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“Wedge, hand me the pliers, would you?” Cid asks.
A much larger hand than he was expecting hands over the delicate needle-nose pliers, “you sure your hands are up for such a task, Garlond? Wouldn’t want to break the wires with your oven mitt hands.”
Cid looks up from his magnifying lenses, “I think you’ll find that my hands are more than up to the task of such delicate work, Nero. Besides, I heard no complaints about my “oven mitt hands” last night.” He grins as Nero flushes slightly at the memory.
“Fine, but I’ll make sure you don’t ruin all my hard work.” Nero sits on the workbench and carefully inspects Cid’s delicate work twisting wires together and properly soldering the thin strips of copper.
There is something about Cid’s hands…the size that completely engulfs Nero’s face when he pulls him in for a kiss, the strength behind handshakes or shoulder clasps, and the gentleness whenever he smooths Nero’s hair back or holds his hand. But, the thing that truly gets Nero to squirm on that table is the dexterity. Even though Cid’s hands are large and scarred, they do such delicate and nimble work with ease. He watches Cid gently hold two wires out of the way while working on two more in close proximity, the fire from the soldering tool narrowly missing his fingertips.
Nero flushes more and adjusts himself on the table, remembering how those fingers felt on his skin and…other locations the night before.
*”Right there?”*
*”You know it’s bloody ‘right there’, you insufferable maaaa-”*
“-Nero?”
Nero snaps himself out of his fantasy, realizing his pants are far tighter than they were a few moments ago. “Yes?”
Cid smiles patiently, “I was asking if the wiring job meets your expectations.”
Nero looks over the work and finds it to be clean, thorough, and organized. His pants grow tighter. “Acceptable, I suppose,” he scoffs as he gets off the table and starts to walk away. “I’m going to get a coffee.”
The unspoken agreement stands as Cid says, “no sugar in mine today, and Nero?”
Nero turns around and meets Cid’s knowing look. “Please get my coffee *after* you take care of yourself, nothing worse than cold coffee."
Nero growls and leaves the room, already planning revenge.