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fellowshippers2002-08-18 11:28 pm
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Scotch on the rocks, 2/?, Hugo/Craig, R
Title: Scotch on the rocks 2/?
Author: Nixxie + OneSarcasticChick
Pairing: Hugo/Craig
Rating: R - NC17
Archive: Beyond the Fellowship
E-mail addresses for feedback: nix@nixxe.co.uk + onesarcasticchick@yahoo.com
Disclaimers: Not ours...we just took them out for a quick play. But now we've grown attached to them and don’t want to put them back into the box.
Warnings: Real Person Slash – meaning these are based on real people. Also hints of blood-letting.
Authors notes: This is written as part of a RPG. Hugo belongs to Jo and Craig belongs to Nixxie. The POV changes from one to the other. Written in third person with thoughts as ‘//...//’ And emphasis as ‘*...*’
Scotch on the rocks 2/?
Hugo's eyes darted to the tables nearby. Schite, but he hated
drawing attention. He had heard Craig, loud and clear. He could
imagine how hard it was for Craig to be there, after that
day...fuck...and the look in Craig's eyes...if this was going to
continue any further, they probably needed to take it elsewhere, away
from the public's eyes and ears. He could picture the headlines
now, "Elven Lovers Involved in Cafe Spat".
He needed to get them out of here.
He needed to be in his comfort zone again.
"Look, do you want to go somewhere else? A little more quiet? I can
barely hear above the din."
~~~~~~
Craig noticed Hugo's cheeks redden as he looked around. And then Hugo
looked back at him. Right at him. Craig saw discomfort in those eyes,
discomfort and fear. Craig's heart panged a little at the site //Fuck
it! I am so supposed to be over him, over this. After what he did to
me I should hate him. But I don't do I? How can I hate him when I
still...//
"Fine, My place. I'm renting an apartment loft near here, lets get a
cab. Okay?" Craig left some money on the table, more than adequate.
And strode out to the sidewalk, arm raised to hail a cab.
~~~~~~
Hugo trailed behind Craig, wondering what it was Craig had seen. His
eyes had changed so dramatically from piercing to...something else.
Damn Craig and his observant nature.
There's going to be more questions later.
Hugo was not ready to answer any of them.
~~~~~~
Craig practically jumped out of the taxi, sitting next to Hugo had
been almost unbearable. Sitting so close to something he craved, but
couldn't have. He tipped the driver and lead Hugo to his apartment,
He sat down on the nearest sofa as soon as the door shut.
"Why Hugo? Why now? Why now that I've finally got used to being
without you do you think you can just waltz back in here and start
from where you left off? You don't rule my life...not anymore."
He ended voice dipping down from rage to almost despair, trying to
still his breathing and desperately trying not to cry. Not in front of
Hugo. Never in front of Hugo.
~~~~~~
"I never asked to rule your life!" Hugo returned bitterly, then
rubbed a hand over his face. "Fuck, that's not what I came here to
say." Breathing deeply and looking directly into Craig's eyes, Hugo
continued, "What I meant to say was, I'm sorry, Craig. I'm sorry for
hurting you. I'm sorry for leaving like that. I just...couldn't do
it anymore."
~~~~~~
"I know. I know you're sorry. I can see it in your eyes now. Thank-
you for that at least."
Craig dropped his head into his hands. //Christ! I didn't mean to
push him, it's just...hard.//
"Why though? I mean you said then...space...not the right time... All
the usual bullshit. But why? Why really?"
~~~~~~
//Fuck. Bullshit responses number 27 and 45 did not work. Wonder if
he'd go for number 53.//
Craig's pain seeped into his voice and threw a tight stranglehold on
Hugo. He'd never meant to hurt him. Christ, that was the last thing
he wanted to do.
So hot. Can't breathe.
Hugo tugged at the collar of his shirt, wondering why Craig didn't
have the air conditioning turned on when it was boiling hot inside.
Number 53 it is.
"Craig, we were both at different points in our lives. Your life was
taking you one way, mine was taking me another. It wouldn't have
worked."
//Schite. He was getting too close, admit it.//
"My intentions weren't to demand forgiveness or start up where we
left off. I simply wanted to apologize. I just...fuck..." Agitated,
Hugo ran a hand through is dark hair, looking at one of Viggo's
painting's hanging over the fireplace.
~~~~~~
Craig stood, taking the few short steps to where Hugo was standing
hand running through his hair. Not too close, just there. And then he
made a mistake. He looked up into Hugo's eyes. "I know you never
wanted anything more than sex from me. You never asked, I just gave.
It's just...I couldn't help it. I fell..."
tbc…
Author: Nixxie + OneSarcasticChick
Pairing: Hugo/Craig
Rating: R - NC17
Archive: Beyond the Fellowship
E-mail addresses for feedback: nix@nixxe.co.uk + onesarcasticchick@yahoo.com
Disclaimers: Not ours...we just took them out for a quick play. But now we've grown attached to them and don’t want to put them back into the box.
Warnings: Real Person Slash – meaning these are based on real people. Also hints of blood-letting.
Authors notes: This is written as part of a RPG. Hugo belongs to Jo and Craig belongs to Nixxie. The POV changes from one to the other. Written in third person with thoughts as ‘//...//’ And emphasis as ‘*...*’
Scotch on the rocks 2/?
Hugo's eyes darted to the tables nearby. Schite, but he hated
drawing attention. He had heard Craig, loud and clear. He could
imagine how hard it was for Craig to be there, after that
day...fuck...and the look in Craig's eyes...if this was going to
continue any further, they probably needed to take it elsewhere, away
from the public's eyes and ears. He could picture the headlines
now, "Elven Lovers Involved in Cafe Spat".
He needed to get them out of here.
He needed to be in his comfort zone again.
"Look, do you want to go somewhere else? A little more quiet? I can
barely hear above the din."
~~~~~~
Craig noticed Hugo's cheeks redden as he looked around. And then Hugo
looked back at him. Right at him. Craig saw discomfort in those eyes,
discomfort and fear. Craig's heart panged a little at the site //Fuck
it! I am so supposed to be over him, over this. After what he did to
me I should hate him. But I don't do I? How can I hate him when I
still...//
"Fine, My place. I'm renting an apartment loft near here, lets get a
cab. Okay?" Craig left some money on the table, more than adequate.
And strode out to the sidewalk, arm raised to hail a cab.
~~~~~~
Hugo trailed behind Craig, wondering what it was Craig had seen. His
eyes had changed so dramatically from piercing to...something else.
Damn Craig and his observant nature.
There's going to be more questions later.
Hugo was not ready to answer any of them.
~~~~~~
Craig practically jumped out of the taxi, sitting next to Hugo had
been almost unbearable. Sitting so close to something he craved, but
couldn't have. He tipped the driver and lead Hugo to his apartment,
He sat down on the nearest sofa as soon as the door shut.
"Why Hugo? Why now? Why now that I've finally got used to being
without you do you think you can just waltz back in here and start
from where you left off? You don't rule my life...not anymore."
He ended voice dipping down from rage to almost despair, trying to
still his breathing and desperately trying not to cry. Not in front of
Hugo. Never in front of Hugo.
~~~~~~
"I never asked to rule your life!" Hugo returned bitterly, then
rubbed a hand over his face. "Fuck, that's not what I came here to
say." Breathing deeply and looking directly into Craig's eyes, Hugo
continued, "What I meant to say was, I'm sorry, Craig. I'm sorry for
hurting you. I'm sorry for leaving like that. I just...couldn't do
it anymore."
~~~~~~
"I know. I know you're sorry. I can see it in your eyes now. Thank-
you for that at least."
Craig dropped his head into his hands. //Christ! I didn't mean to
push him, it's just...hard.//
"Why though? I mean you said then...space...not the right time... All
the usual bullshit. But why? Why really?"
~~~~~~
//Fuck. Bullshit responses number 27 and 45 did not work. Wonder if
he'd go for number 53.//
Craig's pain seeped into his voice and threw a tight stranglehold on
Hugo. He'd never meant to hurt him. Christ, that was the last thing
he wanted to do.
So hot. Can't breathe.
Hugo tugged at the collar of his shirt, wondering why Craig didn't
have the air conditioning turned on when it was boiling hot inside.
Number 53 it is.
"Craig, we were both at different points in our lives. Your life was
taking you one way, mine was taking me another. It wouldn't have
worked."
//Schite. He was getting too close, admit it.//
"My intentions weren't to demand forgiveness or start up where we
left off. I simply wanted to apologize. I just...fuck..." Agitated,
Hugo ran a hand through is dark hair, looking at one of Viggo's
painting's hanging over the fireplace.
~~~~~~
Craig stood, taking the few short steps to where Hugo was standing
hand running through his hair. Not too close, just there. And then he
made a mistake. He looked up into Hugo's eyes. "I know you never
wanted anything more than sex from me. You never asked, I just gave.
It's just...I couldn't help it. I fell..."
tbc…