Keen Eddie ficlet 1.
Nov. 21st, 2005 02:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sarrenSo, I don't have anybody's email address anymore. And that's my excuse for not being arsed not getting this beta'd. Though really, it's tiny, not even worth it. I'm not even sure where I'm going with it. And it's Keen Eddie. So feel free not to bother.
In retrospect, the timing of the question could have been better.
"Do you reckon Johnson's gay?"
Eddie wiped the splatters of tea off his face with his sleeve, grimacing. Pippin waved a handkerchief at him. It looked like it was made out of silk or something. He took it doubtfully, and started dabbing at the damp stains on his shirt. The handkerchief was even monogrammed. Jesus.
"Sorry, dude. You startled me. Why do you ask? Did he say something? Try to chat you up? What did he say? What did you say? You could have him for sexual harassment -"
"Whoa..I was just asking. Forget about it."
Pippin looked at him, eyes narrowed. 'You asked me that before, when we first met.'
Eddie wished he'd never opened his big mouth as he watched realisation dawn on his partner's face. Before he could think of a smooth way to brush the whole thing off Pippin's expression shifted. He looked solomn, yet supportive. It even looked reasonably sincere, but Eddie really didn't feel like having That Talk today, thanks very much. 'Really. It's nothing. Finish your lunch and -"
"Do you fancy him? Is this what this is about?"
"No!"
"Cos it's fine if you do, obviously. I mean it's okay if you, you know, swing that way. I'm all in favour of alternate lifestyles." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively and leered. "Actually, it's a bit of a relief, if it wasn't for the way you and Fiona pull each other's pigtails I'd have thought you were asexual."
"Shut up, Monty." he hissed, looking furtively around. Most of the customers were watching the match going on on the tv over the bar. But the group at the next table were definitely giving them funny looks. Perfect.
"I mean, how long have you been here now, a year? Unless you and Fiona are secretly shagging like minks behind Nigel's back, I'd guess the amount of sex you've been having is approximately none. Nada. Zilch. I'm right, aren't I?"
"The Lady of the Lift." snapped Eddie, goaded beyond endurance.
Pippin's mouth dropped open. At least it seemed to have stopped him talking, That was the upside. On the not so up side, Monty was looking confused, and a little betrayed. "You didn't. When did you even meet her?"
"She looked me up. Something about my name, apparently. I wasn't paying much attention, to be honest." Eddie smirked. "Except when she was moaning it, later."
"Dude, that's not cricket."
"What the hell does that mean?"
"It means she was mine, it was my name she should have been moaning."
"My name, you mean!"
"Whatever. The point is, you took advantage of that poor girl's illness."
"Oh, her thing for having sex in lifts, now you think there's something wrong with it."
"What's wrong is that I'm not the one having mindblowing elevator sex with a hot babe. But apparently, you are!"
"Look, it was just the once. Why are we even going on about it?"
Pippin sat back in his chair, smoothing his hair back behind his ear. "Good point." Then he leered at Eddie again and Eddie abruptly remembered how the whole conversation got started, He leaned his elbows on the table and put his head into his hands. "Can we just, not go there again," he groaned. "Please."
"Not a chance, my friend."
Eddie looked at him with his best puppy dog eyes. The card-carrying RSPCA member remained immune. Pippin was twinkling at him, for god's sake.
"So what exactly do you find so hot about our esteemed boss, then? His exotic good looks? His tight little arse? Ooh..that voice, like melting icecream over your nipples.."
Eddie dropped his head back into his hands. "If I shoot you, will you shut up," he mumbled.
Just then the contact they'd been waiting for collapsed into the empty seat beside Pippin. He looked like he'd been beaten up. He also looked pissed off and ready to talk.
Pippin already had his notebook out, pen poised.
Eddie breathed out a heavy, unsubtle sigh of relief.
Pippin raised an eyebrow at him. "This conversation is not over."
In retrospect, the timing of the question could have been better.
"Do you reckon Johnson's gay?"
Eddie wiped the splatters of tea off his face with his sleeve, grimacing. Pippin waved a handkerchief at him. It looked like it was made out of silk or something. He took it doubtfully, and started dabbing at the damp stains on his shirt. The handkerchief was even monogrammed. Jesus.
"Sorry, dude. You startled me. Why do you ask? Did he say something? Try to chat you up? What did he say? What did you say? You could have him for sexual harassment -"
"Whoa..I was just asking. Forget about it."
Pippin looked at him, eyes narrowed. 'You asked me that before, when we first met.'
Eddie wished he'd never opened his big mouth as he watched realisation dawn on his partner's face. Before he could think of a smooth way to brush the whole thing off Pippin's expression shifted. He looked solomn, yet supportive. It even looked reasonably sincere, but Eddie really didn't feel like having That Talk today, thanks very much. 'Really. It's nothing. Finish your lunch and -"
"Do you fancy him? Is this what this is about?"
"No!"
"Cos it's fine if you do, obviously. I mean it's okay if you, you know, swing that way. I'm all in favour of alternate lifestyles." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively and leered. "Actually, it's a bit of a relief, if it wasn't for the way you and Fiona pull each other's pigtails I'd have thought you were asexual."
"Shut up, Monty." he hissed, looking furtively around. Most of the customers were watching the match going on on the tv over the bar. But the group at the next table were definitely giving them funny looks. Perfect.
"I mean, how long have you been here now, a year? Unless you and Fiona are secretly shagging like minks behind Nigel's back, I'd guess the amount of sex you've been having is approximately none. Nada. Zilch. I'm right, aren't I?"
"The Lady of the Lift." snapped Eddie, goaded beyond endurance.
Pippin's mouth dropped open. At least it seemed to have stopped him talking, That was the upside. On the not so up side, Monty was looking confused, and a little betrayed. "You didn't. When did you even meet her?"
"She looked me up. Something about my name, apparently. I wasn't paying much attention, to be honest." Eddie smirked. "Except when she was moaning it, later."
"Dude, that's not cricket."
"What the hell does that mean?"
"It means she was mine, it was my name she should have been moaning."
"My name, you mean!"
"Whatever. The point is, you took advantage of that poor girl's illness."
"Oh, her thing for having sex in lifts, now you think there's something wrong with it."
"What's wrong is that I'm not the one having mindblowing elevator sex with a hot babe. But apparently, you are!"
"Look, it was just the once. Why are we even going on about it?"
Pippin sat back in his chair, smoothing his hair back behind his ear. "Good point." Then he leered at Eddie again and Eddie abruptly remembered how the whole conversation got started, He leaned his elbows on the table and put his head into his hands. "Can we just, not go there again," he groaned. "Please."
"Not a chance, my friend."
Eddie looked at him with his best puppy dog eyes. The card-carrying RSPCA member remained immune. Pippin was twinkling at him, for god's sake.
"So what exactly do you find so hot about our esteemed boss, then? His exotic good looks? His tight little arse? Ooh..that voice, like melting icecream over your nipples.."
Eddie dropped his head back into his hands. "If I shoot you, will you shut up," he mumbled.
Just then the contact they'd been waiting for collapsed into the empty seat beside Pippin. He looked like he'd been beaten up. He also looked pissed off and ready to talk.
Pippin already had his notebook out, pen poised.
Eddie breathed out a heavy, unsubtle sigh of relief.
Pippin raised an eyebrow at him. "This conversation is not over."
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Date: 2005-11-21 03:41 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-21 03:52 am (UTC)I have no idea what I was doing. It was the drugs talking!
Though given how much I adore these guys there'll probably be more of these pointless ficlety type things.
If only I was a real writer, who could think up actual plots *sigh*
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Date: 2005-11-21 12:17 pm (UTC)I definitely like the icon!
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Date: 2005-11-23 04:07 pm (UTC)I'm free Saturday night *gasp* and Sunday and then shifts as usual.
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Date: 2005-11-25 02:10 pm (UTC)I'll be in West Perth on Wed, if that's any good for anything.
Might see you Sun?