FIC- Lion Tamer (J/G, PG)
Pairing: John/George
Author Name/Pen Name: Pigeon
Author LJ Name: pigeongirl99
Title of story: Lion Tamer
Rating of story: PG
Word count of story: 444
Chapter _ of _: One of one.
Brief summary: George is a Lion Tamer. Really.
Notes: One instance of bad language.
“Well?” John pokes George in the side with a long finger.
“Lion tamer.”
“Lion tamer? Oh, yeah, I can just see that, mate, ‘little Georgie- tamer of fearsome beasties. Roll up, Roll up...’” John smothers a laugh in George’s shoulder, resting his forehead against bare skin, squeezing his eyes shut for a second.
“Well, that was after Mam took us to the circus. Before that it were a cowboy- you know after the double they used to show down the Odeon on Saturday morning. And I think I may have wanted to be a train driver too.”
“High ambitions.”
“Don’t laugh,” George shifts as John lets out another fit of sniggers. He presses a hand to the centre of John’s back.
The earlier session had not gone well- cues were missed, and chords fluffed.
The earlier session had not gone well, and John had yelled and sworn and called them all a bunch of fucking amateurs.
“What about you then? What did you want to be when you grew up?”
“Oh, I wanted to be master of the world, me. The normal ambitions every child has like.”
George smiles. “The Almighty John. John the All Powerful.” He pauses, “Suits you, mate.”
“Cheeky!” John twists and shuffles and wriggles about until he is perched over George. He smiles slowly, then in a sudden flurry of movement attacks with quick tickling fingers. “Say ‘mercy’, come on, son, cry ‘mercy’.”
The session had not gone well.
And John had glared before storming out, the door slamming behind him.
George doubles up with laughter, and it’s almost a certain thing that he’d beg for John to stop, could he just get enough air to force the word past his throat. Gasping, he tries to roll away, and tries to shove John’s hands from his vulnerable ribs, and tries to kick John in the shin- and fails.
Eventually John sits back and watches as George, flushed and breathing hard, struggles to sit up.
“You’re a right git, you know that?”
“Part of me charm, Georgie.”
It had not gone well.
And George had found John back in their room, still frowning and swearing and ready to kick a hole through the wall.
“Whatever you want to believe, John.” George scrubs at his face then lies back down. He tries to pull the blankets into some semblance of order. “Come on then, Oh Most Powerful and Mighty One, I’m knackered, let’s get some kip.”
John quickly tucks himself under the blankets, shifting over until one hand rests on George’s hip and his head lies on George’s chest. “So, a lion tamer, huh?”
“Yeah, that’s right.” George smiles. “A lion tamer.”
Author Name/Pen Name: Pigeon
Author LJ Name: pigeongirl99
Title of story: Lion Tamer
Rating of story: PG
Word count of story: 444
Chapter _ of _: One of one.
Brief summary: George is a Lion Tamer. Really.
Notes: One instance of bad language.
“Well?” John pokes George in the side with a long finger.
“Lion tamer.”
“Lion tamer? Oh, yeah, I can just see that, mate, ‘little Georgie- tamer of fearsome beasties. Roll up, Roll up...’” John smothers a laugh in George’s shoulder, resting his forehead against bare skin, squeezing his eyes shut for a second.
“Well, that was after Mam took us to the circus. Before that it were a cowboy- you know after the double they used to show down the Odeon on Saturday morning. And I think I may have wanted to be a train driver too.”
“High ambitions.”
“Don’t laugh,” George shifts as John lets out another fit of sniggers. He presses a hand to the centre of John’s back.
The earlier session had not gone well- cues were missed, and chords fluffed.
The earlier session had not gone well, and John had yelled and sworn and called them all a bunch of fucking amateurs.
“What about you then? What did you want to be when you grew up?”
“Oh, I wanted to be master of the world, me. The normal ambitions every child has like.”
George smiles. “The Almighty John. John the All Powerful.” He pauses, “Suits you, mate.”
“Cheeky!” John twists and shuffles and wriggles about until he is perched over George. He smiles slowly, then in a sudden flurry of movement attacks with quick tickling fingers. “Say ‘mercy’, come on, son, cry ‘mercy’.”
The session had not gone well.
And John had glared before storming out, the door slamming behind him.
George doubles up with laughter, and it’s almost a certain thing that he’d beg for John to stop, could he just get enough air to force the word past his throat. Gasping, he tries to roll away, and tries to shove John’s hands from his vulnerable ribs, and tries to kick John in the shin- and fails.
Eventually John sits back and watches as George, flushed and breathing hard, struggles to sit up.
“You’re a right git, you know that?”
“Part of me charm, Georgie.”
It had not gone well.
And George had found John back in their room, still frowning and swearing and ready to kick a hole through the wall.
“Whatever you want to believe, John.” George scrubs at his face then lies back down. He tries to pull the blankets into some semblance of order. “Come on then, Oh Most Powerful and Mighty One, I’m knackered, let’s get some kip.”
John quickly tucks himself under the blankets, shifting over until one hand rests on George’s hip and his head lies on George’s chest. “So, a lion tamer, huh?”
“Yeah, that’s right.” George smiles. “A lion tamer.”