Title: Untied Pairing: Greg/Clive Rating: PG-13, I think Summary: Not really much to summarize; a ficlet in three drabble-length parts. Alternating POV. I. "And totaling up the points I see that Josie and Ryan are this week's joint winners. So well done, Josie and Ryan..." Greg claps in congratulations for the cameras, then settles back to watch Clive. It's been a long day, between audience suggestions that went nowhere and a messy game of helping hands, and Greg just wants to get back to his hotel. He'll pick up some Indian food on the way there, he thinks, and he and Clive can fight over it. Neither of them is very good at sharing. It always makes for an interesting night, at least. II. Clive is standing before the mirror, getting dressed. He reminds himself that he has places to be, a life to get back to. But then there's a hand on his chest, and another, untying his tie. He glances over his shoulder and says, "Do you mind?" The reply is muffled into his back. "Entirely too many clothes, Mr. A." Greg tugs him backward, back towards the bedroom. As they stumble back, Clive realizes that it would be useless to protest. Such action would only slow things down. It's better to just go along with it. "Righty ho, Mr. P." III. Greg may have met some resistance when he lured Clive back to bed, but the tables turned quickly. His hands are bound loosely above his head with Clive's tie. Teasing touches on his stomach, cold skin on his chest where the other man's just tasted. There's a very short list of people who could get away with this. Maybe Clive's the only one on it. Boldness counts a lot in Greg's book. Greg closes his eyes, lets his other senses take him; just for a minute, he lets himself get lost in Clive. One minute, he tells himself. That's all. -- end --