A/N: Very important! If slash makes you uncomfortable, I highly
suggest you leave now. On that same note, I have no intentions of making
this a smutty story. Any romantic trysts will be in good taste and crucial
to the plot to keep the story moving in the intended direction. Thanks!
"I'm sorry sorry, for making your life a living hell. But that wasn't me,
that was alter ego." ~Rooney ('Sorry Sorry')
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Once Jean had left the room, the tension ran even higher. Lance sat on the very edge of the bed, quietly thinking to himself. Scott apprehensively cracked his knuckles. A knot had formed itself in the pit of his stomach and seemed to grow tighter with each passing moment. Once again, Lance scratched the back of his neck, this time he turned to face Scott though.
"Okay, here's what we're going to do first. To ughh, determine where exactly those headaches of yours are located."
Scott nodded as he swallowed hard, seeing Lance's hands move towards his head. He placed his hands on top of Scott's head, fumbling around trying to get some sort of reaction. Although he would never admit it, Lance had no idea what he was doing, nor how he would be able to help Scott.
"Right there! My temples, that's where most of the pain is!"
Lance brought his left hand
to Scott's temple, applying a small amount of pressure. Scott knew he
was supposed to feel some sense of strain, but was too busy thinking
of the odd fluttering sensation going on in his stomach. He closed his
eyes and sighed, he never knew that Lance's rough looking hands would
feel so divine against his own skin. "Uhhh, Shades? You okay? This is kind of weirding me out you know, the whole no talking business. It's too churchy man."
Lance had removed his hand from Scott's head and had shoved them both deep into his pockets. Scott nodded as he adjusted his glasses.
"Yeah no kidding Alvers. Listen, I want to thank you. I think I need some rest though if that's okay with you." Lance had already jumped on the opportunity and was halfway to the door before Scott had finished. "Could you maybe come back tomorrow afternoon to help?"
Lance nodded and hurriedly walked out the door. Scott let himself fall back onto the bed. The odd trembling sensation still remained. What in the world had made him feel that way? Plenty of times he had had a nervous butterfly like feeling, but this was on a whole new plane. His mind kept flickering back to images of Lance sitting beside him on the bed. His large warm hands caressing.
"Jesus Scott, snap out of it! Rocky didn't caress anything. Get over it already."
He focused his thoughts on Jean, and how much she wanted to help him. Her tall slender body, and her long crimson hair, she was quite a catch. Lance would never date her though. Lance preferred being the alpha male in a relationship, the one who made the decisions. The dominating one, Jean would never go for that, she was too leadership minded to. That's why Kitty seemed to catch Lance's attention. He knew that Kitty wasn't the only submissive one; he too liked being the passive one in a relationship.
For the first time in nights, sleep wasn't eluded by sinister headaches. Scott drifted into slumber quickly while thinking of ways to get closer to Lance. His dreams were of a tall rugged boy enjoying himself, rather than horrific beach nightmares. Scott's view on everything was rapidly spinning out of proportion.
A/N: Short chapter, I know. Okay, more to come soon (hopefully). I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter, reviews and constructive criticism are much welcome! Hell even flame me if you feel so inclined, but make sure you know what the hell you're talking about if you do. Thanks!
Once Jean had left the room, the tension ran even higher. Lance sat on the very edge of the bed, quietly thinking to himself. Scott apprehensively cracked his knuckles. A knot had formed itself in the pit of his stomach and seemed to grow tighter with each passing moment. Once again, Lance scratched the back of his neck, this time he turned to face Scott though.
"Okay, here's what we're going to do first. To ughh, determine where exactly those headaches of yours are located."
Scott nodded as he swallowed hard, seeing Lance's hands move towards his head. He placed his hands on top of Scott's head, fumbling around trying to get some sort of reaction. Although he would never admit it, Lance had no idea what he was doing, nor how he would be able to help Scott.
"Right there! My temples, that's where most of the pain is!"
Lance brought his left hand
to Scott's temple, applying a small amount of pressure. Scott knew he
was supposed to feel some sense of strain, but was too busy thinking
of the odd fluttering sensation going on in his stomach. He closed his
eyes and sighed, he never knew that Lance's rough looking hands would
feel so divine against his own skin. "Uhhh, Shades? You okay? This is kind of weirding me out you know, the whole no talking business. It's too churchy man."
Lance had removed his hand from Scott's head and had shoved them both deep into his pockets. Scott nodded as he adjusted his glasses.
"Yeah no kidding Alvers. Listen, I want to thank you. I think I need some rest though if that's okay with you." Lance had already jumped on the opportunity and was halfway to the door before Scott had finished. "Could you maybe come back tomorrow afternoon to help?"
Lance nodded and hurriedly walked out the door. Scott let himself fall back onto the bed. The odd trembling sensation still remained. What in the world had made him feel that way? Plenty of times he had had a nervous butterfly like feeling, but this was on a whole new plane. His mind kept flickering back to images of Lance sitting beside him on the bed. His large warm hands caressing.
"Jesus Scott, snap out of it! Rocky didn't caress anything. Get over it already."
He focused his thoughts on Jean, and how much she wanted to help him. Her tall slender body, and her long crimson hair, she was quite a catch. Lance would never date her though. Lance preferred being the alpha male in a relationship, the one who made the decisions. The dominating one, Jean would never go for that, she was too leadership minded to. That's why Kitty seemed to catch Lance's attention. He knew that Kitty wasn't the only submissive one; he too liked being the passive one in a relationship.
For the first time in nights, sleep wasn't eluded by sinister headaches. Scott drifted into slumber quickly while thinking of ways to get closer to Lance. His dreams were of a tall rugged boy enjoying himself, rather than horrific beach nightmares. Scott's view on everything was rapidly spinning out of proportion.
A/N: Short chapter, I know. Okay, more to come soon (hopefully). I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter, reviews and constructive criticism are much welcome! Hell even flame me if you feel so inclined, but make sure you know what the hell you're talking about if you do. Thanks!