doctormicah (doctormicah) wrote in the_dome, @ 2013-06-12 23:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | 04-01-2017, micah, micah and nic, nic |
Maybe it was too much
Who: Nic and Micah
Where: The festival
When: Evening
While Nic was glad Micah had been the one to win him at the auction, he wasn’t sure what to make of the fact that no one else bid on him. Did that mean they all thought he was gay? Or that they assumed they were together? Or would they just assume Micah was gay? And did it even matter? He kept telling himself that it didn’t, that the person who won him was the he wanted to be with and screw the rest. He supposed he’d have to deal with whatever other people thought later. Right now, the only person who’s opinion really mattered was Micah’s. Coming down off the stage, Nic smiled at him, trying to push his nerves aside. He’d been looking forward to seeing him again since he left Micah’s house that morning. Now that he had him in front of him, he was all butterflies in the stomach again.
Micah was anxious, not sure how Nic would take to being bid on, and hoping that smile was real. He moved closer, finding his own smile. “I didn’t like the idea of someone else...” he started by way of apology. “Probably not what you wanted...huh?”
“It is,” Nic said, almost cutting him off. “I would have been disappointed if you hadn’t. I’m just... dealing with people knowing for the first time.” The only ones who’d really known were Zania and Skylar. Not even his cousin knew. Now the whole town could probably guess. “Don’t give me a chance to freak out because I really am happy.”
Micah nodded away from the stage and started that way, chewing at his lower lip. “Technically they don’t know anything,” he tried. And people knew about him. Those who didn’t would have figured it out eventually. “Do you want to freak out?”
“True. They just know that a very handsome man bid on me and won.” And that was nothing to be ashamed of. He wasn’t sure if the girls were jealous of Micah or jealous of him. “No,” Nic said, following Micah, walking beside him. “It’s just an instinct, I think. I’m always scared of being judged. I think I’ll feel better when I’m farther away from the stage,” he smiled.
Nic really didn’t need to call him handsome, but it certainly helped, even if Micah’s hand went to cover his scar under the guise of rubbing his cheek. “Let me pay and then we can go wherever you want?” he asked. Doctor Micah would have just made a decision, but he found himself asking, just to make sure it was okay.
The gesture didn’t go unnoticed, even if Nic didn’t know what to say about it. It was something he’d watch for in the future. They all had scars, every one of them, and it was nothing Micah should be self-concious about. It definitely didn’t detract from his good looks in Nic’s book. “Sure,” he smiled. “Any thoughts on where that should be?”
“Up to you?” Micah offered before taking a few steps away to pay his bill. It didn’t take long, especially with a former patient taking the money and then he was jogging back to Nic holding out two tickets. “I guess these are ours? For later or whatever.”
While Micah stepped away, Nic tried to think where they should go or what they should do. He preferred they go back to his place, but he also thought that if they did that, then they wouldn’t do much talking and he really did want to get to know Micah better. “Great,” he smiled when Micah returned. “I’m curious what kind of movies they’ll show. Do you have a favorite?”
“I might, but I’m not telling you,” Micah said shaking his head enough for his hair to fall in his eyes. There hadn’t been much time for that in med school or college really, which meant it was old and something he’d seen when he was younger. “What about you?”
“Why won’t you tell me?” Nic laughed. In his opinion, that wasn’t a suitable answer, no matter what the movie was, and it was going to make him even more curious. “Probably The Usual Suspects. Have you seen it?” And if he hadn’t, what would it take for Nic to get his hands on it... plus something to watch it on.
Micah shook his head. “No, you will never look at me the same again.” He started walking, not sure where he was going, but tucked his hands into his pockets while he went. “Kevin Spacey right?” he asked about Nic’s favorite.
“Unless it’s porn, you’re wrong,” Nic teased. What could possibly be that bad and still be Micah’s favorite? “Yeah, Kevin Spacey. It’s one of those movies that you watch the first time and then you watch the second and it feels like a whole different movie because you know the twist.”
“It’s probably more embarrassing than porn, or like good porn. If it was College Coeds Ten, then you could judge me for porn.” Micah was surprised at his own mouth, but smiled through it even if he did nervously rub at the back of his neck. “I always liked movies like that, but didn’t have the time for them.”
“See, then I’d have to ask questions because I’m pretty sure College Coeds isn’t to your taste,” Nic smirked. It could have come in different flavors, but if that was the case, then he didn’t know. “What about earlier then? Something like Jurassic Park or E.T.? There are plenty of movies that came out before you went to med school.”
“I could like it for the acting!” Micah protested, but Nic was very right. It wasn’t his taste at all. Rolling his eyes, he let out a sigh and shook his head. “You really are going to get this out of me aren’t you? Fine.” He made a face then looked away, hand going over his scar again. “To Kill A Mockingbird.”
“What’s wrong with that?” Nic asked. “It’s a good movie, and a good book. One of the few books I enjoyed in high school, in fact.” He remembered watching the movie in class, after the test. It wasn’t something he would have rented, but it was good. “You really haven’t seen any movies recently, have you?”
“Same here. And I’ve seen movies since they were in color, yes.” Micah made a face and tucked his hands in his back pockets. He wanted to touch Nic, but wasn’t sure what was too much so he kept his hands to himself. “I just really liked it. Kept going back to it.”
“Well, you’re always telling me how much older you are than me, so I wasn’t sure,” Nic teased. Three years, or was it two, was nothing. “We’ll have to make good use of those tickets then,” he smiled. “You’ll break away from work to see movies with me, right? If there really is an emergency, you can ride with me in the truck.”
“I am older than you,” Micah agreed, looking over at Nic before biting at his lower lip. “You...do want that?” To be seen out and about with Micah or really just to be around Micah again. He was still getting his head around that.
“Not by enough to matter,” Nic also agreed, but then slowed his steps as he sensed Micah’s hesitation. “Yes,” he said, then reached out for Micah’s hand, his fingers brushing his arm. “What’s the point in seeing you if I can’t occasionally been seen with you?” he asked, then paused. “I am seeing you... right?”
Micah fought the urge to pull away from the touch. It wasn’t that he didn’t want it, he did, but he was feeling shy and out of sorts. “Honestly, I am not sure. I didn’t ask and I have no idea what you want and I probably should have found that out before bidding on you.”
That shut Nic up. He drew his hand away, no longer sure it was even wanted. He couldn’t tell if Micah was happy with his decision or if he was regretting it. Nic had done his best to reassure him, but how he wondered if he was just trying to reassure himself. “Have I... not been... clear?” Nic asked. “I don’t know how else to tell you I like you.”
Micah shook his head. “No, it’s not...last night was clear, really clear, but this morning you left and I...I couldn’t remember if I’d asked if I was going to see you again.” He ran his hand over his face and let out a sign. “We didn’t talk about it. We just went for it and I’m left trying to figure out just what the hell is going on and I’m scared you weren’t ready for that and I did something stupid.” He waved his hand back towards the auction tent.
To Nic they were two very separate things, what he could handle the public knowing and what he wanted with Micah. He didn’t really see why they should care, but he knew they would, because people had more time to gossip on their hands than anything else. Still, Nic thought he’s been clear without saying as much, and it sounded like they needed to say it aloud. “I left because I had to go to work. And you had to go to work,” Nic reminded him. “I want to see you again. Date you, go out with you, whatever it’s called now. That all sounds so cheesy, but I... I like you. A lot. I don’t think I would’ve had the nerve to show up last night if I didn’t.”
Micah was starting to feel like an idiot, rubbing at the back of his neck awkwardly and wishing himself somewhere else. Nic was saying what he wanted to hear, but that didn’t make it any easier. “I don’t think you give yourself enough credit,” he said, not quite meeting Nic’s eyes. “But I want that too. Or just to be around you again, whatever the context.”
Nic thought Micah gave him too much credit, but he wasn’t going to argue with him on it. “Then let’s go from there, if that’s both what we want,” Nic said, hoping he was okay with that. “I don’t need a label, but I’m also not interested in seeing anyone else at the moment, just so you know.”
Micah dared to drift a step closer to Nic. “I don’t have time for anyone else,” he said, half teasing, but mostly serious. “I wasn’t really expecting a label. I just wasn’t sure if things were okay...after.”
“After... the auction? Or after last night?” Nic said with a little smirk. “There is absolutely no reason anything would be wrong after last night. And I already told you about the auction, so we’re cool.” He didn’t know how to reassure Micah when it came to his own feelings of discomfort. They had nothing to do with Micah. Nic wanted to be with him, even if it meant he had to get used to people looking at him differently. And they would, no matter what anyone said.
Micah blushed and shook his head. “Both.” His fingers reached out and caught the edge of Nic’s shirt, guiding him closer. “Which begs the next question...where to now?”
Why was it such little things got his heart beating? Nic smiled, moving closer, perhaps a little closer than necessary. One of his fingers hooked in Micah’s belt loop, pulling him up against him. “Dinner maybe? I could use a beer.”
That was the best part, Nic just wanting to be close despite it being in the middle of the park. Micah nodded. “Dinner and a beer sounds great.” Especially if it led to something else, because with Nic pressed close against him? All he could think about was more.
Micah wasn’t the only one thinking about something more, but Nic wanted to get to know him better when he had the chance. Plus, he was hungry. “Let’s go then,” Nic said, releasing him to walk beside him, not holding hands, but allowing his hand to brush Micah’s every so often.