Do You Have Something Against the Laundry Room? Who: Nic and Micah Where: The Hospital When: Noon Warnings: NSFW
While a storm was beginning to rage outside, Nic found himself at the hospital, glad he hadn’t received any calls to take him back out into the rain. He’d brought a kid in for a broken arm, but Dr. Bloom was taking care of him now, which left Nic at the window, watching the rain come down. Before he’d come to the dome, when things had been normal, he’d been required to return to the station, but things were a lot more lax these days. He might as well hang out at the hospital until the rain died down.
It wasn’t just the rain that held him to the hospital, so it wasn’t long before he began to wander, looking for Micah. In a town of a thousand, there weren’t near as many emergencies as there used to be and he was hoping Micah might have some time to get a cup of coffee with him. He just had to find the man. Micah was keeping himself busy despite the slower day at the hospital. With the rain, the freak storm almost, he was on guard thinking they might need more help. While things like laundry and sorting through supplies wouldn't have been in his job description, there were only so many of them at the hospital. If they had a rush because people weren’t used to uncomfortable weather, he could be prepared.
Nic smiled when he finally found Micah, the green scrubs marking him as a doctor. Was it stupid that he found them sexy? He thought it was probably the man in them, rather than the scrubs themselves. "Afternoon, Doctor," Nic said as he approached him. "Everytime I find you, you seem to be in the laundry room. Do you need any help?" If he wasn't operating on someone, then Nic was pretty sure he could handle it, especially if it was just folding bedsheets.
Micah glanced up at the voice, grinning a little. “I seem to be more useful here than anywhere else. I think the nurses got tired of me messing up their systems with the filing.” He nodded at the offer waving Nic closer. He was more comfortable within the confines of his hospital and happy to see the younger man. “Of course you can.”
"Do you have doctor's handwriting?" Nic asked as he picked up a sheet and began folding. He was helping out, which was generally encouraged by the station, even if the work was elsewhere. And he got to spend time with Micah. It was a win-win in Nic's book. "I wouldn't know where to start with filing charts, but I'd like to think I could read them, so long as the handwriting isn't all that bad. Not that you need to read charts to file them." And probably shouldn't, in fact, but he wasn't really thinking straight when Micah around.
“It’s med school handwriting. No sleep, ten thousand pages of notes a day, your handwriting is shit and you learn to read it so why be better?” Micah said. “But yes. It’s barely legible.” He smiled more, reaching for the end of Nic’s sheet to help. “And it wasn’t just that. It was more trying to re-order things and then I was banished.”
"I always wondered how doctor's learned to write like that. Didn't consider it to be an effect of the schooling," Nic grinned, then clicked his tongue and shook his head. "You should've known better than to mess with their system. That'd be like you coming into my truck and wanting to move things around so you can find them better. I know where they are and that's what matters."
“But it could be better!” Micah said, hooking his fingers on the end of the sheet and bringing it up to Nic’s chest, following it much closer than he needed to. “I was just trying to help.”
"Doubtful," Nic grinned, more referring to the arrangement of the items in the ambulance than the nurse's filing system. When Micah took the tail end of the sheet all the way up to Nic's chest, he found his heart beating faster just from his proximity. "Help with the filing? Or the folding?" he asked, taking hold of the end, then grabbing Micah's shirt and pulling him a bit closer. "I'd forgive you, but then I think I'm a pushover where you're involved."
“Filing. I was banished to folding. They like my consistency in here. Let the OCD doctor keep the laundry room in order.” When Nic pulled him closer, the confidence didn’t falter, his smile just shifted to something slyer. “A pushover? Is that what this is?” He was teasing, easily, just like when he’d given Nic his key.
"Not even close," Nic answered, his voice a touch softer. "Just a piece if the whole." He couldn't say exactly what he felt for Micah, but he knew the man could give him those butterflies like few others could. Right now he was doing an expert job, even if Nic had started it. "So tell me about this OCD doctor. I don't think I've seen that part of you yet."
Micah grinned more, laughter in his eyes. “He’s about to fire you from bed sheet folding. You only seem to be good at messing them up,” he teased. He was watching Nic’s mouth, studying the way it was and considering kissing him, but also enjoying the tease.
"Well, it's more fun to mess them up," Nic grinned, enjoying this side of Micah. Apparently he was in a playful mood. It was so different than he'd been the night before. "Where are you going to banish me to?" he asked, raising a brow.
“I don’t know,” Micah said, looking like he was thinking about it. “I’m still deciding. Something that involves messing up sheets probably.” That was fun, especially with Nic so close.
Nic chuckled, setting the sloppily folded sheets aside. He could generally do a good job at such a task, but Micah was distracting him. "I'd hate to destroy all your hard work," he smirked, picking up another sheet that needed to be folded. He was standing closer to Micah than necessary, but he refused to move, enjoying the closeness.
Micah looked at the sheet that was a mess and had to force himself not to go back and fix it. He couldn’t when Nic was this close. “I think you’re just trying to keep messing up things I’m working on,” he said, reaching for Nic’s black scrub shirt and pulling him flush against him.
Nic gasped softly as Micah pulled him against him, a blush creeping up his cheeks. It wasn't that he hadn't been in this position before, but that they were out in public, where anyone could see them, and scrubs were a much thinner material than his everyday clothes. "What're you gonna do about it?" he asked, looking from the messy sheets back to Micah.
Micah felt more alone than they might be, but the room had a door and no one wandered this way often. Leaning in he kissed Nic softly, teasing. "Maybe something like that."
The sheets in Nic’s hand were completely forgotten the second Micah kissed him and he dropped them to the floor. If Micah was going to do that, Nic shouldn’t have even picked up a second sheet. “Oh,” Nic said, far too slow in the moment to think of something smooth. “And that’ll prevent me from destroying your work how? Cause if that’s what happens, I will keep doing it.”
“If I keep doing that,” Micah said with a smirk. “I have a feeling you’ll stop concentrating on the sheets all together.” He motioned towards the sheet that Nic had dropped, thinking it proved his point.
“You don’t want my help?” Nic asked, his fingers playing with the bottom of Micah’s shirt before sliding up under it, his palms flat against the other man’s stomach. His eyes darted to the side of make sure no one was there, and he hoped the doctor’s coat Micah wore hid everything else from view.
“Not with that,” Micah said, grinning as Nic touched him, his own fingers finding their way to the back of Nic’s neck. “I like your help with this.” He needed to close that door, maybe lock it too, because keeping his hands off of Nic was nearly impossible when he was comfortable.
It was weird how comfortable Micah seemed to be at the moment, confident in everything he did, not the least bit concerned about who might wander by. Nic had only taken the lead before out of necessity, wanting Micah enough that he wasn’t willing to sit back and do nothing. Things were different now, and while he liked them, they caught Nic off guard. His fingers flexed against Micah’s abs before sliding back behind to rest on his back, pulling him even closer. And then he kissed him, unable to pass up that chance, especially when Micah was asking for it.
That was what he wanted. Nic seeming nervous and then giving in to kissing him. Micah answered the kiss, fingers slipping into Nic’s hair to keep him there until the kiss drew out to an end. “If you keep doing that I’m going to lock that door and not let you leave unless someone really needs us.”
Nic couldn’t help but be antsy. In the last few days he’d gone from appearing straight to most of the public to publicly dating Micah. He’d kissed girls in public plenty of times, but never a guy, and he still felt like he should be looking over his shoulder. But he wanted it too much to stop it. If they were caught, then he’d deal with it then because he found today’s Micah to be incredibly hot. “Then maybe we should lock the door,” he said, cheeks flushed from the kiss.
“Don’t move,” Micah warned, untangling to himself from Nic and starting towards the door. He pushed it shut, looking at the lock for a long moment before turning it over and leaning back against it to watch the other man. How long had it been since he’d felt something, anything? And now he had this great man standing in a space he actually felt comfortable in. After a moment of watching he went back for Nic, hands finding the younger man’s hips as he pulled him closer to kiss him.
As Micah went to shut the door, Nic’s heart pounded in his chest, the nervousness of being in a place so public only trumped by his desire to be with Micah. He could feel the other man’s eyes on him, the weight of the moment since he’d released him to go to the door, and for a second or two he thought maybe Micah had changed his mind. His worries died immediately when Micah moved in to kiss him, their hips pressed together as Nic’s hands wound around his neck, his mouth opened to deepen the kiss. With the door locked, the worst that could happen was that someone would come knocking and that was a chance he was willing to take.
That was infinitely better, just what Micah enjoyed, and while before he’d been the one that needed leading, it worked the other way here. He was the one lifting his hands up Nic’s sides, raising his shirt against his wrists. He was the one nibbling lightly on Nic’s lower lip before ducking to kiss along his jaw. Micah owned this moment. And loved it. He was having a hard time remembering Nic’s nerves or concerns. Not when things were like this.
Micah wasn’t the only one forgetting about Nic’s nerves, as he provided enough of a distraction for Nic to be lost in the moment, a small moan escaping him as Micah’s kisses moved to his jaw and neck. His fingers threaded through Micah’s hair as his chin fell back, exposing more of his neck, and his teeth dug into his bottom lip to keep himself quiet. He needed to be quiet, no matter how good it felt to feel Micah’s lips on his skin. This was another man than he’d been dealing with the other night, one that knew what he wanted and was willing to go for it. Nic know why things were different, but he definitely liked it.
Micah liked that moan and wanted more of that for sure. He understood quiet, but he didn't want to completely silence Nic. He also was finding less of a need for Nic's shirt and pulled back long enough to lift it up and guide it towards off and, ideally, on the floor.
Nic gasped, surprised to find himself suddenly bare-chested, his shirt falling to the floor beside the forgotten sheet. It was enough to force his eyes open for a moment, to remember where he was, and then to think that Micah was wearing too much by comparison. He pushed the doctor’s coat off his shoulders, hoping it would make it’s way to the floor as well, both items of clothing easily retrievable if someone were to knock. The chill in the air made his skin prickle, yet his body felt overheated, and it was all Micah’s fault.
Micah slipped out of the coat, letting it fall away with a clatter of what was in the pockets. Then his hands were on Nic, tracing the lines of his chest, obviously liking what he saw and felt. "Tell me what you like best."
“Tell you?” Nic asked, as if he’d never been asked that question before. Though, honestly, he didn’t think he’d ever tried to put it into words. Words, at the moment, were difficult. Micah’s hands were on him. “Everything,” he said with a little laugh. "But we're in the hospital." Where, in Nic's mind some things might be off limits.
"Which means you can't tell me?" Micah asked. He was still smiling, not at all anxious. His fingers trailed down Nic's abdomen, tracing those lines as well. "I want to learn. I know you're still nervous about things. Tell me what would ease that. What you enjoy."
The number one thing that would ease his nerves would to be at home, not in the hospital, but Micah seemed unusually comfortable at the moment and Nic didn’t want to ruin that. Micah’s fingers were distracting, though, each touch causing his mind to drift. “I’d like your mouth on me,” Nic said, his voice dropping to a whisper as he licked his lips. “And I’d like to taste you.”
Micah had a visual flash at each suggestion, humming in appreciation at the mental sight. "What else? If you could have anything." He was making a mental list, things to do to Nic, and he needed more on it. His fingers trailed along the waistband of Nic's scrubs, teasing lightly.
“I don’t know,” Nic answered, feeling almost shy. “That’s the most I’ve done with another guy.” Thoughts of anything else made him nervous in an entirely different way than he was now, the fear of the unknown more powerful than his curiosity. He hadn’t trusted Dixen with anything more and, as sweet as Micah was, Nic barely knew him. But those fingers were oftly nice, sliding along his waistband, and Nic’s hands crept back under the shirt of Micah’s scrubs rather than pulling away.
Micah just nodded, understanding completely. "Good to know," he said softly. Maybe eventually they'd get there. He wanted to get there. "Do you want that?"
“Maybe,” Nic answered, his face turning bright red as he thought about what doing anything more would entail, the trust and intimacy it would require. His fingers spread over Micah’s abdomen as he looked up at him, considering his options. He had to be honest with him, otherwise things could go horribly wrong, if not now, then later. “I don’t know if I’d like it.”
Micah shivered slightly, free hand coming up to graze through Nic's hair. "Why do you think that?" It wasn't for everyone, sure. And it was different than what Nic was likely used to, but Micah wanted to alleviate whatever concerns he could, just like he would with a patient.
Nic didn’t have a simple answer to that question. His perceptions were based on years of hanging out with straight men, hearing their occasional side remarks, none of which related to what it might actually be like. “I don’t think I’d like to do something unless both of us would enjoy it,” Nic said after a pause, his teeth worrying his bottom lip.
Micah frowned at that. "You don't think both of us would?" Not if he had his way.
“I don’t know,” Nic said, his face flushing once more. “Could we?” He understood male anatomy, but knowing something and experiencing it for himself were still different things for Nic.
"Of course," Micah promised softly. "I think it’d have a short life span if only one person enjoyed it.” He ran his fingers through the hair at the back of Nic’s neck. “I’d make sure we both did.”
Nic took a shaky breath as Micah’s fingers ran through his hair, eyes steadily looking back into Micah’s. He felt very young at the moment, and horribly inexperienced, asking questions that he felt he should know the answer to. “I’d have no idea what... or how...” Nic said, his cheeks heating up again, though his fingers danced along the waist of Micah’s scrubs. “You don’t mind that?”
"Why would I mind? You think that enough to scare me off?" Micah asked, thinking of all his shortcomings and how inexperience paled in comparison. "I can show you. If you're interested at some point. I wouldn't just leave you out there fending for yourself." He shivered at Nic's touches and pulled the other man into a kiss, just to reassure.
It was easier to give in to the kiss, to put all his desire out there in a physical form than to answer those questions, to say what he might or might not want. He knew he wanted Micah and whatever that entailed, that he trusted him enough to try things, even if they might scare him. Nic kissed him until he was breathless, and then his answer was a whisper. “You can show me. Eventually. But not here.”
Micah picked up on what Nic was trying to say with the kiss and let him draw it out as long as he wanted it to. "You have something against the laundry room?" Micah asked moving closer, pressing himself against Nic.
“No, I actually like the laundry room,” Nic laughed softly. “But I prefer not to try new things where I feel vulnerable.” He liked the way Micah pressed up against him, the way he could feel the heat of the other man’s body through the scrubs. His hands slipped under them, fingers gripping Micah’s bare hips as he pressed his own hips back. “Not everything’s new to me,” he reminded him, stealing another kiss.
"I'll keep that in mind." Micah liked Nic's grip on him, grinning widely at it. "No...did you have something in mind?"
Nic’s thumbs slid down, pushing Micah’s scrubs along with them. His eyes darted to the locked door, then back to Micah as he licked his lips. “I do,” he answered, his hand circling Micah’s cock.
That was definitely an idea. Micah let out a soft noise at being touched, body reacting, though he didn't have far to go, and leaned in to kiss Nic hotly. "Show me."
Nic’s free hand curled behind Micah’s neck, his fingers running through his hair as he returned the kiss. He liked that little noise that Micah made and wondered how many more he could earn, stroking him till he deemed him good and ready. Only then did he break the kiss, giving Micah a little smirk as he slid down to his knees and took him in his mouth.
Micah knew that smirk before the man was dropping lower, and he had a guess of what was coming but the lack of hesitation surprised him, only barely biting his lip to stifle the groan. That he could get behind and without hesitation his fingers slipped into Nic's hair, holding him where he was.
This was something Nic had done before, something he understood and actually liked doing, even if he didn’t get off in the process. He had control here, even with Micah’s fingers in his hair, and he knew how to make sure Micah enjoyed himself. His lack of hesitation came from experience-- this was as far as he’d gone with Dixen, but he’d never had a desire to have anything more. With Micah, it was different. Everything was different.
Micah was doing his best to stifle his noises, because the last thing they needed was someone having a reason to stop by. But he was quickly realizing how much he'd missed this, often on the giving and not the receiving, and on top of that it had been a while for either. His grip on Nic's hair tightened as he tried to keep his hips from bucking, not wanting to control but more holding on for dear life. "Nic." It was breathy, strained from trying not to be loud, but there.
Nic’s hand tightened on Micah’s hip, helping to keep him still, though a little movement on Micah’s part wasn’t going to deter him, especially with the way Micah said his name. As preoccupied as he was, it still made him smile. His other hand came up to cup Micah’s balls, fingers traveling to the soft space behind them. It was something that would have made him squirm, though that was more due to his lack of trust in his previous partner than the feeling, and his eyes rose to Micah’s for any cue as to what the other man liked.
Micah's eyes had fallen shut, lower lip permanently stuck between his teeth to keep from being loud, but that new sensation, had more of a moan slipping out. While he didn't notice Nic looking at him, he was nodding, very much fine with that. It made him shiver, but it was definitely a good motion.
He liked that look on Micah’s face and decided then that he’d like to see it again, when he had no reason to try and stay quiet. It was a shame he couldn’t hear what other noises he’d make. Confident that he was moving in the right direction, Nic sped up just slightly, quietly humming to himself as he worked on Micah.
"Fuck," Micah swore softly, definitely needing that extra speed and feeling that tension rise in him much too quickly. He really needed to get that under control or Nic was going to think of him as some teenager. He flexed his fingers in Nic's hair, trying to urge for more.
Nic was good at giving, no matter what the circumstances. He wanted to see his lovers happy, wanted their loss of control, to be the cause of their desire. The speed at which Micah got there didn’t bother him either way, so long as it was him getting him there. Nic moved faster, letting Micah’s grip guide him, unable to keep from smiling around him.
Micah was shivering, almost shaking as he kept going, really wishing things would slow down and he found himself racing to that peak much faster than he would have liked. He was supposed to be the experienced one here, not the one who before too long was letting out a strangled warning noise when normally he would have found words to indicate how close he was.
If Micah had wanted Nic to draw things out, he should have told him upfront, as Nic’s sole purpose at the moment was to make sure Micah came. It didn’t matter that his knees were starting to ache, or that his own arousal was pressing painfully against the front of his scrubs. He was caught up in the moment, feeling Micah shiver, each little noise he made making Nic shiver back in response. It wouldn’t be long now. Nic was counting on that.
Nic got what he was counting on, and in mere moments Micah was there, half pulling away but not able to completely as he just barely muffled himself crying out as he came. Not classy, but what could he do? Nic had his number.
Nic kept hold of him, swallowing before releasing Micah and looking up at him with an air of satisfaction. Despite the one-sidedness of such an act, he liked that he could do that to him, especially the sound he made as he finished. Wiping his hand across his mouth, Nic rose to his feet and pulled Micah’s scrubs back into place. “Not totally inexperienced,” he smirked.
Micah’s laugh was strangled, but he didn’t hesitate in keeping Nic close as he leaned in to kiss him lightly, tasting the difference across his lips and not caring. “Not totally.” Which just made Micah laugh again, breath coming in gasps as he leaned his forehead against Nic’s. He needed to do something more, but he was struggling with just catching up himself.
Nic smiled as Micah kissed him, one arm wrapping around his waist as he deepened the kiss, his hips pressing back against Micah’s. He liked those little, breathless laughs, knowing that he’d brought them on, and the fact that Micah would still kiss him. It was enough for him to forget where they were, though he did wish they had a bed to fall back against, rather than a laundry table.
Micah groaned softly as Nic pressed against him, still sensitive enough that even through his clothes he felt the pressure. He even let his fingers trail along the curve of Nic’s hips, ready to return the favor in some way when someone knocked hard on the door. Swearing softly he didn’t quite let go of Nic, but started the process of untangling himself because, as expected, the next thing he heard was his name being called out. “Doctor Micah?”
If there was one thing that Nic had wanted to come next, it was anything but a knock at the door. He groaned softly, holding onto Micah until someone called his name, at which point he was forced to reach for his shirt, finding it on the floor beside Micah’s doctor’s coat. He handed it to Micah, then pulled his shirt over his head, trying to hide his frustration as he pulled the front end down over his arousal.
“Just a minute. Changing!” Which was normal. The staff was used to their resident doctor practically living at the hospital. He watched Nic, frown on his face as he moved forward, fingers running over the front of Nic’s scrubs. “I hate leaving you like this...” he murmured, just loud enough for Nic to hear. “Tonight I’ll make it up to you. Twice. Wherever you want.” He looked up at Nic expectantly, hoping it was enough to satisfy the other man for at least now.
Nic bit his lip as Micah’s fingers grazed over the front of him, forcing himself to keep quiet. He didn’t mind people knowing they were together, but he knew it wouldn’t be good for either of them if they were caught doing anything at work. “Tonight,” Nic said, agreeing to the promise. It would be something for him to look forward to.
Micah nodded, leaning in to kiss Nic hard, already excited to see him again, but forcing himself to be the doctor he needed to be in that moment. He let the kiss draw out for a moment before pulling away with a sad smile. He already missed Nic, just being half a step away, but he had to get back to work even if it meant forcing himself a few more steps away, pulling on his coat as he let himself out, closing the door behind him.