Weaknesses (Vanilla & Chocolate & Kiwi-Strawberry)
Master Work: Sparksong
Challenges/Toppings: Vanilla #20 (drinking), Chocolate #2 (rivalry/jealousy), Kiwi-Strawberry #18 (volume), Chopped Nuts topping.
Rating: T (swearing and hints at sexytimes)
Title: Weaknesses
Summary: In which Julian isn’t a social drinker, and Takky is a tease.
Notes: Technically AU, since the three characters named never have a chance to drink and be merry at the same time after two of them become lovers/friends with many many benefits.
“Another round, girls!” Irene shouted, thrusting her tankard into the air as she swayed precariously on her feet. Her voice was harsh and piercing; those around her promptly decided they weren’t drunk enough yet.
Julian tugged his sister back down before she toppled, grumbling about his fatal weakness for a tight ass, and resumed contemplation of the ounce or so of beer left in his mug.
“Hey, handsome!”
Speaking of that tight ass… The very imp who had prodded him into social drinking had reappeared. A particularly busty local girl was attached to him, giggling incessantly as he spun her around in what was obviously supposed to be a dance of some sort.
Julian rolled his eyes. Natural grace only got one so far. “Hey yourself, Takky. Thanks for abandoning me for a girl, by the way,” he said over the general noise of merrymaking.
Takky - formally Takoda, but anyone who used that name was nagged incessantly - whispered something in the girl’s ear, then slapped her backside, earning himself a saucy wink as she sauntered away. “Just because you don’t appreciate a fine tit doesn’t mean no one can,” he said, sliding into the chair on Julian’s other side. “Don’t get jealous now. This arrangement was your idea.”
“It’s not that.” Julian felt like a sullen child, saying that, but it was true. “I’m just annoyed that after all the effort it took to get me to agree to come - you know I like to drink myself to death alone - you leave me babysitting the most obnoxious drunk possible.” He waved at Irene, who had passed out drooling on the table.
“Nah, I’m the most obnoxious drunk possible. Luckily for you, all I’ve drunk is water tonight.”
“Are you trying to get beat up?”
Takky laughed. “No, but even if I do, I’ve got my…” he leaned forward as his voice dropped abruptly, “big…” his eyes slipped half-shut in that hooded, sexy way of his, “strong…” his fingers brushed over Julian’s hand, still clasped around the now-forgotten tankard, “warrior…” those fingers trailed up his arm, feather-light against his scars, “lover…” he stroked the stubble on Julian’s jaw, whispering huskily in his ear, “…to protect me.”
Julian slowly turned to stare into Tacky’s bright amber eyes mere inches from his own. A lazy but suggestive smile spread across his lips.
“Your mother would disagree with that assessment.”
Challenges/Toppings: Vanilla #20 (drinking), Chocolate #2 (rivalry/jealousy), Kiwi-Strawberry #18 (volume), Chopped Nuts topping.
Rating: T (swearing and hints at sexytimes)
Title: Weaknesses
Summary: In which Julian isn’t a social drinker, and Takky is a tease.
Notes: Technically AU, since the three characters named never have a chance to drink and be merry at the same time after two of them become lovers/friends with many many benefits.
“Another round, girls!” Irene shouted, thrusting her tankard into the air as she swayed precariously on her feet. Her voice was harsh and piercing; those around her promptly decided they weren’t drunk enough yet.
Julian tugged his sister back down before she toppled, grumbling about his fatal weakness for a tight ass, and resumed contemplation of the ounce or so of beer left in his mug.
“Hey, handsome!”
Speaking of that tight ass… The very imp who had prodded him into social drinking had reappeared. A particularly busty local girl was attached to him, giggling incessantly as he spun her around in what was obviously supposed to be a dance of some sort.
Julian rolled his eyes. Natural grace only got one so far. “Hey yourself, Takky. Thanks for abandoning me for a girl, by the way,” he said over the general noise of merrymaking.
Takky - formally Takoda, but anyone who used that name was nagged incessantly - whispered something in the girl’s ear, then slapped her backside, earning himself a saucy wink as she sauntered away. “Just because you don’t appreciate a fine tit doesn’t mean no one can,” he said, sliding into the chair on Julian’s other side. “Don’t get jealous now. This arrangement was your idea.”
“It’s not that.” Julian felt like a sullen child, saying that, but it was true. “I’m just annoyed that after all the effort it took to get me to agree to come - you know I like to drink myself to death alone - you leave me babysitting the most obnoxious drunk possible.” He waved at Irene, who had passed out drooling on the table.
“Nah, I’m the most obnoxious drunk possible. Luckily for you, all I’ve drunk is water tonight.”
“Are you trying to get beat up?”
Takky laughed. “No, but even if I do, I’ve got my…” he leaned forward as his voice dropped abruptly, “big…” his eyes slipped half-shut in that hooded, sexy way of his, “strong…” his fingers brushed over Julian’s hand, still clasped around the now-forgotten tankard, “warrior…” those fingers trailed up his arm, feather-light against his scars, “lover…” he stroked the stubble on Julian’s jaw, whispering huskily in his ear, “…to protect me.”
Julian slowly turned to stare into Tacky’s bright amber eyes mere inches from his own. A lazy but suggestive smile spread across his lips.
“Your mother would disagree with that assessment.”