I declare it Comment Fic Wednesday
It is Wednesday (right?). I have one more day of work to go after this one. My arm really hurts this morning. Anything I might have to post about would probably be ridiculously self-centered, and I'm pretty sick of hearing about me, so I can't imagine anyone else wants to hear it either. Well, I could talk about last night's Deadliest Catch,
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"So warm them up."
Brett scowled and shoved Avery's feet off his leg, but instead of complaining Avery just grinned at him and dug his bare feet under the couch cushion instead. He'd been doing that a lot lately, kind of flirting but never following through, and it was starting to get old. It was fucking annoying, is what it was, but Brett wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of asking him what the fuck had gotten into him out on that fishing boat. Or who, a little voice in the back of his head whispered, and Brett clamped down hard on a fresh surge of anger.
"Put some fucking socks on or something," he said instead, but the only answer that got him was a smirk. It didn't even make any sense, because they were stuck in fucking Alaska in the middle of November, and Avery was wandering around the place like it was eighty degrees outside. Which meant either he'd acclimated really fast to the weather, or he'd lost the few brain cells he had somewhere on the Bering Sea.
It could go either way, Brett decided, scowling again as Avery's feet inched closer to him on the couch. He wasn't looking at Brett; he had his face buried in some book he'd found...somewhere, but the corner of his mouth was turned up just enough for Brett to see that he knew exactly what he was doing. He rolled his eyes and pushed Avery's feet away again, shaking his head at the wide-eyed look from the other end of the couch. "Catch pneumonia or whatever if you want, but leave me out of it."
Avery laughed and unfolded himself from the corner of the couch, setting his book down and muttering 'all right, all right' before padded across the living room in search of a pair of socks. At least Brett assumed that was where he was going. He considered following, maybe offering Avery a few suggestions as to how he could warm his feet up. Sometimes he got the feeling that was exactly what Avery wanted him to do, and it was tempting to find out, just so he could stop thinking about it. Brett sighed and ran a hand over his face, scowling at the movie neither of them were watching and telling himself it didn't make him a coward if he just stayed right where he was instead.
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I love this. Exactly what I wanted. Oh, and there's another one!
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