Not Yet
Title: Not Yet
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Continuation of Tell Me I'm Wrong, Please... Stay
It had taken some gentle coaxing - not to mention another deep kiss - to get Wash to agree, but before long Maine was laying on the bed holding Wash in front of him as the two talked about everything and nothing. His hand was brushing absent mindedly over Maine's that was resting on his chest while Maine's other hand played in Wash's hair.
They talked for a while about when they each had first realized that they were different. Maine had been more accepting of what he was from the beginning, whereas Washington had rejected it almost immediately. To him, it was a problem that he had to fight, an urge that needed to be hidden away. "I never thought that I'd be here."
Maine nuzzled his neck, pressing his lips to the tender skin there and holding him a little tighter. "You don't have to fight it anymore," he breathed.
Wash closed his eyes and leaned back into Maine's chest. A sigh of contentment slipped past his lips as they curled into a soft smile. "Strange, the twists life takes."
Maine said nothing. He closed his eyes, feeling an odd mixture of aroused and relaxed. He wanted Wash, wanted a lot more than they were currently doing, but at the same time he felt perfectly at ease and comfortable laying just like this. Perhaps this would be good for him, to take it slow for once.
"Maine?"
He gave a little hum in acknowledgment, not wanting to open his eyes yet.
"I just... I want to thank you."
Maine cracked an eye open. "Hm? What for?"
Wash brushed his fingers along the back of Maine's hand again, then pressed Maine's palm to his chest. "For this. For just..." He swallowed as he searched for the right words to say what he was feeling. "For just holding me; for listening."
Maine now fixed Wash with a thoughtful look, moving slightly to look him in the eye. He saw a new perspective that he had never considered before, for he had never really met anyone like the man in his arms. Wash truly had feared what he was, and Maine could hear the pain in his voice as he spoke of it. It touched on the tiny core of his own pain that had been buried so deep he hadn't even known it was there. He had to resist making a joke of it, as he usually did when faced with any sort of serious situation. This wasn't something to be laughed at. Besides, he could feel his heart being tugged right through his chest as he became lost in those soft brown eyes.
He moved a little more, letting Wash roll to his back and leaning more over him now. He couldn't quite find any words to say, instead he closed his eyes again, leaning in to resume that slow, passionate kiss of earlier. His chest became hot, the blood rushing past his ears making it difficult to hear anything beyond the low moan that Wash favored him with. Fuck, that was so hot.
Easing himself out of the kiss for a moment, he slipped one hand under Wash's shirt, pushing it up slowly, then stopping when he felt Wash begin to tense again. God, he wanted him so bad. With a soft exhale, he eased Wash's shirt down again. Then he pulled Wash in close, bringing his head to rest on his chest as he played his fingers through the regulation-length hair. "Will you stay tonight?" he asked, almost afraid of the answer.
Wash thought about it, wondered if he was ready for this. It felt good to be held, felt good to be understood, but he still couldn't quite let go of the fear. He could tell that the younger Agent would do a lot more if he was able, and that intimidated him greatly. It had taken a great deal of courage to get to the point they were at, to accept Maine's kisses, his arms, his caresses.
At the same time, he feared waking up and finding it was all a dream. He wasn't sure he could handle losing his newly found release from the chains that society and the military had shackled him with for so long. This was his life, and by allowing this to continue, he risked it all, but what kind of life was it if he had to deny so much of himself?
He raised his head and looked in Maine's eyes, noticing how blue they were. He did want to stay here. If he woke up alone, he wasn't sure he would ever have the courage to find his way here again. Closing his eyes, he let his head sink back into Maine's chest. "Yes," he finally said. "I will stay."
Maine realized he had been holding his breath since he asked, and now he let it slip out in relief. Neither said anything more. Maine was soon asleep, but Wash stayed awake for another hour or so, just listening to Maine's heart-beat as silent tears wet both his face and the chest beneath him.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Continuation of Tell Me I'm Wrong, Please... Stay
It had taken some gentle coaxing - not to mention another deep kiss - to get Wash to agree, but before long Maine was laying on the bed holding Wash in front of him as the two talked about everything and nothing. His hand was brushing absent mindedly over Maine's that was resting on his chest while Maine's other hand played in Wash's hair.
They talked for a while about when they each had first realized that they were different. Maine had been more accepting of what he was from the beginning, whereas Washington had rejected it almost immediately. To him, it was a problem that he had to fight, an urge that needed to be hidden away. "I never thought that I'd be here."
Maine nuzzled his neck, pressing his lips to the tender skin there and holding him a little tighter. "You don't have to fight it anymore," he breathed.
Wash closed his eyes and leaned back into Maine's chest. A sigh of contentment slipped past his lips as they curled into a soft smile. "Strange, the twists life takes."
Maine said nothing. He closed his eyes, feeling an odd mixture of aroused and relaxed. He wanted Wash, wanted a lot more than they were currently doing, but at the same time he felt perfectly at ease and comfortable laying just like this. Perhaps this would be good for him, to take it slow for once.
"Maine?"
He gave a little hum in acknowledgment, not wanting to open his eyes yet.
"I just... I want to thank you."
Maine cracked an eye open. "Hm? What for?"
Wash brushed his fingers along the back of Maine's hand again, then pressed Maine's palm to his chest. "For this. For just..." He swallowed as he searched for the right words to say what he was feeling. "For just holding me; for listening."
Maine now fixed Wash with a thoughtful look, moving slightly to look him in the eye. He saw a new perspective that he had never considered before, for he had never really met anyone like the man in his arms. Wash truly had feared what he was, and Maine could hear the pain in his voice as he spoke of it. It touched on the tiny core of his own pain that had been buried so deep he hadn't even known it was there. He had to resist making a joke of it, as he usually did when faced with any sort of serious situation. This wasn't something to be laughed at. Besides, he could feel his heart being tugged right through his chest as he became lost in those soft brown eyes.
He moved a little more, letting Wash roll to his back and leaning more over him now. He couldn't quite find any words to say, instead he closed his eyes again, leaning in to resume that slow, passionate kiss of earlier. His chest became hot, the blood rushing past his ears making it difficult to hear anything beyond the low moan that Wash favored him with. Fuck, that was so hot.
Easing himself out of the kiss for a moment, he slipped one hand under Wash's shirt, pushing it up slowly, then stopping when he felt Wash begin to tense again. God, he wanted him so bad. With a soft exhale, he eased Wash's shirt down again. Then he pulled Wash in close, bringing his head to rest on his chest as he played his fingers through the regulation-length hair. "Will you stay tonight?" he asked, almost afraid of the answer.
Wash thought about it, wondered if he was ready for this. It felt good to be held, felt good to be understood, but he still couldn't quite let go of the fear. He could tell that the younger Agent would do a lot more if he was able, and that intimidated him greatly. It had taken a great deal of courage to get to the point they were at, to accept Maine's kisses, his arms, his caresses.
At the same time, he feared waking up and finding it was all a dream. He wasn't sure he could handle losing his newly found release from the chains that society and the military had shackled him with for so long. This was his life, and by allowing this to continue, he risked it all, but what kind of life was it if he had to deny so much of himself?
He raised his head and looked in Maine's eyes, noticing how blue they were. He did want to stay here. If he woke up alone, he wasn't sure he would ever have the courage to find his way here again. Closing his eyes, he let his head sink back into Maine's chest. "Yes," he finally said. "I will stay."
Maine realized he had been holding his breath since he asked, and now he let it slip out in relief. Neither said anything more. Maine was soon asleep, but Wash stayed awake for another hour or so, just listening to Maine's heart-beat as silent tears wet both his face and the chest beneath him.