Damned Elephant In The Room
prompt – Nubbins (episode)
"Why me?" Will moaned. He was naked, standing in the shower. The water was as cold as he could make it, but it wasn't helping to cool his body down. Will was still horny as hell.
The way Magnus smiled at him as they talked by the fire. She flirted with him shamelessly, and he'd been flirty right back at her. If he closed his eyes, he could still see her smug smile. She was so confident in her sexuality, so comfortable in her own skin. The sexiness transcended the perfectly pressed outfit of the day, or the length of the skirt and height of the shoes. Magnus was sex. The living embodiment of an act that everyone needed. Nobody could deny biological urges forever. How did anyone deny Magnus?
His cock jumped against his belly and his balls were heavy, too heavy. Will needed to come like his life depended on it. Normally, he would just jerk off, but at the rate he was going, he'd be blind in the next month if he jerked off every time Magnus made him hard.
Why did Magnus do this to him? And more importantly, how did any man work with this gorgeous, magnetic woman and not fall at her stiletto clad feet begging for anything she'd give him? That was the question his brain screamed as he took his cock into his hand and brought himself off.
The situation with the Nubbins only made it worse. So damn much worse.
Will left the shower after washing his come off his cock and hand. He towel was waiting for him, but as he wrapped the soft fabric around his hips, he could feel his cock starting to grow again.
Shit.
With a growl of frustration, Will threw on a clean t-shirt and sweatpants and left his room. He wandered to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of milk, passing one or two abnormals on the way and barely acknowledging them. He would make it up to them in the morning. Tonight, he wasn't in the mood for chit chat or company. Unless that company was Helen Magnus and she was naked under him.
Oh God.
Did he just allow himself to think that? His swollen cock confirmed it.
His head dropped to the table with a painful thunk.
"There are treatments for insomnia, Will. Knocking yourself unconscious isn't one I'd recommend."
Magnus went from the cupboard to the refrigerator and poured herself a small glass of apple juice. She took the glass and sat down beside him at the large farm table. He could smell her, lilac soap and shampoo from a very recent shower. The ends of her hair were still damp.
Will had the urge to run away from her, hop into his bed and pull the covers over his head. Except that she'd still be there when he got up, and he'd still have a hard on every time she said certain words in that amazing, puzzling accent or when he'd hear the echo of her heels down a corridor outside a room he was in. Doomed. He was so doomed.
"Something troubling you, Will?"
Don't use that concerned tone, please? His brain begged. Did he lie? Did he tell her the truth? What would she say if he told her about the effect she had on him? Would she laugh it off? Or blame the Nubbins? They'd captured all of them. Will took a deep breath and asked, "Do you think we could find the Nubbins a home in someone else's Sanctuary?"
Helen laughed, "That bad is it?"
Will chose honesty, in the end. "I think I've used all the cold water in two states this month, and my hand is tired." He hazarded a glance at Magnus.
Her head was tipped to the side, like she was listening to a voice he couldn't hear. All she said was, 'ah' in she infuriatingly unhelpful way. It made Will nuts; he needed to know what 'ah' meant. He sighed, "Okay. I'm just going to say it. The damn elephant in the room is killing me here. How do men work with you day after day and not go crazy from wanting to have sex with you?" Then, his cheeks flamed with embarrassment and he wanted the kitchen floor to swallow him whole.
"You've been handling the attraction fairly well, I didn't realize you were such having problems with working close to me."
"Not turning out to be such a worthy protege, now, am I?"
Magnus' eyes widened, "Really, Will. You are being entirely too hard on yourself." She covered his hand with hers. "This is a common problem and has a simple solution."
"Find another protege?"
Magnus gripped his hand and brought it to her lips. "Have sex with me. That almost always kills the infatuation of my proteges." She laughed at the expressions that crossed his face. Confusion. Surprise. Confusion. Awe. Confusion. Shock. Confusion. Lust. "I'm not kidding, Will. You asked and I'm telling you. Once a man has bedded me, his fantasy of me is shattered, and we can get on with the work. If I'd known you were having this much trouble I would have seduced you months ago."
Will groaned.
"Shall we turn in? Or do I need to let the Nubbins escape again?"
"You're evil!"
Magnus laughed. "I never claimed I wasn't."