Ficlet: Something Else
Title: Something Else
Author: eviltwin
Fandoms: Flashpoint
Pairing: Mentions Greg/Ed.
Rating: PG.
Wordcount: 400
Summary: Prompt : #2 Trust. Written for flashpoint_sru.
Disclaimer: None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.
There's no such thing as a day off; everyone knows that. It's not a holiday, it's just a day where you don't wind up pointing a gun at someone and you get to wear your own clothes. But even sitting in your local bar, having a quiet drink by yourself, you never fully relax. It's like you're trying to watch everyone at once, to work out who could kill if they're pushed hard enough. But then, if you knew that, your job wouldn't be so hard to get into.
Greg's there now, trying to concentrate on what the stranger to his right is saying, but he really doesn't hear it. He's thinking too hard, not drinking nearly enough, and the words are just nonsense to his inattentive ears.
Then there's a hand at his back, a gentle pressure, and he knows that hand. It pats him, once, and is accompanied by a voice in his ear asking if he thinks he's had enough. He shifts his gaze to the left, sees soft blue eyes watching him. They're eyes to be trusted, he thinks, and the thought is chased by a vision of warm skin under his lips. Muscles shifting at lazy kisses and searching fingers.
"Time to go."
He agrees. He doesn't want to wind up like some, making the bar his second home and the bottle his best friend. He's had a couple of shots, but he drinks so rarely that they've affected him. That hand is there at his back again, ready to catch him if he needs it. If it were anybody else, Greg would have thrown a punch by now. If it were anybody but the few people he feels comfortable with, the one person he trusts more than anyone. He lets that hand guide him from the bar and takes a deep breath when they get outside.
"Are you okay?"
Greg nods. "I am now," he says. It's been a long day in a month of long days and, if he were a weaker man, it would have been the last. But this thing with Ed, whatever it is, it's adding to his strength.
"Want to talk about it?" Ed asks, although he knows what the answer will be.
"Not so much. Can we do something else?" Something else. Sex, no sex. It doesn't matter. He can trust Ed not to ask about it again.
end
Author: eviltwin
Fandoms: Flashpoint
Pairing: Mentions Greg/Ed.
Rating: PG.
Wordcount: 400
Summary: Prompt : #2 Trust. Written for flashpoint_sru.
Disclaimer: None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.
There's no such thing as a day off; everyone knows that. It's not a holiday, it's just a day where you don't wind up pointing a gun at someone and you get to wear your own clothes. But even sitting in your local bar, having a quiet drink by yourself, you never fully relax. It's like you're trying to watch everyone at once, to work out who could kill if they're pushed hard enough. But then, if you knew that, your job wouldn't be so hard to get into.
Greg's there now, trying to concentrate on what the stranger to his right is saying, but he really doesn't hear it. He's thinking too hard, not drinking nearly enough, and the words are just nonsense to his inattentive ears.
Then there's a hand at his back, a gentle pressure, and he knows that hand. It pats him, once, and is accompanied by a voice in his ear asking if he thinks he's had enough. He shifts his gaze to the left, sees soft blue eyes watching him. They're eyes to be trusted, he thinks, and the thought is chased by a vision of warm skin under his lips. Muscles shifting at lazy kisses and searching fingers.
"Time to go."
He agrees. He doesn't want to wind up like some, making the bar his second home and the bottle his best friend. He's had a couple of shots, but he drinks so rarely that they've affected him. That hand is there at his back again, ready to catch him if he needs it. If it were anybody else, Greg would have thrown a punch by now. If it were anybody but the few people he feels comfortable with, the one person he trusts more than anyone. He lets that hand guide him from the bar and takes a deep breath when they get outside.
"Are you okay?"
Greg nods. "I am now," he says. It's been a long day in a month of long days and, if he were a weaker man, it would have been the last. But this thing with Ed, whatever it is, it's adding to his strength.
"Want to talk about it?" Ed asks, although he knows what the answer will be.
"Not so much. Can we do something else?" Something else. Sex, no sex. It doesn't matter. He can trust Ed not to ask about it again.
end