Fic: Election Night
Title: Election Night
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: Historical RPF - don't sue or whatevs
Summary: Kit and Will watch the US election.
“Dickweasels.”
Will looked up from his laptop and frowned at the man on the sofa. Kit was watching the American election coverage and had been doing so for several hours. His already mad hair now looked rather like he’d come fourth place in a Mick Hucknall look-a-like contest, and the numerous cans of Red Bull littered around the carpet gave Will incredible feelings of alarm.
“I mean, actual dickweasels.” Kit said again, as though concerned his original exclamation had not quite been heard.
Will sighed, half closed his laptop and turned on his “dealing with Kit’s whims” mode. “Who are dickweasels?” He asked, getting the distinct feeling he was going to regret doing so.
“Americans.” Kit huffed in response, sinking back onto the sofa and folding his arms petulantly. A resulting flail from his fluffy socked foot sent an empty can clattering into the leg of the coffee table. The cat ran from the room, startled. Will was always impressed at a cat’s ability to wake up so suddenly from sleep, he kind of wished both he and Kit could inherit that trait from their cat by osmosis or something, but science wasn’t quite that advanced.
“I think that’s something of a generalisation, but go on.” Will prompted, feeling the need to rest his chin on his hands.
“I mean look at this.” Kit pointed dramatically at the television. “Prick Romney is winning this election.”
Oh. That explained a few things. Will shut his laptop all the way and put it on the floor then thought better of it and went to put it on the dining table in the next room. Rather shamefully he’d spent far too much money in the past year or two on replacing screens after standing on them or tripping over them or generally spilling numerous cups of tea of them.
“That’s…not good?” He offered, coming over to sit next to his slightly manic partner.
“William, your knowledge of the world outside the theatre is pitiful.” Kit huffed but Will knew from experience that Kit’s huffs in his general direction were mostly intended with fondness in mind. He adopted his best expression of innocent confusion and waited for Kit to offer an explanation.
Kit sighed. “Will, this guy wants to make it illegal for gay people to get married.”
“But… he can’t, can he?” Will asked, feeling a little bit desperate all of a sudden.
“He kind of can, and make it so that anyone already married, is no longer married.” Kit sighed again, his despondence would be hilarious in any other situation but even Will wasn’t that socially inept. (Though he suspected Kit wouldn’t agree with him after that time he’d been to Kit’s Mum’s house for a family birthday and had tripped and sent the birthday cake flying into a wall. He’d never lived that down, Kit’s littlest sister thought it endlessly hilarious.)
“Even Neil Patrick Harris and David Burtka?” Will asked because he couldn’t think of anything serious and political to say.
Kit stared at him. “Yes.”
“And Ellen and Portia?”
“Yes.” Kit nodded, giving Will a very odd look.
“Elton and David?” Will half wailed.
“Will.” Kit began in all seriousness. “Have you been reading my Cosmos?”
Will actually felt the blush taking over his face. “I was just trying to keep up with you when you rant on about all these people.” He tried to defend himself but Kit was so close to giggling he was positively vibrating.
“Alright, shush.” Will pouted, folding his arms and sitting back on the sofa. “What’s going to happen with this election?” He asked sulkily.
Kit stopped giggling and Will thought he rather missed the sound, if only to cover the noise of the cat coughing up a hairball under the coffee table. He shuffled closer to Kit and kissed his jaw, he felt stubble under his lips and idly wondered how long Kit had been awake.
“We just have to hope Obama wins.” Kit shrugged. “Or else we’re going to have to open a sanctuary for waifs and gays.”
Will snorted. “I’m not giving up writing to care to sew together sparkly trousers and feathery boas.”
Kit laughed. “Good point. Maybe we can be like, managing directors or something and sit around looking pretty.”
“Ah much better idea. Obviously I’d be prettier.” Will said with a grin.
Kit smacked him in the face with a pillow and the resulting pillow/tickle fight left them both panting and breathless. Will would have happily delved into several other interesting activities but unfortunately at that moment Illinois decided to vote for Obama and Kit did a little happy dance and jumped off the sofa, which kind of ruined the mood somewhat.
Will rolled his eyes and gave up, resigning the rest of his night to watching the election results.
“Coffee?” He asked, strolling to the kitchen.
Kit nodded absently and swore violently when some state or other voted red.
Will made the coffee extra strong, it was going to be an exceptionally long night.
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: Historical RPF - don't sue or whatevs
Summary: Kit and Will watch the US election.
“Dickweasels.”
Will looked up from his laptop and frowned at the man on the sofa. Kit was watching the American election coverage and had been doing so for several hours. His already mad hair now looked rather like he’d come fourth place in a Mick Hucknall look-a-like contest, and the numerous cans of Red Bull littered around the carpet gave Will incredible feelings of alarm.
“I mean, actual dickweasels.” Kit said again, as though concerned his original exclamation had not quite been heard.
Will sighed, half closed his laptop and turned on his “dealing with Kit’s whims” mode. “Who are dickweasels?” He asked, getting the distinct feeling he was going to regret doing so.
“Americans.” Kit huffed in response, sinking back onto the sofa and folding his arms petulantly. A resulting flail from his fluffy socked foot sent an empty can clattering into the leg of the coffee table. The cat ran from the room, startled. Will was always impressed at a cat’s ability to wake up so suddenly from sleep, he kind of wished both he and Kit could inherit that trait from their cat by osmosis or something, but science wasn’t quite that advanced.
“I think that’s something of a generalisation, but go on.” Will prompted, feeling the need to rest his chin on his hands.
“I mean look at this.” Kit pointed dramatically at the television. “Prick Romney is winning this election.”
Oh. That explained a few things. Will shut his laptop all the way and put it on the floor then thought better of it and went to put it on the dining table in the next room. Rather shamefully he’d spent far too much money in the past year or two on replacing screens after standing on them or tripping over them or generally spilling numerous cups of tea of them.
“That’s…not good?” He offered, coming over to sit next to his slightly manic partner.
“William, your knowledge of the world outside the theatre is pitiful.” Kit huffed but Will knew from experience that Kit’s huffs in his general direction were mostly intended with fondness in mind. He adopted his best expression of innocent confusion and waited for Kit to offer an explanation.
Kit sighed. “Will, this guy wants to make it illegal for gay people to get married.”
“But… he can’t, can he?” Will asked, feeling a little bit desperate all of a sudden.
“He kind of can, and make it so that anyone already married, is no longer married.” Kit sighed again, his despondence would be hilarious in any other situation but even Will wasn’t that socially inept. (Though he suspected Kit wouldn’t agree with him after that time he’d been to Kit’s Mum’s house for a family birthday and had tripped and sent the birthday cake flying into a wall. He’d never lived that down, Kit’s littlest sister thought it endlessly hilarious.)
“Even Neil Patrick Harris and David Burtka?” Will asked because he couldn’t think of anything serious and political to say.
Kit stared at him. “Yes.”
“And Ellen and Portia?”
“Yes.” Kit nodded, giving Will a very odd look.
“Elton and David?” Will half wailed.
“Will.” Kit began in all seriousness. “Have you been reading my Cosmos?”
Will actually felt the blush taking over his face. “I was just trying to keep up with you when you rant on about all these people.” He tried to defend himself but Kit was so close to giggling he was positively vibrating.
“Alright, shush.” Will pouted, folding his arms and sitting back on the sofa. “What’s going to happen with this election?” He asked sulkily.
Kit stopped giggling and Will thought he rather missed the sound, if only to cover the noise of the cat coughing up a hairball under the coffee table. He shuffled closer to Kit and kissed his jaw, he felt stubble under his lips and idly wondered how long Kit had been awake.
“We just have to hope Obama wins.” Kit shrugged. “Or else we’re going to have to open a sanctuary for waifs and gays.”
Will snorted. “I’m not giving up writing to care to sew together sparkly trousers and feathery boas.”
Kit laughed. “Good point. Maybe we can be like, managing directors or something and sit around looking pretty.”
“Ah much better idea. Obviously I’d be prettier.” Will said with a grin.
Kit smacked him in the face with a pillow and the resulting pillow/tickle fight left them both panting and breathless. Will would have happily delved into several other interesting activities but unfortunately at that moment Illinois decided to vote for Obama and Kit did a little happy dance and jumped off the sofa, which kind of ruined the mood somewhat.
Will rolled his eyes and gave up, resigning the rest of his night to watching the election results.
“Coffee?” He asked, strolling to the kitchen.
Kit nodded absently and swore violently when some state or other voted red.
Will made the coffee extra strong, it was going to be an exceptionally long night.