Fic: Reunion
Because writing Felix/Louis is much more interesting than paying attention during philosophy, I bring you yet another pointlessly silly and hopefully cute moment in the life of Lt. Gaeta.
Title: Reunion
Pairing: Gaeta/Hoshi
Rating: PG-13? For implied sex.
Summary: Felix and Louis finally get time off.
Notes: No, really, this mental image came to me in the middle of a lecture about Plato. It wasn't a difficult choice.
“Oh my gods. That was-“
“Wow, Felix…”
“I know.”
Louis pressed his forehead to Felix’s shoulder, shaky breathing playing across his bare skin. Felix didn’t mind his weight on his back; considering he wasn’t sure if he was completely in control of his body, Louis’ frame draped over his might well have been the only thing keeping him on his feet.
Felix rested his cheek against the tabletop, the cool metal beneath him causing him to shiver.
Louis shifted. “You ok, baby?”
“Yeah. Just… recovering.”
Louis slid his arm next to him, hand coming to rest over his. Felix looked at the picture that made, both of their palms down, his lover’s pale fingers comfortably entwined with his own. It was an appealing image, and he was a little sad to have to say, “I need to get up. This table is freezing.”
“You said you were fine,” Louis commented, pushing himself upright.
“I just didn’t want to move,” he replied, looking around the room. “Where are my clothes?”
“Right here.” Louis tossed him a rumpled pile, pulling his own pants back on.
“Thanks.” He dressed unhurriedly, eyes on Louis as he made sure his tanks weren’t inside-out before pulling them over his head.
Two weeks was entirely too long to go without. It wasn’t like they normally had endless hours to spend together, but their schedules recently had left them with literally no concurrent downtime. They would pass each other on their way in and out of the CIC, or try to hold back from sending each other meaningful looks when their shifts overlapped, and it had been driving them both crazy.
Of course, if being apart can result in that kind of reunion… He watched Louis straighten his uniform as his own fingers finished buttoning his shirt. No. Not worth it.
They went about cleaning up any and all evidence of what had just transpired. As amusing as it would be to leave his rackmates wondering what kind of disaster had hit the room, it really wasn’t polite. He was trying to remember when they had managed to knock the chair over when Louis asked, “So, are we still on for Joe’s tonight?”
Felix chuckled. “We did this kind of backward, didn’t we?”
Louis grinned. “Only if it doesn’t happen again after.”
Felix raised an eyebrow. “Is that an offer?” he inquired as they entered the hallway, pausing for him to put his shoes back on from where they sat outside the door- their singular moment of foresight.
“Why Mr. Gaeta, I think you are going to need to buy me a drink first. I can’t have you thinking I’m easy.”
Felix laughed and kissed him, wrapping his arms around his neck.
Racetrack chose that moment to come striding around the corner. She took one look at the two of them and broke into a triumphant grin. “Frakkin’ finally!” she exclaimed.
“Exactly,” they agreed.
Title: Reunion
Pairing: Gaeta/Hoshi
Rating: PG-13? For implied sex.
Summary: Felix and Louis finally get time off.
Notes: No, really, this mental image came to me in the middle of a lecture about Plato. It wasn't a difficult choice.
“Oh my gods. That was-“
“Wow, Felix…”
“I know.”
Louis pressed his forehead to Felix’s shoulder, shaky breathing playing across his bare skin. Felix didn’t mind his weight on his back; considering he wasn’t sure if he was completely in control of his body, Louis’ frame draped over his might well have been the only thing keeping him on his feet.
Felix rested his cheek against the tabletop, the cool metal beneath him causing him to shiver.
Louis shifted. “You ok, baby?”
“Yeah. Just… recovering.”
Louis slid his arm next to him, hand coming to rest over his. Felix looked at the picture that made, both of their palms down, his lover’s pale fingers comfortably entwined with his own. It was an appealing image, and he was a little sad to have to say, “I need to get up. This table is freezing.”
“You said you were fine,” Louis commented, pushing himself upright.
“I just didn’t want to move,” he replied, looking around the room. “Where are my clothes?”
“Right here.” Louis tossed him a rumpled pile, pulling his own pants back on.
“Thanks.” He dressed unhurriedly, eyes on Louis as he made sure his tanks weren’t inside-out before pulling them over his head.
Two weeks was entirely too long to go without. It wasn’t like they normally had endless hours to spend together, but their schedules recently had left them with literally no concurrent downtime. They would pass each other on their way in and out of the CIC, or try to hold back from sending each other meaningful looks when their shifts overlapped, and it had been driving them both crazy.
Of course, if being apart can result in that kind of reunion… He watched Louis straighten his uniform as his own fingers finished buttoning his shirt. No. Not worth it.
They went about cleaning up any and all evidence of what had just transpired. As amusing as it would be to leave his rackmates wondering what kind of disaster had hit the room, it really wasn’t polite. He was trying to remember when they had managed to knock the chair over when Louis asked, “So, are we still on for Joe’s tonight?”
Felix chuckled. “We did this kind of backward, didn’t we?”
Louis grinned. “Only if it doesn’t happen again after.”
Felix raised an eyebrow. “Is that an offer?” he inquired as they entered the hallway, pausing for him to put his shoes back on from where they sat outside the door- their singular moment of foresight.
“Why Mr. Gaeta, I think you are going to need to buy me a drink first. I can’t have you thinking I’m easy.”
Felix laughed and kissed him, wrapping his arms around his neck.
Racetrack chose that moment to come striding around the corner. She took one look at the two of them and broke into a triumphant grin. “Frakkin’ finally!” she exclaimed.
“Exactly,” they agreed.