Highlander: Love Hurts
Disclaimer: No, nothing belongs to me.
Note 1: This story is based upon Southern Chickies great one-shot "The deflowered cub scout" on I highly recommend you all to read it, not only to understand my story better, but also because it's simply awesome!!
Note 2: This story is rated M for a reason folks, there will be sexual content, between two guys on top. If you don't like this, leave right now, but don't flame me afterwards, for you have been warned!
Note 3: English isn't my mother-tongue, so please no flames for grammar and spelling mistakes either, o.k.? And now, enough talk, on with the story!
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To say Richie was confused would have been the understatement of the year.
He felt more like going crazy. Part of his mind was searching for the reason of Methos sudden departure, part was looking in the mirror and wondering that there were no visible traces of what had happened and a very huge part was simply amazed that he just had sex with someone.
There was no way for him to find sleep right now, despite his long day and the previous exhausting activities.
He consulted his watch: 3. 50 a.m. A quick glance outside his window, yes, there was his dutiful watcher, ready to note down every abnormality in his daily routine.
No chance for him to sneak out to the dojo and do some kata´s to get his thoughts away from the old man without being seen. And then Joe would get to know about it, and most likely Mac, too, and what was he supposed to tell them when they asked why he was acting so strange all of a sudden? Those two knew him too well to be deceived and would get the truth out of him in no time.
He sighed; trouble between Mac and Methos was the least he wanted.
So he settled for Tessa's old trick for occupying her thoughts while Mac was out fighting a challenge: cleaning. Richie scrubbed his floors, did his old dishes – breaking two plates in the process because of his lack of concentration – and everything else not to think of a certain old bastard.
By the time of dawn his little two-room apartment was cleaner than it had been ever before and Richie outworn enough to fall asleep while still standing.
One last thing he needed to do before taking a quick shower and finally hitting the sack was to change the sheets, then he could forget about the whole thing and pretend it never happened.
At least, that was his plan, but it failed miserably the very moment he approached the bed. The musky smell of sweat and sex was still present and reminded him relentlessly of what had transpired.
He stripped the bedding as fast as possible in his tired state, threw it in the farthest corner and hurried to get under the shower.
But no amount of water could wash away the new awakened pictures in his mind; Methos smile, the glint in his eyes, his gentle touch…
Before Richie knew it his soap-slippery hands had found their way to his already awakened member and started stroking the swollen flesh.
He leaned backwards onto the water-warmed tiles and allowed himself to remember the hands that had wandered all over his body, the sucking on his glans and that sensational kiss where Methos whole body had been pressed against him. He came in no time, hard, shuddering, and almost collapsing on the shower base.
"So much about forgetting it" he murmured to himself.
'Damn Richie' he cursed himself during towelling down, 'o.k. you just had sex for the first time and yes, it was awesome, but now get a grip! There are plenty of other fish in the sea.'
He suddenly became aware of the shocking truth that he never had a real girlfriend, despite the fact that he was in his late twenties.
'No wonder the watchers get strange ideas about me and Mac!'
So far, he simply had bad luck with the ladies; either they had turned out to be psychopathic, or he was forced to relocate, or simply had died before things could get serious.
Not to mention the little fact that it's a bit complicated to get to know someone and build up a relationship when you have to hide your Immortality. Like, for example, how would one go to club and pass the doorman with a sword hidden in your jacket?
And after his encounter with Kristin all his romantic ambitions had vanished into thin air anyway. Being forced to jump out of the tenth floor on a date to safe your head would do that to anyone. He had silently vowed to himself never ever to meet an Immortal again without having his sword with him, not even when it's a date or on holy ground.
'Mac would call me paranoid' he mused sleepy while he crawled under his covers, 'but Methos would call it wise' was his last thought before drifting into nothingness.
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Around noon Richie was rudely awakened by a shrill ringing. His first sleepy reaction was to fumble around for his alarm clock, but then he realised that it was the telephone which was making that awful noise. With a groan he rose from his bed, waddled over to the damned thing and picked it up, muttering a barely understandable "Richards."
"Richie, is that you?" It was Mac.
"Uh, yeah, hy Mac, what's up? And how is Joe?"
"Oh, we're both fine, but you can see yourself soon because we're going aboard in a minute. That's why I'm calling; I wanted to ask if you can pick us up at the airport this evening."
"Sure thing, just tell me when." Richie noted down time and gate, told Mac goodbye and put down the phone.
Still only half awake he went to the kitchen to make himself a good, strong coffee. Then he busied himself with his homework before his traitorous mind had a chance to replay a certain event once more, like it had done non-stop while he was sleeping.
Yes, his homework. A few months ago Richie had started with night school to finish High School, like Tessa always had secretly wished.
Ever since he was spending three evenings a week at the community building and was surprised that he actually liked learning, now that there weren't abusive foster parents or stupid bullies to put him off.
He only had to lie a bit when his older looking fellow pupils asked why he didn't went to a normal High School with people his age. But he explained to them that he was an Orphan and simply had to work during the day for his living, and eventually they accepted the 'kid' that looked half the age as the rest of them.
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This evening, as Richie was waiting for Joe and Mac at the airport, he tried to understand why he wasn't that happy to see his former teacher.
A few days ago he still had been complaining that life without the two was quite boring, and now he was almost peeved about their return.
No, not about Joe's, just Mac's…Richie froze as realization hit him in form of some words, echoing in the back of his mind 'Maybe next time Mac leaves you unattended for a weekend, I'll be back.'
With Mac around, there was no way Methos would so much as look at him, let alone accompany him home once more. 'God, am I that keen on to be fucked again by that old, annoying bastard?!' Richie scolded himself, but deep inside he knew the answer.
Any further musings were prevented by Joe's and Mac's arrival, exchanging friendly greetings and latest gossip they made their way to Joe's bar to drink something to mark the occasion.
But in the days to come, Richie often pondered about Methos and their joint night, even after it became apparent that the old man has again vanished into thin air again, however, the question why he had taken Methos with him that night never crossed his mind.
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So, this was the first chapter of my first Highlander-Fic ever…please, tell me what you think and write a review!!
