A Little Birdie Told Me
Title: A Little Birdie Told Me
Fandom: RPS
Pairings: John Barrowman/Scott Gill
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This story involves real people, but as far as I know none of the events described herein actually happened, although there are references to actual events. I, obviously, don't own either John or Scott.
Summary: Scott makes a discovery about a new habit of John's.
Author's Note: Written as a cheering up present for morbid_sparks, my wonderful friend and beta.
A Little Birdie Told Me
“John?” Scott shrugs off his shoulder bag and crouches down to greet Charlie, CJ and Harris, who are tangling excitedly around his legs. He ruffles Harris under the ears. “Yes, I’ve missed you too, boys. But where is he?”
If he was home, John would normally have at least poked his head into the hallway to say ‘hi’ by now - considering the text Rhys had sent him that afternoon, Scott has his suspicions about what is distracting him.
‘I think John’s bored without you’ and a link. When he’d read the contents of the link, Scott had been half-inclined to agree; it was a good thing he’d only planned to be gone two days.
Slipping off his shoes and hanging up his coat, he pads down the hallway, the dogs skidding along behind him - they still don’t quite seem to get the idea that they can’t run like that on the smooth wooden floors.
Sure enough, he discovers John ensconced on the sofa in front of the TV, his laptop on his lap, the program blaring on the TV being mostly ignored in favour of the laptop. Scott can’t read the screen from the door, but he has a feeling he knows what is on it.
“Are you sure you only had one vodka tonic last night?” He knows John limits himself to one if he’s going to have a drink on a night before he’s working, but it could be suggested that the events of the previous night required more.
John jumps a little and looks up, noticing Scott finally. “Hey, you’re back.” He pushes the laptop over onto the arm of the sofa and beckons Scott over to join him. He leans over as soon as Scott drops onto the other side of the sofa and presses a warm kiss to his lips. “Didn’t hear you come in,” he murmurs, stealing another kiss. “Missed you.”
Scott pulls back and grins indulgently at him. “So I gathered from something Rhys pointed me to at lunchtime today.”
John reaches back and tries to shut his laptop over; Scott is faster, reaching around him to pull it onto his own lap. He pushes the screen fully open again.
Aha. He was right. The writing across the top of the main body of text reads ‘Tweets mentioning @Team_Barrowman’. As he reads - and tries not to laugh at some of the peculiar messages being directed John’s way - a little notification appears at the top telling him there had been another 32 mentions since the page had been opened.
He shakes his head and passes the laptop back to John. “I thought you said the ‘twitter thing’ was okay, but not really for you?” he reminds John as the gleeful grin spreads across his face and he clicks the relevant button to read the new responses.
“I know,” John admits, pulling his eyes away from the screen again to smile at Scott. “But, well, it started with the whole AfterElton poll thing, and then… you weren’t here and, yes I had one drink, and it turns out that twitting…tweetering… whatever it’s called, is fun!”
He swivels the laptop around on his knee so he can show Scott the screen again as he waves at it with his free hand. “And my fans seem to love it. Look at all the responses I’m getting!”
Scott nods. “Yes, I did. They do seem to be… excited.” He can’t help but smile at John’s enthusiasm, it’s infectious. “You know you’re on a very slippery slope here, don’t you?” he asks John.
John frowns at him, clearly oblivious.
“Well, you start off with an evening of answering questions and posting photos of you and the boys, and soon you’ll be posting a message to tell the world you’re eating lunch, or going to the shops.”
John bites his bottom lip and looks over at the TV, which is still showing… he’s not sure what. Scott looks over and concentrates for a few seconds - looks like another Big Brother type thing.
“What is it?” he asks, knowing John’s tells all too well after so long together.
John shrugs and clicks a link on the screen, passing the laptop back to Scott.
“Off to supermarket to get food. Yum yum,” Scott reads aloud, struggling not to laugh. “John, this is…” He snorts. “I’m not sure if I should be getting worried or not.”
“Hey!” John protests. “I’m not that bad!”
“Yet,” Scott completes for him. He gestures at the screen. “If you managed to make Nicki mad then you must be getting pretty addicted.”
“I’m not, really,” John insists. “I’m just having fun with it.”
Scott nods. “Okay, if you insist.” He pushes the laptop back at John and stands up; after the long day he’s had today, he needs a drink.
“But just so you know,” he adds, popping his head back into the living room from the hallway. “If you ever decide to stay up tweeting rather than coming to bed… you can stay on the couch.”
The End
Comments and concrit adored, as usual.
Fandom: RPS
Pairings: John Barrowman/Scott Gill
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This story involves real people, but as far as I know none of the events described herein actually happened, although there are references to actual events. I, obviously, don't own either John or Scott.
Summary: Scott makes a discovery about a new habit of John's.
Author's Note: Written as a cheering up present for morbid_sparks, my wonderful friend and beta.
A Little Birdie Told Me
“John?” Scott shrugs off his shoulder bag and crouches down to greet Charlie, CJ and Harris, who are tangling excitedly around his legs. He ruffles Harris under the ears. “Yes, I’ve missed you too, boys. But where is he?”
If he was home, John would normally have at least poked his head into the hallway to say ‘hi’ by now - considering the text Rhys had sent him that afternoon, Scott has his suspicions about what is distracting him.
‘I think John’s bored without you’ and a link. When he’d read the contents of the link, Scott had been half-inclined to agree; it was a good thing he’d only planned to be gone two days.
Slipping off his shoes and hanging up his coat, he pads down the hallway, the dogs skidding along behind him - they still don’t quite seem to get the idea that they can’t run like that on the smooth wooden floors.
Sure enough, he discovers John ensconced on the sofa in front of the TV, his laptop on his lap, the program blaring on the TV being mostly ignored in favour of the laptop. Scott can’t read the screen from the door, but he has a feeling he knows what is on it.
“Are you sure you only had one vodka tonic last night?” He knows John limits himself to one if he’s going to have a drink on a night before he’s working, but it could be suggested that the events of the previous night required more.
John jumps a little and looks up, noticing Scott finally. “Hey, you’re back.” He pushes the laptop over onto the arm of the sofa and beckons Scott over to join him. He leans over as soon as Scott drops onto the other side of the sofa and presses a warm kiss to his lips. “Didn’t hear you come in,” he murmurs, stealing another kiss. “Missed you.”
Scott pulls back and grins indulgently at him. “So I gathered from something Rhys pointed me to at lunchtime today.”
John reaches back and tries to shut his laptop over; Scott is faster, reaching around him to pull it onto his own lap. He pushes the screen fully open again.
Aha. He was right. The writing across the top of the main body of text reads ‘Tweets mentioning @Team_Barrowman’. As he reads - and tries not to laugh at some of the peculiar messages being directed John’s way - a little notification appears at the top telling him there had been another 32 mentions since the page had been opened.
He shakes his head and passes the laptop back to John. “I thought you said the ‘twitter thing’ was okay, but not really for you?” he reminds John as the gleeful grin spreads across his face and he clicks the relevant button to read the new responses.
“I know,” John admits, pulling his eyes away from the screen again to smile at Scott. “But, well, it started with the whole AfterElton poll thing, and then… you weren’t here and, yes I had one drink, and it turns out that twitting…tweetering… whatever it’s called, is fun!”
He swivels the laptop around on his knee so he can show Scott the screen again as he waves at it with his free hand. “And my fans seem to love it. Look at all the responses I’m getting!”
Scott nods. “Yes, I did. They do seem to be… excited.” He can’t help but smile at John’s enthusiasm, it’s infectious. “You know you’re on a very slippery slope here, don’t you?” he asks John.
John frowns at him, clearly oblivious.
“Well, you start off with an evening of answering questions and posting photos of you and the boys, and soon you’ll be posting a message to tell the world you’re eating lunch, or going to the shops.”
John bites his bottom lip and looks over at the TV, which is still showing… he’s not sure what. Scott looks over and concentrates for a few seconds - looks like another Big Brother type thing.
“What is it?” he asks, knowing John’s tells all too well after so long together.
John shrugs and clicks a link on the screen, passing the laptop back to Scott.
“Off to supermarket to get food. Yum yum,” Scott reads aloud, struggling not to laugh. “John, this is…” He snorts. “I’m not sure if I should be getting worried or not.”
“Hey!” John protests. “I’m not that bad!”
“Yet,” Scott completes for him. He gestures at the screen. “If you managed to make Nicki mad then you must be getting pretty addicted.”
“I’m not, really,” John insists. “I’m just having fun with it.”
Scott nods. “Okay, if you insist.” He pushes the laptop back at John and stands up; after the long day he’s had today, he needs a drink.
“But just so you know,” he adds, popping his head back into the living room from the hallway. “If you ever decide to stay up tweeting rather than coming to bed… you can stay on the couch.”
The End
Comments and concrit adored, as usual.