far.
He felt Nick’s hand slide inside his pants and pushed himself forward, eager for Nick to touch him. He looked up a moment to see Nick’s face, flushed, his head throw back and his eyes closed. And his mouth just out of the reach of his own, Peter noted, cursing Nick’s tallness or his own lack of it. He placed another kiss on Nick’s neck and moved a hand up to Nick’s face, grabbing his hair and trailing his fingers across his cheek before bringing his fingers to his mouth. Nick kissed them eagerly, taking two fingers in his mouth and moving his tongue around them with such gentleness that Peter once again found himself tempted by almost irresistible fantasies, this time of Nick’s tongue on his cock. He pressed those fantasies away as well and let his hand guide Nick’s face down so that he could finally taste Nick’s mouth again. Nick greeted this passionately and as their tongues twisted around each other, one of Peter’s hands unzipped Nick’s pants while the other found its way down his back. Getting Nick’s pants open had been no easy task as Nick still rubbed himself against his leg and stroked Peter’s cock with his own hand - which was quite distracting indeed - but it was worth the trouble a thousand times as he was rewarded with the sound of Nick whimpering when Peter first let his finger, slick with Nick’s saliva, trail around his anus. If Nick’s face had been flustered before, his expression gave a whole new definition to the word when Peter slowly pressed his finger inside Nick.
Nick pressed himself against Peter’s leg with increasingly more speed and insistence, a movement mirrored by the movement of his hand around Peter’s cock. Peter bit Nick’s lip and caught his mouth with his own again and again, making sure Nick’s lips would not slip out of his reach again and treasuring every time Nick moaned into their kisses as Peter moved his finger in and out of Nick. He pressed it deep inside Nick when he felt the young man tense and treasured the shudder as Nick came. His hand trembled around Peter’s cock and it wasn’t more than a moment before he came himself. Peter kissed Nick firmly as he felt himself orgasm and removed his finger out of Nick before dragging him down into a lying position, with Nick resting on top of him.
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“I ehh..” Nick stammered. “I think I should…”
“Miriam will be waiting for you.” Peter said, saving Nick the pain of having to acknowledge that fact himself, but Nick still looked miserable as he nodded his head.
“Nick” Peter tried to force himself to speak, no matter how much he wanted to swallow his words. “I don’t think you should come here for anything but advice until you’ve figured out what you want to do with your life.”
Again, Nick looked tormented as he answered with another nod of his head. Peter couldn’t think of any words that would bring either of them any comfort as Nick left in silence.
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“I told Miriam.” He blurted out seconds after Peter had opened the door, before even greeting him.
Without a word, Peter let him in and walked back to the living room. He cast one look at the half-full glass of red wine that was standing on the coffee table and placed a second glass next to it, before filling both. He handed one of the glasses to Nick, who drained half of it in a single gulp. Clearly he needed that.
Peter sat down on the sofa - pushing away an image that flashed through his mind of how Nick had looked lying on that sofa last time - and Nick followed his example.
“How did she take it?” Nick shifted uncomfortably in his place.
“She’s upset, of course. I don’t know if she’s angry. She’s calm at least, immediately taking the practical approach. Well, that’s Miriam. If the third world war broke out she’d be the one that would make sure we all got to the nuclear fall-out shelter with our lunch boxes filled.”
For a moment Peter imaged bombs raining from the sky and the Cleggs walking through burning streets in a line, each of them carrying a neat, brightly colored lunchbox. Nick’s voice brought him back to a more serious reality.
“She thinks we should probably stay together for the moment, you know, publicly, until it’s more politically convenient. Maybe for as long as the coalition lasts.”
Peter remembered his own days of living a lie until it became politically survivable to speak out and wondered if he should warn Nick about how hard it could be. He held his tongue. It might not be easy, but he was also pretty sure Nick was doing the right thing.
“Did you tell her about us?” Peter hesitated about the question. Nick shrugged.
“Not by name. I told her I’d fallen in love with someone I work with.” Peter felt uncomfortable about the word ‘love’, realizing again how little he had to offer the young man.
“She asked me to at least save her the embarrassment of a scandal in the papers while we’re still publicly together.” Nick couldn’t quite find words for how grateful he was that Miriam hadn’t cursed and cried and thrown dishes at him. He’d felt he deserved it. Her reaction made him feel all the more guilty about the pain he caused his wife.
“So what do you plan to do?” Peter asked.
“I.. I would.. I mean..” Nick stammered “I understand if you don’t want to be my secret. I won’t ask you to be. I’m the one that got myself into this situation and you don’t deser..”
Peter stopped Nick in his tracks with the determined gesture of a finger to his lips.
“Don’t be silly. Do you really think I’d respect you any less for doing what you need to do? Or that I’d be such a coward as to not go through it with you? It’s not as if I am risking a political career being with you.”
Nick looked down at the glass in his hand, looking for a way to feel less guilty about yet another loved one supporting him in his choice to live with a lie.
“It’s just so messed up. I never wanted, I wish,” he still found himself struggling to form sentences. “I just want you. I can’t help it.”
‘want’ was a word Peter was more comfortable with, and he bend forward to kiss Nick. It was the first kiss that they shared which was not dominated by long-suppressed passions and did not end with impatient hands exploring each other’s bodies. It was a kiss that was only about comfort, about consolation, as Nick felt a thumb wipe a tear away from his cheek. For some reason, it moved him more than all the passionate kisses they had shared before.
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I get MORE MANDELCLEGG. This is just...I mean...WHAT IS THIS. IS THIS REAL LIFE?!
:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
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I simply must know! XD
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captcha: we trappers
Trapping others in mandelclegg? yes, we are.
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