The Spot (Part 6) - Mischief on the Mind - FFF 5-24-2013
Title: The Spot (Part 6) - Mischief on the Mind
Written by: scotianova
Rating: pg
Summary: There are still things to be spoken out loud.
Prompt: Fun Fic Friday prompt of Mischief of the Mind
Disclaimer: There is only one purpose I write them for: FUN
AN: Sequel to The Spot storyline.
Mischief on the Mind
“What can I do, Reid?”
You ask, softly and a bit desperately, because the more he opens himself up to you - physically - he seems to retreat in his shell - mentally. That’s new to you. You’ve always seen Reid’s need for you as a metaphor ‘describing’ all the feelings he can’t put into words.
But now you feel the discrepancy, he tries, he tries very hard to show you that he’s close, that he’s there for you, that he’s willing to give you everything in bed he thinks you want and need right now but mentally he zooms out. Like right now, you know he’s heard you but he doesn’t answer your question. Maybe he hasn’t an answer yet.
He tries, you see it, you feel it, you taste it, you even smell his effort - what if he can’t?
You’d have never expected the whole thing to turn into such a crazy situation where no one seems to know what to do, what to say.
Last night he’s told you that the both of you are back. You’ve slept his arms tightly wrapped around your waist and his nose buried in your hair. You’ve been so close and this very morning watching him sipping his coffee you’d suddenly - out of the blue - allowed the image of Brian’s hands slip into your brain and disturb the wonderful lazy-morning-mood.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?
You want to ask the only person you actually trust with your life and it’s the person who just proofed his trustworthiness since he’s here with you and tries everything he can to make your relationship work again.
Right now you don’t know how long you can take his silence. You’re raw, naked in his arms, you’ve put aside your guards and offer your bare incompleteness to him.
“It’s just, that I need to understand, Luke. But I can’t. You know that things I don’t understand drive me crazy. But here you are in my arms and everything feels right and okay and yet I know a few hours ago you were thinking of him. I feel it, when you do that. And I don’t get it, we had an amazing night and then you think of him while we have breakfast. What is it, Luke?”
“I don’t know, it’s not that I want him, please believe me. Do you remember the first time you acted jealous because of him?”
“I was already jealous the moment you showed me his drafts. They were good, even I could see that.”
“They were - he is good at what he’s doing. And he’s determined and purposeful and when he paints there is nothing else - please don’t sue me, but there is something about him that I admire and it’s exactly the same I admire about you. Both of you are so very clear when it comes to your profession and what you want in life. There was a moment he showed me a sketch that he’d in mind for the entrance of the building and I wasn’t actually convinced, something was missing and suddenly he put some blue color on the charcoal drawing and that was it - you know the outcome. It’s brilliant. He works with his hands and his imagination and creates works of art and you work with your hands and your brilliant brain and save lives…”
“And you? You gave me something I never believed to ever get. You brought something in my life that made me a better man, a happier man; you are that kind of person that brings the sun into other people’s life. And I think that’s quite a bit. Look, I don’t see any point in a ranking of virtues, skills and qualities - everyone as well as they can, don’t you think?”
“I don’t deserve you.”
“Crap! You know I hate that kind of … whatever and we both know, it’s not what you really think of yourself, deep down you’re a snob, Grimaldi-baby!”
“I am not”
“You are! You don’t settle with mediocrity - not even in your time with Noah - even in your self-destructive phase you were outstanding!
And that’s why this thing with Bering hit me so hard. I know he’s a fine artist, but look at him…he’s older than me, and he’s so ugh - hairy - I didn’t know you’re into apes…There was nothing I could do, you know. When the man you love falls for a guy who looks better than you, is smarter than you, it’s tough but then you have an explanatory model a least - the only thing left was the artist thing and …”
“I know that’s a weak point. But I told you the truth about that, I don’ want to be with an artist.”
“But you want to be one yourself. So be it! I am okay with that.”
“Maybe it was only a petit midlife crisis.”
“It wasn’t that small.”
“I know - sorry again. So tell me, what can I do to make it better?”
“Do you want me to open up your skull and look into our brain or what? Resect the crazy gnome residing your visual center, whispering that hairy guys in their late forties are a better catch than my humble self? I can do that if you think it’ll help!”
You grin at him so happy that he’s back to being snarky. Contemplative and withdrawn Reid freaks you out; you can handle offensive, unfair and cranky Reid, but sad and hurt Reid, especially when it’s you who put him there, scares the shit out of you.
“You’re an ass, you know?”
“I know. But it’s a nice ass that’s made for your most delicate part to fit in.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah…but you know, given your ongoing nagging I was getting too bony maybe we should do something about that first.”
“Are you saying you’re finally hungry?”
“Always.”
He smiles and kisses you.
And Al’s has to wait some more time.
Written by: scotianova
Rating: pg
Summary: There are still things to be spoken out loud.
Prompt: Fun Fic Friday prompt of Mischief of the Mind
Disclaimer: There is only one purpose I write them for: FUN
AN: Sequel to The Spot storyline.
Mischief on the Mind
“What can I do, Reid?”
You ask, softly and a bit desperately, because the more he opens himself up to you - physically - he seems to retreat in his shell - mentally. That’s new to you. You’ve always seen Reid’s need for you as a metaphor ‘describing’ all the feelings he can’t put into words.
But now you feel the discrepancy, he tries, he tries very hard to show you that he’s close, that he’s there for you, that he’s willing to give you everything in bed he thinks you want and need right now but mentally he zooms out. Like right now, you know he’s heard you but he doesn’t answer your question. Maybe he hasn’t an answer yet.
He tries, you see it, you feel it, you taste it, you even smell his effort - what if he can’t?
You’d have never expected the whole thing to turn into such a crazy situation where no one seems to know what to do, what to say.
Last night he’s told you that the both of you are back. You’ve slept his arms tightly wrapped around your waist and his nose buried in your hair. You’ve been so close and this very morning watching him sipping his coffee you’d suddenly - out of the blue - allowed the image of Brian’s hands slip into your brain and disturb the wonderful lazy-morning-mood.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?
You want to ask the only person you actually trust with your life and it’s the person who just proofed his trustworthiness since he’s here with you and tries everything he can to make your relationship work again.
Right now you don’t know how long you can take his silence. You’re raw, naked in his arms, you’ve put aside your guards and offer your bare incompleteness to him.
“It’s just, that I need to understand, Luke. But I can’t. You know that things I don’t understand drive me crazy. But here you are in my arms and everything feels right and okay and yet I know a few hours ago you were thinking of him. I feel it, when you do that. And I don’t get it, we had an amazing night and then you think of him while we have breakfast. What is it, Luke?”
“I don’t know, it’s not that I want him, please believe me. Do you remember the first time you acted jealous because of him?”
“I was already jealous the moment you showed me his drafts. They were good, even I could see that.”
“They were - he is good at what he’s doing. And he’s determined and purposeful and when he paints there is nothing else - please don’t sue me, but there is something about him that I admire and it’s exactly the same I admire about you. Both of you are so very clear when it comes to your profession and what you want in life. There was a moment he showed me a sketch that he’d in mind for the entrance of the building and I wasn’t actually convinced, something was missing and suddenly he put some blue color on the charcoal drawing and that was it - you know the outcome. It’s brilliant. He works with his hands and his imagination and creates works of art and you work with your hands and your brilliant brain and save lives…”
“And you? You gave me something I never believed to ever get. You brought something in my life that made me a better man, a happier man; you are that kind of person that brings the sun into other people’s life. And I think that’s quite a bit. Look, I don’t see any point in a ranking of virtues, skills and qualities - everyone as well as they can, don’t you think?”
“I don’t deserve you.”
“Crap! You know I hate that kind of … whatever and we both know, it’s not what you really think of yourself, deep down you’re a snob, Grimaldi-baby!”
“I am not”
“You are! You don’t settle with mediocrity - not even in your time with Noah - even in your self-destructive phase you were outstanding!
And that’s why this thing with Bering hit me so hard. I know he’s a fine artist, but look at him…he’s older than me, and he’s so ugh - hairy - I didn’t know you’re into apes…There was nothing I could do, you know. When the man you love falls for a guy who looks better than you, is smarter than you, it’s tough but then you have an explanatory model a least - the only thing left was the artist thing and …”
“I know that’s a weak point. But I told you the truth about that, I don’ want to be with an artist.”
“But you want to be one yourself. So be it! I am okay with that.”
“Maybe it was only a petit midlife crisis.”
“It wasn’t that small.”
“I know - sorry again. So tell me, what can I do to make it better?”
“Do you want me to open up your skull and look into our brain or what? Resect the crazy gnome residing your visual center, whispering that hairy guys in their late forties are a better catch than my humble self? I can do that if you think it’ll help!”
You grin at him so happy that he’s back to being snarky. Contemplative and withdrawn Reid freaks you out; you can handle offensive, unfair and cranky Reid, but sad and hurt Reid, especially when it’s you who put him there, scares the shit out of you.
“You’re an ass, you know?”
“I know. But it’s a nice ass that’s made for your most delicate part to fit in.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah…but you know, given your ongoing nagging I was getting too bony maybe we should do something about that first.”
“Are you saying you’re finally hungry?”
“Always.”
He smiles and kisses you.
And Al’s has to wait some more time.