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Prompt Post #1
ROUND 1
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Re: Graves/Newt -- mail delivery mix up (modern au) 2/?
(Anonymous) 2017-01-05 05:13 am (UTC)(link)Later that night, after a few more drinks and a short shower, Percival is lying in bed. His thoughts turn back to Newt, as much as he is trying to avoid that subject. He can't help but imagine what he would look like, naked and flushed all over while Graves works him open slowly. He's pretty sure Newt would be loud, but probably embarrassed by needy sounds he'd definitely be making. He can imagine Newt, knees nearly pressed to his chest as Graves work the toy into him, hiding his face in the crook his elbow as he cries out for more. Percival groans loudly, covering his face with his hand as he takes a deep breath.
Oh, hell. No one has to know what he masturbates to in the middle of the night.
“Oh, hello Percival,” Newt greets a couple days later as they come out of their apartments at the same time. He smiles brightly, eyes lifting briefly to his face before dropping away shyly.
“Good morning, Newt,” Graves returns his smile. “How have you been?”Graves asks as they walk together toward the elevator.
“Oh, the same as always,” Newt answers with a shrug. “Have you been well?”
“As well as to be expected,” Graves tells him.
Newt flashes him a small smile, cheeks faintly pink. They are alone in the elevator and Graves is wondering if Newt would realize his interest if he pushed him up against the wall and kissed him senseless. “So,” he starts instead, pushing the inappropriate thoughts from his mind, “how many animals are you hiding in your apartment right now?”
Newt flushes at that, glancing up with wide, worried eyes. “Have they been much of a bother? I know Beatrice can get a bit yappy, but I think we are making great progress on -”
“No, no. It's not a bother to me at all, Newt,” Graves assures gently. “I was just curious.” Newt relaxes at that, smile brightening.
“Oh! Well, that's good,” Newt grins. “Six, right now. But I think I found a home for Ardice...” Newt trails off as the elevator reaches the lobby. “Well, have a very good day, Percival.”
“You too, Newt.” Graves definitely doesn't check out Newt's ass he walks away.
“Good morning, Sweetie!” Queenie greets when Newt drops into the bakery on his way to work. “Having a good morning?” Her grin widens when she notices his faint blush. “Did you get my present?”
Newt turns bright red at the question, trying to shoot her a glare and failing spectacularly. She giggles happily, clapping her hands together. “Oh, good. Do you like it?” She asks this as though she gave him a sweater.
“I- Well, I-,” Newt stammers. He clears his throat, trying to ignore his burning cheeks. “I haven't used it.”
“Used what?” Jacob asks as he comes out of the back room with a tray of warm pastries. “Mornin' Newt,” he adds.
Queenie waves the question off. “Oh, never mind.”
Jacob drops it and Newt is incredibly thankful for it. He sends Queenie a long suffering look and she leans over the counter to ruffle his hair, expression almost apologetic.
It is Newt's own fault for saying anything, especially to Queenie who never leaves well enough along when she sees the opportunity to help. Although, Newt hardly sees how that gift is particularly helpful but he can tell Queenie seems to think so. He really didn't mean to say anything, but he was a little tipsy at Jacob's birthday the other week and Queenie is particularly good at getting embarrassing information out of others. It's not as though Newt hasn't been with people, well, two anyway, but still. He isn't completely inexperienced. Just, almost completely.
His inexperience isn't unknown among his close friends but he accidentally let slip his desire, which is even more embarrassing. Luckily, only Queenie was present for his confession. Although, Tina and Jacob would have just pretended they never heard Newt say he wished he could find someone to pin him down and take him roughly before very quickly changing the subject. Queenie, on the other hand, extolled the virtues of exploring ones sexuality and desires even in the absence of a partner. She told Newt he might be more comfortable voicing his needs to future partners if he was more used to acting out his fantasies on his own. Newt, more than a little embarrassed by the path the conversation took, just nodded helplessly and took another sip of his drink.
A week later, she sent him a dildo. Which is mortifying except Queenie acts as though it's the most normal thing in the world. Newt can hardly argue with her and her earnest desire to see him happy. And she does know a lot more about these types of things than Newt does. Still, he's not sure he'll actually be able to use the thing.
As he leaves the bakery, he is thinking of Percival. He hasn't failed to notice that Percival is a handsome and imposing man. He has heard some of the other neighbors call him rude and distant, though he is always very friendly and welcoming with Newt. And he asked after his animals. He's pretty sure he's seen Percival looking at him with thinly veiled lust but that hardly seems possible. Percival is composed, confident and handsome. Newt has no doubt he has experience in the arena of sex and romance. Newt imagines that Percival would be patient with him, walk him through everything slowly. He blushes at these thoughts, trying to shake them off as he walks to the animal shelter.
(Authors Note: Newt works at an Animal Shelter and is constantly bringing his work home with him, because of course he is.)
Re: Graves/Newt -- mail delivery mix up (modern au) 2/?
(Anonymous) 2017-01-05 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Graves/Newt -- mail delivery mix up (modern au) 2/?
(Anonymous) 2017-01-05 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)