Pairing/Characters: Nathan/Seth
Warning(s): Um… Seth's presence.
Word Count: 245
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author Notes: I was going for fluff. Don't ask me why - I've just never seen or heard of any fic in which Seth is part of a pairing that doesn't involve some sort of pain, and I took that as a challenge. Set during Dethfam.
Seth, you are a creeper.
Good Idea
Nathan Explosion didn't have brilliant ideas very often, but he figured this had been at least a good one. Anything that was a distraction from the fact that his parents were in Mordhaus had to be a good one… even if it meant ending up lying in bed listening to Seth brag about how, yeah, he'd learned how to do that in prison. That thing with his hips and the thing with his tongue. Yeah. Prison. No big.
To be fair, both of those things had been pretty good.
Nathan stretched, relaxing back onto his pillow with a sated yawn. Good idea. Yeah. And he'd been careful to make Seth sign all that legal crap, up to and including a paternity waver (because neither of them had bothered to actually read anything at the time), which meant that none of what had just happened could come back and bite him in the ass.
Beside him, Seth was sitting up against one of the bedposts smoking a cigarette, legs spread under casually but strategically placed sheets and one foot brushing teasingly against Nathan's thigh every now and then. Still talking. Ugh, didn't this guy ever shut up?
"Hey," Nathan grunted, interrupting him in the middle of… whatever. "Shut up."
Seth took a long drag on his cigarette, then blew smoke towards Nathan's face with a crooked grin. They both watched idly as the smoke got about halfway there and drifted up towards the high, darkened ceiling.