"Here I am," Mac agreed, perched on the countertop of one of the nurses' stations. "Go and hide, go on." His innocent expression was belied by the cup of jelly he held, half-eaten with the spoon still in. Red flavour, Guy thought. That complete and utter ginger tosspot of a surgeon.
"Right," said Guy. "Come down from there, you perching ponce. Once again you have impugned my honor and now we must duel."
"Sorry?" said Mac, lifting another spoonful of jelly to his lips, which were stained pink. "I thought we were in a hospital, not a medieval schoolyard. I've done what?"
"Impugned my honor," Guy repeated. "Get down and fight like a man. Except you're not one, you're a girl, with your devious tactics."
"There are times," said Mac, not setting the jelly down, "when you are utterly, utterly incomprehensible, Secretan. Don't you have some anesthetizing to do?"
"That's it," said Guy, and lunged. He grabbed for the jelly and only succeeded in knocking the cup out of Mac's hand and splattering the rest of the jelly all over Mac's face. "Oh, fuck it," he muttered, and continued the lunge, licking the jelly off Mac's chin and cheeks.
"What the fuck...?" Mac started, but Guy shut him up with a deep kiss, licking at Mac's lips and teeth, tasting jelly everywhere. To his surprise, Mac started kissing back, and Guy took Mac's face in his hands to hold him still. Damned if Mac wasn't delicious even under the taste of the jelly, and Guy didn't even mind when Mac hooked one calf around the Guy's hips and pulled him closer. He could feel the beginnings of some very pleasant sensations stirring below his belt, and where he was pressed into the juncture of Mac's legs, it was clear that Mac was equally pleased with the situation.
"Well," said Guy, breathing roughly. "That's settled."
"Is it?" said Mac. "I think it merits some more discussion, somewhere less populated and more horizontal."
"Are you going to stop taking all the fucking jelly?" Guy demanded, his hand running up and down Mac's thigh without any real thought on his part.
"I think we can come to some kind of compromise," Mac murmured, and Guy licked a last spot of jelly off his cheek. The day was looking promising.
Some Kind of Compromise, Green Wing, Mac/Guy, jelly, 15
"Here I am," Mac agreed, perched on the countertop of one of the nurses' stations. "Go and hide, go on." His innocent expression was belied by the cup of jelly he held, half-eaten with the spoon still in. Red flavour, Guy thought. That complete and utter ginger tosspot of a surgeon.
"Right," said Guy. "Come down from there, you perching ponce. Once again you have impugned my honor and now we must duel."
"Sorry?" said Mac, lifting another spoonful of jelly to his lips, which were stained pink. "I thought we were in a hospital, not a medieval schoolyard. I've done what?"
"Impugned my honor," Guy repeated. "Get down and fight like a man. Except you're not one, you're a girl, with your devious tactics."
"There are times," said Mac, not setting the jelly down, "when you are utterly, utterly incomprehensible, Secretan. Don't you have some anesthetizing to do?"
"That's it," said Guy, and lunged. He grabbed for the jelly and only succeeded in knocking the cup out of Mac's hand and splattering the rest of the jelly all over Mac's face. "Oh, fuck it," he muttered, and continued the lunge, licking the jelly off Mac's chin and cheeks.
"What the fuck...?" Mac started, but Guy shut him up with a deep kiss, licking at Mac's lips and teeth, tasting jelly everywhere. To his surprise, Mac started kissing back, and Guy took Mac's face in his hands to hold him still. Damned if Mac wasn't delicious even under the taste of the jelly, and Guy didn't even mind when Mac hooked one calf around the Guy's hips and pulled him closer. He could feel the beginnings of some very pleasant sensations stirring below his belt, and where he was pressed into the juncture of Mac's legs, it was clear that Mac was equally pleased with the situation.
"Well," said Guy, breathing roughly. "That's settled."
"Is it?" said Mac. "I think it merits some more discussion, somewhere less populated and more horizontal."
"Are you going to stop taking all the fucking jelly?" Guy demanded, his hand running up and down Mac's thigh without any real thought on his part.
"I think we can come to some kind of compromise," Mac murmured, and Guy licked a last spot of jelly off his cheek. The day was looking promising.