Tell Me I'm Wrong
Title: Tell me I'm wrong
Rating: PG
Summary: "When you're forced to make it a constant effort to hide certain things about yourself, you tend to notice those same behaviors in others."
The two women walked through the gym after their workout, wearing little more than sports bras and shorts, and glistening with sweat. As they went, they left a sea of frustrated, drooling men in their wake as every set of eyes followed them.
Well... almost every set. Maine had gotten to be a pretty good reader of people. When there were military laws forbidding certain acts, it took a very sharp observer to find those who needed someone to find them. Maine did not watch the women, but he watched the men in their wake and found the only other set of eyes who were not mentally undressing them.
He was not entirely sure who the other Agent was. He was a little newer than Maine, but he had seen him around. He gave him a quick visual assessment, noting that the Agent was a bit taller than he was, and definitely older, the gray flecks in his hair giving him a decidedly attractive air of maturity. As they all were, he was well toned, but not as bulky as some of the others. He liked the more slender frame the other had, though he was not a jot weaker, Maine would bank.
The shower gave away other little details that Maine tucked away in the back of his mind for now. He wasn't certain, after all. Maybe the other was married, or had an incredible amount of self-control. He would watch him, though; watch for the signs that he had learned to distinguish.
Several weeks had Maine growing more confident as he noted the other's utter lack of interest in even the sexiest female Agents. Even South and Carolina could not turn his head when they went by. Maine decided that the next step was to get him alone, get a bit more personal feel for the man. Before he could arrange an 'accidental' meet up, however, he found himself alone in the gym when his focus for so many weeks walked in.
They exchanged acknowledging nods and the other went over to the weights. Maine was only in sweat pants, his muscled chest somewhat a point of pride for him, while the other wore a t-shirt and shorts. Maine had gotten his name at last but was going to play it cool for a while longer. He turned back to the punching bag and continued his own workout until he got the oddest sensation of someone watching him. He turned to catch the other look away quickly. 'If I don't do something soon I'll go crazy.'
Maine grabbed his water bottle and towel and headed over. "Washington, isn't it?"
"That's me," Wash replied. His face was unreadable.
Maine held out his hand and introduced himself, grinning when Wash took it. He had a firm grip, strong hands. That was nice. Maine also decided he had the worst timing in the world when another Agent walked in just then, but noticed how fast Washington looked uncomfortably guilty. With a lop-sided grin, Maine said, "See ya around," and left. Now he was about as certain as he could be without flat out asking.
He backed off a little the following week, deciding on how to get Wash alone in a more private setting. The opportunity presented itself quite without warning when Maine watched Wash get bawled out by their Commander for something that was clearly not his fault. Not that such little details mattered when it came to passing out blame. Wash took it well, but Maine walked over when the scene had finished. "You look like you could use a drink," he said.
Wash gave a grateful smile. "Yah," he said with a laugh of relief. "That sounds good right now."
Maine chuckled and lead Wash back to his room. Wash seemed hesitant to enter at first, but Maine grabbed two glasses and poured some whiskey as if confirming his intentions in bringing Wash back here were completely innocent, just for a drink. When Washington had his drink he sat down, playing with the rim of the glass but not drinking yet. Maine downed his in a single gulp and poured another before glancing sideways at Wash. "I've been watching you for a while now," he said, deciding to get straight to the point.
"Why is that?" Maine didn't like that Washington's expressions were often so unreadable. He liked being able to see a person's thoughts on their face. Wash was well guarded, but then, that was part of what made him so intriguing.
"Your eyes," Maine said. A hint of confusion flickered across Wash's face and Maine smiled. "How they don't follow the women here like the other guys' do. How they don't mentally undress-"
Wash stood up so fast his drink spilled. "I am not sure what you are insinuating, but I assure you-"
"It's okay, Wash," he said, closing about half the distance between them. "I'm not gonna go running to the CO with the latest gossip or anything, if that's what you're worried about."
Wash looked like he was trying not to look decidedly nervous. "Just what are you planning to do, then?"
Maine set his glass on the table, ignoring Wash's spill, and crossed the rest of the way to him. Wash had noticeably tensed as Maine approached, but Maine only smirked. He slipped one hand behind Wash's head and whispered, "This." Half closing his eyes, he pressed his lips to Washington's.
It took a moment for Wash to really register the action before he jerked away, shaking slightly. "Wh... what the hell do you think you're doing?" He tried to sound demanding but his voice broke, betraying him.
"You didn't like it?" Maine asked, his eyes never leaving Wash's.
"Military justice is very explicit on the subject of-"
"Did. You. Like it?" Maine pressed.
"What makes you think I'm gay?"
He noticed that Wash did not seem to be objecting on any personal grounds, but purely on principle. Most notably, he wasn't offering any true denial of Maine's assessment. "I told you," he said, moving in closer again. "I've been watching you for a while. When you're forced to make it a constant effort to hide certain things about yourself, you tend to notice those same behaviors in others."
Wash shook his head slowly, taking another step back. "I don't know what you think you've seen..." Wash began, but his voice trailed off under Maine's gaze.
"Tell me I'm wrong then," Maine said. Simple. Easy. Deny it, if you can. Wash stayed silent. Maine couldn't help but notice that Wash was standing practically at attention, his body was so tense. He was military through and through, that was undeniable. "Maybe you just need another taste," Maine hummed, closing the distance between them before Wash could object and gently pressing their lips together again.
Wash was still rigid but he was not pulling away this time. Maine slipped one hand to the small of Wash's back and eased him just a bit closer, his other hand at the back of Washington's head. His lips were surprisingly soft, but his eyes were still wide in shock. Maine pulled back just slightly and smiled. "You have handsome eyes."
Wash swallowed hard, one hand automatically coming up to touch his lips where the other man's had just been. He flinched a little when Maine began to caress his cheek.
"So, did you like it?" Maine asked again, his voice soft as he drew his finger down Wash's jaw.
"I... I've... never done this before," he murmured.
Maine smiled. "I know."
"I don't know what to do," he confessed, a hint of fear entering his voice.
"That's ok," Maine said, his lips hovering just over Wash's. "I'll show you." He felt Washington begin to relax just slightly in his arms as he held him, continually pressing his lips to the other's in gentle waves. A flutter of excitement and desire danced in his chest when Wash began to return the kiss at last. This was the first time that Maine would be someone's first.
Rating: PG
Summary: "When you're forced to make it a constant effort to hide certain things about yourself, you tend to notice those same behaviors in others."
The two women walked through the gym after their workout, wearing little more than sports bras and shorts, and glistening with sweat. As they went, they left a sea of frustrated, drooling men in their wake as every set of eyes followed them.
Well... almost every set. Maine had gotten to be a pretty good reader of people. When there were military laws forbidding certain acts, it took a very sharp observer to find those who needed someone to find them. Maine did not watch the women, but he watched the men in their wake and found the only other set of eyes who were not mentally undressing them.
He was not entirely sure who the other Agent was. He was a little newer than Maine, but he had seen him around. He gave him a quick visual assessment, noting that the Agent was a bit taller than he was, and definitely older, the gray flecks in his hair giving him a decidedly attractive air of maturity. As they all were, he was well toned, but not as bulky as some of the others. He liked the more slender frame the other had, though he was not a jot weaker, Maine would bank.
The shower gave away other little details that Maine tucked away in the back of his mind for now. He wasn't certain, after all. Maybe the other was married, or had an incredible amount of self-control. He would watch him, though; watch for the signs that he had learned to distinguish.
Several weeks had Maine growing more confident as he noted the other's utter lack of interest in even the sexiest female Agents. Even South and Carolina could not turn his head when they went by. Maine decided that the next step was to get him alone, get a bit more personal feel for the man. Before he could arrange an 'accidental' meet up, however, he found himself alone in the gym when his focus for so many weeks walked in.
They exchanged acknowledging nods and the other went over to the weights. Maine was only in sweat pants, his muscled chest somewhat a point of pride for him, while the other wore a t-shirt and shorts. Maine had gotten his name at last but was going to play it cool for a while longer. He turned back to the punching bag and continued his own workout until he got the oddest sensation of someone watching him. He turned to catch the other look away quickly. 'If I don't do something soon I'll go crazy.'
Maine grabbed his water bottle and towel and headed over. "Washington, isn't it?"
"That's me," Wash replied. His face was unreadable.
Maine held out his hand and introduced himself, grinning when Wash took it. He had a firm grip, strong hands. That was nice. Maine also decided he had the worst timing in the world when another Agent walked in just then, but noticed how fast Washington looked uncomfortably guilty. With a lop-sided grin, Maine said, "See ya around," and left. Now he was about as certain as he could be without flat out asking.
He backed off a little the following week, deciding on how to get Wash alone in a more private setting. The opportunity presented itself quite without warning when Maine watched Wash get bawled out by their Commander for something that was clearly not his fault. Not that such little details mattered when it came to passing out blame. Wash took it well, but Maine walked over when the scene had finished. "You look like you could use a drink," he said.
Wash gave a grateful smile. "Yah," he said with a laugh of relief. "That sounds good right now."
Maine chuckled and lead Wash back to his room. Wash seemed hesitant to enter at first, but Maine grabbed two glasses and poured some whiskey as if confirming his intentions in bringing Wash back here were completely innocent, just for a drink. When Washington had his drink he sat down, playing with the rim of the glass but not drinking yet. Maine downed his in a single gulp and poured another before glancing sideways at Wash. "I've been watching you for a while now," he said, deciding to get straight to the point.
"Why is that?" Maine didn't like that Washington's expressions were often so unreadable. He liked being able to see a person's thoughts on their face. Wash was well guarded, but then, that was part of what made him so intriguing.
"Your eyes," Maine said. A hint of confusion flickered across Wash's face and Maine smiled. "How they don't follow the women here like the other guys' do. How they don't mentally undress-"
Wash stood up so fast his drink spilled. "I am not sure what you are insinuating, but I assure you-"
"It's okay, Wash," he said, closing about half the distance between them. "I'm not gonna go running to the CO with the latest gossip or anything, if that's what you're worried about."
Wash looked like he was trying not to look decidedly nervous. "Just what are you planning to do, then?"
Maine set his glass on the table, ignoring Wash's spill, and crossed the rest of the way to him. Wash had noticeably tensed as Maine approached, but Maine only smirked. He slipped one hand behind Wash's head and whispered, "This." Half closing his eyes, he pressed his lips to Washington's.
It took a moment for Wash to really register the action before he jerked away, shaking slightly. "Wh... what the hell do you think you're doing?" He tried to sound demanding but his voice broke, betraying him.
"You didn't like it?" Maine asked, his eyes never leaving Wash's.
"Military justice is very explicit on the subject of-"
"Did. You. Like it?" Maine pressed.
"What makes you think I'm gay?"
He noticed that Wash did not seem to be objecting on any personal grounds, but purely on principle. Most notably, he wasn't offering any true denial of Maine's assessment. "I told you," he said, moving in closer again. "I've been watching you for a while. When you're forced to make it a constant effort to hide certain things about yourself, you tend to notice those same behaviors in others."
Wash shook his head slowly, taking another step back. "I don't know what you think you've seen..." Wash began, but his voice trailed off under Maine's gaze.
"Tell me I'm wrong then," Maine said. Simple. Easy. Deny it, if you can. Wash stayed silent. Maine couldn't help but notice that Wash was standing practically at attention, his body was so tense. He was military through and through, that was undeniable. "Maybe you just need another taste," Maine hummed, closing the distance between them before Wash could object and gently pressing their lips together again.
Wash was still rigid but he was not pulling away this time. Maine slipped one hand to the small of Wash's back and eased him just a bit closer, his other hand at the back of Washington's head. His lips were surprisingly soft, but his eyes were still wide in shock. Maine pulled back just slightly and smiled. "You have handsome eyes."
Wash swallowed hard, one hand automatically coming up to touch his lips where the other man's had just been. He flinched a little when Maine began to caress his cheek.
"So, did you like it?" Maine asked again, his voice soft as he drew his finger down Wash's jaw.
"I... I've... never done this before," he murmured.
Maine smiled. "I know."
"I don't know what to do," he confessed, a hint of fear entering his voice.
"That's ok," Maine said, his lips hovering just over Wash's. "I'll show you." He felt Washington begin to relax just slightly in his arms as he held him, continually pressing his lips to the other's in gentle waves. A flutter of excitement and desire danced in his chest when Wash began to return the kiss at last. This was the first time that Maine would be someone's first.