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Title: Distraction
Author: achika_chan
Pairing: Linkara/SWS!Spoony
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Linkara is feeling a lot of pressure because of the Entity, and takes an opportunity for a distraction despite his better judgment.
Linkara felt like he was drowning. Everything was pressing down on him and he could barely breathe. His heart was racing and his stomach was all twisted up from worry and guilt.
He’d thought…well, he hadn’t been sure if Vyce was lying or not, but he certainly hadn’t realized how much of a threat The Entity was. And it had to have been the Entity. What else could have taken Ninja Style Dancer - injured though he was - right from under Linkara’s nose? Now Harvey was gone, too, on top of all the other random things disappearing over the city.
And now that he was taking stock, he hadn’t heard from Linksano for a suspiciously long time, either. A Junior Science kit shouldn’t have kept him that busy. Was that how Linkara rewarded Linksano for helping take down Vyce, letting him get taken by some unknowable, unspeakable evil?
It was all too much. This wasn’t something simple, like Insano and his Robotic Suicide Squirrels, or even Mechakara and his pure desire for revenge. People - his friends, people who had allied themselves with him - might be dying because he’d been too arrogant to actually ask Vyce about the Entity before it was too late. There was no guessing at its motivation, no weaknesses to exploit, not even a face to make snappy jokes at.
Linkara, in his heart of hearts, didn’t think that he was up to the task. Believed that this time…this time, it was beyond the scope of what a comic book geek could do.
He just needed everything to stop for a while, so that he could get his footing back. And somehow that led to Linkara going to a bar and trying to force things to stop with alcohol. It wasn’t healthy or smart, but…
“Hey. You look upset,” Linkara looked up and found himself staring at a familiar face. He grinned.
“Hey yourself,” Linkara said, and Spoony sat in the chair across from him, signaling for drinks.
“You don’t normally come down here,” Spoony said.
Linkara shrugged. “Things are…weird right now. I just wanted…”
“Hey, no judgment here,” Spoony said with a grin.
The waitress arrived with the drinks, and Spoony handed Linkara’s over.
“Thanks,” Linkara said, finishing the last of his old drink.
“What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t supply you with a stream of booze when you look like that?” Spoony asked.
“But you’re not my friend,” Linkara said, and Spoony faltered for a moment, his smile slipping before getting pasted back on.
“What do you mean by that?” Spoony asked.
“I’m drunk but I’m not that drunk,” Linkara said, picking up the drink Spoony had ordered for him and drinking deeply. “You’re not my Spoony,”
“You knew? Then why…?” Spoony asked, motioning to the drink.
“I need to not think tonight. That’s what you’re good at, isn’t it?” Linkara asked.
Spoony looked thoughtful for a moment, and took a sip of his drink. Then he gave a short almost self-deprecating laugh, shaking his head. He stood, and Linkara took one last drink before Spoony helped him up.
“My friend, I can promise that in 10 minutes you won’t have a coherent thought in that pretty little head of yours,” Spoony said, voice low, and he pressed a kiss to Linkara’s cheek.
“Promises, promises,” Linkara muttered, twisting to catch Spoony’s mouth with his own and kissing him desperately.
If just one kiss was enough to turn him into this breathless mass of need, Linkara had the feeling that this was going to be exactly what he needed. He did feel a bit guilty, though, about using someone with his best friend’s face and body for this. The real Spoony, his Spoony and not the smooth talker who was pulling him into the back a waiting car, would probably hate him for it if he ever found out.
But the guilt was a quick, sharp pain easily soothed away by the experienced hands currently touching him and sliding under his clothes, and the lips that were hot on his skin.
“I should have gotten you into my bed ages ago,” Spoony said breathlessly, staring at Linkara with dark eyes.
“I would have said no,” Linkara said, pulling Spoony back in for another kiss.
Spoony was as good as his word, because after that Linkara couldn’t have thought even if he wanted to.
When he woke up his head was fuzzy and he was vaguely hungover, but once he pushed through that he’d never felt better. He was sore, but in a pleasant way, and he felt a looseness in his limbs. His heart felt a little lighter, like the burden was something he’d be able to carry now.
There was some shifting next to him, and Linkara looked over. Spoony was looking at him with an expression that Linkara had never seen on that face before, and Linkara couldn’t decipher it.
“How’re you feeling?” Spoony asked.
“…Better,” Linkara said.
It was true, but now Linkara had something else to worry about. Like the terrible awkwardness he was feeling.
Spoony laughed a little. “A couple mindblowing orgasms will do that to you. Better than any meds I’ve ever been on, let me tell you,”
Linkara really should not have slept with this Not Spoony. Oh god, Spoony could never, ever find out about this.
“Want some breakfast? The room service here is pretty good,” Spoony asked, seemingly unconcerned but still watching Linkara.
“No. Thanks. I need to…” not be here “go work on a battle strategy for taking down The Entity,”
Spoony stood and slipped on a robe. “I’ll have the driver take you home, then,”
Linkara avoided looking at Spoony as he got dressed. Spoony called down and ordered himself breakfast and told the driver to get ready.
Spoony turned his attention back to Linkara as he was putting his hat back on. He gave Linkara a blatant once-over.
“Come find me the next time you have a crisis, I’ll take your mind off it,” he said.
Linkara straightened his hat. “I don’t think so,”
He didn’t see Spoony’s expression as he shut the door behind him with a loud click.
Author: achika_chan
Pairing: Linkara/SWS!Spoony
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Linkara is feeling a lot of pressure because of the Entity, and takes an opportunity for a distraction despite his better judgment.
Linkara felt like he was drowning. Everything was pressing down on him and he could barely breathe. His heart was racing and his stomach was all twisted up from worry and guilt.
He’d thought…well, he hadn’t been sure if Vyce was lying or not, but he certainly hadn’t realized how much of a threat The Entity was. And it had to have been the Entity. What else could have taken Ninja Style Dancer - injured though he was - right from under Linkara’s nose? Now Harvey was gone, too, on top of all the other random things disappearing over the city.
And now that he was taking stock, he hadn’t heard from Linksano for a suspiciously long time, either. A Junior Science kit shouldn’t have kept him that busy. Was that how Linkara rewarded Linksano for helping take down Vyce, letting him get taken by some unknowable, unspeakable evil?
It was all too much. This wasn’t something simple, like Insano and his Robotic Suicide Squirrels, or even Mechakara and his pure desire for revenge. People - his friends, people who had allied themselves with him - might be dying because he’d been too arrogant to actually ask Vyce about the Entity before it was too late. There was no guessing at its motivation, no weaknesses to exploit, not even a face to make snappy jokes at.
Linkara, in his heart of hearts, didn’t think that he was up to the task. Believed that this time…this time, it was beyond the scope of what a comic book geek could do.
He just needed everything to stop for a while, so that he could get his footing back. And somehow that led to Linkara going to a bar and trying to force things to stop with alcohol. It wasn’t healthy or smart, but…
“Hey. You look upset,” Linkara looked up and found himself staring at a familiar face. He grinned.
“Hey yourself,” Linkara said, and Spoony sat in the chair across from him, signaling for drinks.
“You don’t normally come down here,” Spoony said.
Linkara shrugged. “Things are…weird right now. I just wanted…”
“Hey, no judgment here,” Spoony said with a grin.
The waitress arrived with the drinks, and Spoony handed Linkara’s over.
“Thanks,” Linkara said, finishing the last of his old drink.
“What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t supply you with a stream of booze when you look like that?” Spoony asked.
“But you’re not my friend,” Linkara said, and Spoony faltered for a moment, his smile slipping before getting pasted back on.
“What do you mean by that?” Spoony asked.
“I’m drunk but I’m not that drunk,” Linkara said, picking up the drink Spoony had ordered for him and drinking deeply. “You’re not my Spoony,”
“You knew? Then why…?” Spoony asked, motioning to the drink.
“I need to not think tonight. That’s what you’re good at, isn’t it?” Linkara asked.
Spoony looked thoughtful for a moment, and took a sip of his drink. Then he gave a short almost self-deprecating laugh, shaking his head. He stood, and Linkara took one last drink before Spoony helped him up.
“My friend, I can promise that in 10 minutes you won’t have a coherent thought in that pretty little head of yours,” Spoony said, voice low, and he pressed a kiss to Linkara’s cheek.
“Promises, promises,” Linkara muttered, twisting to catch Spoony’s mouth with his own and kissing him desperately.
If just one kiss was enough to turn him into this breathless mass of need, Linkara had the feeling that this was going to be exactly what he needed. He did feel a bit guilty, though, about using someone with his best friend’s face and body for this. The real Spoony, his Spoony and not the smooth talker who was pulling him into the back a waiting car, would probably hate him for it if he ever found out.
But the guilt was a quick, sharp pain easily soothed away by the experienced hands currently touching him and sliding under his clothes, and the lips that were hot on his skin.
“I should have gotten you into my bed ages ago,” Spoony said breathlessly, staring at Linkara with dark eyes.
“I would have said no,” Linkara said, pulling Spoony back in for another kiss.
Spoony was as good as his word, because after that Linkara couldn’t have thought even if he wanted to.
When he woke up his head was fuzzy and he was vaguely hungover, but once he pushed through that he’d never felt better. He was sore, but in a pleasant way, and he felt a looseness in his limbs. His heart felt a little lighter, like the burden was something he’d be able to carry now.
There was some shifting next to him, and Linkara looked over. Spoony was looking at him with an expression that Linkara had never seen on that face before, and Linkara couldn’t decipher it.
“How’re you feeling?” Spoony asked.
“…Better,” Linkara said.
It was true, but now Linkara had something else to worry about. Like the terrible awkwardness he was feeling.
Spoony laughed a little. “A couple mindblowing orgasms will do that to you. Better than any meds I’ve ever been on, let me tell you,”
Linkara really should not have slept with this Not Spoony. Oh god, Spoony could never, ever find out about this.
“Want some breakfast? The room service here is pretty good,” Spoony asked, seemingly unconcerned but still watching Linkara.
“No. Thanks. I need to…” not be here “go work on a battle strategy for taking down The Entity,”
Spoony stood and slipped on a robe. “I’ll have the driver take you home, then,”
Linkara avoided looking at Spoony as he got dressed. Spoony called down and ordered himself breakfast and told the driver to get ready.
Spoony turned his attention back to Linkara as he was putting his hat back on. He gave Linkara a blatant once-over.
“Come find me the next time you have a crisis, I’ll take your mind off it,” he said.
Linkara straightened his hat. “I don’t think so,”
He didn’t see Spoony’s expression as he shut the door behind him with a loud click.