Liar! Our Pay Scheme Is Awful!

[rionaleonhart]

It's odd how all the little clues that you were ill - the feeling-incapable-of-going-out that you put down to laziness last night, the inexplicable but persistent tiredness all day - fall into place when you're actually leaning over the lavatory and un-eating the meal you worked so hard to prepare. It is possibly slightly worrying that I was genuinely mentally comparing it to foreshadowing in a work of fiction while in the act of throwing up. You'd think I'd have other things to think about, wouldn't you? (Er, sorry for the TMI.)

I feel much less dreadful now than I did before my impromptu reverse lunch, but I'm still rather unwell and, y'know, if you felt like writing ficsnippets in the comments, that might be nice? Only if you have the time and the inclination, obviously.

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[anazri.livejournal.com]

*many hugs* Hope you feel better today!

*thinks*


"Cosy in that tent, then, was it?" Richard snaps.

The door to the bathroom creaks open and Jeremy pokes his head out, looking both bemused and faintly ridiculous; there is a line of shaving foam over his chin and he's clutching a very purple, very fluffy towel. "Hammond! You made it back, then?"

"No thanks to you," Richard mutters, leaning back against the wall. "You and May and your fucking truck."

Jeremy peers at him, a glob of shaving foam trickling slow and unheeded down his neck. "Come on, man, we won fair and square."

Richard cannot think up an answer to this containing a sufficient level of sarcasm, so he settles for rolling his eyes pointedly at Jeremy's retreating back and following the other man into the bathroom, where he perches on the toilet and watches morosely as Jeremy blithely carries on shaving. "Is James around, then?"

Jeremy snorts. "Sulking in his room."

"I'm surprised you two aren't shacked up together again." Richard doesn't mean the comment to sound quite as acerbic as it does, and he feels himself go red as Jeremy stares at him in the mirror, one eyebrow raised.

"Ah."

"What d'you mean, 'ah'?" Richard says defensively, shuffling his knees sideways so that Jeremy can reach the luridly purple towel again. "I was just meaning..."

Jeremy rubs the towel over his face, then tosses it absentmindedly into the bath. "We didn't."

"You - didn't?" Richard is wrong-footed again, as so often with this irritating man, left blinking as he catches up and Jeremy stares at him curiously. "You - oh. You didn't - oh."

"He's a nice bloke, is James," Jeremy says conversationally, while Richard wishes he could sink through the toilet seat and down into the drains and under the ice, "but he drives you round the fucking bend." A grin. "Bit like you. Only, er, not."

Richard nods, a jerk of the head that he's afraid makes him look more than usually like a chicken, and stands up, sidling past Jeremy to get to the door. "Well, um - I should be - unpacking, and..."

Jeremy rolls his eyes. "Hammond, not only are you a sore loser, but you're also crap at a lot of other things you should be bloody good at."

"I am not," Richard begins, indignant, but then finds that Jeremy has grabbed his shoulders and shoved him back against the closed door. He blinks up at the taller man in surprise. "What..."

"Shut the fuck up, Hammond," Jeremy says, conversational, and then for some reason that Richard can't quite figure out in his semi-panicked state he's leaning down and his hand is sliding round to cup the back of Richard's head with gentle fingers and he's really very, very close, and...

Oh. That's why.

The kiss is rather a good one, all told; Jeremy tastes of shaving foam, a bit, and his neck is still damp and the angle is slightly awkward, but there are fireworks going off somewhere in Richard's brain anyway. He doesn't even mind the doorknob pressing into his hip.

"I think James has a crush on you," is, to his mortification, the first thing he blurts out when Jeremy draws back. "I - I really do. I mean, I do too, obviously, but I'm better at it than he is. Aren't I?"

Jeremy laughs, and Richard isn't quite sure whether he should be relieved or not. "We'll see," he says, not entirely comfortingly, and smirks down at him. "Come on, husky-boy. Let's see how good your stamina is."

"That's awful," Richard groans, but when Jeremy kisses him again he doesn't put up much of a protest.


*hides*

[rionaleonhart]

Eeee, thank you so much!

My favourite part has to be '"I think James has a crush on you," is, to his mortification, the first thing he blurts out when Jeremy draws back. "I - I really do. I mean, I do too, obviously, but I'm better at it than he is. Aren't I?"' Oh, Richard. You are so charmingly rubbish at expressing yourself. And 'a jerk of the head that he's afraid makes him look more than usually like a chicken' has to be one of the best descriptions ever written.

[anazri.livejournal.com]

*chuckles* Glad you liked it!