Pairing: Nathan/Charles
Words: 350
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Part Ten
Someone was coming.
Charles forced himself not to react, but on the inside he was panicking. (He hated panicking.) What if they were caught? What if he was caught, flushed and trembling against one of his employers, lips parted wantonly, part of him willing to take anything, offer anything… What if Nathan was caught gratifying his lawyer's guilty pleasures?
The spike of adrenaline from just thinking about it gave him the strength to push Nathan away, but not to enjoy doing so. Without the singer's body heat so close, the air was unpleasantly cold. (He made a mental note to look into turning the heat in the corridors up a little bit, later.)
He bolted, feeling like a coward.
It was only after he'd turned a corner that he regained the presence of mind to fix his tie, fingers shaking over the red silk as he knotted it. What was it inside him that refused to be still when he told it to? Something he thought he'd put to rest a long time ago, something far stronger than his will, that Nathan Explosion had woken up… Surely not on purpose. Charles honestly couldn't understand why anyone would do something this terrible to a person on purpose. He couldn't even… couldn't…
Did it have to have been Nathan? That's what he really wanted to ask himself, but didn't know how to answer. Could it have been anyone who cared, even a little, to see what he was beyond his professional exterior, or was it the man himself that was doing this to him?
He ran his fingers through his hair, combing it into some semblance of normal as best he could while walking to his office. His lips, he knew, gave him away. And what would have happened if they hadn't been interrupted?
No, don't even think about that. It was irrelevant now.
Regardless of how he might have acted, what he had done surely had been taken as a "stop," and regardless of what the stirring inside of him seemed to want he would just have to live with that.