A perfect 10
We might have travelled in time and are back to post number 2 or this is going to be the most porny post yet. No one knows. Or no one knew. Anyway:
Here are your guidelines, as usual.
1) All fills for prompts of the earlier prompt posts go in the post the prompt was posted in. No re-posting or splitting up prompts and fills.
2) Self-prompt ( Read more... )
Here are your guidelines, as usual.
1) All fills for prompts of the earlier prompt posts go in the post the prompt was posted in. No re-posting or splitting up prompts and fills.
2) Self-prompt ( Read more... )
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Also, apologies for any discrepancies with the prompt--I was working from memory and forgot some of the details.
"I don't think I understand," James said, a good thirty seconds after they'd finished telling him what they needed from him. "I mean, you want me to what?"
Nick Clegg (the Deputy Prime Minister, for fuck's sake! Sitting across from James as though this kind of shit happened every day) looked at him, deeply nonplussed. David Laws, standing by the door, huffed impatiently at him, eyes narrowed.
"Don't play stupid, James," he said. "Nick was perfectly clear."
Well. Yes. But--
James had been pretty surprised when he'd received the urgent summons to Cowley Street --these days, politics was something he did at election time, like some holiday Christian--and even more so to discover that the highly urgent, highly confidential meeting was with the Deputy Prime Minister and Chief ( ... )
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"You know we can't do this without James's co-operation," Nick said to him. The look that they exchanged made James feel impossibly young.
They wanted him to feign a relationship with David, to draw attention away from the real one that was going on. It wasn't like he hadn't--well, yes, he'd fantasised about David. Extensively, even. And it hadn't been the any-mouth-will-do kind of fantasising, either.
"But people know I don't do long-term relationships," he said, still feeling almost lightheaded with confusion. "Or closet cases."
"If you were dating a genuine closet case," Nick pointed out, "you'd hardly tell them so."
There were times when James hated logic.
"Obviously I'll do everything I can to keep your exposure in the media to a minimum," David said. "You were just the only plausible candidate."
I wasn't thinking about me! James thought indignantly, and then stopped, a little shocked at himself. He really hadn’t been, in the ( ... )
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James paused the television when he heard the door unlock--he’d only been staring at it anyway--but didn’t get up. His dad never did when his mum got in from work, though James had the distinct impression that being in a relationship with someone like David Laws would be nothing at all like domestic monogamy.
“In here,” he called quietly, and David came in looking a little as though he’d never seen James’s place before, rather than having moved out of it just nine months ago.
David never looked uncertain. He just didn’t. Fuck you, Nick Clegg, James thought, You’re supposed to love the man, right? “Dump your bag anywhere,” was all he said, as though this were any other day. “I’m just getting myself a drink. Want one ( ... )
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David was sharing his bed.
Or would be, when he emerged from the bathroom in a few minutes’ time. James, sat on the edge of it in tracksuit bottoms and an old t-shirt in lieu of pyjamas, couldn’t help but wonder if this was taking plausibility slightly too far.
Nobody was peering inside the bedroom window, as far as he knew. And there was a perfectly adequate spare room across the landing, but David had insisted, had told him it had to look convincing, and that meant that in a few minutes David would be sharing his bed ( ... )
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He woke with a start a few hours later, heart racing but unable to say what had woken him.
The clock said a little after three. James blinked at it, straining his ears, but all he could hear were the normal noises of the London night. He relaxed back in the bed, half-certain that it was a false alarm, and it was only when he himself relaxed again that he realised he could feel faint tremors shaking the bed, coming from the figure on its other side.
James opened his eyes fully, blinking in the dim light. It was never really dark in London, and he had no trouble making out where David lay beside him, huddled into an impossibly small ball, knees drawn up to his chest, trembling almost imperceptibly.
Shit, he thought, and then, This is where we don't get involved. He forced himself to relax and closed his eyes again. There wasn't a lot he could do--at least, not that wouldn't involve him being frozen out of his own bed by an angry, distraught midget. But he could still feel the ( ... )
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Poor Jamie. Poor David. Nick I feel sorry for you but you're a bit of a dick and I now want to lead an uprising and replace you with Tessa.
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