Post by Griff on May 26, 2013 4:39:10 GMT 10
Title: Arm Candy
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 511
Pairing: George/Roger
Round/Fight: 2B
Summary: (Modern AU, Country Boy!Cooper Pt5) George Cooper was an absent-minded nudist.
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Roger had certain weaknesses when it came to George Cooper that he wasn’t exactly ready to admit, but thoroughly enjoyed, anyway. His country charm was quaint and seemed to be what most people noticed right off the bat, but underneath his drawl and ‘Momma taught me’ manners, George had an unfailing sense of havoc that explained every last incident on his permanent record and more than a dozen Roger was sure the cops never heard about. When Roger was tired, weary, and worn, but particularly spiteful because of all of the above, George had a unique way of taking him out to dinner and causing little old ladies in ridiculous furs to trip over air and start a domino event that ended with three waiters doused in dinners, a manager desperately working to save his job, and yet another fur mink being sent to the wardrobe in the sky.
Petty, yes, but also delightful. George was willing to be petty in all sorts of ways to the rich and over-entitled.
George also had a natural aversion to clothes. He made some strange claims about cow ponds and swimming holes, but Roger has spoken to his mother. He has seen the baby photos. George Cooper has always been a nudist and walking in the door to find his boyfriend sprawled out on the sofa with nothing but a blanket keeping him warm while he slept, fresh from his shower? Quickly becoming Roger’s favorite thing.
He also sang. It wasn’t the loud shower belting he’d been tormenting Roger with since day one. It barely counted as singing at all, frankly, as he hummed over the dishes he insisted on doing by hand, despite Roger’s expensive dishwasher and his offer to hire a maid now that someone actually cooked in his kitchen. He’d bob his head in time to the tune, forming the words silently and he carried along, ignoring the world as he went. Then, every once in awhile, when George was struck by an odd sense of nostalgia, he’d pull out his acoustic steel string - despite the fact Roger had done his research and knew he could play nylon string that didn’t leave heavy callouses on his fingers, instead - and start strumming. Most night, all Roger heard was strumming, but it was the blue moon nights that George would pick some old song Roger never cared to listen to and sang like he was born for it, leaving his guitar propped against the fireplace when they went to bed, like he wouldn’t be putting it away in the morning as if it didn’t exist.
Roger had his weaknesses and the satisfaction he felt whenever George shoved a punk-ass rocker into the wall because he was giving someone s***, or wandered the apartment with an absent minded nudity that suggested clothes were simply forgotten, or heard a song that only counted as music when it had that ear grating twang, made every bit worth it.
Besides, the man cooked, and Roger would be a fool to throw him out after that.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 511
Pairing: George/Roger
Round/Fight: 2B
Summary: (Modern AU, Country Boy!Cooper Pt5) George Cooper was an absent-minded nudist.
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Roger had certain weaknesses when it came to George Cooper that he wasn’t exactly ready to admit, but thoroughly enjoyed, anyway. His country charm was quaint and seemed to be what most people noticed right off the bat, but underneath his drawl and ‘Momma taught me’ manners, George had an unfailing sense of havoc that explained every last incident on his permanent record and more than a dozen Roger was sure the cops never heard about. When Roger was tired, weary, and worn, but particularly spiteful because of all of the above, George had a unique way of taking him out to dinner and causing little old ladies in ridiculous furs to trip over air and start a domino event that ended with three waiters doused in dinners, a manager desperately working to save his job, and yet another fur mink being sent to the wardrobe in the sky.
Petty, yes, but also delightful. George was willing to be petty in all sorts of ways to the rich and over-entitled.
George also had a natural aversion to clothes. He made some strange claims about cow ponds and swimming holes, but Roger has spoken to his mother. He has seen the baby photos. George Cooper has always been a nudist and walking in the door to find his boyfriend sprawled out on the sofa with nothing but a blanket keeping him warm while he slept, fresh from his shower? Quickly becoming Roger’s favorite thing.
He also sang. It wasn’t the loud shower belting he’d been tormenting Roger with since day one. It barely counted as singing at all, frankly, as he hummed over the dishes he insisted on doing by hand, despite Roger’s expensive dishwasher and his offer to hire a maid now that someone actually cooked in his kitchen. He’d bob his head in time to the tune, forming the words silently and he carried along, ignoring the world as he went. Then, every once in awhile, when George was struck by an odd sense of nostalgia, he’d pull out his acoustic steel string - despite the fact Roger had done his research and knew he could play nylon string that didn’t leave heavy callouses on his fingers, instead - and start strumming. Most night, all Roger heard was strumming, but it was the blue moon nights that George would pick some old song Roger never cared to listen to and sang like he was born for it, leaving his guitar propped against the fireplace when they went to bed, like he wouldn’t be putting it away in the morning as if it didn’t exist.
Roger had his weaknesses and the satisfaction he felt whenever George shoved a punk-ass rocker into the wall because he was giving someone s***, or wandered the apartment with an absent minded nudity that suggested clothes were simply forgotten, or heard a song that only counted as music when it had that ear grating twang, made every bit worth it.
Besides, the man cooked, and Roger would be a fool to throw him out after that.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!