Battle Lines of Communication (1/1)

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Title: Battle Lines of Communication
Author: just1tearforme
Rating: G
Words: 500, short little one-shot.
Summary: When confronted, sometimes the desperate man must seize temptation or perish.

Battle Lines of Communication

“Say it! Why won’t you just say those three little words?”

 Annoyance radiated off his lover nay boyfriend of nine and a half months. Nick squashed the impulse to chide Greg into relaxing his body before he pulled something, but once his arms folded tightly across his chest… Well, he knew to keep his mouth shut.

 “Will you just say it? It’s not that hard,” Greg cried frustratedly.

 “No, I’m not going to just to appease you.” Apparently last night’s discussion wasn’t officially over – although the sex afterwards should have been a clue. Leaning back against the table, “I think we toss that phrase around too easily these days. It’s become so cheapened and insincere. We say ‘I love my dog. I love my phone. I love; I love; I love; I love…’ and it’s a throwaway. Throwaway comment; throwaway commitment. Hell, if you haven’t said love in a sentence by the third date then something’s wrong – Why in the hell should you claim to love anyone that quickly?!” Nick grimaced, “There isn’t any reason! And love, the meaning becomes hollow. You know, I was taught that love was the highest form of expression between two people. So I don’t say ‘I love you’ readily. I’m not willing to make it less special or demean the relationship we have.” He wrapped an arm around Greg’s waist. “This isn’t a comment on your supposed social worth or anything. I care for you too much - more than I ever could say. When the time is right I’ll say it, okay?” Regardless of any passersby, Nick kissed Greg’s temple tenderly.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t having it as he twisted away, arms still crossed. “That’s nice and all, but that’s not the right answer. The correct answer is: I’m sorry Greg.” He punctuated each word with a tick on his fingers. “I’m. Sorry. Greg. More specifically, I’m sorry Greg for using the last of the coffee yesterday and forgetting to tell you so you couldn’t get any replacement at the store after shift and therefore didn’t get your post-wakeup coffee. And we couldn’t stop because we were going to be late to work – which, by the way only has black sludge masquerading as coffee because you’re out of grounds here as well. Nor will you get coffee any time soon because we’re due on scene with people waiting on us so there isn’t time to stop. So you won’t get any coffee today at all!” Greg glared at Nick, eyes narrowed and lips pursed. None of the lab techs were peering out towards the break room eavesdropping like usual. In fact, the lab for once had gone completely silent. Too silent.

Nick took the last refuge of a desperate man, “… I love you…”

Comments

[jettblack0110.livejournal.com]

Oh lord, I adore this story.
Leave it to Greg to be pissed about coffee. I would be too, I'm not gonna lie. I'm a bear without at least one cup in the morning.
Very cute, I feel sort of bad for Nick.

[devo79.livejournal.com]

I really thought they would end it right there...

But then it's about coffee?!

LMAO

[wojo62.livejournal.com]

That was adorable, I never would have guesses it was about coffee! Great job.