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22 October 2007 @ 02:26 am
Drink Fetish BEGINZ  
BWAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! This is for the love of Sergeant Deskjob. This is a bit slow-moving, because I have to go to bed, and I wanted to get this little characterization set up before I forget it.

This uses some OC's:

Kels | Adrian | Duncan

TITLE: Elevation Level 1
RATING: PG-13, possible NC-ish-ness later
PAIRING(S): Nicholas/Danny, Adrian/Duncan, Liam(Deskjob)/Adrian/Duncan, Nicholas/Liam, Liam/Danny, Kels/Liam/Nicholas
WORDS: 562
A/N: A concert. A cafe. Some soul-searching between old friends becomes a little bit more, and may even serve to sever ties and build new bridges. Will Nicholas move back to London? Will Adrian or Duncan move out to Sandford? Or will they go together? Who will end up with whom, and where? And who will end up dead?



“Fuck the tea, we’ve gotta go, mate.”

They were going to a concert, and by ‘they’ Liam meant Kels and Adrian and Duncan and himself. Two gay-hags and two married men, though their labels could be switched carelessly and still apply.

The thought made Liam smile against the porcelain cup lodged securely between his lips, focusing on swallowing so as to not start laughing uproariously; tea-fucking had become one of their time-honored expressions used to humiliate Liam and his ‘special’ love of tea and the careful way he took to imbibing it.

Duncan said once it looked like he was giving the cup a blowjob, and then, becoming so bothered by the way his newly-promoted Inspector insisted on drinking, had bitten Liam on the neck from behind to prove his point: Liam was one sexy drinker.

It was also no secret that Duncan wanted Liam in on his and Adrian’s sex life. Pronto.

“You said we had pit tickets.”


“So…no matter when we get there, we’ll just be in the crush. And I’m in no hurry to get sandwiched…by people I don’t know, at least.”

Liam calmly went back to groping the edge of his cup with his lips, hooking the cup in his mouth with his teeth so as to wave his hands in Adrian’s face.

“Fnat ouddadih,” Liam mumbled.

“Sorry, what?” Adrian asked, cocking an eyebrow as he stood up from the kitchen table. Checking his watch suddenly, Adrian cursed to himself before turning his face toward the ceiling and yelling, “Dunc, get your pretty arse down here, bastard!”

“M’comin!” Duncan’s voice preceded him down the stairs, followed by a thunderous crash of footsteps and a cacophonous bang as Duncan leapt over the last three stairs and nearly slammed into the front door.

“You’re going to break something,” Adrian sighed, rolling his eyes as Duncan kissed him on the corner of his mouth.

“Aaw, c’mon, y’break me ‘nuff t’make up ferit, don’cha?” Duncan smiled at Adrian before winking at Liam and Kels, both seated at the kitchen table.

Adrian noticed the winking and did not appreciate it. He knew Duncan was flighty; he’d been through four relationships during the World Cup alone, and of the sixteen different partners he’d claimed to have (only thirteen were confirmed), only Adrian had lasted more than a month. In fact, they were nearing the five-year mark, and while Duncan seemed to be going stir-crazy at times, Adrian was sure it was true love. He did not appreciate Duncan encouraging leads with anyone else, and subsequently picked fights with his friends more often than he’d care to.

It was for that reason that he grabbed Duncan about the waist and yanked him in, biting him on the neck and growling, “I’ll break you right now, mo chuisle.”

“Oooh, Addy’s got abit a’th’Irish innim, enne’?” Duncan giggled, enjoying the embrace for only a moment before snagging the tickets out of Adrian’s back pocket and disappearing like a puff of smoke, reappearing between Kels and Liam before any of them could really register his moving at all. “These r’why Addy’s th’best,” he explained, handing a ticket to each of his friends.

“They’re impossible to get,” Adrian explained, shoving his hands in his pockets as he tried to restrain his tongue, nearly grimacing at the three of them. “U2 doesn’t play here too often, y’know.”
Current Mood: flirtyflirty
mikes_grrl on October 22nd, 2007 12:24 pm (UTC)
Oi! So cute! My my my but you DO like the pretty boys, don't you? Lawd...

Nice set up. I am waiting though, OH so patiently, for the Nick/Liam and the Liam/Danny. You do know how to push my buttons. Evil, you are...and how I do lurv that.

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stelluci: brokebackstelluci on October 22nd, 2007 06:29 pm (UTC)
Billy Boyd is Dominic Monaghan's, now and forever.
lacking in glittertawg on October 22nd, 2007 08:54 pm (UTC)
Who will end up with whom, and where? And who will end up dead?
This had me laughing. And the rest had me making happy noises. Ah, flirtation-ridden domestic scenes can be so hard to come by...
mikes_grrl on October 22nd, 2007 08:57 pm (UTC)
Well that's a damn challenge if I ever heard one...hmmmm...

(still and all, don't think I could compete with the cuteness of above fic. Not at all. I'd have them all laying in pools of grief-striken tears first...)
lacking in glitter: subtexttawg on October 22nd, 2007 09:32 pm (UTC)
Would they be domestic pools of grief-stricken tears?

And you're 'subtle hint' run is pretty cute.
stelluci: WLOLstelluci on October 23rd, 2007 02:29 am (UTC)
I was listening to As The World Turns as I was writing it...BWAHAHAHAHAAAA Soap operas.
zombie survivalistbeccavox on November 15th, 2007 11:13 pm (UTC)
I've been waiting to read this one...ignoring work tonight means that I will finally do so.

I do like your choice of visuals. But DM/BB make me think a bit of Ant and Dec and I don't wanna go there...