Fic: RPS - Untitled DB/JM for essene
I offered essene a ficlet for her birthday and she asked for David Boreanaz/James Marsters rps. I think this is actually my first attempt at this pairing. Just a little something I pulled together. This is set during filming of Angel S5.
Untitled
DB/JM (Angel RPS)
Rating: PG-13 (implied smut)
Almost 600 words
They sat on opposite ends of the couch in Angel’s office. David on the left, James on the right. Each with an arm up on the armrest, legs spread, staring straight ahead as the crew set up for their first scene.
“So you’re gonna be a ghost.”
“Yep.”
“Huh.”
...
“Well, welcome back.”
“Ta.” James was already in character.
James stood outside David’s trailer, scuffing his sneakers on the floor, pretending he wasn’t waiting until David emerged. But as soon as David opened the door, he was awake and bouncing and in David’s face. “Wanna grab a beer?”
David squinted at him, confused. They’d just spent 17 hours shooting. He wanted to go home. “Uh... not really. No.”
“Oh.” James turned to walk away.
“Hey.” James stopped and looked back. “Maybe tomorrow? If we don’t run so long?”
James nodded. “Yeah.” He slumped away and David watched him and half smiled. It should be interesting to work with James again.
“Cheers.” David clinked his bottle against James’ and brought it to his lips. He guzzled half of it then licked a drop from the edge as it slipped over the rim.
“Put that away unless you’re going to use it.”
David would have choked if he’d still been drinking. “James--“
“Don’t. I know. You’re married now. What’s past is past.”
David nodded and downed the rest of his beer while signaling the bartender that he was ready for another.
“How ‘bout a game of pool?” James tilted his head toward the tables.
“Sure.”
“You suck.”
“Not lately.”
Now it was James’ turn to stare and choke on his beer. “What?”
David blushed and studied the table even though it wasn’t his shot. It was the easiest way to avoid staring at James’ ass bent over the table as he lined up, and sunk, another ball. “Wanna talk about it?” he asked as he took aim on the eight ball. He made his shot then turned back to David and smiled. “Go again?”
“No. And no.”
James nodded and shoved his hands in his pockets, shifting his weight back and forth on his beat up sneakers.
“Let’s get out of here.”
James looked up in surprise and David just smiled and headed for the door.
“I don’t remember the last time I felt this relaxed.”
They were lying on James’s bed staring at the ceiling, fingertips just barely touching.
“Actually, I don’t even remember the last time I did this.”
James turned onto his side and traced the line of David’s hip with his fingertip. “With me? Or with anyone?”
David glanced over quickly and then back at the ceiling. “With anyone. I actually remember the last time with you.” He smiled. “My trailer after your appearance in season one. Seth popped in to say good-bye and--“ David laughed. “Man did he get an eyeful.”
James was laughing now, too. “Remember what he said?”
“Yeah,” David turned on his side and smiled at James. “ ‘Shootings over, guys. You don’t have to stay in character.’ ”
“You did have your teeth pretty deep in my shoulder. Left marks, you know.”
David rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”
James shoved him and laughed when he landed with a thud on the floor.
They were sitting on Angel’s couch again waiting for shooting to start. “Wanna get a beer later?”
David looked over and grinned. “Yeah.”
James nodded then stood up and walked to the other side of the set. He could feel David’s eyes on him the entire way. It was going to be a good season.
Untitled
DB/JM (Angel RPS)
Rating: PG-13 (implied smut)
Almost 600 words
They sat on opposite ends of the couch in Angel’s office. David on the left, James on the right. Each with an arm up on the armrest, legs spread, staring straight ahead as the crew set up for their first scene.
“So you’re gonna be a ghost.”
“Yep.”
“Huh.”
...
“Well, welcome back.”
“Ta.” James was already in character.
James stood outside David’s trailer, scuffing his sneakers on the floor, pretending he wasn’t waiting until David emerged. But as soon as David opened the door, he was awake and bouncing and in David’s face. “Wanna grab a beer?”
David squinted at him, confused. They’d just spent 17 hours shooting. He wanted to go home. “Uh... not really. No.”
“Oh.” James turned to walk away.
“Hey.” James stopped and looked back. “Maybe tomorrow? If we don’t run so long?”
James nodded. “Yeah.” He slumped away and David watched him and half smiled. It should be interesting to work with James again.
“Cheers.” David clinked his bottle against James’ and brought it to his lips. He guzzled half of it then licked a drop from the edge as it slipped over the rim.
“Put that away unless you’re going to use it.”
David would have choked if he’d still been drinking. “James--“
“Don’t. I know. You’re married now. What’s past is past.”
David nodded and downed the rest of his beer while signaling the bartender that he was ready for another.
“How ‘bout a game of pool?” James tilted his head toward the tables.
“Sure.”
“You suck.”
“Not lately.”
Now it was James’ turn to stare and choke on his beer. “What?”
David blushed and studied the table even though it wasn’t his shot. It was the easiest way to avoid staring at James’ ass bent over the table as he lined up, and sunk, another ball. “Wanna talk about it?” he asked as he took aim on the eight ball. He made his shot then turned back to David and smiled. “Go again?”
“No. And no.”
James nodded and shoved his hands in his pockets, shifting his weight back and forth on his beat up sneakers.
“Let’s get out of here.”
James looked up in surprise and David just smiled and headed for the door.
“I don’t remember the last time I felt this relaxed.”
They were lying on James’s bed staring at the ceiling, fingertips just barely touching.
“Actually, I don’t even remember the last time I did this.”
James turned onto his side and traced the line of David’s hip with his fingertip. “With me? Or with anyone?”
David glanced over quickly and then back at the ceiling. “With anyone. I actually remember the last time with you.” He smiled. “My trailer after your appearance in season one. Seth popped in to say good-bye and--“ David laughed. “Man did he get an eyeful.”
James was laughing now, too. “Remember what he said?”
“Yeah,” David turned on his side and smiled at James. “ ‘Shootings over, guys. You don’t have to stay in character.’ ”
“You did have your teeth pretty deep in my shoulder. Left marks, you know.”
David rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”
James shoved him and laughed when he landed with a thud on the floor.
They were sitting on Angel’s couch again waiting for shooting to start. “Wanna get a beer later?”
David looked over and grinned. “Yeah.”
James nodded then stood up and walked to the other side of the set. He could feel David’s eyes on him the entire way. It was going to be a good season.