tampered | Log: Complete

Log: Complete

When; Sept. 27 (evening)
Rating; PG-13 for language
Characters; Lee Nicholas

killerdimples, Nicholas Brocklehurst

razrsharp
Summary; A special problem requires a special kind of technician.
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Brocklehurst arrived at the Coliseum dressed down in his jeans, a t-shirt, and a simple hooded jacket, far removed from the suits he wore to work. The shock shouldn't have been much for Lee who he felt was more down to earth than most of the denizens in the City. Nicholas waited at a table near the front windows, nursing a beer and considering his early conversation with Faye in the interim. Diamonds.

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Lee arrived a few minutes later; he was dressed just as casually. On his wrist was Tony's bracelet It's a protection! because he had promised he wouldn't go out without wearing it.

How am I going to ask this? Two months ago I could barely admit being attracted to a guy, and now I'm seriously going to talk to a gay man about how to have se- His brain cut him off. No need to think about it.

He spotted the other man and sat down in front him. "Hey," he started casually.

"Lee," he offered with a smile, breaking from his own inner thoughts. Nicholas raised his beer in greeting, German lager, then took a sip of it before gesturing for the brunette to have a seat. "Hungry were you," asked the Englishman. He didn't believe this was about dinner.

"Oh, yeah, just a bit," he said, catching a waitress and ordering a burger and a beer.

He stared. How to start this immeasurably embarrassing conversation? So. Nicholas. I bet you know something about how to fuck a guy in the ass. Could you teach me without inflaming the jealous wraths of our respective boyfriends?

Definitely not that way.

"So. How old are you?"

Smooth, genius. He'll never guess you're an actor now.

Opening with an age question? Honestly. Those sharp blue eyes studied Lee for a moment, the same kind of gaze that could make a suspect sweat, but that wasn't the objective here. Nicholas found the younger man's question almost amusing. He couldn't help but smile afterward.

"Can you guess," he asked casually, then raised his chin, "forty-three in a week."

Brocklehurst felt sympathy for Lee despite not knowing his plight.

Lee shifted slightly. His eyes were so blue; he felt like they could see straight through him.

"Really? You definitely don't look it." The waitress brought his beer, which he accepted gracefully, and tried to patch over the stupid question. "How's Styles? Other than reading books on the KGB."

"I do," he countered in a casual tone, as if to reassure Lee that it was more than acceptable to call Nicholas on his age. He was a forty-three year old man, a forty-three year old spook for MI6, he bloody well looked it. Neither would he deny being in good shape for his age though. A wave of his hand gestured to the other that Brocklehurst would pick up the check.

"Well. We may not have a Russia here but whatever enriches his knowledge," he smiled. "Where's the fire, Lee."

Lee took a drink and thought of how to phrase it. "It's not really an emergency," he clarified, taking another drink. "It's....okay." he paused.

He knew he sounded awkward, and dumb, and like a teenager, and no one had ever had to explain how sex with a woman worked, but he was twenty six and he was not gonna be seen giving Tony bad sex. Felt. Whatever.

"How long have you known you liked guys?"

He watched Lee over the rim of his glass. Another question about his sexuality, only the second official inquiry really, but it was enough to have Brocklehurst questioning the City and its many ironies. He set his beer aside and rubbed the side of his neck, wondering how to answer it this time.

"Long enough, Lee. Foster must be a first for you," Nicholas deduced with a faint smirk.

Lee nodded and smiled, "I like him. It's not usual, for me to like guys."

He paused.

The pause lengthened.

And then he muttered, "This is really weird."

"Whatever you have to say, Lee, it would do you better to just say it, or ask it if that's the case," Nicholas nodded.

"I've been gay for a long time," the Englishman shrugged before taking another sip, completely relaxed on the matter. One might not have guessed he was the same man who ran the Piaculum Palace. "There's nothing I haven't heard, if that's what worries you."

"I don't know how to have sex with a guy." The words poured out of his mouth, and he felt the blood rush straight up his face. "And...I don't...want..." he stared at his beer.

"To disappoint." He stopped.

Oddly, he did feel better.

Brocklehurst did his best to withhold an outright laugh. It wasn't his intention to make light of Lee's situation, far from it, he just hadn't experienced such a phase in years. Over twenty to be exact, and how old was Lee himself?

He cleared his throat briefly then leaned forward, to contain their conversation.

"Judging from the last few days I would've thought you and Foster had already crossed that bridge," said Nicholas. "What has he told you?"

Lee avoided looking straight at the other man. Instead he muttered, "Only kind of. He told me he...he told me wants me to fuck him. Hard. But..."

God. Go, Nicholas, go, try to sound a little more pathetic, why don't you.

"Okay. It's sad, but I don't know how. And you're the only gay guy I know who isn't my boyfriend or a vampire. And I'd rather not ask the vampires, because they sort of really freak me out."

No need to mention that Tony's vampire back home had sunk his teeth in one too many times.

"I see, he prefers the bottom," said Nicholas with a straight face. He ran his fingers through his short blonde hair, playing this situation by ear. Lee wouldn't be the first he 'counseled' on the subject, but it varied from, heh, virgin to virgin.

"Aren't you from Canada? Vancouver? They've quite a community up there," said the Englishman before another sip of beer. "They write books and make movies for this sort of thing, Lee." He smiled then set his beer down again.

"Let me see your hands."

"I guess," Lee mumbled. He tried to take the pained expression off his face. He thought about it, and agreed that Tony probably didn't want to be on top. Was that a good thing?

"Yeah, I am...but you know, I kissed Tony, and three days later he disappeared, so I wasn't exactly looking into the community." Lee remembered those awful six months of wondering if Tony was dead; not knowing where he was, listening to Henry Fitzroy rage about it, worrying that Tony was hurt or dying or alone.

He pressed his hands against the table in front of Nicholas and tried to forget.

"You'll have to buffer these unless he enjoys taking initiative all the time," Nicholas remarked as he palmed Lee's hands, noting everything about his nails from the shape to the edges and his cuticles and any dirt remaining from the day. "It's important. A man with shit for nails has rough elbows for life," he smiled whether Lee understood the joke or not.

He held up his own hands for the Canadian's reference. Brocklehurst's knuckles were thick, his hands large and worked, but his fingernails were near immaculate.

"How far did you go," asked the blonde, now realizing perhaps he hadn't gotten as lucky as Nicholas initially thought.

"I guess that makes sense," Lee muttered, looking at his nails. They weren't bad - not nearly as neat as Nicholas' but at least he wasn't starting from nothing. "I have a feeling that Tony's going to want me to take the initiative more than him." Which wasn't a bad thing, really.

Lee took a swig of his beer and explained, a lot of the embarrassment and tension from earlier gone, "He went down on me. I jerked him off. The next few nights we just slept."

He wondered, briefly, if Tony wanted him to be more proactive.

"You both have been tested," asked Nicholas, a serious concern even if they were in this City where conditions like HIV and STIs barely existed.

Lee nodded. "He got checked before he left Van and hasn't had any sex here, and I got checked after-" After Henry bit him - "I had an incident with blood, and then against for every two months until I got here."

"Good man," he smiled at Lee, "condoms, lubricant?"

Nicholas assumed if Lee didn't have any Tony should, but if the latter hadn't had sex at all in the City who knew. Both were essential for a fresh couple in his opinion. Styles and Brocklehurst had ditched the rubbers years ago but they were an exclusive exception to the rule, which was less of a rule and more of a guideline.

"Your best tool in bed's going to be him, you know."

"Oh, I picked some up on my way home," He had been planning on using them, but Tony had picked up and left with Harry, "I figured, it was a safe bet. I always like to have condoms around, and lubricant...I guess it just seemed right."

Not the time to mention that he had read on some of the more intense fansites dedicated to his and Mason's characters about the stuff. He hadn't been able to make it halfway through any of it; it was too creepy to think about sex with Mason.

"Yeah...but I don't know. I wanted to give him something better than me fumbling around the first time."

His burger must have arrived by now hadn't it?

"That's a sweet sentiment to have, Lee, I assume this is a serious pursuit," Nicholas nodded. It was unlike his first meeting with Christopher, all of it pure pleasure as a perk of their professions. It took time for their relationship to become something far more serious.

"Foster's a bit uptight, I'll give you that," Brocklehurst smirked. Getting the boy to relax would be Lee's challenge. "Slow and steady, once it's in there's not much else you need to do except shag the boy silly."

There was the burger. Lee thanked the waitress with a polite little nod and took a bite. He nodded after a minute. "Yeah, I'm serious. I'm not messing around with this." He wasn't planning on turning his back on twenty six years of girls to fool around with one guy.

He laughed at Nicholas' analysis of Tony. "He is, kind of, but I don't blame him, really." He swallowed. "He's kind of had a thing for me since he started working on the show...so, a year? I think he still sort of thinks he's dreaming and that he's going to wake up and I'm going to decide I don't like boys."

That wasn't going to happen.

"It takes its toll in bed," he countered with another sip of his beer, "it's not comfortable for either of you if he isn't relaxed. I'm sure you can figure that one out on your own."

A year of star gazing? Brocklehurst had to admit it was almost ideal, one of those dream come true sort of situations as Lee mentioned of Tony. Funny that, he and Christopher were nothing like the younger pair, but Nicholas also worried that one day he might wake and Styles would be dead. All of this would be nothing more than a cruel dream, all the more reason to make of it whatever he reasonably could.

"This sort of thing requires a demonstration."

It was years of acting training that made it possible for Lee to swallow the next bite of his burger without it looking like it was a big deal.

He took a swig of beer - to make sure he wasn't going to choke on any remnants of food, because the next words out of his mouth were probably choking enough - "What do you mean?"

"With women it's called riding cowgirl," Nicholas explained just as coolly, be he could tell Lee was trying to maintain his own composure.

"Let him take control, Lee. Ask him to show you what he likes and wants you to do. You've already surprised him by coming out, don't overdo it by trying to surprise him with skills you don't have," he nodded then tipped his beer back, emptying the glass. "That's what I mean."

There was a wave of relief, because the last thing he needed was to be dragged into a live sex show of any kind.

Exactly what my relationship needs. Yes, Tony, I went with my gay boss who you have issues of him wanting me to a gay sex show. No, it wasn't so he could sex me up; we were just planning on teaching me how to have good gay sex.

"That makes a lot of sense." He finished his burger. "Sorry to dump this all on you."

"It does," he nodded with utmost confidence. Brocklehurst wasn't as arrogant as his darker half, but he took pride in knowing how to please him, and please those he'd bedded in the past. Overall, Nicholas secretly fancied himself an excellent lover. Lee was fortunate for that, whether the Canadian knew it or not. He could have failed to mention the nails after all.

"It's all right, Lee," he gave an easy smile.

Lee nodded and said, "It's still sort of surreal, you know. The City, Tony, talking to another guy about how to have sex with men..." he trailed off. "Anyway. I promised Urara that I would watch a movie with her, and your boyfriend is probably wondering where you are." He dug into his pocket and pulled out enough coins to pay for his beer and his meal.

"I really appreciate it. Strange as that may be."

"It'll be a part of your life if you intend to stick around Foster," Nicholas reminded the other, a gentleman's way of saying 'Get used to it.' He shook his head, "keep your change, Lee."

Brocklehurst did get paid a whole lot more. Lee pocketed the change and promised, "Next time it's on me."

"I'll hold you to that," he upnodded to Lee, "have a good evening."

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