Please... Stay
Title: Please... Stay
Rating: PG
Summary: Continuation of Tell Me I'm Wrong
It was a strange thing to be with someone, not because of attraction, mutual interest, or even just plain letting loose for a good time, but because they were the only person around who you could be with. They were the only one who understood your desires. That, alone, gave some relief to the lonely existence that Washington had lived for far too long. He knew nothing about the man who was kissing him so wonderfully slow and passionate. Knew nothing but the reputation that had proceeded his introduction.
Wash pulled back sharply and stared at Maine, who looked confused. They had just been getting into it nicely, what happened? He gave Wash a quizzical look, and Wash grabbed a chair, sitting down hard as if he had been hit. "Why are you doing this?"
Maine wasn't sure if he should be laughing or what. "Doing what?" he asked. Hadn't they covered this already?
"This. This... whatever this is! You're not gay."
"Ah." Maine chuckled, biting his lower lip as he grabbed another chair and pulled it over to sit facing Wash. "Well, yeah. I mean, technically I'm bi. But only very technically."
Wash's face hardened for a moment. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means," Maine said, resting one hand on Wash's knee, "that I'm not entirely opposed to women. I mean, they serve in a pinch." When he got a bit too frustrated and nothing else would do, he would take a girl back to his room and enjoy the evening. "Nothing romantic, just a fuck," but enough to get him back on track for a while.
In response to the look of disgust he got from Wash, he shook his head. "Yeah, I guess that sounded bad. Look, I don't lead them on or anything. We both get something out of it. Besides, it serves. A pretty good reputation for keep certain things hidden, right?" He slid his hand up Wash's thigh, squeezing slightly.
Wash was shocked at the flush of desire that created in him. He had never been with anyone because those who he could be with, he did not desire, and those whom he desired, he knew he could not be with. Eventually, desire itself had been abandoned until he had almost forgotten what it felt like. But now Maine was awakening those secrets buried deep inside him, dragging them to the surface and not only accepting them but embracing them!
Maine was watching him, watching a strange array of emotions cross his face as he thought about a great deal of things that he had never had to consider before. He was markedly aroused, but also knew this one had to be taken slow. Very, very slow. He scooted his chair a bit closer and dipped his head to catch Washington's eyes. "Hey, what's going on in there?" he asked, brushing at the wrinkles of concern that had appeared on Wash's brow.
Washington was confused, scared, angry. He felt cornered and panicky and at last stood up, backing towards the door. "I can't do this," he said. "I can't-"
"Woah, hey... it's ok," Maine said quickly, holding his hands up as if in surrender. "Nothing has to happen. I mean, we can go as slow as you need."
Wash shifted uncomfortably, refusing to meet the other's gaze. "Why... why did you bring me here?"
Maine stepped forward again and took one of Wash's hands in his. "Because I think you're one of the most handsome men I've ever seen," he said. "And ever since I got the feeling that you leaned this way, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you."
He could not hide the blush that crept up his face, but he also could hardly comprehend what Maine was saying. It was too much for him to take coming from the man. He had heard come-on lines from women before, but they were easy to brush off. He had no interest in them at all. But from a man? It made his heart race, his chest burn, his head spin and his breath speed up. Yet he also was terrified of the consequences of being caught doing exactly what was forbidden to do in the military.
Maine was getting the impression that he had already moved a bit too fast for Wash and decided to slow things way down. "Look, I'm sorry. I guess- I guess you weren't quite ready for all this, huh?" The expression that crossed Wash's face gave him instant confirmation of that. "But please don't go. Look, we'll just... we'll just talk, hm? Nothing has to happen, alright? I'm not expecting anything from you." Which wasn't entirely true. He expected a lot from Wash, but these expectations were confined mostly to him panicking and running out of the room at the moment.
Wash looked somewhat unconvinced, but he also looked like he desperately wanted to stay and talk. His gaze fell to the chair again and he looked as if he was going to return to it, but did not move. Maine saw the war that was taking place behind his eyes and before Wash could say or do anything else, Maine wrapped his arms around him and just held him, his chin resting against Wash's shoulder.
He stiffened a little again, waiting a breath before he finally relaxed into Maine's arms. This certainly had not been what he had been expecting when he woke up this morning, nor when he was first invited back for a drink, but now he felt as if his entire world had been opened up. He returned the embrace, wrapping his own arms around Maine and burying his face into the other's shoulder as he just let himself go for the first time in a long time.
"Maine," he murmured.
"Yeah, Wash?"
He exhaled and sunk a bit further into Maine's arms. "I would like to stay."
Maine gave a low little hum of delight and tightened his arms a bit.
Rating: PG
Summary: Continuation of Tell Me I'm Wrong
It was a strange thing to be with someone, not because of attraction, mutual interest, or even just plain letting loose for a good time, but because they were the only person around who you could be with. They were the only one who understood your desires. That, alone, gave some relief to the lonely existence that Washington had lived for far too long. He knew nothing about the man who was kissing him so wonderfully slow and passionate. Knew nothing but the reputation that had proceeded his introduction.
Wash pulled back sharply and stared at Maine, who looked confused. They had just been getting into it nicely, what happened? He gave Wash a quizzical look, and Wash grabbed a chair, sitting down hard as if he had been hit. "Why are you doing this?"
Maine wasn't sure if he should be laughing or what. "Doing what?" he asked. Hadn't they covered this already?
"This. This... whatever this is! You're not gay."
"Ah." Maine chuckled, biting his lower lip as he grabbed another chair and pulled it over to sit facing Wash. "Well, yeah. I mean, technically I'm bi. But only very technically."
Wash's face hardened for a moment. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means," Maine said, resting one hand on Wash's knee, "that I'm not entirely opposed to women. I mean, they serve in a pinch." When he got a bit too frustrated and nothing else would do, he would take a girl back to his room and enjoy the evening. "Nothing romantic, just a fuck," but enough to get him back on track for a while.
In response to the look of disgust he got from Wash, he shook his head. "Yeah, I guess that sounded bad. Look, I don't lead them on or anything. We both get something out of it. Besides, it serves. A pretty good reputation for keep certain things hidden, right?" He slid his hand up Wash's thigh, squeezing slightly.
Wash was shocked at the flush of desire that created in him. He had never been with anyone because those who he could be with, he did not desire, and those whom he desired, he knew he could not be with. Eventually, desire itself had been abandoned until he had almost forgotten what it felt like. But now Maine was awakening those secrets buried deep inside him, dragging them to the surface and not only accepting them but embracing them!
Maine was watching him, watching a strange array of emotions cross his face as he thought about a great deal of things that he had never had to consider before. He was markedly aroused, but also knew this one had to be taken slow. Very, very slow. He scooted his chair a bit closer and dipped his head to catch Washington's eyes. "Hey, what's going on in there?" he asked, brushing at the wrinkles of concern that had appeared on Wash's brow.
Washington was confused, scared, angry. He felt cornered and panicky and at last stood up, backing towards the door. "I can't do this," he said. "I can't-"
"Woah, hey... it's ok," Maine said quickly, holding his hands up as if in surrender. "Nothing has to happen. I mean, we can go as slow as you need."
Wash shifted uncomfortably, refusing to meet the other's gaze. "Why... why did you bring me here?"
Maine stepped forward again and took one of Wash's hands in his. "Because I think you're one of the most handsome men I've ever seen," he said. "And ever since I got the feeling that you leaned this way, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you."
He could not hide the blush that crept up his face, but he also could hardly comprehend what Maine was saying. It was too much for him to take coming from the man. He had heard come-on lines from women before, but they were easy to brush off. He had no interest in them at all. But from a man? It made his heart race, his chest burn, his head spin and his breath speed up. Yet he also was terrified of the consequences of being caught doing exactly what was forbidden to do in the military.
Maine was getting the impression that he had already moved a bit too fast for Wash and decided to slow things way down. "Look, I'm sorry. I guess- I guess you weren't quite ready for all this, huh?" The expression that crossed Wash's face gave him instant confirmation of that. "But please don't go. Look, we'll just... we'll just talk, hm? Nothing has to happen, alright? I'm not expecting anything from you." Which wasn't entirely true. He expected a lot from Wash, but these expectations were confined mostly to him panicking and running out of the room at the moment.
Wash looked somewhat unconvinced, but he also looked like he desperately wanted to stay and talk. His gaze fell to the chair again and he looked as if he was going to return to it, but did not move. Maine saw the war that was taking place behind his eyes and before Wash could say or do anything else, Maine wrapped his arms around him and just held him, his chin resting against Wash's shoulder.
He stiffened a little again, waiting a breath before he finally relaxed into Maine's arms. This certainly had not been what he had been expecting when he woke up this morning, nor when he was first invited back for a drink, but now he felt as if his entire world had been opened up. He returned the embrace, wrapping his own arms around Maine and burying his face into the other's shoulder as he just let himself go for the first time in a long time.
"Maine," he murmured.
"Yeah, Wash?"
He exhaled and sunk a bit further into Maine's arms. "I would like to stay."
Maine gave a low little hum of delight and tightened his arms a bit.