Pairing: Nathan/Charles
Words: 355
Disclaimer: I own nothing.

The month of March is Nathan/Charles Month, so I'll be updating this on a more or less daily basis. Or, you know, unless I forget. I'll be keeping a steady pace over on livejournal, but I sometimes forget about ffn.

Part One

Nathan did it knowing that if Charles told him to stop, he would. Charles was the only person who could tell him no anymore.

But, one hand braced against the wall, other hand on Charles' chest, pinning him there, Charles said nothing. The smaller man just stared at him, head tilted back slightly to make eye contact with a flat, dispassionate gaze, as if to say, 'Whatever it is you think you're doing, it had better be worth my time.'

Okay, Charles would probably never say that, but that was what he looked like.

Every detail of the man confronted Nathan and he didn't know what to do. Well-fitted suit, expensive and exactly identical to the one Charles had worn yesterday, and the day before, and the day before… Red tie, the end of it hidden, but Nathan could see flashes of it under his hand, beneath the fingers splayed not far above the top button of the suit jacket. Glasses. Heavy frames. That scar, the one that Charles tried so hard to hide… for what, business reasons? He wasn't allowed to look as badass as Nathan knew he was?

Nathan stepped closer, knee brushing against Charles' leg. Leaned in, taking advantage of the tilt of his head. Slowly. Expecting to be told to stop.

It all would have been a lot less confusing if Charles had told him to stop.

Slowly, inevitably, Nathan kissed him. Light press of the lips, and to no protest or reaction. The look Charles was giving him (now at much closer range) was still calm, unflappable, unsurprised. He didn't say stop so Nathan kissed him again.

Fuck, what the hell was he doing – besides demanding something that Charles' lips weren't nearly parted enough to give. This was their lawyer, their manager, their CFO. Nathan and the other guys regularly treated him like shit, throwing tantrums and automatically expecting the guy in the suit to step in and fix anything on command. He was their fucking babysitter and probably knew more about all of them than he wanted to.

Not sure what else to do, Nathan just kept kissing him.