Post by Griff on May 25, 2013 16:15:48 GMT 10
Title: Arm Candy
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 523
Pairing: George/Roger
Round/Fight: 2B
Summary: (Modern AU, Country Boy!Cooper Pt2) George Cooper, professional arm candy
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If he were anyone else, Roger might say George’s ability to play the social chameleon was alarming. Since he wasn’t, Roger preferred to find a lingering sense of pride in his companion’s social graces accompanied by a healthy dose of paranoid suspicion towards anyone who found his farm boy overly interesting.
“I have to say,” George said in that well-humored fashion, leaning forward as if making an embarrassing confession as the circle of geriatric donors waited with baited breath, “I have never quite understood the magic of a tuxedo, but it must be the bow tie because they make me love Tchaikovsky in a way jeans never could.”
The circle of blue haired women tittered appropriately and the odd pinch managed to stay above the waist as they squeezed George’s nicely muscled frame. Roger felt that he should probably protect his lover’s virtue from the wandering hands of the Tortallan Horticultural Society Women’s Club, but he knew the power of gossip and it was in his best interest for everyone to realize he dealt only in the finest quality country boys, no matter how clean his drawl cleaned up. So, instead, he allowed George’s hazel eyes to all the hard work of making Roger seem sensitive and trustworthy or whatever other nonsense the women needed to believe before they’d part with very large checks hidden in their pocket books to make his fundraiser for - ridiculous, but even he could be convinced with proper motivation - a number of small town libraries outside of Corus. Apparently, it was common belief that Roger had some sinister and underhanded plan for the whole affair that held many of the guest at arm’s length and George had frowned heavily when Roger told him all he wanted was the tax break, so it probably wasn’t the best justification for the public.
Roger rolled his eyes as he made a quick scan of the room before he decide he couldn’t take the smothering smell of Chanel No. 5 any longer and cut in with a bored yet polite, “I’m terribly sorry to interrupt, but my cousin needs us.”
George complied with an amused glint to his eye and managed five steps before he began badgering him in a quiet tone, “Lying to grandmothers, dear? What’s next, stealing candy from babies?”
“I don’t steal,” Roger scoffed, keeping irritating shareholders in line of sight so he could avoid them, “I reappropriate in the name of the law at the behest of my clients.”
“Obscenely wealthy, morally bankrupt clients.”
“Well,” Roger said as he steered them towards the unguarded side door exit, “I’m afraid we can’t all have your careful balance of criminally engineered morality. We make due with what we have.”
“I came by it honestly,” George said with solemn gravitas as they slipped out the door. “But I’m sure I can teach you.”
“I’m afraid I have little interest in becoming a good person,” Roger scoffed, “I would have to let you leave me for someone you deserve and I enjoy my greed far too much to give it up.”
“Darlin’,” George drawled heavily, “You just say the sweetest things.”
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 523
Pairing: George/Roger
Round/Fight: 2B
Summary: (Modern AU, Country Boy!Cooper Pt2) George Cooper, professional arm candy
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If he were anyone else, Roger might say George’s ability to play the social chameleon was alarming. Since he wasn’t, Roger preferred to find a lingering sense of pride in his companion’s social graces accompanied by a healthy dose of paranoid suspicion towards anyone who found his farm boy overly interesting.
“I have to say,” George said in that well-humored fashion, leaning forward as if making an embarrassing confession as the circle of geriatric donors waited with baited breath, “I have never quite understood the magic of a tuxedo, but it must be the bow tie because they make me love Tchaikovsky in a way jeans never could.”
The circle of blue haired women tittered appropriately and the odd pinch managed to stay above the waist as they squeezed George’s nicely muscled frame. Roger felt that he should probably protect his lover’s virtue from the wandering hands of the Tortallan Horticultural Society Women’s Club, but he knew the power of gossip and it was in his best interest for everyone to realize he dealt only in the finest quality country boys, no matter how clean his drawl cleaned up. So, instead, he allowed George’s hazel eyes to all the hard work of making Roger seem sensitive and trustworthy or whatever other nonsense the women needed to believe before they’d part with very large checks hidden in their pocket books to make his fundraiser for - ridiculous, but even he could be convinced with proper motivation - a number of small town libraries outside of Corus. Apparently, it was common belief that Roger had some sinister and underhanded plan for the whole affair that held many of the guest at arm’s length and George had frowned heavily when Roger told him all he wanted was the tax break, so it probably wasn’t the best justification for the public.
Roger rolled his eyes as he made a quick scan of the room before he decide he couldn’t take the smothering smell of Chanel No. 5 any longer and cut in with a bored yet polite, “I’m terribly sorry to interrupt, but my cousin needs us.”
George complied with an amused glint to his eye and managed five steps before he began badgering him in a quiet tone, “Lying to grandmothers, dear? What’s next, stealing candy from babies?”
“I don’t steal,” Roger scoffed, keeping irritating shareholders in line of sight so he could avoid them, “I reappropriate in the name of the law at the behest of my clients.”
“Obscenely wealthy, morally bankrupt clients.”
“Well,” Roger said as he steered them towards the unguarded side door exit, “I’m afraid we can’t all have your careful balance of criminally engineered morality. We make due with what we have.”
“I came by it honestly,” George said with solemn gravitas as they slipped out the door. “But I’m sure I can teach you.”
“I’m afraid I have little interest in becoming a good person,” Roger scoffed, “I would have to let you leave me for someone you deserve and I enjoy my greed far too much to give it up.”
“Darlin’,” George drawled heavily, “You just say the sweetest things.”