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cabinpres_fic ([personal profile] cabinpres_fic) wrote2012-05-29 05:28 am

Prompting Post V

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Fill: 5 times Martin failed to have his first shag and the 1 time when he did (3/4)

[personal profile] fractionallyfoxtrot 2012-06-28 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
And One

“I’ve never seen an orchestra perform.”

“An orchestra?”

“You know, a real orchestra with violins and trumpets and those horns where the tubing’s all twisted and the musician sticks their hand in the opening. How could I write about classical music if I’ve never seen an orchestra perform, let alone know what the twisty tubed horn is called?”

Nate paused in his scrubbing of the dinner dishes to shake his head at the gap in his knowledge.

Martin chuckled, stretching his arms above his head as he reclined on the couch. He didn’t understand Nate’s desire to know everything; the writer was always working under the assumption that he might one day need to write about a topic that he never found the time to expose himself to. Martin assumed that worry was what drove Nate’s love of conversation. Nate loved to converse, often going beyond standard topics and asking Martin odd questions like ‘Do you think everyone should be made to write poetry?’ or ‘In what part of the world did you think the sky looked the best?’. Martin did his best to answer and, to his credit, Nate always listened.

This was their fifth date. Martin had been away from Fitton for almost two weeks and he was pleased when Nate insisted he come over for dinner on his first night back. It was the first time anyone had offered to cook dinner for Martin. It was also his first time in Nate’s flat. It was small and in disarray--books, magazines, newspapers, and notebooks were stacked over every surface--but Martin was warm, well fed, and in good company; there was nowhere else he’d rather be.

“I’ve never tried to learn a musical instrument either,” Nate added. He glanced back at Martin and asked, “Have you?”

“No,” Martin answered. Nate shrugged and Martin’s gaze lingered on his shoulders as he turned back to the dishes. “Caitlyn took piano lessons but I was never interested.”

Martin settled more comfortably onto the couch; it was relaxing to watch Nate wash the dishes he’d refused Martin’s help with. The sound of running water provided a soothing background to Nate’s discussion about the importance of music in relation to literature. The other man constantly moved while he worked, gesturing with his soapy hands while he talked or unconsciously swaying his hips as he scrubbed; Martin found the sight endearing, even a bit enticing. The beer they drank over dinner also added to his ease, loosening Martin up after thirteen days of demanding clients and occasionally overbearing co-workers.

“Am I missing something?” Nate asked from the sink. “I mean, is it bad that I’ve reached this point in my life and I don’t know the difference between Bach and Beethoven?”

“I wouldn’t know, I don’t know the difference either,” Martin yawned. He leaned his head back on the couch and let his eyes fall shut as he murmured, “I’m probably the wrong person to ask, seeing as I’ve gotten this far in life and I’ve never had sex.”

The words were gone, out of his mouth and beyond his grasp, before Martin fully realized what they were. He opened his eyes and glanced around the room, hoping to find that he’d dreamed the comfort and conversation and had actually admitted his virginity to his empty attic room. It was the only time Martin had ever wished he was alone and, as the world could always be counted on to give him exactly what he did not want, Martin was still in Nate’s flat, still sitting less than ten paces away from Nate. He closed his eyes and held his breath as he waited for Nate to start talking again, desperately hoping that the other man hadn’t heard him and his slip of the tongue could pass by unnoticed.

The water in the sink stopped running.


Martin opened his eyes to see Nate turned towards him with a questioning look, dishes temporarily forgotten as water dripped off one of his hands.


“Did you say you’ve never had sex?”

“No,” Martin lied, “no, no, of course not. Why, why would I say that?”

“It’s just, it sounded like-”

“I mean, that’s a, that’s a ridiculous idea, isn’t it? A grown man who's, who’s never had sex?”

“Martin,” Nate started to say.

“It would be utterly embarrassing to be a virgin at thirty-four or, or at any age at all! Well, not any age, obviously, but, but any age at which it becomes embarrassing to, to not have had sex by, whatever it may be.”


“I certainly didn’t say that because I’m certainly not... that.”

It took every ounce of Martin’s concentration to keep the nonchalant expression on his face as he held Nate’s gaze. Nate studied him for a few moments before turning his back on Martin and returning to the dishes.

“Of course not,” Nate said with a small shake of his head. The water started to run again and Martin let out a sigh of relief. He almost choked on his own breath when Nate asked, “When was your first time?”

“What?” Martin coughed.

“When was your first time?” Nate asked again.

“I’m not sure I remember exactly-”

Nate shut off the water again and turned to face Martin, drying his hands on a towel as he leaned back against the sink.

Everyone remembers their first time, Martin.”

“When was yours?”

“I was sixteen,” Nate answered without hesitation. “It was with a girl named Grace Wilkinson. She was in the year above me at school; it was nice, I suppose. Later, I found out she only did it to get back at her boyfriend but it turned out I wasn’t really that into girls so it sort of worked out in everyone’s best interests,” he chuckled. He dropped the towel onto the counter behind him and slid his hands into his pockets. “And you?”

Martin’s mind raced as he tried to come up with a convincing fabrication. He could’ve chosen any one of his failed attempts, he remembered them just as vividly as Nate seemed to remember his first time, but Martin’s imagination couldn’t be stretched to twist the ends of those stories into anything that wasn’t an embarrassing testament to his life. Martin could feel Nate watching him expectantly but he didn’t trust himself to say anything that wouldn’t make the situation worse.

“I’d better get going,” Martin mumbled as he pushed himself to his feet.

Martin made a beeline for the front door but Nate intercepted him.

“Wait, Martin, wait.” Nate tried to grab Martin’s hand but he pulled it away and continued his advance towards the door. Nate stepped in front of him and stood in his way, barring Martin’s exit. He twisted his neck to try to meet Martin’s elusive gaze. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have put you on the spot like that. You really are a virgin, aren’t you?” Nate asked gently.

Martin didn’t answer, although he probably provided an answer by not answering. He kept his head down, eyes fixed firmly to the floor, as a flush quickly spread over his face. Nate reached for his hand again; Martin let Nate close his fingers around his own but he made no move to return the gesture.

“There’s nothing wrong with that, Martin. Is... is it by choice?”

Martin scoffed at the absurdity. “Why would it be by choice?”

“Religion,” Nate suggested, putting his other hand on Martin’s arm, “abiding by the ‘no sex before marriage’ principle. Personal preference; waiting for that right person. Asexuality; having no interest in sex.” Nate’s hand slowly slid up Martin’s arm as he talked. When it reached Martin’s face, Nate coaxed his head up so their eyes could meet. “They’re all valid reasons,” Nate assured him, a smile starting to pull at the corner of the writer’s mouth, “although there were a few things that happened on our last date that lead me to believe it’s not the last one.”

Martin made a noise that was half sigh, half awkward laugh. “It’s not a choice,” he admitted. “It just... hasn’t happened.”

“Bad circumstances?”

Horrible circumstances.”

Nate chuckled at Martin’s miserable groan and pulled him into a kiss. It was warm and comfortable, everything Martin had been before his humiliating admission slipped out. Nate pulled back from the kiss sooner than Martin liked and grinned suggestively at him.

“Did you want to give it a go?” Martin tensed in Nate’s arms causing him to move back, concern replacing the inviting smile on his face. “No?”

“No!” Martin cried, grabbing Nate with both hands to stop his retreat. “No, I mean, not no, yes but, but not yes as in yes to your ‘no.’ Yes as in yes. Yes, yes I would want to give it a go, I really would. It’s just, I, I don’t know if, what if-” Martin bit down on his lip, cutting himself off before he overheated from the embarrassment coloring his face.

Nate cocked his head in confusion. “What if what?”

“What if...”