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An untitled drabble-ish thing. I was trying to write something else and this happened. Testing the waters, perhaps.
Title: untitled
Pairing: AJ/Brian
Rating: PG
Summary: AJ watches.
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Brian was making that voice again. The Donald Duck voice, where he twisted his mouth into that odd shape and made his eyes bug out. He was waving his hands around to illustrate whatever he was saying. He wasn’t sure how you could illustrate playing checkers, but Brian was one of those people who could illustrate anything. It probably made more sense when you were a five-year-old.
AJ is seated on the couch a few feet away from the two of them playing checkers. A magazine lies open on his lap. He doesn't bother reading it. Large raindrops are striking the window behind him.
He can't make out what Brian's saying in that voice. It's grating. He's not sure why Brian is trying to teach him to play checkers anyway. Baylee's a smart kid, sure. Neither of them seem focused on the game though.
He knows they don't get to do this a lot, spend time with just the two of them. He watches as Brian grabs a fistful of checker pieces from the board. He remembers those hands grabbing fistfuls of sheets the night before. He remembers sheets twisting as Brian writhes underneath him. He remembers stifling heat.
Baylee squeals and claps his hands together. His curly hair bounces as he dives for the board, scooping up the red and black pieces. Brian laughs in earnest now as he digs his fingers into Baylee's exposed sides, tickling the smooth young skin. Baylee shrieks in delight as pieces go flying.
When Brian looks up his eyes are shining. His smile softens a bit as his eyes focus on AJ.
AJ goes back to reading his magazine. Raindrops strike the cool glass behind him.
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Title: untitled
Pairing: AJ/Brian
Rating: PG
Summary: AJ watches.
*****
Brian was making that voice again. The Donald Duck voice, where he twisted his mouth into that odd shape and made his eyes bug out. He was waving his hands around to illustrate whatever he was saying. He wasn’t sure how you could illustrate playing checkers, but Brian was one of those people who could illustrate anything. It probably made more sense when you were a five-year-old.
AJ is seated on the couch a few feet away from the two of them playing checkers. A magazine lies open on his lap. He doesn't bother reading it. Large raindrops are striking the window behind him.
He can't make out what Brian's saying in that voice. It's grating. He's not sure why Brian is trying to teach him to play checkers anyway. Baylee's a smart kid, sure. Neither of them seem focused on the game though.
He knows they don't get to do this a lot, spend time with just the two of them. He watches as Brian grabs a fistful of checker pieces from the board. He remembers those hands grabbing fistfuls of sheets the night before. He remembers sheets twisting as Brian writhes underneath him. He remembers stifling heat.
Baylee squeals and claps his hands together. His curly hair bounces as he dives for the board, scooping up the red and black pieces. Brian laughs in earnest now as he digs his fingers into Baylee's exposed sides, tickling the smooth young skin. Baylee shrieks in delight as pieces go flying.
When Brian looks up his eyes are shining. His smile softens a bit as his eyes focus on AJ.
AJ goes back to reading his magazine. Raindrops strike the cool glass behind him.
*****