Fic: Good Neighbor (S/E, PG - Yuletide gift for iorhael)
This is the first in a series of gift fics offered to my flist for Yuletide.
Title: Good Neighbor
Author: aprilkat
To: i_o_r_h_a_e_l
A/N: For her Yule gift, i_o_r_h_a_e_l said she wanted “anything” with some restrictions. So, here’s your anything, darling. Hope it suits.
Pairing: Sean A/Elijah
Rating: Pretty much PG-13; implied slash only.
Disclaimer: This is a total AU, two fictional characters who look like two actors but have nothing to do with them…
Summary: Sean only wanted to be a good neighbor.
Sean heard a peculiar thumping noise in the hallway that night and cautiously poked his head outside his door.
He saw a slight young man bouncing off the wall, performing a precarious balancing act with three over-sized grocery bags. The boy had managed to push the door to the opposite apartment open with his foot, but appeared to be losing the battle, his bags tilting this way and that, small items dropping in his wake.
“Whoa!” yelped the boy, staggering through the doorway.
Sean winced as he heard a crash that sounded like several tin cans and a bag of sand hitting the floor. He raced across the hall, halting as a white streak flashed across his feet and out the front door to the street.
“Oh, no,” he groaned. “That looked like a cat.”
He ran down the steps to the pavement, noticing briefly that the front door was propped open by a trash can but most of all concerned that he track the animal’s escape route. He stood in the empty dark street, scanning the wet black pavement, the shadows cast outside the streetlight range, the parked cars. Ignoring the chill, he dropped to his knees to look under the nearest car.
Sean knew that time was of the essence. The temperature was dropping below freezing, and an indoor cat lost in the big city was likely to be a goner. As he stood, brushing the damp leaves from the knees of his jeans, he thought to look behind him, down the steps leading from the sidewalk to the basement apartment.
To his great relief, he saw a glimpse of white tucked beneath the railing. Gently he eased down the steps, stooping and holding out one hand. Murmuring softly, he gradually neared the shivering mass of fur, until his hand stroked over flattened ears and down a thin neck. He scratched until the cat stopped shaking, then carefully scooped the little creature into his arms.
His timing was good, as he was able to keep a grip on the cat when a frantic voice overhead cried out, “Angel Puss! Where are you? Kitty? Kitty kitty?” and footsteps clattered down the steps.
“I’ve got her, him, um,” said Sean, pitching his voice to be low but penetrating and running up to the sidewalk.
The footsteps skidded, then slid, and Sean was startled to see the boy flat on his face on the pavement. Sean reached down with his free hand and pulled him up. He realized that the boy was shaking as much as the cat.
“Let’s all get out of the cold, OK?” Sean asked, pulling the boy by the arm, clutching the cat, and scooting the trash can inside with his foot so that the entry door slammed behind them, all in one fell swoop.
Congratulating himself on handling that pretty suavely, Sean turned to his companion. “Are you all right?” he asked. “I heard a crash in your apartment before the cat took off.”
His last words were swallowed up as two warm lips pressed to his, and he found himself being squeezed in the biggest bear hug he’d ever experienced. Angel Puss squirmed between them, yowling in protest.
“Oh my god, you saved my Angel, I thought she would be lost forever, I was such a fool to leave that door open, but I dropped all her cat food and litter and scared the shit out of her - AND me, oh, man, you are just the best…”
Sean drew back to get a good look at his new neighbor. The boy had the biggest blue eyes in creation, spiky black hair, a face that could launch a thousand ships, and energy that just pulsed off him. Sean felt as though he were standing in an electrical field - the hairs at the back of his neck were lifting.
“Would you and Angel Puss like to come in and visit for a minute?” Sean asked, his mind racing over what meager treats he could offer - beer and peanuts were about the extent right now, damn, why hadn’t he gone shopping today as he’d considered?
“No, please, come in and let me give you a drink. I owe you much more than that. Maybe we could think of some way I could repay you?” The boy’s smile did something very odd to Sean’s stomach, and he mentally slapped his own wrist for the thoughts that the innocent offer inspired. Jeez, Astin, keep it clean.
As they entered the boy’s apartment, Sean shut the door and carefully set Angel Puss down on the floor. As he straightened up, he felt himself pushed back against the door, a warm body was plastered all down his front, and an enticing voice in his ear purred, “My name is Elijah, and I’m very pleased to meet you…”
Title: Good Neighbor
Author: aprilkat
To: i_o_r_h_a_e_l
A/N: For her Yule gift, i_o_r_h_a_e_l said she wanted “anything” with some restrictions. So, here’s your anything, darling. Hope it suits.
Pairing: Sean A/Elijah
Rating: Pretty much PG-13; implied slash only.
Disclaimer: This is a total AU, two fictional characters who look like two actors but have nothing to do with them…
Summary: Sean only wanted to be a good neighbor.
Sean heard a peculiar thumping noise in the hallway that night and cautiously poked his head outside his door.
He saw a slight young man bouncing off the wall, performing a precarious balancing act with three over-sized grocery bags. The boy had managed to push the door to the opposite apartment open with his foot, but appeared to be losing the battle, his bags tilting this way and that, small items dropping in his wake.
“Whoa!” yelped the boy, staggering through the doorway.
Sean winced as he heard a crash that sounded like several tin cans and a bag of sand hitting the floor. He raced across the hall, halting as a white streak flashed across his feet and out the front door to the street.
“Oh, no,” he groaned. “That looked like a cat.”
He ran down the steps to the pavement, noticing briefly that the front door was propped open by a trash can but most of all concerned that he track the animal’s escape route. He stood in the empty dark street, scanning the wet black pavement, the shadows cast outside the streetlight range, the parked cars. Ignoring the chill, he dropped to his knees to look under the nearest car.
Sean knew that time was of the essence. The temperature was dropping below freezing, and an indoor cat lost in the big city was likely to be a goner. As he stood, brushing the damp leaves from the knees of his jeans, he thought to look behind him, down the steps leading from the sidewalk to the basement apartment.
To his great relief, he saw a glimpse of white tucked beneath the railing. Gently he eased down the steps, stooping and holding out one hand. Murmuring softly, he gradually neared the shivering mass of fur, until his hand stroked over flattened ears and down a thin neck. He scratched until the cat stopped shaking, then carefully scooped the little creature into his arms.
His timing was good, as he was able to keep a grip on the cat when a frantic voice overhead cried out, “Angel Puss! Where are you? Kitty? Kitty kitty?” and footsteps clattered down the steps.
“I’ve got her, him, um,” said Sean, pitching his voice to be low but penetrating and running up to the sidewalk.
The footsteps skidded, then slid, and Sean was startled to see the boy flat on his face on the pavement. Sean reached down with his free hand and pulled him up. He realized that the boy was shaking as much as the cat.
“Let’s all get out of the cold, OK?” Sean asked, pulling the boy by the arm, clutching the cat, and scooting the trash can inside with his foot so that the entry door slammed behind them, all in one fell swoop.
Congratulating himself on handling that pretty suavely, Sean turned to his companion. “Are you all right?” he asked. “I heard a crash in your apartment before the cat took off.”
His last words were swallowed up as two warm lips pressed to his, and he found himself being squeezed in the biggest bear hug he’d ever experienced. Angel Puss squirmed between them, yowling in protest.
“Oh my god, you saved my Angel, I thought she would be lost forever, I was such a fool to leave that door open, but I dropped all her cat food and litter and scared the shit out of her - AND me, oh, man, you are just the best…”
Sean drew back to get a good look at his new neighbor. The boy had the biggest blue eyes in creation, spiky black hair, a face that could launch a thousand ships, and energy that just pulsed off him. Sean felt as though he were standing in an electrical field - the hairs at the back of his neck were lifting.
“Would you and Angel Puss like to come in and visit for a minute?” Sean asked, his mind racing over what meager treats he could offer - beer and peanuts were about the extent right now, damn, why hadn’t he gone shopping today as he’d considered?
“No, please, come in and let me give you a drink. I owe you much more than that. Maybe we could think of some way I could repay you?” The boy’s smile did something very odd to Sean’s stomach, and he mentally slapped his own wrist for the thoughts that the innocent offer inspired. Jeez, Astin, keep it clean.
As they entered the boy’s apartment, Sean shut the door and carefully set Angel Puss down on the floor. As he straightened up, he felt himself pushed back against the door, a warm body was plastered all down his front, and an enticing voice in his ear purred, “My name is Elijah, and I’m very pleased to meet you…”