For the @havencrew prompt: "Please don't."
Nathan put one piece of paperwork in the ‘done’ pile, looked over at the still-substantial ‘to do’ pile and sighed. The one downside to the end of the Troubles was longer periods of time where nothing much happened but paperwork. He looked at the clock and picked up the next form.
He'd hardly made a dent in it when he looked up again to see Duke in his doorway. “Duke,” he greeted him, surprised, “What are you doing here?” The grin on Duke’s face told him it wasn't because of any life or death emergency, and however much things may have changed between them, it still wasn't like Duke to come into the station unless he absolutely had to.
Duke’s grin widened and he shut, and locked, the door behind him. “Duke,” Nathan repeated, a cautious warning, “What's going on?”
Duke sauntered across the room and around Nathan's desk to lean on it next to him, turning Nathan's chair away from the internal window to face him. “Just thought I'd come and say hello,” he said.
“Duke Crocker, willingly entering a police station, just because he felt like it?” Nathan asked in disbelief.
Nathan shook his head, made a sweeping gesture with his hand, “There's too many cops in here for you.”
“Hmmm, well. Some cops I like,” Duke offered, his voice low and eager, dancing around the possibilities and implications of exactly what he meant, as he brought his fingertips to the inside of Nathan's wrist.
Nathan shivered at the still-novel sensation of skin-against-skin. Duke’s fingers ran gently across the crease of his wrist in just the right way to send shivers of pleasure echoing up through his arm and tingles of anticipation all through the rest of him. His eyelids fell closed against the pleasure of it for a moment before he remembered where he was. He opened his eyes again and turned his hand so that his wrist twisted away from Duke’s fingers. “Don't,” he warned softly, with a little shake of the head.
“You love it when I touch you like that,” protested Duke, and he reached for Nathan's other wrist.
“I do,” agreed Nathan, and he left his arm where it was for just a moment, just long enough for a blast of sensation from Duke’s nimble fingers, and then he pulled his arm away. “But not here,” he finished.
“Nate,” said Duke. “It's quiet out there. It's nearly the end of the day, and everyone who is here is just thinking about going home. Besides,” he added as he shifted closer to Nathan along the desk, “I locked the door.”
That was something, but it wasn't enough. This was still his office, and there was still a window looking out to the rest of the station. Still, it was tempting; the things Duke could do with those hands. But Nathan shook his head even as Duke reached out to him again. “Please don't,” he said. “Not here.”
Duke let his hand fall back onto his own leg, but he didn't move away. He stayed exactly where he was, close enough that Nathan could feel the heat coming off his body as he spoke, close enough that he could smell the cooking oil and bleach of the kitchen at the Gull, a hint of engine oil from the Rouge or his truck, and underneath it all the familiar scent of sandalwood that somehow always clung to Duke’s skin whatever he got up to. “Later then?” Duke breathed softly. “Can I touch you like that later?”
Nathan nodded, and Duke kept talking, “Can I touch you, so softly it makes you shiver? Gives you goosebumps all over? Can I take my time undressing you? One, individual, button, at a time,” Duke spaced his words out, punctuating each gap with a tap of his fingers against his own thigh, moving up towards his crotch as he spoke. “My lips and my fingers dancing lightly over you as I go, until you're nothing but a mass of melted, writhing, wordless pleasure underneath me?”
Duke had been leaning slowly forward as he spoke in an ever more quiet tone, “Can I?” he breathed, barely audible. “Later?” he finished, both a question and a promise.
Nathan's eyes fell to Duke’s lips and he deliberately sat very still as his breath came out a little ragged. He nodded slowly. “Yes,” he replied quietly, intently, before adding a moment later, “Please.”
Duke nodded and stood up, satisfied that he had achieved what he'd set out to. “Later then,” he said with a grin, and turned and left.
Nathan didn't move as he watched him go, sat very still for a long moment as he looked at the now open door and waited for his breathing to return to normal. Duke could be so intensely …. two words came to him at once; one was ‘infuriating’ the other was ‘hot’.
Nathan looked at his desk, looked at the clock and shook his head. Then he stood and grabbed his coat on the way out.
Fuck it, the paperwork could wait.
