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pixiesticks) wrote2016-04-05 11:07 pm
pixiesticks) wrote2016-04-05 11:07 pm
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Title: Going
Fandom: Inception, Jusified
Rating/Warnings: Teen?
Pairings/Characters: Arthur/Raylan, Arthur and Raylan Givens
Summary: Arthur watches with dark eyes, pulling a cigarette out of the drawer, lighting up, the cigarette hanging loosely between his lips.
Arthur sighs against Raylan's skin. Raylan gets up a few moments later, muscle flexing under his skin as he pushes himself up off the bed to clean up and get dressed. Arthur watches with dark eyes, pulling a cigarette out of the drawer, lighting up, the cigarette hanging loosely between his lips.
“Nasty habit,” Raylan comments, and Arthur holds onto the cigarette and grins, puffing out a cloud of smoke.
“Are we talking about this, or what just happened?”
It seems to bother Raylan when he points out his discomfort with what they do. He huffs in displeasure and turns from Arthur, pulling up his pants.
“No... I know it's not good for me. But I do it anyway,” Arthur says as he watches him pull on a henley. Raylan pauses.
“Maybe you should stop.”
Arthur hesitates, then pushes the cigarette into the ash tray, snuffing it out. “Maybe I should.”
Raylan understands, because he's Raylan, so he nods and heads for the door. Arthur gets up quickly, slipping on his boxers and following him to the door. He doesn't know what to say, though, with Raylan's sharp eyes on his suddenly when they're in the doorway. Raylan watches him, and then he's gone, as quick as he was in his life.
There's really been nothing in the way of them but each other.
Fandom: Inception, Jusified
Rating/Warnings: Teen?
Pairings/Characters: Arthur/Raylan, Arthur and Raylan Givens
Summary: Arthur watches with dark eyes, pulling a cigarette out of the drawer, lighting up, the cigarette hanging loosely between his lips.
Arthur sighs against Raylan's skin. Raylan gets up a few moments later, muscle flexing under his skin as he pushes himself up off the bed to clean up and get dressed. Arthur watches with dark eyes, pulling a cigarette out of the drawer, lighting up, the cigarette hanging loosely between his lips.
“Nasty habit,” Raylan comments, and Arthur holds onto the cigarette and grins, puffing out a cloud of smoke.
“Are we talking about this, or what just happened?”
It seems to bother Raylan when he points out his discomfort with what they do. He huffs in displeasure and turns from Arthur, pulling up his pants.
“No... I know it's not good for me. But I do it anyway,” Arthur says as he watches him pull on a henley. Raylan pauses.
“Maybe you should stop.”
Arthur hesitates, then pushes the cigarette into the ash tray, snuffing it out. “Maybe I should.”
Raylan understands, because he's Raylan, so he nods and heads for the door. Arthur gets up quickly, slipping on his boxers and following him to the door. He doesn't know what to say, though, with Raylan's sharp eyes on his suddenly when they're in the doorway. Raylan watches him, and then he's gone, as quick as he was in his life.
There's really been nothing in the way of them but each other.