Post by Griff on May 25, 2013 16:52:00 GMT 10
Title: Arm Candy
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 695
Pairing: George/Roger
Round/Fight: 2B
Summary: (Modern AU, Country Boy!Cooper Pt3) Childhood expectations are realized.
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When Roger imagined his perfect partner, his vision had always created a classic beauty with an Ivy League education, old money pedigree, a bloodthirsty ambition, a belief in man-of-the-household traditional values that would let her properly appreciate his grand genius, tied up in a velvet bow of clever wit and the brains to know when to keep her mouth shut.
A six-foot country boy with a drawl, stained jeans, and a complete disregard for Roger’s wants, who cooked naked in the kitchen, sang purposefully off-key in the shower to make sure Roger was awake, and a degree in Information Securities he never used at the bar he worked at just out of town near his mother’s herbalist store, was never included. George Cooper was a summary of everything Roger hated in life - a stalled out homebody going nowhere fast, wasted intellectual ability, unrefined, unappreciative of any sort of high society and the prestige and wealth that came with it. He was nothing Roger would ever have chosen for himself, which made the fact he ended up living in the penthouse apartment Roger rented in the Palace Hotel all the more amazing.
George was entirely unexpected and the only consolation was that Roger couldn’t imagine he was what George was looking for either. He should have been; Roger was a catch, but George had some truly terrible tastes when it came to almost everything.
Because Roger was an inquiring mind and he did like to prepare himself for the eventuality that George would reveal himself to be as opportunistic as a dirt poor boy raised in a barn should be when surrounded by Roger’s sheer amount of wealth, he thumbed to the next page of the Bower vs. Corus City Watch case file and spoke in a perfected tone of nonchalance, “When you were a squalid little dirt monkey, who did you imagine settling down with in your tiny shack built on bull manure and chicken feed?”
George paused his strumming and sat up, shifting his guitar on his knees as he watched his boyfriend incredulously. “Do you actually expect me to answer that, or were you hopin’ I’d throw somethin’ at you and make you sleep on the couch?”
Roger huffed impatiently and waved him off without looking up from his reading and snapped, “You shoved Councilman Stone into the river last Friday and accused him of hiring and beating call girls while robbing the peasantry blind. I’m allowed to refer to your upbringing in honest, if slightly less than flattering, terms. If I wanted to kiss a hypocrite, I’d call Jonathan.”
“It was true.”
“So is mine.”
George rolled his eyes and set his guitar aside as he stood, walking over to plop on the sofa with a purposefully absence of grace. “When I was growing up, I wanted to be an international man of mystery who stole from the rich and gave to the poor.”
“And how is that coming along for you,” Roger chuckled, circling a piece of vital information in bright red pen.
“I convinced you to throw a fundraiser for small town libraries that collected almost a million dollars and I wore a free tux.”
“That,” Roger snapped with a pointed look, “was hardly free.”
George simply grinned and winked, his ridiculous nose catching the light, “Exactly my point.”
“So, you decided to grow up to be a career criminal who dealt in vast amounts of money, purely for the gain of the lower class.” Roger mused, squinting at a badly worded section of Alex’s research. He’d have to warn his PA what happened when his standards weren’t met.
George laid back, pulling his legs onto the long sofa and putting them in the middle of Roger’s lap, humming happily. “Dreams do come true, Darlin’.”
“And to think,” he set the file aside and pulled at George’s boots. “I was afraid you would find me too devious and decide my pocket book wasn’t worth the moral degradation. You’re as vile as I am, abusing my position to rob my peers.”
“Took you long enough to notice,” George cracked and eye. “But that’s ok. I keep you ‘cause you’re cute.”
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 695
Pairing: George/Roger
Round/Fight: 2B
Summary: (Modern AU, Country Boy!Cooper Pt3) Childhood expectations are realized.
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When Roger imagined his perfect partner, his vision had always created a classic beauty with an Ivy League education, old money pedigree, a bloodthirsty ambition, a belief in man-of-the-household traditional values that would let her properly appreciate his grand genius, tied up in a velvet bow of clever wit and the brains to know when to keep her mouth shut.
A six-foot country boy with a drawl, stained jeans, and a complete disregard for Roger’s wants, who cooked naked in the kitchen, sang purposefully off-key in the shower to make sure Roger was awake, and a degree in Information Securities he never used at the bar he worked at just out of town near his mother’s herbalist store, was never included. George Cooper was a summary of everything Roger hated in life - a stalled out homebody going nowhere fast, wasted intellectual ability, unrefined, unappreciative of any sort of high society and the prestige and wealth that came with it. He was nothing Roger would ever have chosen for himself, which made the fact he ended up living in the penthouse apartment Roger rented in the Palace Hotel all the more amazing.
George was entirely unexpected and the only consolation was that Roger couldn’t imagine he was what George was looking for either. He should have been; Roger was a catch, but George had some truly terrible tastes when it came to almost everything.
Because Roger was an inquiring mind and he did like to prepare himself for the eventuality that George would reveal himself to be as opportunistic as a dirt poor boy raised in a barn should be when surrounded by Roger’s sheer amount of wealth, he thumbed to the next page of the Bower vs. Corus City Watch case file and spoke in a perfected tone of nonchalance, “When you were a squalid little dirt monkey, who did you imagine settling down with in your tiny shack built on bull manure and chicken feed?”
George paused his strumming and sat up, shifting his guitar on his knees as he watched his boyfriend incredulously. “Do you actually expect me to answer that, or were you hopin’ I’d throw somethin’ at you and make you sleep on the couch?”
Roger huffed impatiently and waved him off without looking up from his reading and snapped, “You shoved Councilman Stone into the river last Friday and accused him of hiring and beating call girls while robbing the peasantry blind. I’m allowed to refer to your upbringing in honest, if slightly less than flattering, terms. If I wanted to kiss a hypocrite, I’d call Jonathan.”
“It was true.”
“So is mine.”
George rolled his eyes and set his guitar aside as he stood, walking over to plop on the sofa with a purposefully absence of grace. “When I was growing up, I wanted to be an international man of mystery who stole from the rich and gave to the poor.”
“And how is that coming along for you,” Roger chuckled, circling a piece of vital information in bright red pen.
“I convinced you to throw a fundraiser for small town libraries that collected almost a million dollars and I wore a free tux.”
“That,” Roger snapped with a pointed look, “was hardly free.”
George simply grinned and winked, his ridiculous nose catching the light, “Exactly my point.”
“So, you decided to grow up to be a career criminal who dealt in vast amounts of money, purely for the gain of the lower class.” Roger mused, squinting at a badly worded section of Alex’s research. He’d have to warn his PA what happened when his standards weren’t met.
George laid back, pulling his legs onto the long sofa and putting them in the middle of Roger’s lap, humming happily. “Dreams do come true, Darlin’.”
“And to think,” he set the file aside and pulled at George’s boots. “I was afraid you would find me too devious and decide my pocket book wasn’t worth the moral degradation. You’re as vile as I am, abusing my position to rob my peers.”
“Took you long enough to notice,” George cracked and eye. “But that’s ok. I keep you ‘cause you’re cute.”