17 - The least random of posts
Stories of people
Clinging to paperless air
The returning cold
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Clinging to paperless air
The returning cold
A new prompt post, the first one of the year!
Here is a big "thank you" to everyone who makes this place so special by creating fics, art, videos and other things. To everyone who comments and to all of you for keeping this place wank-free and just have fun: You make my job an easy one and ( Read more... )
After the cup was emptied, Nick realised what he'd just done. Awkwardly, he held out the glass for David to take. "Erm," he started to say, but as he shifted his position so that he was no longer looking straight at David, he lost balance and tipped backward, falling arse-first into the tub. "Fuck," he groaned, immediately squirming and trying to find the easiest way to get out of the tub.
"No, wait," David reached out and held him in place. Nick frowned, but David continued, "if you get out now, you will drip all over the floor and we'll have a huge mess to clean up."
Frowning, Nick didn't quite understand what David was getting at, "So... you want me to sit in the bath with you until my clothes magically dry?"
Shaking his head, David hesitated before suggesting, "No, just... look, if you just take them off, we can ring them out and toss them in the sink from here so that we don't get the floor soaking wet. And when I get done, I can go get you a towel and something to wear whilst we stick your clothes in the dryer."
"Oh," Nick blinked, unsure what he thought of that idea. "But that means we'd both be naked in your bath together..." Nick blushed when he realised he'd said that part aloud.
David chuckled nervously, "Well, we're already in the tub together and I am already naked so... it's not that far off?"
Nick sighed and let his hands move to his buttons, glad he had already removed his jacket because it would have been ruined, "I guess that makes sense... the water keeps soaking further and further up my clothes whilst I just sit here anyway." He kicked his shoes off and then shoved his socks down his feet. "We're not telling anyone about this."
"Well," David began, "I think we'll have to tell Sam..."
"Right, of course. But only Sam, no one else, right?" Nick frowned, hoping that David wouldn't bring this up in a cabinet meeting as some sort of ice-breaker or anything. He didn't think he would, but sometimes David's sense of humour was questionable. And this was certainly questionably funny.
David shook his head, "No, of course not."
Giving David a weak smile, Nick relaxed a bit and finished with the buttons on his shirt. As he pulled it off, he felt David's hands begin to tug at it, taking it away from him. Confused, Nick frowned and looked over at David. He relaxed again when he realised that David had just taken it to ring all the water out of it. He didn't know what he'd been thinking David was doing, but for some reason, it hadn't occurred to him that David was helping. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before his fingers moved to his trousers and began to undo them.
As Nick worked off his trousers, trying not to get them more wet than they already were, David deemed the shirt dry enough that it wouldn't drip as he tossed it to the sink. It flew in a perfect arc and landed with a wet thwap on the porcelain of the sink. Nick finally got the trousers off and David took those out of his hands as well. Nick put his legs completely inside the bath, curling them into his chest because he and David didn't have a lot of room to share in the bath, but he thought that it would be far more comfortable than sitting with his legs hanging over as he had been.
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But David just sighed and said, "Off with them, Nick. It's easier if you just remove them now. That way I don't have to make two trips to the dryer with your stuff and it is less time you will have to wait for your clothes."
"I, er," Nick stammered, but went ahead and began to wriggle the waistband down his thighs, partially afraid that David would try to take them off himself. He awkwardly pulled them down his legs and off. He didn't let David take them, though, instead he removed the water and tossed them in the sink himself.
"So," David chuckled after they stared and faced one another for a few seconds, "this is probably the most interesting meeting I have ever had..."
Nick snorted, "You call in interesting, I call it awkward..."
"Ah, Nick," David chuckled, leaning forward to pat Nick's knee, "it isn't quite that bad! It's not that different from swimming with one another, except there is one less layer of clothing and the body of water is smaller!"
"Yeah," Nick looked rather incredulous, "so similar to swimming."
"Right, well, anyway," David shrugged and grabbed a bottle of body wash. He laved the gel up in his hands and began to scrub his arms, "whilst I finish up here, we might as well talk about whatever it was you wanted..."
"Of course," Nick nodded, purposefully staring at his knees, which were still curled against his chest defensively. He shivered slightly, the air that he'd thought was warm in the bathroom actually quite cool compared to the warm water he was sitting in, and the contrast was making his nipples hard. For some reason, that realisation made Nick glanced up at David, staring at his chest and inspecting the firm peaks on David's chest. "I- well, it is just, you know my party won't stand for it, really..." Nick tried to continue, but he was slightly distracted and couldn't form as eloquent sentences as he would have liked.
David frowned, "But the cabinet agreed... united front, and all."
"Yeah, I know," Nick nodded, daring to glance up at David's face, "but I was just thinking... we have to find some way to present this to my backbenchers so they don't revolt on me..."
"And what about my backbenchers?" David asked, holding out the bottle for Nick to take. "Here, whilst we're here, you might as well scrub up- and what if my backbenchers revolt?"
Nick shook his head, but took the bottle, "They won't. Well, some might, but we are fundamentally on their side of the argument, as it were. We're already asking mine to go out on a limb for this. There has to be in it for them, or we won't get any of their support and I-" he cut himself off and frowned.
"You don't want to risk a leadership challenge or anything..." David sighed, nodding.
Staring forward again, Nick's eyes wandered down David's neck and shoulders as he sighed, "Yeah... I know it is kind of a personal interest here, but-"
"No," David cut him off, "I understand... I wouldn't want to have to work with anyone other than you, anyway." David chuckled and started to move. "I'll think on it. There must be something we can do..."
Nick's eyes widened and he glanced up into David's eyes when he realised that David was now hovering over him. A curious hand touched his knee, and then wandered up his thigh, "Erm..."
David smirked, "You were staring... it was kind of... arousing."
"Oh," Nick whimpered as the curious hand wrapped around the base of his cock, which he hadn't realised until just then had been half-hard.
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For whatever reason, when I imagined David in the bath he was playing with little Nick and Dave dolls and making them kiss (like that scene in spaceballs with lord helmet). My brain, I don't even...
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Oh. F5 F5 F5
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