A Crossover Drabble fic for Gusmas
Title: Pool Buddies
Author: mander3_swish
Word Count: 6 x 100
Fandoms/Pairings: QaF (Brian/Justin), Suits (Harvey/Mike)
Summary: Brian and Harvey shooting pool and basically 'discussing' their 'non-relationships'
A/N: I wanted to spend a little bit more of Lisa's money....
They'd been meeting up regularly, without ever planning ahead, but somehow managing to be at the same place at the same time.
Their games were like a combination of a dance and boxing match; their stealth movements around the table countered with biting remarks about everything from their play to their drink of choice to try to throw the other off-balance. It never really worked because Brian didn't know Harvey well enough to press the right buttons, neither did Harvey. Bringing up mommy/daddy issues would have been obvious, but they both knew mentioning that would give away their own skeletons.
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Brian amazed himself after the forth time they had parted ways that he hadn't yet tried to fuck Harvey in the pub's bathroom. With all the flirty, sarcastic innuendo that Harvey couldn't help but send his way, he knew Harvey was looking for something from him, but Brian just didn't know what.
They never discussed their personal lives, which was weird for Brian since he was so used to his old friends in Pittsburgh talk about nothing but their last great fuck.
But then this kid, "Mike," waltzed in one night, and Brian immediately figured everything out, more or less.
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"Mike, what are you doing here?" Harvey asked, grabbing Mike's elbow and directing him to the side of the room so they could talk more privately.
Brian watched them closely, not needing to hear the words as their body language made the conversation pretty obvious.
Harvey came over to Brian a few minutes later, Mike already waiting by the door. "Sorry Brian, I have to run. There seems to be something going wrong with a case that apparently only I can fix."
"The work of a superhero is never done," Brian joked, a somewhat familiar concept.
"Yeah, something like that."
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"So you and Mike… you guys fucking or what?" were the first words out of Brian's mouth during their next round of pool.
The question uncharacteristically caught Harvey off-guard and he missed his shot completely.
"Because if you're not, I could see it all over his face that he wants your dick in his ass, or his mouth… or both. And let me tell you, while there may be some pitfalls, I highly recommend fucking at the office. There's something so perfectly dangerous about it."
"There was one… incident… in the file room a couple of weeks ago," Harvey confessed.
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"Go on," Brian prodded.
"I'm afraid I don't kiss and tell."
"Let me know if you want any tips for keeping your young gentleman interested."
"Oh what, you're an expert?"
"Damn right. Been off-and-on happily not married to Justin for longer than I'd care to divulge." Brian looked over Harvey's shoulder and saw Justin striding towards them. "Ah here comes the ol' ball and chain now." The corners of his mouth quirked in a classic smirk.
"There you are! You said you'd be home a half hour ago," Justin chastised. "Come on, we need to get ready for the party!"
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"Coming, dear," Brian joked.
"Fuck off, Brian. It's your damn party."
"Yeah, yeah. Just trying to help my friend here with his boyfriend troubles."
"He's not my boyfriend…" Harvey protested.
"You keep telling yourself that. I certainly tried. It never quite seemed to work," Brian said, looking over at Justin.
As they walked towards the door, Harvey overhead Justin ask Brian, "So, did you fuck him? Details, I want details," and Brian's response of, "He fucking wishes." He hoped that wasn't the last he'd seen of Brian, but now he was itching to go find Mike and take him home.
Author: mander3_swish
Word Count: 6 x 100
Fandoms/Pairings: QaF (Brian/Justin), Suits (Harvey/Mike)
Summary: Brian and Harvey shooting pool and basically 'discussing' their 'non-relationships'
A/N: I wanted to spend a little bit more of Lisa's money....
They'd been meeting up regularly, without ever planning ahead, but somehow managing to be at the same place at the same time.
Their games were like a combination of a dance and boxing match; their stealth movements around the table countered with biting remarks about everything from their play to their drink of choice to try to throw the other off-balance. It never really worked because Brian didn't know Harvey well enough to press the right buttons, neither did Harvey. Bringing up mommy/daddy issues would have been obvious, but they both knew mentioning that would give away their own skeletons.
-
Brian amazed himself after the forth time they had parted ways that he hadn't yet tried to fuck Harvey in the pub's bathroom. With all the flirty, sarcastic innuendo that Harvey couldn't help but send his way, he knew Harvey was looking for something from him, but Brian just didn't know what.
They never discussed their personal lives, which was weird for Brian since he was so used to his old friends in Pittsburgh talk about nothing but their last great fuck.
But then this kid, "Mike," waltzed in one night, and Brian immediately figured everything out, more or less.
-
"Mike, what are you doing here?" Harvey asked, grabbing Mike's elbow and directing him to the side of the room so they could talk more privately.
Brian watched them closely, not needing to hear the words as their body language made the conversation pretty obvious.
Harvey came over to Brian a few minutes later, Mike already waiting by the door. "Sorry Brian, I have to run. There seems to be something going wrong with a case that apparently only I can fix."
"The work of a superhero is never done," Brian joked, a somewhat familiar concept.
"Yeah, something like that."
-
"So you and Mike… you guys fucking or what?" were the first words out of Brian's mouth during their next round of pool.
The question uncharacteristically caught Harvey off-guard and he missed his shot completely.
"Because if you're not, I could see it all over his face that he wants your dick in his ass, or his mouth… or both. And let me tell you, while there may be some pitfalls, I highly recommend fucking at the office. There's something so perfectly dangerous about it."
"There was one… incident… in the file room a couple of weeks ago," Harvey confessed.
-
"Go on," Brian prodded.
"I'm afraid I don't kiss and tell."
"Let me know if you want any tips for keeping your young gentleman interested."
"Oh what, you're an expert?"
"Damn right. Been off-and-on happily not married to Justin for longer than I'd care to divulge." Brian looked over Harvey's shoulder and saw Justin striding towards them. "Ah here comes the ol' ball and chain now." The corners of his mouth quirked in a classic smirk.
"There you are! You said you'd be home a half hour ago," Justin chastised. "Come on, we need to get ready for the party!"
-
"Coming, dear," Brian joked.
"Fuck off, Brian. It's your damn party."
"Yeah, yeah. Just trying to help my friend here with his boyfriend troubles."
"He's not my boyfriend…" Harvey protested.
"You keep telling yourself that. I certainly tried. It never quite seemed to work," Brian said, looking over at Justin.
As they walked towards the door, Harvey overhead Justin ask Brian, "So, did you fuck him? Details, I want details," and Brian's response of, "He fucking wishes." He hoped that wasn't the last he'd seen of Brian, but now he was itching to go find Mike and take him home.