Competition chapter 2
Title: Competition chapter 2 (FFF 10 May 2013, "a lazy morning)
Summary: Luke and Reid meet at work
Luke's POV
Rating: no worries
When I came home I was so tired that I let my bag fall out of my hands and grabbed a can from the fridge. I fell on my mattress and closed my eyes.
This was insane. I was used to work hard, but I had been standing on my feet for 10 hours non-stop. Reid didn’t even blink, we didn’t have time to eat or drink or go to the toilet.
He had been cocky when we met, but when he did his job, I could only be fascinated. He was 100% focus, picking in someone’s head was definitely his thing. His enthusiasm about the anatomy was intoxicating, and he was the best teacher I had ever seen. His knowledge overwhelming.
I had such a great day that I forgot what Casey had warned me about, but I got a reality check when the patient was brought to Recovery. While we undressed he said: “I am sorry you had to cancel your date with the orderly Luke. But he will be available tomorrow, or the day after. He is going to wait for you, you are a good catch”.
I turned around and looked at the man who transformed into a jerk in a second. “It’s that power thing Luke, I got it, to date people like him”.
I felt a frown coming up, what was he talking about? “People like him?”, I asked.
He winked at me. “Yeah you know, simple guys. You are into guys, right? Casey has a killer body”.
I shook my head and tried to understand what he said and implied. “You’re a voyeur”, I said softly. I had sensed his eyes on me this morning apparently.
He smirked. “Yes, I like to check the meat”, he said. “So tell me, where did you get the tattoo?”.
I smiled at him. “It’s really none of your business”, I said. “I can’t forbid you to look at my ass, but I hope we can do what we came here for, and that is work”.
He smirked. “Of course”, he said, “I was just curious where it stands for”.
I closed my eyes. Maybe I was biased towards him, maybe he wasn’t such a bitch as I thought. “It’s a symbol that represents strength”, I said.
He looked into my eyes when he said: “well, you are going to need it here”.
I had never met a guy with two faces before. Where I came from, people were honest and nice. They all respected each other and worked hard. Maybe this city was not right for me, but for now it was okay, it was the place where I could go the fastest.
I massaged my neck and realized that I missed my bath tub. My house. Our life. The certainty that when you come home someone is there. Roth had been a great man to live with, attentive and caring. But his heart was too big. His lust huge. He had told me that it meant nothing, the sex he had with the others. I was his life.
We had never talked about it, because it didn’t cross my mind. I wasn’t into cheating, it was not in my DNA to luster after other guys. Roth had been broken when I closed the door. He didn’t try to change my mind though. He knew me, he saw how devastated I was.
But now, being alone in this city that never sleeps, I didn’t know if I had made the right decision. The atmosphere in the OR was different that I was used too: hasty, impersonal.
And Reid…I had no idea what to think of him. I had admired his skilled fingers, his precision and his dedication. I was glad I had seen him work today. I doubted if he was ever relaxed, I couldn’t picture him in bed, on a lazy morning, reading a newspaper, touching his boyfriend slowly. If he had one that is.
I doubted if he could love a person as much as he loved his job. He seemed to lack the most primitive form of people skills, he was rude and aggressive to the other people working in the OR.
I tried to imagine how his fingers would run through my hair. How his lips….I was glad his lips had been invisible behind the mask all day. They seemed to whisper to me. They softened the sarcasm in the blue eyes and his harsh words.
And his hands…they had been hidden in green latex-free gloves, but they showed me how caring he really could be. And that made me shiver. I didn’t need this. I wanted time for myself. Not a fling on an ass. So I knew what to do: avoid him.
Summary: Luke and Reid meet at work
Luke's POV
Rating: no worries
When I came home I was so tired that I let my bag fall out of my hands and grabbed a can from the fridge. I fell on my mattress and closed my eyes.
This was insane. I was used to work hard, but I had been standing on my feet for 10 hours non-stop. Reid didn’t even blink, we didn’t have time to eat or drink or go to the toilet.
He had been cocky when we met, but when he did his job, I could only be fascinated. He was 100% focus, picking in someone’s head was definitely his thing. His enthusiasm about the anatomy was intoxicating, and he was the best teacher I had ever seen. His knowledge overwhelming.
I had such a great day that I forgot what Casey had warned me about, but I got a reality check when the patient was brought to Recovery. While we undressed he said: “I am sorry you had to cancel your date with the orderly Luke. But he will be available tomorrow, or the day after. He is going to wait for you, you are a good catch”.
I turned around and looked at the man who transformed into a jerk in a second. “It’s that power thing Luke, I got it, to date people like him”.
I felt a frown coming up, what was he talking about? “People like him?”, I asked.
He winked at me. “Yeah you know, simple guys. You are into guys, right? Casey has a killer body”.
I shook my head and tried to understand what he said and implied. “You’re a voyeur”, I said softly. I had sensed his eyes on me this morning apparently.
He smirked. “Yes, I like to check the meat”, he said. “So tell me, where did you get the tattoo?”.
I smiled at him. “It’s really none of your business”, I said. “I can’t forbid you to look at my ass, but I hope we can do what we came here for, and that is work”.
He smirked. “Of course”, he said, “I was just curious where it stands for”.
I closed my eyes. Maybe I was biased towards him, maybe he wasn’t such a bitch as I thought. “It’s a symbol that represents strength”, I said.
He looked into my eyes when he said: “well, you are going to need it here”.
I had never met a guy with two faces before. Where I came from, people were honest and nice. They all respected each other and worked hard. Maybe this city was not right for me, but for now it was okay, it was the place where I could go the fastest.
I massaged my neck and realized that I missed my bath tub. My house. Our life. The certainty that when you come home someone is there. Roth had been a great man to live with, attentive and caring. But his heart was too big. His lust huge. He had told me that it meant nothing, the sex he had with the others. I was his life.
We had never talked about it, because it didn’t cross my mind. I wasn’t into cheating, it was not in my DNA to luster after other guys. Roth had been broken when I closed the door. He didn’t try to change my mind though. He knew me, he saw how devastated I was.
But now, being alone in this city that never sleeps, I didn’t know if I had made the right decision. The atmosphere in the OR was different that I was used too: hasty, impersonal.
And Reid…I had no idea what to think of him. I had admired his skilled fingers, his precision and his dedication. I was glad I had seen him work today. I doubted if he was ever relaxed, I couldn’t picture him in bed, on a lazy morning, reading a newspaper, touching his boyfriend slowly. If he had one that is.
I doubted if he could love a person as much as he loved his job. He seemed to lack the most primitive form of people skills, he was rude and aggressive to the other people working in the OR.
I tried to imagine how his fingers would run through my hair. How his lips….I was glad his lips had been invisible behind the mask all day. They seemed to whisper to me. They softened the sarcasm in the blue eyes and his harsh words.
And his hands…they had been hidden in green latex-free gloves, but they showed me how caring he really could be. And that made me shiver. I didn’t need this. I wanted time for myself. Not a fling on an ass. So I knew what to do: avoid him.