Ficlet: "Circumvent"
Title: Circumvent
Author: mentalhygiene
Pairing: Bah/Pav/Buzzy (Coneheads), mostly implied
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never mine. Disney owns movie, players own themselves.
Summary: After the Norway tie and the "Herbies" skate, the Coneheads. Trying to sleep. Buzzy's POV.
I am my eyes closed and his skin shivering beneath me and his body at the back of mine.
I smell the sweat and soap and puke and tired on all of us but I don't want to move, Bah sprawled all over us both and Pav cutting off the circulation in my arm.
I taste the ice on my tongue. I taste the pain in my knees and elbows like it doesn't belong to me. Bah is supposed to be snoring, his breath heavy. Pav's breathing is always quick and hot and light. But not now. Ok so we're all breathing slow now, slow and unsteady because we're all shaking, I'm shaking and Bah's hand is twitching over my bicep and I can see Pav's fist thrown forward, clenching and unclenching.
And Pav's skin, shivering against my bare chest. And Bah, clammy on my back. And his mouth moving like he's not really thinking, his lips brushing my ear in a pattern that I know is familiar but I would've never thought to call it because it just plain was. We just know. Each other. Like we've always known each other even though we haven't, there's just something, that we mumble and shake our heads about and Brooks and Patrick just look over at each other and shrug.
"Buzzy," he murmurs while my throat is already pushing the words forward --
"Pav."
Fists unclenching,
"Bah?"
Tendons uncording,
"Buzzy..."
Gasp sucked in and huff pushed out.
"...Pav."
A sighing chorus that says: hey, hey move over, roll over--
--get off my arm, hold me--
--that hurts, that's better --
hey. Hey.
Author: mentalhygiene
Pairing: Bah/Pav/Buzzy (Coneheads), mostly implied
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never mine. Disney owns movie, players own themselves.
Summary: After the Norway tie and the "Herbies" skate, the Coneheads. Trying to sleep. Buzzy's POV.
I am my eyes closed and his skin shivering beneath me and his body at the back of mine.
I smell the sweat and soap and puke and tired on all of us but I don't want to move, Bah sprawled all over us both and Pav cutting off the circulation in my arm.
I taste the ice on my tongue. I taste the pain in my knees and elbows like it doesn't belong to me. Bah is supposed to be snoring, his breath heavy. Pav's breathing is always quick and hot and light. But not now. Ok so we're all breathing slow now, slow and unsteady because we're all shaking, I'm shaking and Bah's hand is twitching over my bicep and I can see Pav's fist thrown forward, clenching and unclenching.
And Pav's skin, shivering against my bare chest. And Bah, clammy on my back. And his mouth moving like he's not really thinking, his lips brushing my ear in a pattern that I know is familiar but I would've never thought to call it because it just plain was. We just know. Each other. Like we've always known each other even though we haven't, there's just something, that we mumble and shake our heads about and Brooks and Patrick just look over at each other and shrug.
"Buzzy," he murmurs while my throat is already pushing the words forward --
"Pav."
Fists unclenching,
"Bah?"
Tendons uncording,
"Buzzy..."
Gasp sucked in and huff pushed out.
"...Pav."
A sighing chorus that says: hey, hey move over, roll over--
--get off my arm, hold me--
--that hurts, that's better --
hey. Hey.