I Want To Hold Your Hand
As always, any comments/suggestions are welcome, especially when it comes to britpicking. I'd rather deconstruct and reconstruct a piece fifty million times and get it right than throw up something half-assed. *G* I went with "I Want To Hold Your Hand" for this one's title, but it could also be "We Can Work It Out", so I'd especially like feedback on which you think fits best.
"I Want To Hold Your Hand"
Pairing: Pete/Carl
Rating: E
Beta: None, yet
Word Count: 827
Notes: This is the next in the Libertines drabbles based off Beatles song titles. It's based on this set: picture 1 picture 2 picture 3 picture 4 picture 5 picture 6, especially the last one. I completely made up the individual photos 'cos... artistic licence or something. *G*
As far as Pete was concerned, the worst thing about fighting with Carl was that he wasn't allowed to touch him until they'd made up. It had all started with Carl pulling away from Pete kissing him in public for what seemed to Pete like the millionth time, and they'd rowed over which of them cared more for the other, both storming off angrily after Pete's declaration that Carl obviously didn't love him since he was too ashamed of being affectionate towards him in public. Normally they really were very touchy-feely people, frequently hugging and kissing one another, but when Carl got it in his head that people might get the "wrong idea" about them (which Pete was quick to point out was actually the right idea), Pete may as well have the plague. Sure, he could always hug one of his other friends, but it wasn't the same. There was just something about Carl he couldn't get enough of, so not being allowed to touch him like this was enough to drive him to distraction.
That was one of the reasons Pete liked photo shoots. Most people thought it was for the attention, and they'd be mostly right, but no small part of it was the excuse it gave him to stare at and touch Carl in public. Then too, the way Carl transformed at those moments fascinated him. Normally, Carl was either loud and boisterous or prickly and confrontational, but the instant a camera was pointed at him, he became coy, almost shy in his posing. Photographers loved it, at first thinking they'd perhaps uncovered his true, hidden nature then ultimately deciding that even if he was just posing, it didn't matter because the pictures were all the better for it. Peter knew it was a mixture of the two because Carl was just like him - seeking attention but plagued by attacks of doubt as to whether he really deserved it or not. Nowhere was this uncertainty more obvious than at photo shoots.
They'd started with individual shots that day, so as soon as his own pictures were done, Pete was given the perfect excuse to stare at Carl. The problem with watching was it always made Pete itch to touch, and not in the friendly arms-about-one-another's-shoulders-for-group-pictures kind of way. There was just something about the way he'd tilt his head ever so slightly and then stare up through his hair at the camera that went straight to the core of Pete every time.
The group photographs started out comfortably enough, Carl forgetting his anger long enough to play around for the camera, but somewhere around the time John decided to wave the flag about, he remembered they were fighting and pulled away from Pete. This irritated the other boy since he'd done an admirable job so far of not molesting Carl, if he did say so himself, and terse words neither of them meant were exchanged. Luckily for everyone else, they were almost done with the pictures, the photographer just wanting a few last shots of the four of them laid out on the flag. This proved to be a bit problematic for Pete for while he was still quite angry at Carl, his traitorous mind wouldn't stop supplying all sorts of interesting scenarios involving the two of them on the flag, none of which he could act on with all these people around. Not that Pete would have minded, really, but Carl would, and if he tried anything with Carl in a mood like this, he'd be lucky to escape with just a black eye. Still, lying on the flag next to him but not being able to touch him was practically killing Pete, and this manifested in him acting out right before each shot was taken. Carl was obviously just as unhappy about the situation, chewing out the photographer for snapping a picture when he was trying to point something out to John, and everyone was getting frustrated with the pair of them.
They were almost done when a sigh gave Pete an excuse to look over at his friend. Carl quickly laid back down, obviously trying not to get caught looking at him, but a hand resting on his shoulder betrayed which way he'd been turned. Pete took this as a sign and reached out, slowly just in case he'd misread the situation, and gently rested his hand next to the other's shoulder. Carl stiffened, but relaxed when Pete made no further move. A little bit later, Pete felt a tentative touch then Carl's fingertips creep over his own and come to a rest lightly against his littlest finger. Neither of them moved again, and the shoot ended soon after with no further incident.
Days later when they finally got to see the pictures, Pete slipped that one from the set into his pocket, just in case he was ever tempted to doubt his lover's affections again.
"I Want To Hold Your Hand"
Pairing: Pete/Carl
Rating: E
Beta: None, yet
Word Count: 827
Notes: This is the next in the Libertines drabbles based off Beatles song titles. It's based on this set: picture 1 picture 2 picture 3 picture 4 picture 5 picture 6, especially the last one. I completely made up the individual photos 'cos... artistic licence or something. *G*
As far as Pete was concerned, the worst thing about fighting with Carl was that he wasn't allowed to touch him until they'd made up. It had all started with Carl pulling away from Pete kissing him in public for what seemed to Pete like the millionth time, and they'd rowed over which of them cared more for the other, both storming off angrily after Pete's declaration that Carl obviously didn't love him since he was too ashamed of being affectionate towards him in public. Normally they really were very touchy-feely people, frequently hugging and kissing one another, but when Carl got it in his head that people might get the "wrong idea" about them (which Pete was quick to point out was actually the right idea), Pete may as well have the plague. Sure, he could always hug one of his other friends, but it wasn't the same. There was just something about Carl he couldn't get enough of, so not being allowed to touch him like this was enough to drive him to distraction.
That was one of the reasons Pete liked photo shoots. Most people thought it was for the attention, and they'd be mostly right, but no small part of it was the excuse it gave him to stare at and touch Carl in public. Then too, the way Carl transformed at those moments fascinated him. Normally, Carl was either loud and boisterous or prickly and confrontational, but the instant a camera was pointed at him, he became coy, almost shy in his posing. Photographers loved it, at first thinking they'd perhaps uncovered his true, hidden nature then ultimately deciding that even if he was just posing, it didn't matter because the pictures were all the better for it. Peter knew it was a mixture of the two because Carl was just like him - seeking attention but plagued by attacks of doubt as to whether he really deserved it or not. Nowhere was this uncertainty more obvious than at photo shoots.
They'd started with individual shots that day, so as soon as his own pictures were done, Pete was given the perfect excuse to stare at Carl. The problem with watching was it always made Pete itch to touch, and not in the friendly arms-about-one-another's-shoulders-for-group-pictures kind of way. There was just something about the way he'd tilt his head ever so slightly and then stare up through his hair at the camera that went straight to the core of Pete every time.
The group photographs started out comfortably enough, Carl forgetting his anger long enough to play around for the camera, but somewhere around the time John decided to wave the flag about, he remembered they were fighting and pulled away from Pete. This irritated the other boy since he'd done an admirable job so far of not molesting Carl, if he did say so himself, and terse words neither of them meant were exchanged. Luckily for everyone else, they were almost done with the pictures, the photographer just wanting a few last shots of the four of them laid out on the flag. This proved to be a bit problematic for Pete for while he was still quite angry at Carl, his traitorous mind wouldn't stop supplying all sorts of interesting scenarios involving the two of them on the flag, none of which he could act on with all these people around. Not that Pete would have minded, really, but Carl would, and if he tried anything with Carl in a mood like this, he'd be lucky to escape with just a black eye. Still, lying on the flag next to him but not being able to touch him was practically killing Pete, and this manifested in him acting out right before each shot was taken. Carl was obviously just as unhappy about the situation, chewing out the photographer for snapping a picture when he was trying to point something out to John, and everyone was getting frustrated with the pair of them.
They were almost done when a sigh gave Pete an excuse to look over at his friend. Carl quickly laid back down, obviously trying not to get caught looking at him, but a hand resting on his shoulder betrayed which way he'd been turned. Pete took this as a sign and reached out, slowly just in case he'd misread the situation, and gently rested his hand next to the other's shoulder. Carl stiffened, but relaxed when Pete made no further move. A little bit later, Pete felt a tentative touch then Carl's fingertips creep over his own and come to a rest lightly against his littlest finger. Neither of them moved again, and the shoot ended soon after with no further incident.
Days later when they finally got to see the pictures, Pete slipped that one from the set into his pocket, just in case he was ever tempted to doubt his lover's affections again.