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Hugh couldn't tell exactly how it started. Maybe it happened when he first laid eyes on him at the set of "House"? Or, if he was really honest with himself, the day he first sat down and watched "Dead Poet's Society"? That must have been it, because while he watched the movie all he could do was stare at him, admire the younger man's acting gift and take in every feature of his body, every nuance of his voice. And when the man on the screen had said his words as Shakespear's Puck, Hugh has had goose bumps. And tears in his eyes.

Anyone who sees him with Jo and the kids would say that they are really happy together. That they have a peaceful family, cherish the moments they have together. And they do. Honestly. Hugh loves his wife and the kids. He would never give them up or risk their happiness for anything in the world. Except... yeah, except maybe Robert.

He hates himself for his feelings towards his co-worker and friend. And nobody except him and his former therapist know about any of this. The therapist hadn't really been able to help Hugh out of his emotional dilemma though. And in the end he had felt more alone than ever before.

And then... on a night near the end of a week he spend alone because Jo and the kids were over in GB, Hugh happened to run into Robert outside the trailers. It was dark outside, all the others had already left, heading for a nearby Pub and the after work drink. Hugh had wanted to join them now, but his plans just went down the drain. He knew he would not be in the mood for nice night with his colleagues after a conversation with the untouchable.

At first the talk had been casual. Robert told Hugh about his planned vacation with his what's-her-name girlfriend, and the older man had even been able to nod and say "yes, right" at the right moments. But than Robert had put his hand around his shoulders and tried to take him along to the Pub. He had done this a thousand times when he had felt that Hugh could use a night out in company, and Hugh had always been able to control himself. Tonight he couldn't.

Even before they reached the cars, he had stopped and turned to face the man next to him. He had used his hands to stroke the man's face, simply because it felt good as hell and because it was too dark to see him clearly. even at this not existing distance. And then his mouth had done what he had dreaded and hoped for at the same time for so long. His mouth found Robert's. His Lips pressed themselves against the other's with all the passion they had, with all the longing that had build up during the last years of working together and seeing the other man on a daily basis. His tongue even tried to find a way inside, to intensify what this moment made him feel. But Robert's lips did not part. Not an inch.
Instead Hugh felt a punsh against his cheek.

And all that was left was pain, not only of physical nature. And footsteps that faded
away into the darkness. And lies he had
to tell to his make up artist and Jo.

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