Fic: An Exercise in Trust 1/1
“You really have problems trusting people, don’t you?” Glitch asked.
Wyatt blinked and looked up at him, his tea cup half way to his mouth as he sat in front of the fire with his friend. “What?” he asked, blindsided by the question.
“Trusting people,” Glitch said again. “You have a problem with trusting people, don’t you?”
Wyatt blinked again and shifted calmly in his chair, lowering his tea cup to the saucer in his hand with a soft clink after taking a sip. He was silent a moment, mulling over the question as he swallowed his tea. “Some people, perhaps,” he admitted at last. “Trust is a hard subject and not easily given when you’ve had your whole life ripped away from you; I think you’d be the one person who could actually understand that, Glitch,” he finished quietly.
“Hmm,” Glitch said and nodded thoughtfully. “Yes, I suppose I do.” He was quiet and lost in thought for a few moments as they returned to companionable if slightly uneasy silence, sipping their tea. “Do you trust me?” he asked after a while, breaking the silence.
Wyatt sighed in exasperation, setting his tea cup down once more. “You saved my life, Glitch, of course I trust you.”
“How much?” Glitch asked, taking a sip from his cup, his eyes remaining on Wyatt.
“Well, obviously I trust you a great deal, in fact, you are one of the few people I trust with my life,” Wyatt said, rolling his eyes as he looked at his friend. “What’s with all the questions, Glitch?”
Glitch smiled softly and set his cup and saucer on the low cherry coffee table and slowly stood to his feet. “Curiosity, I suppose,” he said simply. “I’ll be right back.”
Wyatt nodded but wrinkled his brow curiously as Glitch departed before shaking his head and turning back to the fire as he finished off his tea. “Glitch what are you doing?” he yelped a moment later when a soft, black cloth was settled over his eyes. He leaned forward a bit to try and dislodge it only to find it tied behind his head. “Glitch,” he said again, this time unamused.
“Shh,” Glitch murmured softly and came around in front of him. “It’s okay, Wyatt,” he said murmured, and slid his hands down Wyatt’s arms to his hands and gently took the cup and saucer from him, setting it on the coffee table beside his own.
“What are you doing?” Wyatt asked again, his throat tight.
“Just a little exercise,” Glitch murmured, taking Wyatt’s hands carefully in his own.
“Exercise?” Wyatt asked uncertainly.
“Yes,” Glitch said and tugged gently on Wyatt’s hands. “Come on, on your feet.”
“I can’t,” Wyatt said, shaking his head.
“Sure you can,” Glitch said. “Just stand up; I won’t let you fall.”
Wyatt sighed. “I’m not going to win this, am I?” he asked.
Glitch smiled broadly. “Nope,” he crowed. “Now come on, up you get.”
Exhaling heavily, Wyatt drew his feet in near the chair and pushed himself up on his feet. He swayed slightly, but Glitch reached out, letting go of one of his hands briefly to steady him.
“See, I told you that you could do it,” Glitch said and smiled again.
“Good, are we done now?” Wyatt asked in annoyance and reached up to pull the blindfold off.
“No,” Glitch said, catching his hand before he got very far. “All right, now,” he said stepping away and turning slightly and pulling Wyatt’s arm to the right. “Turn.”
“I can’t,” Wyatt said again.
Glitch groaned in frustration. “Yes, you can, Wyatt,” he said pulling a little more on his arms. “Now, just turn in place to the right.”
Wyatt swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing tightly in his throat as his chin tilted up slightly so he could breathe, he did as Glitch instructed and turned in place.
“Good,” Glitch praised. “Now, take two steps forward and you’ll be out of the way of the chair.”
Wyatt swallowed and took two shaky steps forward.
“You’re doing well,” Glitch said with a grin. He moved back, and to the left, still holding Wyatt’s hands gently and the man turned with him slowly, trying to keep his arms in front of him. “Now, we can go as slow or as fast as you like, there is nothing in your way.”
Wyatt swallowed again, wondering just where Glitch was planning on going. The door to the hall was that way, and he hoped his friend didn’t plan on taking him on a jaunt through the castle like this. It would be so embarrassing. Fear gripping him that it was there Glitch was headed, Wyatt swallowed dryly before stammering out, “S-slow.”
“Okay, we can do that,” Glitch said with a smile and backed away, slowly drawing Wyatt closer step by shaky, uncertain step. “Wait here,” Glitch said after a moment when Wyatt had counted out twenty-five shaky steps, and felt his friend let go before hearing a door open and groaned softly. “What?” Glitch asked, chuckling quietly as he returned to take Wyatt’s hand once more.
“Glitch, you are not leading me through the castle like this,” Wyatt said, his voice reprimanding and hard with stubbornness.
Glitch chuckled once more. “Come on, Wyatt,” he scolded lightly. “You said you trust me.”
Wyatt grumbled under his breath making Glitch chuckle once more, but followed him slowly, the scowl still in place under the blindfold. He blinked in surprise when they didn’t turn for the door, but continued straight and he wondered where the man was taking him, never having seen the man’s actual chambers - Ambrose’s chambers - beyond this room.
Glitch smiled as he led Wyatt slowly through the doorway and then stopped and released his hands.
“What?” Wyatt asked, when he didn’t say anything. “Are we done?”
“No,” Glitch answered, his voice distant and thoughtful.
“Then what is it?” Wyatt asked.
“Well, I…” Glitch began and Wyatt heard a note of nervousness in his voice. “I was wondering…”
“You were wondering what, Glitch?” Wyatt asked, slightly annoyed with still having the blindfold on, though he had his hands free now, Glitch had said they weren’t done, so he knew he wouldn’t be allowed to remove it, knowing Glitch would simply catch his hands again.
“Well,” Glitch said nervously. “We’ve never really talked about it, but…”
“Out with it, Glitch,” Wyatt said, nearly snapping.
Glitch blinked and swallowed. “What do you want, Wyatt?” he asked at last, looking at the blindfolded man nervously.
Wyatt exhaled in exasperation. “To take this bloody blindfold off,” he replied gruffly and made a moved to do so but just as he expected, Glitch caught his hands.
“No,” Glitch chided softly. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Well, what did you mean then?” Wyatt asked.
Glitch swallowed and released his hands when he made no move to reach for the blindfold once more. “Well,” he began again. “W-what do you want from me?” he asked, a slight quaver to his voice.
Wyatt blinked beneath his blindfold. “I - I don’t understand,” he answered, swallowing dryly.
Glitch sighed heavily. “I - I need to know what you want from me before we continue,” he explained. “I don’t want to overstep my bounds.”
Wyatt swallowed again a cold tingle going up his spine as he began to realize what Glitch meant. Part of him, the part that still loved and yearned for something he’d never have, having his beloved wife back told him that he didn’t want to go any further… to tell Glitch he wanted to just stay friends.
But the other part of him reminded him of the morning he awoke in the Demilo’s wagon to find himself naked and his friend fast asleep, his warm, lithe body curled around his slightly colder one and the thoughts and dreams that had followed. He swallowed once more as the silence dragged on. “Y-you won’t,” he stammered out softly, his throat tight.
“Are you sure,” Glitch asked his voice quiet and uncertain.
Wyatt swallowed dryly and reached out blindly, his hand waving until he caught Glitch’s hand and twined their fingers together, pulling him closer. “Yes,” he whispered huskily.
Glitch swallowed thickly over the lump that had risen in his throat. “W-what do you want, Wyatt?” he asked softly.
“Kiss me,” Wyatt answered, his voice a husky whisper as he wrapped his arm blindly around Glitch’s waist, pulling him close.
Glitch gasped and put his hand on Wyatt’s shoulder as he nearly stumbled into him. “Wyatt…” he murmured breathlessly.
“Kiss me,” Wyatt said again and heard Glitch whimper as he complied, kissing him hungrily and Wyatt moaned in his throat in return. He moved back as Glitch pressed closer to him and stumbled, falling back on the other man’s bed with a grunt.
“Sorry,” Glitch murmured, embarrassed.
Wyatt chuckled. “You had all this planned, didn’t you?”
Glitch bit his lip, not sure how to reply. “Here,” he said, reaching up to pull off the blindfold and blinked when Wyatt stopped him.
“Leave it,” Wyatt murmured.
Glitch blinked again. “Are you sure?”
Wyatt smiled up at him blindly. “This was an exercise in trust, wasn’t it?”
“Well, yeah,” Glitch said uncertainly.
“Then leave it,” Wyatt answered huskily. “I trust you, Glitch,” he continued leaning up. “And I mean to prove it.”
“But…” Glitch stammered.
“But what?” Wyatt asked in a breathy whisper.
“But what can I do?” Glitch asked, squirming slightly. “I don’t want to go too far.”
“Anything,” Wyatt murmured huskily and leaned up blindly. “I’m yours tonight,” he murmured and hummed when he caught Glitch’s lips once more.
Glitch’s eyes fluttered slightly and he groaned as he quit struggling, smiling into the kiss. He blushed when Wyatt broke the kiss and asked softly, “Just for tonight?”
Wyatt smiled up at him blindly and murmured, “For as long as you’ll have me.”
Glitch grinned and leaned down to kiss him again, his half a brain already turning over the possibilities of what he could do to his new lover.
Wyatt blinked and looked up at him, his tea cup half way to his mouth as he sat in front of the fire with his friend. “What?” he asked, blindsided by the question.
“Trusting people,” Glitch said again. “You have a problem with trusting people, don’t you?”
Wyatt blinked again and shifted calmly in his chair, lowering his tea cup to the saucer in his hand with a soft clink after taking a sip. He was silent a moment, mulling over the question as he swallowed his tea. “Some people, perhaps,” he admitted at last. “Trust is a hard subject and not easily given when you’ve had your whole life ripped away from you; I think you’d be the one person who could actually understand that, Glitch,” he finished quietly.
“Hmm,” Glitch said and nodded thoughtfully. “Yes, I suppose I do.” He was quiet and lost in thought for a few moments as they returned to companionable if slightly uneasy silence, sipping their tea. “Do you trust me?” he asked after a while, breaking the silence.
Wyatt sighed in exasperation, setting his tea cup down once more. “You saved my life, Glitch, of course I trust you.”
“How much?” Glitch asked, taking a sip from his cup, his eyes remaining on Wyatt.
“Well, obviously I trust you a great deal, in fact, you are one of the few people I trust with my life,” Wyatt said, rolling his eyes as he looked at his friend. “What’s with all the questions, Glitch?”
Glitch smiled softly and set his cup and saucer on the low cherry coffee table and slowly stood to his feet. “Curiosity, I suppose,” he said simply. “I’ll be right back.”
Wyatt nodded but wrinkled his brow curiously as Glitch departed before shaking his head and turning back to the fire as he finished off his tea. “Glitch what are you doing?” he yelped a moment later when a soft, black cloth was settled over his eyes. He leaned forward a bit to try and dislodge it only to find it tied behind his head. “Glitch,” he said again, this time unamused.
“Shh,” Glitch murmured softly and came around in front of him. “It’s okay, Wyatt,” he said murmured, and slid his hands down Wyatt’s arms to his hands and gently took the cup and saucer from him, setting it on the coffee table beside his own.
“What are you doing?” Wyatt asked again, his throat tight.
“Just a little exercise,” Glitch murmured, taking Wyatt’s hands carefully in his own.
“Exercise?” Wyatt asked uncertainly.
“Yes,” Glitch said and tugged gently on Wyatt’s hands. “Come on, on your feet.”
“I can’t,” Wyatt said, shaking his head.
“Sure you can,” Glitch said. “Just stand up; I won’t let you fall.”
Wyatt sighed. “I’m not going to win this, am I?” he asked.
Glitch smiled broadly. “Nope,” he crowed. “Now come on, up you get.”
Exhaling heavily, Wyatt drew his feet in near the chair and pushed himself up on his feet. He swayed slightly, but Glitch reached out, letting go of one of his hands briefly to steady him.
“See, I told you that you could do it,” Glitch said and smiled again.
“Good, are we done now?” Wyatt asked in annoyance and reached up to pull the blindfold off.
“No,” Glitch said, catching his hand before he got very far. “All right, now,” he said stepping away and turning slightly and pulling Wyatt’s arm to the right. “Turn.”
“I can’t,” Wyatt said again.
Glitch groaned in frustration. “Yes, you can, Wyatt,” he said pulling a little more on his arms. “Now, just turn in place to the right.”
Wyatt swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing tightly in his throat as his chin tilted up slightly so he could breathe, he did as Glitch instructed and turned in place.
“Good,” Glitch praised. “Now, take two steps forward and you’ll be out of the way of the chair.”
Wyatt swallowed and took two shaky steps forward.
“You’re doing well,” Glitch said with a grin. He moved back, and to the left, still holding Wyatt’s hands gently and the man turned with him slowly, trying to keep his arms in front of him. “Now, we can go as slow or as fast as you like, there is nothing in your way.”
Wyatt swallowed again, wondering just where Glitch was planning on going. The door to the hall was that way, and he hoped his friend didn’t plan on taking him on a jaunt through the castle like this. It would be so embarrassing. Fear gripping him that it was there Glitch was headed, Wyatt swallowed dryly before stammering out, “S-slow.”
“Okay, we can do that,” Glitch said with a smile and backed away, slowly drawing Wyatt closer step by shaky, uncertain step. “Wait here,” Glitch said after a moment when Wyatt had counted out twenty-five shaky steps, and felt his friend let go before hearing a door open and groaned softly. “What?” Glitch asked, chuckling quietly as he returned to take Wyatt’s hand once more.
“Glitch, you are not leading me through the castle like this,” Wyatt said, his voice reprimanding and hard with stubbornness.
Glitch chuckled once more. “Come on, Wyatt,” he scolded lightly. “You said you trust me.”
Wyatt grumbled under his breath making Glitch chuckle once more, but followed him slowly, the scowl still in place under the blindfold. He blinked in surprise when they didn’t turn for the door, but continued straight and he wondered where the man was taking him, never having seen the man’s actual chambers - Ambrose’s chambers - beyond this room.
Glitch smiled as he led Wyatt slowly through the doorway and then stopped and released his hands.
“What?” Wyatt asked, when he didn’t say anything. “Are we done?”
“No,” Glitch answered, his voice distant and thoughtful.
“Then what is it?” Wyatt asked.
“Well, I…” Glitch began and Wyatt heard a note of nervousness in his voice. “I was wondering…”
“You were wondering what, Glitch?” Wyatt asked, slightly annoyed with still having the blindfold on, though he had his hands free now, Glitch had said they weren’t done, so he knew he wouldn’t be allowed to remove it, knowing Glitch would simply catch his hands again.
“Well,” Glitch said nervously. “We’ve never really talked about it, but…”
“Out with it, Glitch,” Wyatt said, nearly snapping.
Glitch blinked and swallowed. “What do you want, Wyatt?” he asked at last, looking at the blindfolded man nervously.
Wyatt exhaled in exasperation. “To take this bloody blindfold off,” he replied gruffly and made a moved to do so but just as he expected, Glitch caught his hands.
“No,” Glitch chided softly. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Well, what did you mean then?” Wyatt asked.
Glitch swallowed and released his hands when he made no move to reach for the blindfold once more. “Well,” he began again. “W-what do you want from me?” he asked, a slight quaver to his voice.
Wyatt blinked beneath his blindfold. “I - I don’t understand,” he answered, swallowing dryly.
Glitch sighed heavily. “I - I need to know what you want from me before we continue,” he explained. “I don’t want to overstep my bounds.”
Wyatt swallowed again a cold tingle going up his spine as he began to realize what Glitch meant. Part of him, the part that still loved and yearned for something he’d never have, having his beloved wife back told him that he didn’t want to go any further… to tell Glitch he wanted to just stay friends.
But the other part of him reminded him of the morning he awoke in the Demilo’s wagon to find himself naked and his friend fast asleep, his warm, lithe body curled around his slightly colder one and the thoughts and dreams that had followed. He swallowed once more as the silence dragged on. “Y-you won’t,” he stammered out softly, his throat tight.
“Are you sure,” Glitch asked his voice quiet and uncertain.
Wyatt swallowed dryly and reached out blindly, his hand waving until he caught Glitch’s hand and twined their fingers together, pulling him closer. “Yes,” he whispered huskily.
Glitch swallowed thickly over the lump that had risen in his throat. “W-what do you want, Wyatt?” he asked softly.
“Kiss me,” Wyatt answered, his voice a husky whisper as he wrapped his arm blindly around Glitch’s waist, pulling him close.
Glitch gasped and put his hand on Wyatt’s shoulder as he nearly stumbled into him. “Wyatt…” he murmured breathlessly.
“Kiss me,” Wyatt said again and heard Glitch whimper as he complied, kissing him hungrily and Wyatt moaned in his throat in return. He moved back as Glitch pressed closer to him and stumbled, falling back on the other man’s bed with a grunt.
“Sorry,” Glitch murmured, embarrassed.
Wyatt chuckled. “You had all this planned, didn’t you?”
Glitch bit his lip, not sure how to reply. “Here,” he said, reaching up to pull off the blindfold and blinked when Wyatt stopped him.
“Leave it,” Wyatt murmured.
Glitch blinked again. “Are you sure?”
Wyatt smiled up at him blindly. “This was an exercise in trust, wasn’t it?”
“Well, yeah,” Glitch said uncertainly.
“Then leave it,” Wyatt answered huskily. “I trust you, Glitch,” he continued leaning up. “And I mean to prove it.”
“But…” Glitch stammered.
“But what?” Wyatt asked in a breathy whisper.
“But what can I do?” Glitch asked, squirming slightly. “I don’t want to go too far.”
“Anything,” Wyatt murmured huskily and leaned up blindly. “I’m yours tonight,” he murmured and hummed when he caught Glitch’s lips once more.
Glitch’s eyes fluttered slightly and he groaned as he quit struggling, smiling into the kiss. He blushed when Wyatt broke the kiss and asked softly, “Just for tonight?”
Wyatt smiled up at him blindly and murmured, “For as long as you’ll have me.”
Glitch grinned and leaned down to kiss him again, his half a brain already turning over the possibilities of what he could do to his new lover.