You couldn't tell from my tone that I want you? Title: You Could not tell from my tone that i want you?
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p_will Characters / pairings: Andy / Joe
Rating: PG13 Warnings: 16candles! AU, slash
Word Count: 2511 (FDP)
Disclaimer: are not mine, none of this ever happened, I do not charged for writing. Title by Damned Things.
Notes: Prompt rain @
COW-T, the first week (team angels ftw!), But more
16candles! AU, Andy / Joe, ronda (of
faechan , I believe sends basins * *) which is in p0rn fest for years and just as I had pointed to. Although there is p0rn, because they are whores who are always great as they like. BUT I LOVE THEM THE SAME * * cries and hugs children
Summary: raining. It rained for four days, it rained so much that the cars darting in puddles by the roadside raised whenever small tsunami did not make any difference to those who walked in the damn time. raining. It rained for four days, it rained so much that the cars darting in puddles by the roadside raised whenever small tsunami did not make any difference to those who walked in the damn time. Joe turned the corner, pulling up the collar of his jacket, more symbolic than anything else he felt the raindrops slipping through his hair and down his neck, while the fringe dripping into his eyes.
Pete had told him not to go round, and perhaps he was right, but ten days that were not put his nose out of their den and had smelly
need to get out. Half a storm would not be deterred from coming to any vampire hunting - evil never stops, and then in cold blood.
three blocks were missing at the end of the round, and then had to switch from dirty to relieve himself, then he could close the bathroom and take a hot shower until the end of the world. She pressed more in the jacket, the weight of the bolt hidden under there solid and reassuring to his chest, straightened his shoulders and went on. I pulled the pants on his legs at every step and it seemed that his shoes were
full of water, felt it slam against the feet rhythmically - vaguely wondered if they could rot, soaking and then feel too loose, puff, as well.
crossed the road and ran to the opposite sidewalk trying to avoid ending up in puddles or gutters, or directly in the very lake that was forming in the place of the road. He turned this block of buildings and turned down another street, dark and deserted as before. Maybe Pete was right, and he had better stay at home. Perhaps even vampires are so stupid to go out with a time like this, when I can not go into any bar, in a room, choose the prettiest dinner and take it away without anybody saying anything.
He ran his hands over his face, removing the water from his eyes and continued. He did not want to go back and feel even more useless than it was.
At first he tried to walk along the wall where there was the illusion of being able to fix, but we gave up long ago. Now hung in the middle of the sidewalk, quiet, and each row of terraces were shed or shop with only a moment of surprise detached before the rain start again. There is no point wasting energy to stay indoors when you're already soaked to the underwear.
The only lights were the lights in the street, but neither counted under the continuous downpour that made them become even more feeble and tremulous than they were, and the neon signs of the premises. There were no lights in the windows of the houses. There were no
homes, not more, people had left for months that part of town. He passed a pub from which came a loud music, he could not recognize on the busy hum of those who know to be safe and warm when outside is the great flood. He was tempted to stop for a few minutes but walked on, past the pool of golden light that came in from the street door and the windows dusty the windows and went back into the depths of night. Another turning point, and there was no music, no laughter, and the only noise in the world was still the roar of rushing rain.
and steps behind him. Slowed, while nerves discreetly slid his hand under his jacket, and while the steps were growing faster. He was ready to turn around, close your fingers around the wooden pole, when someone grabbed his wrist, put her arm around the throat and dragged him into a dark alley, where he suddenly let go. Joe staggered against the wall, looking grim the assailant, and swore: "What the fuck
, Andy." His glances
was nothing compared to that of the other - had glasses full of drops, but the expression, forehead and lips tight frown, it was not hard to confuse. The fact that he had beaten in a dark alley to watch it with my arms crossed as if he expected an apology was just one more detail.
"What are you doing?"
Joe did not answer. He straightened his clothes and rubbed his wrist pulled, staring with a certain intensity bins at the end of the alley. Andy dropped his arms and went up to him, so as to force him to back off until you get back to the wall, the bricks that scraped against the fabric of his jacket. She took back the wrist and squeezed it. "How did you come to mind to go out tonight?"
"It was my turn," he replied, dry, pulling his hand away from his grip and trying to look down with a little 'authority, although he knew Andy impose too well for one of his stature. "I'm fine, I do not need an escort."
Andy looked into his eyes, inscrutable. His hair were glued to the face and the glasses, the scarf already dripping dripping piteously, but he seemed not to have even noticed. "I have taken the points yesterday," he said, flat, trailing your fingers side.
"It's been more than a day, I'm fine ' he repeated, moving away from the wall and slipping away from Andy, in his eyes, convinced by that expression to know everything, or at least something more than you.
He was good, and that the side was only a scratch. Frankly, I keep coming home in ten days to threaten to tie him to the bed just because a vampire - a
, in a den, there have been more than twenty - he had managed to take him by surprise was a needless cruelty.
"You did attack from behind."
He said nothing and stared at his shoes. The rain came down harder and harder, and suddenly it just felt tired of everything and just wanted to go to bed even jumping the shower. 'Luckily the only one to come out with this time to do it was you, eh? "
There was another pause, then" Let's go and passed him off the street without looking behind. Joe reluctantly followed him. Andy came down the street and then turned left when the turn of Joe should have gone right for at least another half block, but would not be used to discuss anything at this time. Andy sent as advanced if not even feel the rain, when he was starting to not feel your feet and everything was just very, very cold. Looking better her coat was just as clear, dry, at some point. She must have chased the car for throughout the city and be dropped to bring him home just before pulling his ear. Not even his mother had never behaved like this, santoddio.
The car, as expected, was a few meters from where it had laid the ambush. They went up, and warming up to it was a shock after the freezing of the road. Andy started the engine and made moving around in silence, racing north in the city deserted.
Joe sank into the seat, looking at the world of water and lights dim slip out the window. The clothes were stuck uncomfortably in the back and was sure that the spots they would never go away, if he did not directly to flood the entire interior. Beside him
Andy took off his glasses and cleaned them firmly with one hand, at best, on a sleeve. He was pissed. Believed to be always very zen but you knew it was as if send vibrations all around him. But Joe had nothing to apologize for that, so they said nothing, turned on the radio, just driving to the outskirts of the city and beyond, to the base.
The garage door closed automatically behind them while Andy parked, and was enough light from the stairs leading upstairs to the lab of Patrick, to see who had contracted the hands around the steering wheel and the frown of someone about to make a grandson to lecture disobedient. Joe had a pretty long night so he decided to cut and run before he had time to open his mouth, throwing himself against the door. Not opened.
'Andy, unlock this thing. "
" You were not ready to quit. "
So they should have done this thing, okay. We sat down with a
sciik, sciaaak of wet clothes on a faux leather look and ventured to his left. Andy was staring at a wall in front of him. "I'd had enough of being here. I knew it would be a dead night, and are fit enough to be back in action, so I went out, end of story. I do not understand why you want to make it a tragedy. "
" You're not in any way shape, Trohman, do not tell lies. "
'Well, this time it went well, no? -Tomorrow '
fist on the steering wheel was not entirely unexpected. "Here's the problem, this time
," he said, slowly, but was struggling to make up "But next he will not raining, or you'll be recovering in earnest, and you know it you will do the same thing, and also time after, until they fuck up everything and we'll bring you here to cut that fucking head, who could not use and set fire to what's left. "
" I'm not an idiot, Hurley. "
" You never demonstrated, "growled Andy, at which point Joe had had enough really.
"Look, I do not know what the
your problem, but I do not need a nanny, okay? So take care of myself, and I care enough about what we do to lift your butt and do my duty even if there is a storm out there or anything, and you should trust, "
" Why should I trust a person that can not even remember to take an umbrella in the middle of the storm, "
Joe stared at him. Andy had turned and was moving from side to side with a look of fire, and every line of his body was screaming that he was ready to shoot if he made the slightest wrong move, like a caged beast. Good thing he no longer had the strength to fight. "Okay, I understand," he said, his voice empty "If you think that it is not able to do my work enough to say, I know I'm not like you, with, with the powers and martial arts and the fucking sword ..."
But he could not continue, because Andy had taken by the neck and the jacket-and he was kissing. Joe's eyes widened and he tried to open my mouth to say something ... but Andy's a bit lip, with urgency, He ran his tongue over the bit and sign Joe forgot how to speak
. Only when he saw Andy went off close to him instinctively arm, surprised, uncertain.
"What ...?" He croaked, looking for the answer in the eyes of Andy. He must have lost a piece of discourse.
"You do not understand," he gasped, and kissed him again with strength, premendoglisi him so much so that Joe could feel his heat along the entire side even through the cloth were wet and shivering. "You are the so-
for each mission so that one day you will not understand when it is time to stop and loses the skin, and I can not, you know, I can not let you do."
Joe stared at him open-mouthed, blushing when he realized that he was looking at Andy's lips. He was certain that there was an error. He was the kid - not the mad scientist, not the mysterious vampire, not the ninja master, was the poor fool who had learned to fight in the bar and putting down riots that had always be hanging up something at the end of a mission. Andy did not like people like him. Andy
estimated not like him.
"But it's not true," he burst out, impulsively, failing to clear what he was denying him even if the words of Andy, the situation, the hot junction of the stomach which makes it difficult to concentrate on something that was not in the hands of Andy trickling down his chest on a shirt so wet as to seem nonexistent.
"You're an idiot," said Andy. He slid toward him as if he had not done anything in life that seduce people in old cars, and it was true
, was what he had always done, Joe was not there anymore and understanding Andy's fingers through his hair did not help at all.
stopped him badly, a treacherous part of his brain that were recorded with satisfaction the strong arms under his clothes as he tried to throw it all out. "But you are-it-when you're not
-what are you doing? "he stammered.
Andy gave him a confused look. His glasses had slipped down the nose and Joe hands tingled from the need to straighten them, but it was not time.
"Why do not you ever say anything?"
Andy made a wry grimace. "It was not important."
"Oh, and instead now, yes?" The shock was starting to turn into anger. "So you can go to you all girls who want and demand to come to me after the sermon, and I also feel I should hear? "
was tired, wet and cold, did not deserve to endure this too. He leaned toward the steering wheel to open the doors, but Andy turned the weight, shaking a hand in his for the umpteenth time that night, though now there was a sweetness, a need that had never seen.
'You are important, "he said, softly, and Joe stopped. "And I did not want ..." you frowned "I did not want to be a burden for the mission. Why were not so involved that I thought you cared, that would only be a problem. I was hoping it would pass, so we could continue to do what we did as usual. Then, with Pete ... it was too complicated. It is still difficult, but I could not take anymore. "
" You're an idiot, "said Joe. Then, slowly, not because he was the one that gracefully or experienced in some maneuvers, approached him and kissed him, slowly, carefully, enjoying the contrast between her lips cold rain and his warm breath.
Andy muttered something incomprehensible and put his hands through his hair, wet and messy, drawing him closer, deepening the kiss. Joe heard him sigh in his mouth when he slipped a hand under his jacket and life, discovering that his t-shirt had moved discovering a slice of fresh skin.
"You are worse," Andy smiled once stopped kissing, stroking his neck, "do not have to prove anything to anyone in this house."
A kiss, again, because some things Joe did not know how to respond. Andy certainly did not complain, interrupting only to remove his jacket.
But when a violent shudder, not those nice, ran down his back, Joe remembered because he had insisted so much to get out of that car in the first place. "I'm freezing," he laughed, burying his face in his neck of Andy. He heard the click
the doors that snap open and then the hands of Andy in her hair trying to put them to dry in a form of dignity. "Take a shower," kiss to die, a small corner of the mouth, "I've got to go explain to Pete because his car has disappeared. After ...?
Joe smiled but said nothing and, before exiting the car, the straightened his glasses.
