Post by wordy on Sept 21, 2011 20:06:32 GMT 10
Title: Intoxicating
Rating: PG
Word Count: 324
Card: Winter
Bingo: snow + skating + cider or wine + affection + together
Summary: Decades later, they’re back at the pond.
A/N: I have the nagging suspicion that I’ve used this title before...
“You have the damndest ideas sometimes, you know that?” said Raoul, struggling to do up the laces of his skates with cold-numbed fingers.
Gary laughed and slid to a wobbly stop in front of him, the blades of his skates sending up a wave of shaved ice. “It’s been years,” he said. “I don’t remember my legs hurting this much.” His cheeks were flushed a ruddy red from the cold and his eyes sparkled.
Raoul struggled to get to his feet. This was more difficult than he remembered. Gary came over and grabbed him by an arm, and together they managed to get him onto the ice. It was easy to stay balanced if he didn’t move too far. The damned fool was laughing again, and when Gary leaned closer Raoul could smell the wine on his breath.
“You’re drunk,” said Raoul.
“Yes,” Gary admitted, looking not at all abashed. “Only a little.”
“Is that why you were so eager to go skating? You’d have to be drunk to want to do something ridiculous like this. My bones are aching already,” Raoul bemoaned. “You get to be drunk and laugh it all off, and I’m as sober as a magistrate.”
“I can fix that,” said Gary, and leant it to press his lips to Raoul’s.
He could still feel the numbness in his fingers and his toes, but now there was warmth spreading through his chest, and he found himself gripping Gary by the neck and kissing him back.
When he pulled away, Gary’s lips were as red as his cheeks. He grinned, and Raoul felt himself lurch a little on his skates as Gary moved away.
“Come on,” he said as he turned. “I bet I can still beat you around the pond.”
Raoul watched him go for a moment, smiled and shook his head, before starting after his friend. He was beginning to think that he liked Gary much better this way.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 324
Card: Winter
Bingo: snow + skating + cider or wine + affection + together
Summary: Decades later, they’re back at the pond.
A/N: I have the nagging suspicion that I’ve used this title before...
“You have the damndest ideas sometimes, you know that?” said Raoul, struggling to do up the laces of his skates with cold-numbed fingers.
Gary laughed and slid to a wobbly stop in front of him, the blades of his skates sending up a wave of shaved ice. “It’s been years,” he said. “I don’t remember my legs hurting this much.” His cheeks were flushed a ruddy red from the cold and his eyes sparkled.
Raoul struggled to get to his feet. This was more difficult than he remembered. Gary came over and grabbed him by an arm, and together they managed to get him onto the ice. It was easy to stay balanced if he didn’t move too far. The damned fool was laughing again, and when Gary leaned closer Raoul could smell the wine on his breath.
“You’re drunk,” said Raoul.
“Yes,” Gary admitted, looking not at all abashed. “Only a little.”
“Is that why you were so eager to go skating? You’d have to be drunk to want to do something ridiculous like this. My bones are aching already,” Raoul bemoaned. “You get to be drunk and laugh it all off, and I’m as sober as a magistrate.”
“I can fix that,” said Gary, and leant it to press his lips to Raoul’s.
He could still feel the numbness in his fingers and his toes, but now there was warmth spreading through his chest, and he found himself gripping Gary by the neck and kissing him back.
When he pulled away, Gary’s lips were as red as his cheeks. He grinned, and Raoul felt himself lurch a little on his skates as Gary moved away.
“Come on,” he said as he turned. “I bet I can still beat you around the pond.”
Raoul watched him go for a moment, smiled and shook his head, before starting after his friend. He was beginning to think that he liked Gary much better this way.