Apparently that was a difficult question, because for a moment John just stared wildly, until Hendricks started to step back, trying to let go of my hand. But then John hissed out “Yes!” and I tightened my grip.
“Ok. Good. We aren’t in a hurry.” I released them both and stepped out from between them, leaned up against John’s desk and watched them watch one another.
“You don’t look sure,” Hendricks said to him.
“You had good reason not to act. You always have good reasons.”
“Yeah. But I’ve seen you do it now. Be the Gentleman and still l- still be with someone.”
I snorted. “We’ve said the L-word, Hendricks. No-one’s going to erupt in a manly fit of denial if you use it.”
“I don’t know about manly,” Hendricks crossed his arms, and nodded towards an increasingly tense John Marcone. “He looks ready for a fit of hysterics.”
“Yes, thank you,” John said, and then closed his eyes. “This- we need a better venue.”
“And time,” Hendricks checked his watch. “Because we should have been in the car five minutes ago.”
John’s eyes snapped open, and all of a sudden he was collected. “Harry, are you free to stay over tonight? We won’t be back until late.”
“Sure,” I said. “Where at?”
“The Pine Grove apartment. It has the biggest bed.”
Biggest. Bed. Right. That was decisive. “I, ok. Yeah. Uhm. If I get there earlier?”
“The concierge has instructions to let you in. As usual.”
Yeah. I knew that. I knew that. It’s just. I’d arranged a date. For a threesome. I stared at John blankly.
“Are you two taking it in turns to panic?” Hendricks asked.
“It’s efficient,” John answered with a short smile. “Do I need anything?”
“The De Paul figures. They’re in your briefcase already.”
“Of course, thank you.” John picked his case up from beside his desk, and then lent over to drop a kiss on my cheek. “Try and stay out of trouble.”
“Hey!” I protested, but then John was off and out the door before I could point out his profession ran on trouble. Hendricks thumped me companionably on the shoulder before he left, and I just stood there, frowning at the empty doorway.
Right then.
I spent the day being useless, thinking myself around in circles and mauling basic potions until I decided fuck it, I obviously knew I was waiting, I might as well go and wait in comfort. So I packed an overnight bag, shoved in a few unfinished case files so I could at least pretend to be productive, and made my way over to the Pine Grove apartment complex.
And then I mauled paperwork on top of John’s coffetable instead, stopping periodically to run nervous hands through my hair or fiddle with my pen. I was going to look like a scarecrow by the time they turned up. If they turned up. If one of them didn’t say something stupid or have second thoughts or-
By the time the door opened, I was nearly ready to launch myself at the person coming through it, because pinning them to the doorframe and wrapping myself around them was at least something I knew how to do. It was Hendricks. With John’s briefcase. And no John.
“Is he- ”
“Safe. Sudden pressing urge to speak to the concierge. Think he thinks we need a minute.”
“Or he needs a minute?”
“Maybe.” Hendricks didn’t move from the doorway. I was on my feet, twitchy, bare feet sinking into the soft carpet. I had to do- to say-
“Want to take your minute, then?” I came out with. Fine. It wasn’t my best attempt at provocative, I don’t think I have a best attempt, but it had Hendricks nodding and shedding his jacket.
“I do. Sit back down.”
If John had said that... I’ve had bared my teeth and sharpened my words and made him work for it, but Hendricks. Hendricks had never been interested in getting me to bow my head, and he made it sound like such a good idea, I found myself quieting, sitting back down and watching him, waiting. Hendricks joined me on the sofa and turned toward me, gaze running over my face but careful not to meet my eyes. “You’ve got ink on your nose,” he said eventually. I sighed and scrubbed at it. Of course I did.You’d think an imminent gay threesome would up my cool factor but sadly, no.
Hendricks didn’t look discouraged. He looked... warm. Gently amused. Maybe this was endearing. Maybe barefoot, ink smudged wizards did fall under the heading of ‘cute’. Still, I was almost surprised when Hendricks reached out and brushed a thumb along the line of my jaw, slid his fingers into my hair, and tilted my head ever so slightly to the angle that meant kissing. “Give me my minute then,” he murmured, and I did.
(refreshes several times) apologies; I'm a bit too tired for a more coherent response tonight. Either that or the image of Harry and Hendricks together has fried my remaining brain cells. They are definitely doing a happy dance and not thinking very much at the moment...
Or inspire him to a truly epic thesis, letting him take post-grad classes in counseling and psych-ops, in addition to the philosophy, allowing him to keep his boys in line.
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Filled 6/?
Date: 2011-03-21 11:38 pm (UTC)Apparently that was a difficult question, because for a moment John just stared wildly, until Hendricks started to step back, trying to let go of my hand. But then John hissed out “Yes!” and I tightened my grip.
“Ok. Good. We aren’t in a hurry.” I released them both and stepped out from between them, leaned up against John’s desk and watched them watch one another.
“You don’t look sure,” Hendricks said to him.
“You had good reason not to act. You always have good reasons.”
“Yeah. But I’ve seen you do it now. Be the Gentleman and still l- still be with someone.”
I snorted. “We’ve said the L-word, Hendricks. No-one’s going to erupt in a manly fit of denial if you use it.”
“I don’t know about manly,” Hendricks crossed his arms, and nodded towards an increasingly tense John Marcone. “He looks ready for a fit of hysterics.”
“Yes, thank you,” John said, and then closed his eyes. “This- we need a better venue.”
“And time,” Hendricks checked his watch. “Because we should have been in the car five minutes ago.”
John’s eyes snapped open, and all of a sudden he was collected. “Harry, are you free to stay over tonight? We won’t be back until late.”
“Sure,” I said. “Where at?”
“The Pine Grove apartment. It has the biggest bed.”
Biggest. Bed. Right. That was decisive. “I, ok. Yeah. Uhm. If I get there earlier?”
“The concierge has instructions to let you in. As usual.”
Yeah. I knew that. I knew that. It’s just. I’d arranged a date. For a threesome. I stared at John blankly.
“Are you two taking it in turns to panic?” Hendricks asked.
“It’s efficient,” John answered with a short smile. “Do I need anything?”
“The De Paul figures. They’re in your briefcase already.”
“Of course, thank you.” John picked his case up from beside his desk, and then lent over to drop a kiss on my cheek. “Try and stay out of trouble.”
“Hey!” I protested, but then John was off and out the door before I could point out his profession ran on trouble. Hendricks thumped me companionably on the shoulder before he left, and I just stood there, frowning at the empty doorway.
Right then.
I spent the day being useless, thinking myself around in circles and mauling basic potions until I decided fuck it, I obviously knew I was waiting, I might as well go and wait in comfort. So I packed an overnight bag, shoved in a few unfinished case files so I could at least pretend to be productive, and made my way over to the Pine Grove apartment complex.
And then I mauled paperwork on top of John’s coffetable instead, stopping periodically to run nervous hands through my hair or fiddle with my pen. I was going to look like a scarecrow by the time they turned up. If they turned up. If one of them didn’t say something stupid or have second thoughts or-
By the time the door opened, I was nearly ready to launch myself at the person coming through it, because pinning them to the doorframe and wrapping myself around them was at least something I knew how to do. It was Hendricks. With John’s briefcase. And no John.
“Is he- ”
“Safe. Sudden pressing urge to speak to the concierge. Think he thinks we need a minute.”
“Or he needs a minute?”
“Maybe.” Hendricks didn’t move from the doorway. I was on my feet, twitchy, bare feet sinking into the soft carpet. I had to do- to say-
“Want to take your minute, then?” I came out with. Fine. It wasn’t my best attempt at provocative, I don’t think I have a best attempt, but it had Hendricks nodding and shedding his jacket.
“I do. Sit back down.”
If John had said that... I’ve had bared my teeth and sharpened my words and made him work for it, but Hendricks. Hendricks had never been interested in getting me to bow my head, and he made it sound like such a good idea, I found myself quieting, sitting back down and watching him, waiting. Hendricks joined me on the sofa and turned toward me, gaze running over my face but careful not to meet my eyes. “You’ve got ink on your nose,” he said eventually. I sighed and scrubbed at it. Of course I did.You’d think an imminent gay threesome would up my cool factor but sadly, no.
Hendricks didn’t look discouraged. He looked... warm. Gently amused. Maybe this was endearing. Maybe barefoot, ink smudged wizards did fall under the heading of ‘cute’. Still, I was almost surprised when Hendricks reached out and brushed a thumb along the line of my jaw, slid his fingers into my hair, and tilted my head ever so slightly to the angle that meant kissing. “Give me my minute then,” he murmured, and I did.
Re: Filled 6/?
Date: 2011-03-22 12:06 am (UTC)I think they are definitely going to need more than one minute *grin*
"hows real-time" captcha? *snerk*
Re: Filled 6/?
Date: 2011-03-22 12:07 am (UTC)Re: Filled 6/?
Date: 2011-03-22 02:20 am (UTC)Re: Filled 6/?
Date: 2011-03-22 03:58 am (UTC)OP says, please - may I have some more?
(refreshes several times)
apologies; I'm a bit too tired for a more coherent response tonight. Either that or the image of Harry and Hendricks together has fried my remaining brain cells. They are definitely doing a happy dance and not thinking very much at the moment...
Re: Filled 6/?
Date: 2011-03-22 05:05 am (UTC)Hendricks, this is now your life. How does that make you feel?
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Re: Filled 6/?
Date: 2011-03-22 08:29 pm (UTC)lol I imagined the Outfit's in-house counselor/psychologist asking Hendricks this.
Because being in a threesome with John and Harry might just break the poor guy. Or make him question his choices in life.
Re: Filled 6/?
Date: 2011-03-22 08:32 pm (UTC)What? It could happen.