LOTR RPF: Good Medicine 4/?
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Standard stuff as per previously.
"You love him, don't you?" Blue eyes searched the face opposite.
"It took being away from him to realize it. When things were over, I couldn't sleep much. I ... " Hugo sighed, running a hand through his hair. "My marriage is ... I don't want to call it a farce ... Kat and I are wonderful friends, but that's about all we've been since Holly came along. The children don't know. We're gonna tell them in a few years, when they're both old enough to understand. She and I have both had a few relationships since then, but very, very discreet. "When we were on the Russian Doll set togeher ... He ha a girlfriend and they seemed pretty happy. They broke up the last week of filming and ... well I took him out and got him drunk and so help me I tried to seduce him. He seemed to go for it but ... then he'd pull back and get all shy ..." The two men shared a smile, both thinking of how adorable David looked when his face matched his hair. "I don't even think he realized I was faking it all the while. I'm epileptic so I can't drink too much," the doctor nodded his understanding, and hid his pain, though not as effectively as Hugo could have. "Can I ask when you realized you were in love with him?" Took one to know one, and there was a magic twinkle in the doctor's smile when David was mentioned directly.
"The day I left him," he chuckled dryly. "I was ... upset. Frustrated, hurt. Like you could tell ... He never looked at me when we made love. And more than once he said your name when he was coming. At first I thought I's misheard but after three months ... it was obvious that most of the time it wasn't my name. BUt even with all that I still wanted to be with him. Not just to make love but to just hold him, or talk with him, long discussions over a bottomless glass of wine. We even quit smoking together ..." The doctor's fingers twitched as he thought of having another cigarette. But he'd been 'clean' for four months and wasn't gonna start now. He ran a hand through his long hair. "Look, if you say the word, I'll back down, walk away, and you can have him. They always say if you love something, you should set it free ... And I do, so I am." HIs pain at losing David was obvious, but Hugh felt there was no point ... David wanted Hugo, and Hugo wanted David so he was the proverbial fifth wheel.
"I ... I don't know, honestly, Hugh. It sounds like he's wiling to make a try with you, now, and I dont want to get in the way of that. I ... I've seldom see tow actors work out a sucessful relationship and two sucessful careers. "And you two actually have more together than he and I ..." Hugo did however long for at least a chance, a hope of making it with David.
"I know but only because he thought you were out of reach. Listen ... You do love him, that much is clear, and I know he loves you. I refuse to make a move, now, until you two have talked." Hugh had the gently uncompromising look some doctors could get when tellling a patient to quit, or go on a diet or do this for their health. It was the sort of look that lost him work -- his patients wre too healthy because of it.
Hugo sighed, too weak now to argue anymore. He'd wanted David since the end of Russian doll, and now this man who looked so much like him was offering that golden chance up on a silver platter.
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David groaned at the incessent doorbell. It was saturday morning, he knew that. And he wondered what the hell anyone was doing at ..." He squinted one eye open and shot upright when he saw the time. Two pm! Shit! "Just a minute!" he hollared and sprang out of bed, falling back in when the floor lurched. He stood again slowly, his foot tapping against an empty whiskey bottle. Apparently he'd had quiet the bender last night. He pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and stumbled to the door.
He had to blink a few times. It actually took a minute to work out who it was standing there with a small fistfull of flowers. "Hu ... Hugo ... What're you doing here?" he asked, stepping aside automatically. He didn't even ask about the flowers, assumign Hugo was on his way through and going to see someone else, or had gotten them for his wife or something.
"I ah ... I wanted to give you these, first of all ..." He handed David the flowers, wondering how the other man had gotten so drunk. Then he remebered David's incredible capacity for food didn't actually stop at food. The man could drink like a fish. "Are you hungover, David, or still drunk?" he asked with a chukle. He laid a strong, gnetle hand on David's shoulder and guided him to the livingroom, making him sit down. "You hold these, I'll get water for them and coffee for you."
David did was the hand told him, reaching up to cover it with his - a few seconds after it was gone. "I think I'm still drunk. Gotta be if you're here. You were here last night, too. Only I wasn't talking to you." David did think he *must* still be drunk - or dreaming, if Hugo was here, and had given him flowers?
Hugo returned to the livingroom a moment later with a cup of very strong coffee and a small vase with water, into which he tucked the flowers. "If you weren't talking to me, what was I doing here?"
"Fucking me," He answered, not taking the coffee.
"I see ..." HUgo was desperately ttying not to respond to that ltitle admission. "David, I think you're not just drunk, you're still asleep ..." He moved over and gently eased David onto his side. To his surprise, the slepy man reached out and tugged him to sit down, using Hugo's thigh as a pillow. "Mmmm, nice," David murmured before nodding off entirely, settling back into his happy dreams of Hugo.
Hugo sighed softly. He stroked David's hair, watching him sleep. The young man had indeed been on quite the bender - the place reeked of alcohol and Hugo shuddered to think how long he'd been at it. Once David was well aslep, Hugo gently eased a pillow in place of his thigh, then covered David gently with a blanket.
Standing, Hugo slipped off his leather jacket, draping it over the armchair and began to clean the flat.
While he cleaned, Hugo was still sorting out his feelings for David. He knew he loved the other man, desperately, and it was more keenly felt now that he was there and they were both free. HOwever ... it was painfully clear to Hugo that the doctor did as well. And with Dr. Kessler, there wouldn't be anything to hide. Hugo wondered if it was fair to offer David only half a relationship when someone else wanted to give him everything he could ask for. He felt damn selfish even thiking of spiriting David away but ... love was like that. He wanted David. He'd talked with Kat before even leaving and she'd given her blessing. So he could bloody well *have* David. And so help him David still seemed to want him.
But Hugo had come over to talk ... and David was half hungover, and half still drunk.
A few hours later, the flat was cleaned and David was still asleep. Hugo watched David sleep for a long while and finally genly lifted up his head and settled it back onto his thigh, brushing the hair back from David's face.
A few minutes later David woke and began to stretch a little, yawning and obviously awaking more naturally. He purred when he felt a body under him. He'd been dreaming again, and oddly enough of Hugh this time. His mind hadn't quite wrapped around HUgo arriving so he'd convinced himself it was Hugh, and that's who's lap he was currently resting against. He reached up, wanting to finger that deliciously long hair. When he was met with shortness, he frowned. "DId you get a haircut, Hugh?" he asked.
Hugo couldn't help but feel a stab of pain at that. David was confusing sometimes. "Not lately, David," he said and felt David sit up like a bolt.
"It really was you!" David's eyes were much clearler now and he was starting to put things together. "I ... oh hell .... Uhm .." He blushed crimson when he relaized he hadn't dreamed Hugo's arrival .. and his subsequent confessions. "aw fuck, did ... uhm ... Ah ... What're you doing here?" He decided to fall back on enquiring just why Hugo was in his arparment.
"I ... I got a message the other day ... I know it wasn't meant for me but ..." he smiled a little. "Nice to know I'm still in your phone book ... David, I never knew you felt like that. If I had ... I might have been alittle more agressive in trying to snag you. But you were with Kat, then you stayed here when everyone else went home after Doll so I couldn't really reonsably bump into you ... I'd mostly given up ... Then I got that message ... The one you meant to send to Hugh ... I was able to trak him down through some studio contacts and we had a talk ... " He decieded not to tell David how Hugh really felt - that was up to the doctor. "I ... I've wanted you for a while. I didn't really realize it until that night when Kate left you and I ... well when I got you drunk ... I don't think you relalized but I was trying to seduce you."
David chuckled a little at that. "And I was trying *not* to seduce you. I kept hoping you'd assume it was just because we were drunk. The dance was nice, though," He smiled in fond rememberance. That had happened before they had gotten *too* drunk, but they had been just far gone enough to get away with it, he thought.
"Yeah it was ... Listen, David, I need to know ... In the message ... You wanted to try again with Hugh ... do you still want to or ... do I still have a chance?
David opened his mouth several times to answer. Finally he took a deep breath.
"Of course," he finally whispered, light blue eyes meeting dark, all of David's hopes shining in his eyes, and his fear, and worry and his hurt.
Standard stuff as per previously.
"You love him, don't you?" Blue eyes searched the face opposite.
"It took being away from him to realize it. When things were over, I couldn't sleep much. I ... " Hugo sighed, running a hand through his hair. "My marriage is ... I don't want to call it a farce ... Kat and I are wonderful friends, but that's about all we've been since Holly came along. The children don't know. We're gonna tell them in a few years, when they're both old enough to understand. She and I have both had a few relationships since then, but very, very discreet. "When we were on the Russian Doll set togeher ... He ha a girlfriend and they seemed pretty happy. They broke up the last week of filming and ... well I took him out and got him drunk and so help me I tried to seduce him. He seemed to go for it but ... then he'd pull back and get all shy ..." The two men shared a smile, both thinking of how adorable David looked when his face matched his hair. "I don't even think he realized I was faking it all the while. I'm epileptic so I can't drink too much," the doctor nodded his understanding, and hid his pain, though not as effectively as Hugo could have. "Can I ask when you realized you were in love with him?" Took one to know one, and there was a magic twinkle in the doctor's smile when David was mentioned directly.
"The day I left him," he chuckled dryly. "I was ... upset. Frustrated, hurt. Like you could tell ... He never looked at me when we made love. And more than once he said your name when he was coming. At first I thought I's misheard but after three months ... it was obvious that most of the time it wasn't my name. BUt even with all that I still wanted to be with him. Not just to make love but to just hold him, or talk with him, long discussions over a bottomless glass of wine. We even quit smoking together ..." The doctor's fingers twitched as he thought of having another cigarette. But he'd been 'clean' for four months and wasn't gonna start now. He ran a hand through his long hair. "Look, if you say the word, I'll back down, walk away, and you can have him. They always say if you love something, you should set it free ... And I do, so I am." HIs pain at losing David was obvious, but Hugh felt there was no point ... David wanted Hugo, and Hugo wanted David so he was the proverbial fifth wheel.
"I ... I don't know, honestly, Hugh. It sounds like he's wiling to make a try with you, now, and I dont want to get in the way of that. I ... I've seldom see tow actors work out a sucessful relationship and two sucessful careers. "And you two actually have more together than he and I ..." Hugo did however long for at least a chance, a hope of making it with David.
"I know but only because he thought you were out of reach. Listen ... You do love him, that much is clear, and I know he loves you. I refuse to make a move, now, until you two have talked." Hugh had the gently uncompromising look some doctors could get when tellling a patient to quit, or go on a diet or do this for their health. It was the sort of look that lost him work -- his patients wre too healthy because of it.
Hugo sighed, too weak now to argue anymore. He'd wanted David since the end of Russian doll, and now this man who looked so much like him was offering that golden chance up on a silver platter.
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David groaned at the incessent doorbell. It was saturday morning, he knew that. And he wondered what the hell anyone was doing at ..." He squinted one eye open and shot upright when he saw the time. Two pm! Shit! "Just a minute!" he hollared and sprang out of bed, falling back in when the floor lurched. He stood again slowly, his foot tapping against an empty whiskey bottle. Apparently he'd had quiet the bender last night. He pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and stumbled to the door.
He had to blink a few times. It actually took a minute to work out who it was standing there with a small fistfull of flowers. "Hu ... Hugo ... What're you doing here?" he asked, stepping aside automatically. He didn't even ask about the flowers, assumign Hugo was on his way through and going to see someone else, or had gotten them for his wife or something.
"I ah ... I wanted to give you these, first of all ..." He handed David the flowers, wondering how the other man had gotten so drunk. Then he remebered David's incredible capacity for food didn't actually stop at food. The man could drink like a fish. "Are you hungover, David, or still drunk?" he asked with a chukle. He laid a strong, gnetle hand on David's shoulder and guided him to the livingroom, making him sit down. "You hold these, I'll get water for them and coffee for you."
David did was the hand told him, reaching up to cover it with his - a few seconds after it was gone. "I think I'm still drunk. Gotta be if you're here. You were here last night, too. Only I wasn't talking to you." David did think he *must* still be drunk - or dreaming, if Hugo was here, and had given him flowers?
Hugo returned to the livingroom a moment later with a cup of very strong coffee and a small vase with water, into which he tucked the flowers. "If you weren't talking to me, what was I doing here?"
"Fucking me," He answered, not taking the coffee.
"I see ..." HUgo was desperately ttying not to respond to that ltitle admission. "David, I think you're not just drunk, you're still asleep ..." He moved over and gently eased David onto his side. To his surprise, the slepy man reached out and tugged him to sit down, using Hugo's thigh as a pillow. "Mmmm, nice," David murmured before nodding off entirely, settling back into his happy dreams of Hugo.
Hugo sighed softly. He stroked David's hair, watching him sleep. The young man had indeed been on quite the bender - the place reeked of alcohol and Hugo shuddered to think how long he'd been at it. Once David was well aslep, Hugo gently eased a pillow in place of his thigh, then covered David gently with a blanket.
Standing, Hugo slipped off his leather jacket, draping it over the armchair and began to clean the flat.
While he cleaned, Hugo was still sorting out his feelings for David. He knew he loved the other man, desperately, and it was more keenly felt now that he was there and they were both free. HOwever ... it was painfully clear to Hugo that the doctor did as well. And with Dr. Kessler, there wouldn't be anything to hide. Hugo wondered if it was fair to offer David only half a relationship when someone else wanted to give him everything he could ask for. He felt damn selfish even thiking of spiriting David away but ... love was like that. He wanted David. He'd talked with Kat before even leaving and she'd given her blessing. So he could bloody well *have* David. And so help him David still seemed to want him.
But Hugo had come over to talk ... and David was half hungover, and half still drunk.
A few hours later, the flat was cleaned and David was still asleep. Hugo watched David sleep for a long while and finally genly lifted up his head and settled it back onto his thigh, brushing the hair back from David's face.
A few minutes later David woke and began to stretch a little, yawning and obviously awaking more naturally. He purred when he felt a body under him. He'd been dreaming again, and oddly enough of Hugh this time. His mind hadn't quite wrapped around HUgo arriving so he'd convinced himself it was Hugh, and that's who's lap he was currently resting against. He reached up, wanting to finger that deliciously long hair. When he was met with shortness, he frowned. "DId you get a haircut, Hugh?" he asked.
Hugo couldn't help but feel a stab of pain at that. David was confusing sometimes. "Not lately, David," he said and felt David sit up like a bolt.
"It really was you!" David's eyes were much clearler now and he was starting to put things together. "I ... oh hell .... Uhm .." He blushed crimson when he relaized he hadn't dreamed Hugo's arrival .. and his subsequent confessions. "aw fuck, did ... uhm ... Ah ... What're you doing here?" He decided to fall back on enquiring just why Hugo was in his arparment.
"I ... I got a message the other day ... I know it wasn't meant for me but ..." he smiled a little. "Nice to know I'm still in your phone book ... David, I never knew you felt like that. If I had ... I might have been alittle more agressive in trying to snag you. But you were with Kat, then you stayed here when everyone else went home after Doll so I couldn't really reonsably bump into you ... I'd mostly given up ... Then I got that message ... The one you meant to send to Hugh ... I was able to trak him down through some studio contacts and we had a talk ... " He decieded not to tell David how Hugh really felt - that was up to the doctor. "I ... I've wanted you for a while. I didn't really realize it until that night when Kate left you and I ... well when I got you drunk ... I don't think you relalized but I was trying to seduce you."
David chuckled a little at that. "And I was trying *not* to seduce you. I kept hoping you'd assume it was just because we were drunk. The dance was nice, though," He smiled in fond rememberance. That had happened before they had gotten *too* drunk, but they had been just far gone enough to get away with it, he thought.
"Yeah it was ... Listen, David, I need to know ... In the message ... You wanted to try again with Hugh ... do you still want to or ... do I still have a chance?
David opened his mouth several times to answer. Finally he took a deep breath.
"Of course," he finally whispered, light blue eyes meeting dark, all of David's hopes shining in his eyes, and his fear, and worry and his hurt.
