I Love You

[nathalia]

Title: I Love You.
Author: Nathalia Mueller.
Rating: PG-12.
Characters: Wes, Hobbie.
Word Count: 470.
Prompt: Once the words are spoken, something may be broken.
Note: written for 31_days. Prompt for March, 11th.

"I love you."

Once the words that were never supposed to be said are spoken, Hobbie realizes that he might have just broken something very important in his relationship with Wes.

They have been lovers for years now, there had always been this strange, lingering attraction they hadn’t been able to comprehend or ignore. They have kept it to themselves, Hobbie has always lived with Wes flirting with other women while he was around, but he had always told himself that this was just how things were.

Hobbie looks at Wes. He is unusually pale, his mouth hangs open. He is obviously shocked by what Hobbie just said and he isn’t the only one. Hobbie can’t explain why he just said it.

Before anything can happen, someone makes his presence known to both men: Face Loran.

"What have you two been up to?" the leader of Wraith Squadron asks, sitting down next to Wes. "Discussing your relationship?"

Hobbie rolls his eyes. "When will you understand that acting as if we were a couple, which we obviously aren’t, hasn’t been funny for a long time now?"

"You’re in a bad mood, huh?"

"Isn’t he always?" Wes smirks.

"Good thing I didn’t come for him then. Wes, we need to talk. We have a new girl in our team and I think she would love to get to know you. So, if you want me to introduce you ..."

Wes follows Face’s gaze and his eyes focus on the woman Face is talking about. "No need to. I’ll just go over and introduce myself."

***

When Wes walks into his and Hobbie’s quarters a few hours later, Hobbie sitting on his bed barely looks up. He is still thinking about what happened earlier the day.

"Didn’t think I’d see you again today", he greets Wes who stumbles over to Hobbie’s bed and falls on it right next to Hobbie.

"The Wraiths were called away, some kind of emergency," Wes explains.

"What a pity."

Neither of the men says anything for about a minute.

"Listen, about earlier today – just forget what I said."

"Good idea," Wes agrees. "I guess it was the whisky."

"Yeah, that must be it."

"It’s not as if you’d say such a think when fully conscious."

"Nope."

"It’s good to have solved this issue. Now, we can go to the really important things."

With this, Wes pulls Hobbie closer. When Wes kisses Hobbie, his hands busy trying to take off Hobbie’s clothes, Hobbie acts like always, but he knows things will never be the same again because of what Hobbie admitted by accident. Not that they’ll ever talk about it again, they’ll work very hard on pretending it never happened, hoping that if they pretend hard enough, they will be able to forget how they feel.