fellowshippers | Scotch on the rocks, 4/?, Hugo/Craig, R

Title: Scotch on the rocks 4/?
Author: Nixxie + OneSarcasticChick
Pairing: Hugo/Craig
Rating: R - NC17
Archive: Beyond the Fellowship and http://www.livejournal.com/users/nixxie_/
E-mail addresses for feedback: nix@nixxie.co.uk + onesarcasticchick@yahoo.com
Disclaimers: Not ours…we just took them out for a quick play. But now we don’t want to put them back into the box and might play some more.
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 4/?

Fuck. Love. No loved, past tense. Fuck

Hugo, pacing, nervous. Hugo. Hugo loved him.

Bloody hell!

When Craig had found Hugo in bath that time, after his party, arms dropping over the edge of the bath. God. Craig didn't think
that much blood could come from one person. Blood, everywhere.
Everywhere but where it should be…inside Hugo.

That was when he realised. Love. Love hurts. Hugo took so long to
come out of that, emotional scarring deeper than skin.
He'd moved in with Hugo then, tended to him, cared for him, secretly loved him.

"It sucks doesn't it! This emotional crap. Christ Hugo. You could've
told me. Just once. Let me know, let it show. I showed you, in so
many ways, loved you from head to toes, scars and all. Am I that bad
that you couldn't show me?"

~~~~~~

Hugo took a shakey breath and strode over to the bar. Pouring
himself a Scotch, threw back the first one, then sipped quietly at
the second, wishing his hands would stop trembling.

The room seemed smaller, the air hotter. Hugo undid the top button
of his shirt, loosening the collar a bit. Better, at least he could
breathe. He swirled the contents of the glass, knowing Craig was
waiting for an answer, but needing to calm his own swirling mind.

~~~~~~

Craig stood up as Hugo brushed past him to grab a drink. Fuck it was
hot in here! Damn fucking apartment! He strode over to the windows pulling
them open, letting the fresh breeze in, letting it drift over him,
cooling his hot skin.

He turned and watched Hugo sip his drink, his mind obviously coming
to a decision.

~~~~~~

"You're not bad, I just...couldn't." Hugo looked up,
eyes pleading with Craig to understand.

~~~~~~

"I was your one. The one who could help you through anything, the one
you could trust. You told me that. I trusted you, too. You know my
secrets, and I know yours. I thought that at least was for keeps.
Hugo! When did we stray so far from that?" He walked over to Hugo,
calmer now, now that everything was honest, out in the air at
last. "Right here, right now I want nothing more from you than to be
your friend, your one again. Can we at least be that to each other?”

~~~~~~

//You don’t know all my secrets.//

Hugo smiled shakily, his eyes fluttering from Craig to his drink
again.

Bashful. Why the hell was he bashful?

"I'd like that...I've missed you, Craig."

~~~~~~

Fucking Hell! Now the man was damn-near blushing! Fuck he's hot when
he does that. Actually, no. He's Fucking Hot doing anything. The man
could come to him covered in car oil and he'd still be hot. //Oh
Christ! Not a good thought. Hugo, dirty and grimy. Oh Fuck!//

"I've missed you, too, Hugo. I've missed our midnight talks about
nothing and everything. I've missed having a friend to talk to when everything caves
in around me. I've missed drinking coffee with you on Sundays. But
most of all… most of all I've missed Scotch on the rocks."

Craig knew damn well the only times he normally shared that
particular drink with Hugo was after sex. It was their own peculiar
way of coming down from the high of good sex.

He reached out and took the drink from Hugo's hand, touching fingers
together very briefly. Brought the glass to his lips and carefully
snaked his tongue out, tasting Hugo's lip print on the glass. Then
slowly downing the whole drink.

~~~~~~

Christ. That tongue. Hugo's body immediately remembered just how
talented that tongue was.

His mind took a few moments longer to catch up.

Trying to clear his head, he attempted to figure out what game Craig
was playing. Did he not realize what that tongue, those words, were
doing to him? Was this payback?

//No, Craig loves you. He wouldn't play any games.//

Right?

Scotch. They'd always drink that together after sex. So much more
refined than a cigarette. Craig didn’t fully understand what it meant to Hugo, to share scotch.

Maybe Craig didn't realize what he was doing to him. Could be.
Probably not. But Hugo wasn't going to make any assumptions.

He grabbed the glass from Craig's fingers and poured another. Hugo
drained the glass, relishing the smooth fire as the scotch slid down
his throat. "So...where do we go from here?"

~~~~~~

Craig stared as Hugo's attention focused on his tongue. God the
places he'd been with this tongue. Hugo just tasted so damned fine,
it was like, if Craig didn't lick his skin then the taste was wasted.

Hugo's skin was flushed, he looked flustered. //Good. Got him.//

"The bedroom." He stated. Only his eyes asking slightly, groin
stirring with remembered passion. "Bring the bottle."

tbc…