Fic (TLC RPS, Marc/Evan, PG)
This is so completely not my fault. It's just exactly what you get for encouraging me. I'm looking at you, stormwind and ruggerdavey. So. RPS based on In a Fix and While You Were Out. I have no idea.
His fingers trail through dark, shaggy hair, reacquainting himself with the silky texture he loves and doesn't get to touch nearly often enough. Not that he's complaining, because the job is what brought them together, and if they have to steal time between shoots and during rerun season he'll take it.
He hears a soft 'mmm' and smiles at the sight of long eyelashes fluttering against pale cheeks, leaning in to press a kiss to perfect red lips. He's barely six inches away from Evan when he sees it, frowning and leaning even closer to peer at one eyebrow. "What is that?"
"What?" Evan asks, eyes blinking open to peer up at Marc.
"There's something on your eyebrow. Is that…hot glue?"
"Oh God," Evan moans, hand flying up to his eyebrow to pick at the glue. "Damn Chayse and her stupid lampshades."
Marc laughs and reaches out to tug Evan's hand away from his eyebrow. His skin's red, but he hasn't managed to pull the whole thing out yet, and Marc figures it's probably a good idea to stop him before he does any damage. Not that he'd care if Evan wandered around eyebrow-less for awhile, but he's pretty sure the producers would. "Hey, it's a look. You've got that whole crafty thing going on."
"I am not crafty," Evan says, glaring at Marc like it's a dirty word. Like he doesn't spend half his time on camera gluing crazy shit to perfectly good furniture.
"It's better than ex-boyband member, isn't it?" And Evan's fast, but Marc's expecting it so he ducks when the first pillow comes flying at him. "Hey, watch the face. I've got a look to preserve here too."
"And what look is that, exactly? Sawdust chic?"
"Just because my crew could kick Dan-Jumbo's ass…" Marc says, laughing when Evan gives him another look and pushes him backwards. And this part he's not complaining about, because Evan's still got hot glue in his eyebrow, but he's straddling Marc's hips and when he shifts just so Marc can't hold back a moan.
"Sure, but there's no way they could take Segrete."
"You keep telling yourself that," Marc answers. "Although I bet the producers would love the idea of Justin vs. Dan-Jumbo. Think of the ratings."
Evan laughs and shifts again, leaning close this time and Marc finds himself leaning up until they're practically nose-to-nose. "Or Leslie vs. Jenny."
"And we'd get to film together for a couple days."
"True. Plus, you already did that crossover with Trading Spaces…"
The last words are mumbled against Evan's mouth, lips parted and he feels more than hears Evan's low 'mmm-hmm'. It really is a good idea, and it would be kind of cool to be on the same set for awhile even though they'd have to be careful…
"Hey."
Marc blinks up at Evan, taking in his amused grin and the glue still clinging stubbornly to his eyebrow. "What?"
"Can you maybe start planning your big crossover project later? I do have to be back on set in the morning."
And he can take a hint, so instead of rolling his eyes and denying it Marc nods and grips the front of Evan's shirt to pull him close again. "Can do."
~
He feels eyes on him but doesn't look up; it's a tricky wiring project, and if he lets his focus slip even a little he knows he'll be sorry. So he ignores the prickle at the back of his neck and finishes splicing his wires together, grinning triumphantly when he finally gets it right.
"Take that, you bastard."
"You always talk to walls or is this a new thing?"
Justin, sounding amused and Sparky shakes his head before he turns around. And that's not something anybody sees all that often, but his heart doesn't skip a beat at the sight of Justin's smile. He can't stop himself from grinning right back at Justin, though, shrugging and dropping his pliers into his tool belt. "Just gotta show it who's boss. You know how that goes."
Another smile, warmer this time and Sparky ignores the pull in his stomach. Because Justin's just a guy he works with; granted, they get along pretty well and Justin's a lot quicker to compliment Sparky than anybody else on the crew, but that doesn't mean anything. At least it doesn't have to, and Sparky's not going to mess anything up by jumping to the wrong conclusions. Still, Justin's spent an awful lot of time watching him work lately, and Sparky's starting to think it's not just because Justin admires his work ethic.
"Yeah," Justin finally answers, taking a step forward and it's all Sparky can do not to flinch. "Good job, boss."
A second later he's gone, back to his rock and Sparky knows he's just standing there like an idiot, but he can't get his legs to work with him. If he didn't know better…but it doesn't matter, because they've still got a project to finish and if he doesn't pull himself together before the cameras are back on him there might not be a next project. He shakes his head again, checking his tool belt before he reaches for the electrical box he still has to reinstall.
He's not going to spend the rest of the day remembering Justin's low voice rumbling close to his ear, and only Justin could make the word boss sound pornographic. No, he's not going to spend the rest of the day wondering what exactly Justin meant, but when he feels the prickle at the back of his neck again he knows he's going to find out a lot sooner than he'd let himself hope.
~
I'm going to write real fic now. Honest.
His fingers trail through dark, shaggy hair, reacquainting himself with the silky texture he loves and doesn't get to touch nearly often enough. Not that he's complaining, because the job is what brought them together, and if they have to steal time between shoots and during rerun season he'll take it.
He hears a soft 'mmm' and smiles at the sight of long eyelashes fluttering against pale cheeks, leaning in to press a kiss to perfect red lips. He's barely six inches away from Evan when he sees it, frowning and leaning even closer to peer at one eyebrow. "What is that?"
"What?" Evan asks, eyes blinking open to peer up at Marc.
"There's something on your eyebrow. Is that…hot glue?"
"Oh God," Evan moans, hand flying up to his eyebrow to pick at the glue. "Damn Chayse and her stupid lampshades."
Marc laughs and reaches out to tug Evan's hand away from his eyebrow. His skin's red, but he hasn't managed to pull the whole thing out yet, and Marc figures it's probably a good idea to stop him before he does any damage. Not that he'd care if Evan wandered around eyebrow-less for awhile, but he's pretty sure the producers would. "Hey, it's a look. You've got that whole crafty thing going on."
"I am not crafty," Evan says, glaring at Marc like it's a dirty word. Like he doesn't spend half his time on camera gluing crazy shit to perfectly good furniture.
"It's better than ex-boyband member, isn't it?" And Evan's fast, but Marc's expecting it so he ducks when the first pillow comes flying at him. "Hey, watch the face. I've got a look to preserve here too."
"And what look is that, exactly? Sawdust chic?"
"Just because my crew could kick Dan-Jumbo's ass…" Marc says, laughing when Evan gives him another look and pushes him backwards. And this part he's not complaining about, because Evan's still got hot glue in his eyebrow, but he's straddling Marc's hips and when he shifts just so Marc can't hold back a moan.
"Sure, but there's no way they could take Segrete."
"You keep telling yourself that," Marc answers. "Although I bet the producers would love the idea of Justin vs. Dan-Jumbo. Think of the ratings."
Evan laughs and shifts again, leaning close this time and Marc finds himself leaning up until they're practically nose-to-nose. "Or Leslie vs. Jenny."
"And we'd get to film together for a couple days."
"True. Plus, you already did that crossover with Trading Spaces…"
The last words are mumbled against Evan's mouth, lips parted and he feels more than hears Evan's low 'mmm-hmm'. It really is a good idea, and it would be kind of cool to be on the same set for awhile even though they'd have to be careful…
"Hey."
Marc blinks up at Evan, taking in his amused grin and the glue still clinging stubbornly to his eyebrow. "What?"
"Can you maybe start planning your big crossover project later? I do have to be back on set in the morning."
And he can take a hint, so instead of rolling his eyes and denying it Marc nods and grips the front of Evan's shirt to pull him close again. "Can do."
~
He feels eyes on him but doesn't look up; it's a tricky wiring project, and if he lets his focus slip even a little he knows he'll be sorry. So he ignores the prickle at the back of his neck and finishes splicing his wires together, grinning triumphantly when he finally gets it right.
"Take that, you bastard."
"You always talk to walls or is this a new thing?"
Justin, sounding amused and Sparky shakes his head before he turns around. And that's not something anybody sees all that often, but his heart doesn't skip a beat at the sight of Justin's smile. He can't stop himself from grinning right back at Justin, though, shrugging and dropping his pliers into his tool belt. "Just gotta show it who's boss. You know how that goes."
Another smile, warmer this time and Sparky ignores the pull in his stomach. Because Justin's just a guy he works with; granted, they get along pretty well and Justin's a lot quicker to compliment Sparky than anybody else on the crew, but that doesn't mean anything. At least it doesn't have to, and Sparky's not going to mess anything up by jumping to the wrong conclusions. Still, Justin's spent an awful lot of time watching him work lately, and Sparky's starting to think it's not just because Justin admires his work ethic.
"Yeah," Justin finally answers, taking a step forward and it's all Sparky can do not to flinch. "Good job, boss."
A second later he's gone, back to his rock and Sparky knows he's just standing there like an idiot, but he can't get his legs to work with him. If he didn't know better…but it doesn't matter, because they've still got a project to finish and if he doesn't pull himself together before the cameras are back on him there might not be a next project. He shakes his head again, checking his tool belt before he reaches for the electrical box he still has to reinstall.
He's not going to spend the rest of the day remembering Justin's low voice rumbling close to his ear, and only Justin could make the word boss sound pornographic. No, he's not going to spend the rest of the day wondering what exactly Justin meant, but when he feels the prickle at the back of his neck again he knows he's going to find out a lot sooner than he'd let himself hope.
~
I'm going to write real fic now. Honest.