This is entirely too silly.
Title: Fries With That Shake
Characters: Spoony/Linkara, brief Linkara/Iron Liz
Summary: Five times Spoony catcalled at Linkara.
Rating: PG
A/N: This is so, so, so silly. And it is entirely spawned by me making jokes about stripped screws. (Okay, I came up with construction worker!Spoony, everybody else just ran with it.)
(1)
The sharp, high-pitched whistle cut through the air and Liz just grimaced.
"Hey, bring summa that over here!" Spoony motioned towards himself, a huge, cocky grin on his face. Linkara took Liz's arm gently and steered her away from the construction site. "Aw, baby, don't be like that. Come on, come gimme a lil' somethin'."
Liz was gritting her teeth and clenching her fists, and Linkara decided he'd rather not have to get her out of another assault charge. So he murmured for her to give him a second, and made his way over to Spoony, who was still grinning.
"Look," he said flatly. "I know what you think, and in most cases you'd probably be right, but she can kick your ass so would you mind not...cat- calling at her like that?"
Spoony just grinned wider and leaned on the narrow fence post. "Who said I was calling at her?"
(2)
Every day it was like this. Linkara was on his way home from work, minding his own frickin' business, and he started in. As soon as he got to the corner, and didn't stop until he was out of earshot.
"You're teasin' me!" he called, pausing to wipe sweat away from his eyes. "Comin' down here every day."
"I live here," Linkara grumbled under his breath. If there was any other way to get home he would have taken it. But there wasn't, so he was stuck.
"Aw, don't look so down, baby. C'mere, I'll cheer you up."
Linkara stopped walking. This was harassment, was what it was, and he had just about reached his limit. He turned on his heel, marched over to him, and glared into his face.
He has pretty eyes. No! Focus!
"What do you want," he said bluntly. Spoony just looked stunned, blinking a few times. "What, can you only say anything when I'm across the street and trying to get home?"
"I, uh." Spoony licked his lips. "Never really expected you to come over here."
"Well, you should have thought of that before." Linkara dug a receipt out of his pocket and scrawled his phone number on the back. "Either have the guts to call me at home like a regular person or leave me the hell alone."
And he walked away, feeling accomplished and terrified at the same time.
(3)
He had no idea what Linkara was doing to these walls, but they were wrecked.
"This is going to cost you," he said warningly. Linkara just sighed.
"Can't I start a tab? Talk you down? Promise you my first-born?"
"You could stop having hockey games in your living room." Spoony inspected a deep slice in the nearest door frame. "Or sword fights."
"What's it gonna run me," Linkara asked, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"At least three figures. At least." He cut his eyes around, a smile playing across his lips. "You might be able to convince me to knock it down."
"Oh?" Linkara gave him a bemused and slightly annoyed look as he hefted his tool belt over his shoulder.
"I'm here to inspect your plumbing, sir."
"Get out of my house."
(4)
It never failed. Spoony started whistling as soon as he saw Linkara coming, making lewd gestures whenever he was able to let go of his jackhammer.
But what he didn't know is that Linkara had been preparing himself for this mentally all day. He had no intention of rolling his eyes and walking away this time. No, this time was for real. He was making this happen.
Instead of going to the light as he normally did, he turned and went down the sidewalk, stopping at the orange plastic where Spoony was standing.
"Nice tool," he said blithely, and Spoony blinked at him.
"Yes, it is," he said after a moment. "Tends to wear me out, though."
"I can imagine. It looks awfully heavy."
"It's not so much the weight as the motion. My arms tire out fast."
"And you're all sweaty, too."
"Physical exertion'll do that to you."
"Oh, I couldn't imagine. I'm pretty sedentary, myself."
"There's quite a bit of science to it. I'd love to explain it to you some time."
"I'd love to hear it."
"Meet me here in a few hours, we'll go someplace quieter."
"Sounds like a plan."
Linkara all but skipped away, leaving Spoony wondering just what had happened.
(5)
Spoony trudged towards the parking lot, every muscle in his body screaming. It had been a long, hot, exhausting day, and in none of the ways he would have preferred. He just wanted to go home, take a shower hot enough to untwist the knots in his arms and legs, and sleep until he didn't feel like pulverized meat. Which might take a while.
He reached his truck and stopped short, not having expected to see a figure leaning against the driver's side door.
"Hey, you," he said when he realized who it was.
"You sound exhausted."
"Only because you've been running through my mind all day." That made Linkara laugh, and he moved to take Spoony's tool bag from him.
"Maybe I should drive."
"Good idea, I wouldn't be able to keep my eyes on the road with you around."
"You...you don't ever quit, do you?"
"You first." Linkara rolled his eyes, made a frustrated noise, and pulled him in for a quick kiss.
"Get in the truck."
"Aw, but I wanna watch you climb in first."
"I should have kept walking."
Characters: Spoony/Linkara, brief Linkara/Iron Liz
Summary: Five times Spoony catcalled at Linkara.
Rating: PG
A/N: This is so, so, so silly. And it is entirely spawned by me making jokes about stripped screws. (Okay, I came up with construction worker!Spoony, everybody else just ran with it.)
(1)
The sharp, high-pitched whistle cut through the air and Liz just grimaced.
"Hey, bring summa that over here!" Spoony motioned towards himself, a huge, cocky grin on his face. Linkara took Liz's arm gently and steered her away from the construction site. "Aw, baby, don't be like that. Come on, come gimme a lil' somethin'."
Liz was gritting her teeth and clenching her fists, and Linkara decided he'd rather not have to get her out of another assault charge. So he murmured for her to give him a second, and made his way over to Spoony, who was still grinning.
"Look," he said flatly. "I know what you think, and in most cases you'd probably be right, but she can kick your ass so would you mind not...cat- calling at her like that?"
Spoony just grinned wider and leaned on the narrow fence post. "Who said I was calling at her?"
(2)
Every day it was like this. Linkara was on his way home from work, minding his own frickin' business, and he started in. As soon as he got to the corner, and didn't stop until he was out of earshot.
"You're teasin' me!" he called, pausing to wipe sweat away from his eyes. "Comin' down here every day."
"I live here," Linkara grumbled under his breath. If there was any other way to get home he would have taken it. But there wasn't, so he was stuck.
"Aw, don't look so down, baby. C'mere, I'll cheer you up."
Linkara stopped walking. This was harassment, was what it was, and he had just about reached his limit. He turned on his heel, marched over to him, and glared into his face.
He has pretty eyes. No! Focus!
"What do you want," he said bluntly. Spoony just looked stunned, blinking a few times. "What, can you only say anything when I'm across the street and trying to get home?"
"I, uh." Spoony licked his lips. "Never really expected you to come over here."
"Well, you should have thought of that before." Linkara dug a receipt out of his pocket and scrawled his phone number on the back. "Either have the guts to call me at home like a regular person or leave me the hell alone."
And he walked away, feeling accomplished and terrified at the same time.
(3)
He had no idea what Linkara was doing to these walls, but they were wrecked.
"This is going to cost you," he said warningly. Linkara just sighed.
"Can't I start a tab? Talk you down? Promise you my first-born?"
"You could stop having hockey games in your living room." Spoony inspected a deep slice in the nearest door frame. "Or sword fights."
"What's it gonna run me," Linkara asked, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"At least three figures. At least." He cut his eyes around, a smile playing across his lips. "You might be able to convince me to knock it down."
"Oh?" Linkara gave him a bemused and slightly annoyed look as he hefted his tool belt over his shoulder.
"I'm here to inspect your plumbing, sir."
"Get out of my house."
(4)
It never failed. Spoony started whistling as soon as he saw Linkara coming, making lewd gestures whenever he was able to let go of his jackhammer.
But what he didn't know is that Linkara had been preparing himself for this mentally all day. He had no intention of rolling his eyes and walking away this time. No, this time was for real. He was making this happen.
Instead of going to the light as he normally did, he turned and went down the sidewalk, stopping at the orange plastic where Spoony was standing.
"Nice tool," he said blithely, and Spoony blinked at him.
"Yes, it is," he said after a moment. "Tends to wear me out, though."
"I can imagine. It looks awfully heavy."
"It's not so much the weight as the motion. My arms tire out fast."
"And you're all sweaty, too."
"Physical exertion'll do that to you."
"Oh, I couldn't imagine. I'm pretty sedentary, myself."
"There's quite a bit of science to it. I'd love to explain it to you some time."
"I'd love to hear it."
"Meet me here in a few hours, we'll go someplace quieter."
"Sounds like a plan."
Linkara all but skipped away, leaving Spoony wondering just what had happened.
(5)
Spoony trudged towards the parking lot, every muscle in his body screaming. It had been a long, hot, exhausting day, and in none of the ways he would have preferred. He just wanted to go home, take a shower hot enough to untwist the knots in his arms and legs, and sleep until he didn't feel like pulverized meat. Which might take a while.
He reached his truck and stopped short, not having expected to see a figure leaning against the driver's side door.
"Hey, you," he said when he realized who it was.
"You sound exhausted."
"Only because you've been running through my mind all day." That made Linkara laugh, and he moved to take Spoony's tool bag from him.
"Maybe I should drive."
"Good idea, I wouldn't be able to keep my eyes on the road with you around."
"You...you don't ever quit, do you?"
"You first." Linkara rolled his eyes, made a frustrated noise, and pulled him in for a quick kiss.
"Get in the truck."
"Aw, but I wanna watch you climb in first."
"I should have kept walking."