doctormicah (doctormicah) wrote in the_dome, @ 2013-08-11 19:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | 04-07-2017, micah, micah and nic, nic |
Not Myself
Who: Micah and Nic
Where: Nic’s House
When: Morning
Micah was exhausted and ready to leave the hospital. He didn't call before he left, just stopping once at the diner to grab a late breakfast for both of them and heading to Nic's. All he could hope when he knocked on the door was that the other man didn't mind.
It had been a blessedly quiet night, one that allowed Nic to stay in and get some sleep, though he kept his phone nearby just in case. If anyone called, he could be out the door in less than five minutes, but he’d made it to morning without an emergency to wake him. He’d gone months without so much as a disturbance, then the doors shut and all hell seemed to break loose. Nic took the opportunity to sleep in and had only been up for half an hour when someone knocked at the door. He grabbed an undershirt and pulled it on before heading to the door, unwilling to answer it in just his boxers. When he saw it was Micah, he smiled and opened the door. “Morning.”
“Morning,” Micah greeted with a soft smile. He liked the sight of Nic like that, just his undershirt and boxers, relaxed and rested. And smelling better than the food, which honestly was a little overwhelming. “I brought breakfast as an apology for just dropping in for no real reason.” He held out the bag and did his best to look innocent.
“You think you need to apologize for that?” Nic asked, taking the food with one hand and sliding his arm around Micha’s waist with the other. “You are always welcome here,” he said, leaning up for a little kiss. It hadn’t been all that long since they’d seen each other, but their time together had been far more stressful than Nic would like. A kiss made him feel better, and hopefully Micah as well.
Micah only just barely closed the door behind him as Nic kissed him. Yes, that was definitely good, pulling at him more than usual. The smell of Nic’s skin, the feel of his mouth against Micah’s, and something else. A sense that he belonged here, right here, with this man. He hummed softly into the kiss, free hand cupping Nic’s cheek as he deepened the kiss.
It was meant to be a little kiss, but Micah pulled him and Nic had to admit it was a nice way to start the day. He nibbled a little at Micah’s lip and smiled before he pulled away, though just barely. “What’s for breakfast?” he asked, arm still around Micah’s waist. “And when’s the last time you slept?” Knowing Micah, it was over a day ago, when Nic had been there to make sure it happened.
Micah didn’t want to stop the kiss, but so long as Nic didn’t move away, he was fine with it. “I don’t know. I went in and immediately wanted to leave so I just asked for breakfast for two, whatever was fast to make and they handed me that.” It had been too loud in the diner, even on a quiet morning. It had been too full of smells too. “I caught a mini nap at one point.”
“Breakfast in bed then?” Nic asked, since getting Micah to rest had just become one of his priorities. And he never minded being in bed with Micah. “Hopefully it’s breakfast tacos, or breakfast sandwiches. That’s what they usually make to-go.” Otherwise Nic couldn’t imagine what they’d put in the bag. He began to tug Micah towards the bedroom. “I didn’t get any new calls last night, so I was hoping it was quiet for you, too. How’re you feeling?”
“Quiet is not the right word,” Micah said. “It wasn’t busy no.” He let Nic pull him wherever Nic wanted to go because what mattered was being with him. “I am struggling. I was fine there. Focused, but everything was loud. The smells...” MIcah closed his eyes as they moved, not sure what to do with himself.
“Are things any better than before?” Nic asked, taking a seat on his bed and patting the space beside him before pulling breakfast out of the bag. “How are the other patients who’ve been bit? Are they exhibiting the same symptoms?” Micah’s fever worried him the most. The rest were weird, but not worrisome in the same way.
Micah sat, but wound up laying back, running his fingers through his hair. “No. They’re not fading. It’s still loud. Even now. And the smell. I feel like a pregnant woman.” He looked over at Nic and shook his head. “They are. Lia came by, she’s got all the same things. There were others, too. They aren’t all reporting the same, but I can see it.”
Nic gave a little laugh, just from the comparison to a pregnant woman, but it was hard to stay amused when Micah was so clearly distressed. “What do you think it is?” he asked, unwrapping their breakfast and handing one breakfast sandwich over to Micah. He was going to make sure he ate before passing out, which he assumed would happen eventually. “How are people healing?”
“I have no idea,” Micah said with a sigh. He didn’t take the sandwich, making a face at first before sitting up again. “Like I am.” He pulled at the bandage, pulling it away to show that he didn’t even need it. The gashes were close to healed, barely needing the neat little stitches that Nic had put in.
“You have to eat, babe,” Nic said, slightly annoyed at the face Micah made over the food. Nic was used to making sure people got what they needed and Micah was no different. He was distracted, then, by Micah’s wound, or lack-thereof. “Shit,” he muttered softly, taking Micah’s arm in his hands. “That’s incredible.” It did make him wonder if Micah had a heartbeat, but only until he remembered that vampires couldn’t walk in the sun and Micah clearly had.
“I know, isn’t it?” Micah said looking at his arm. “I can’t explain it. I’m going to ask someone else tonight, but I can’t think straight right now if you’re gonna call me babe and everything.” Because forget his arm, that was distracting.
Nic’s eyes ticked up to Micah’s, first with surprise and then with a realization that put a slight blush on his cheeks. “Sorry, I-- It just slipped out.” And he hoped Micah didn’t mind. He’d always been bad about pet names with the people he cared for and Micah wasn’t any different.
Micah smiled, realizing distantly that he normally would have been blushing too, but he wasn’t now. Something had him far more centered around Nic. Comfortable with him. Leaning in closer he pressed a small kiss against Nic’s lips. “What do I have to do to get it so slip out again?”
“I don’t know,” Nic said with a little smile, kissing him back. “Tell me you don’t mind? Maybe let me call you my boyfriend?” There. He’d said. Or asked. They hadn’t been dating all that long, but if Micah was going to show up whenever he wanted, even if Nic didn’t mind at all, then he felt like they were at least that.
Micah couldn’t help but laugh at that. “I don’t mind. It’s cute in your accent. And yes. You can considering I might have already called you that today. And half the hospital just assumes as much about us.” He kissed Nic again, then went back to laying down.
Nic had forgotten how bad his accent could be in the morning, or really any time that he wasn’t thinking too much about it. He supposed it was okay, since Micah thought it was cute. “They do?” he asked, more curious than worried. “What did you hear? And who’d you call me that to?” Because he liked that Micah already thought of him as such.
“I heard a lot. My nurses gossip.” Micah rolled his eyes. “Apparently a few people saw us last night and earlier. And I said it to Lia. Referred to you as my paramedic boyfriend. So yeah.” He would have blushed normally as well, but he felt comfortable here, saying what he was saying.
“How much did they see?” Nic asked, thinking back on the time that they’d gotten into a lot more at the hospital than was appropriate. “And your paramedic boyfriend? That makes it sound like you have more than one,” he teased, leaning back on the bed to lay next to Micah. “You don’t have a plumber boyfriend or a baker boyfriend, do you?”
“Not that,” Micah said, going right to the same thought. “Just the goodbye kiss in the hall the other night.” He laughed a little and shook his head. “No. Just the one boyfriend. He is a cook boyfriend too though.” Rolling on his side, Micah kissed Nic for longer than before.
While Nic wasn’t ashamed of what they did together, he was relieved. Some things, he felt, should be private. Goodbye kisses, though, he didn’t mind so much, especially if now the nurses knew that Micah was his. It was weird, but he was getting more comfortable with the idea of people knowing, and he was glad for it. “A good cook, I hope,” Nic smiled, shutting up when Micah began to kiss him. Micah usually wasn’t this comfortable with Nic, at least when they were at home, and Nic wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity.
“Very good,” Micah managed between kisses, one hand going for Nic’s hip, pushing the other man back as he moved more over him. Yes, breakfast was getting ignored, but getting caught up in the scents radiating off Nic and the taste of him sounded like much more fun. So Micah went with it, fingers slipping up under his shirt, pushing it up more and tracing lines across Nic’s abdomen.
Nic set breakfast on the nightstand as Micah moved on top of him, no longer quite as interested in eating. Micah was getting good at distracting him, his heart rate picking up at the feel of Micah’s fingers under his shirt, hips pressing back against Micah’s. Nic’s arms wrapped around Micah’s neck as he deepened the kiss, then began tugging at his shirt from above, inching it up his back until Micah would be forced to pull it over his head. He wanted bare skin under his hands and he was going to get it, sooner if not later.
Micah could hear the change in heartrate, thinking it was his at first and only after a moment realizing that it wasn't. It was Nic's and they were close enough that he could hear it? That didn't seem right, but then again his hearing was on overdrive. That had to be it. It left Micah hesitating, but he managed to cover it up with pulling back to pull his shirt off and toss it somewhere. Focus, he scolded himself silently before ducking his head to kiss up Nic's stomach while Micah worked his shirt off.
Nic didn’t notice Micah’s hesitation, too busy removing Micah’s shirt and then his own. His hands moved over the other man’s shoulders, down his back, then back up into his hair. Micah’s body was warm against his, perhaps too much so, but Nic wasn’t in the mood to complain about it. If Micah said he was feeling okay, then Nic wasn’t going to argue with the doctor, especially while enjoying his kisses.
That was the direction things should be going in, Nic almost completely underdressed and under Micah. Micah worked further down, kisses over chest and stomach until he hit the other man's hips, nipping a tiny bit harder than usual. Hard enough to leave a mark. Something flickered in his mind that he wanted that, to mark Nic as his. So everyone knew as much. Mine.
Nic gasped as Micah bit him, his nails digging into Micah’s shoulders. It wasn’t that bad, but it was unexpected and Nic had been unprepared. He didn’t mind things being a little bit rough, so long as they didn’t get out of control. Nic pushed up onto his elbows, looking down at Micah. “Watch it with those teeth,” he teased, licking his lips.
Micah glanced up from where he was, a questioning look on his features. "You have something against being marked?" He asked, surprised he was saying it of the insistence of his tone. Nic was his. Nic needed to realize that. It was the only thing Micah could think of in that moment and if Nic said no, Micah wasn't sure what he would do with himself.
“No,” Nic said, running his fingers through Micah’s hair. “Just... be careful.” He didn’t mind markings on him, but normally there was pleasure to offset a little bit of pain. So long as Micah didn’t go too far, he was sure he could handle it, though he did wonder what brought this on.
Micah pushed up, closer to Nic's mouth. "I wouldn't hurt you." Not something that meant so much to him. More than usual. Was that really like him? Not quite, but the feeling was too strong to not just give in to it.
“I know,” Nic said softly, leaning up to kiss Micah slowly, then begin nibbling at his jaw. “I trust you.” He felt it needed to be said, in case Micah hadn’t realized it yet. Nic trusted him with his heart, with his body, and his reputation. He trusted Micah not to lead him on and not to start something he couldn’t handle. Maybe it was too much trust, but it was hard for Nic to deny Micah anything.
Good. That was exactly what Micah needed to hear as he pushed Nic back, harder than normal. This was how it should be. Nic under him, his and only his. It wasn't until Micah had torn hard at Nic's boxers, hands covering familiar ground and closing in on new ground with the only thought of taking what was his that Micah pulled back hard, hands shaking. "Something's wrong." This wasn't like him. Not at all.
Nic was glad Micah stopped because if he didn't, then Nic was going to have to stop him. He tensed up as Micah ripped his boxers, feeling it was slightly unnecessary, but also that it wasn't like Micah at all. "Yeah?" Nic asked, incredibly uncomfortable in his current position with the way Micah was acting. The lack of clothes wasn't helping. "You're making me nervous," he admitted, stomach turning in knots.
Micah sat back at first, then left the bed completely, stumbling slightly. "I'm making me nervous. I'm not. This isn't me." All he could think about was claiming Nic as his. That was it. What was wrong with him?
Nic pulled the covers up around him as he sat up on the bed, watching Micah warily. “Talk to me, then. What’s going on?” Because something definitely was and at least Micah had noticed.
Micah was shaking his head, leaning back against the wall farthest from Nic. "I'm not thinking straight. I'm...I don't know." He ran his hands through his hair and didn't realize he was sliding to the floor until he hit it. "All I can think of is making you mine. Proving it. Showing it off."
Climbing out of bed, Nic found himself a pair of sweatpants, pulled them on, and settled down on the floor beside Micah. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but he knew he’d feel better having this conversation with a bit more clothes on. “Is that what you want?” he asked. “People to know I’m yours?”
Micah scrubbed his hands over his face. "Yes, but not like this. This is deeper. Like something in me needs it. This isn't me and how I feel about you. It's like instinct." His voice was low, Nic's too loud from where Nic had moved closer. "Something's wrong." But he couldn't explain it. Just like he couldn't explain the hearing. Or the sense of smell.
“Okay,” Nic said, taking a deep breath. “So let’s make a list of all your symptoms and see what we can come up with. Think outside the box.” Because he wasn’t entirely certain there was a box anymore. Anything could be wrong with Micah if his cousin could be a vampire. They just had to figure out what was wrong and how to deal with it.
Micah didn't want to talk through the list of things that were currently wrong with him. He wanted to curl up against Nic and wait for it to stop. "It could be what you said," he finally admitted quietly. The wolf thing. That was in a different room than the box. "Heightened sense of hearing and smell. Tactile reactions, as in I feel it more intensely. New...instincts and urges."
Nic took a deep breath, surprised Micah was willing to go there. If he’d been in the same place, Nic wasn’t sure he’d have wanted to make that jump, but logic didn’t seem to be a part of the conversation. It couldn’t be, based on what Micah was feeling. “If... If that’s the case, then maybe there’s just an adjustment period. Maybe you’ll get used to it,” he said. “You’re still you, though.”
Micah wasn’t breathing right, shaking his head. “That wasn’t me,” he said gesturing towards the bed before looking up at Nic. “You know I don’t want to hurt you right? I wouldn’t. Even then...it wasn’t me, it was different, but I wouldn’t hurt you.”
“I know you wouldn’t,” Nic said, shaken, but trying to cover it up as best he could. “If you were totally different, you wouldn’t have noticed. You would have just... kept going.” Which, yes, scared the shit out of him. Because it wouldn’t be Micah. But this was, and he wasn’t going to let that part go.
Micah shook his head. “Even then. I wouldn’t have. I didn’t want to. I just wanted...you. As mine.” He bit at his lip then reached for Nic, pulling him closer. “It’s things I want now, I wanted before, but this is bigger. Something stronger.”
“I am yours,” Nic said softly, allowing Micah to pull him in. They hadn’t talked a lot about it, but that was the way Nic saw it. He definitely wasn’t seeing anyone else and had no plans to. “If you want people to know, then... then I’ll tell them. Is that what you mean?”
The doctor was shaking his head again, even if whatever was lurking inside him practically leapt at hearing Nic admit that he belonged to Micah. “No, not that. It’s more than that. It’s...I can’t explain it.” His fingers traced the bare skin of Nic’s chest. “It’s marking you, strange as that sounds, but also...having you. Watching you tremble under me.” They were words he wouldn’t normally ever speak, but whatever was inside him was pulling it out of him, finding confidence he didn’t know he had, or at least murdering his brain to mouth filter.
That gave Nic pause. Not because he didn’t want to be with Micah, but because it was a huge step for him, and not one to be taken lightly. It would be easier for him to hang a sign around his neck than to give in to something like that on a moment’s notice. “I... I’m not completely opposed, but... I’m not sure I’m ready for that,” Nic said, hoping the fear he was feeling didn’t seep into his voice. He didn’t want to hurt Micah’s feelings, but this wasn’t something he could cave on just because Micah was feeling all kinds of new instincts.
There was a moment of silence, Micah’s fingers still on Nic’s skin. “I know. I do. I wouldn’t. I just...needed you to know what I was feeling.” He bit at his lower lip before looking at Nic again. “Forgive me?”
“Of course,” Nic said, giving him a small smile as he took Micah’s hand in his. “I think I’d just rather hold off on that until we both want it, when it’s not just some new instinct for you.” He didn’t doubt that Micah wanted it now, but he also knew it was different. Whatever desires he was feeling, this was more extreme than they’d been dealing with before hand.
Micah wanted to correct Nic, telling him how badly he wanted him in general, but he didn’t at the last second. That was probably too much for Nic. “That’s fine. Whenever you’re ready.” He did let his fingers drift down Nic’s stomach then below the waistband of his sweats. “There’s other things though...”
Nic was sure he would be ready, eventually. He trusted Micah and was willing to try something that he thought they’d both enjoy, but doing so while Micah was still adjusting to whatever was going on with him seemed like a horrible idea. “There are,” Nic agreed, biting his bottom lip. “I’m not opposed to other things.”
“Good,” Micah said, leaning in to kiss Nic and pull his lower lip from his teeth with Micah’s teeth. “Because I definitely like the idea of other things.” He would have to focus, but he could do that if it meant he got to be with Nic. Just like before, all he had to do was focus.