Three is a crowd (but not if you ask Cooper Cronk) Part 1
Title: Three is a crowd (but not if you ask Cooper Cronk) Part 1
Pairing: Billy Slater/ Cooper Cronk/ Johnathan Thurston
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Light bondage. Threesome.
Notes: Written for the Travel prompt between the brilliant snakes_gift, Booperesque and myself. Posted in parts because apparently it's too big for Livejournal.
Cooper leans his head on the window and watches the world pass by. Billy is sitting next to him, head phones covering his ears, tuning the world out. Cooper doesn't begrudge him this moment of peace. It has been a dramatic few weeks and they're only now starting to calm down. He sighs and twists the ring on his finger absently. The matching ring on Billy's hand flashes silver in the dim light of the bus. But Cooper's mind is on the owner of the third ring hanging on a chain around Billy's neck.
Life has given him many things. Good and bad. He will always take the bad if it means he gets the good. There is nothing in this world that can make him regret the life he's lived even if it has been one that he never would have guessed at five years ago.
---
"You fucking moron!" Cooper yells, uncaring that all eyes in the vicinity turns towards them.
Johnathan cringes and even Billy flinches a little.
"Coop," Billy tries to placate a very angry Cooper Cronk, who is red in the face from the Italian heat and anger. Anger that had not many minutes ago been fear.
"What the fuck were you thinking? We thought you'd gotten kidnapped or gotten mugged in some alley! And why isn't your goddamn phone working?"
"I'm sorry, Cooper," Johnathan's voice is so small in the face of Cooper's anger, "there were all these people and I just lost sight of you. I'm sorry."
Cooper continues to glare and Billy gently touches shoulders with him.
"Come on, Coops," he says softly.
"No."
Cooper turns on his heel and walks away.
---
There had been tears in Johnathan's eyes that day. He had brought tears to those beautiful eyes. And he'd carelessly dismissed the fact that the sight broke his heart. Because he didn't understand why it should. He'd walked away and when he looked back Billy had Johnathan in his arms, whispering words that Cooper had been too far away to hear.
That should have told him. He should have understood. But he'd been too angry at Johnathan to see. His anger. The intensity of it should have given it away. They say love is blind and it takes him a while to figure out he is the blindest person in history.
---
"Billy, what-" Cooper pulls Johnathan back in time to avoid colliding with a blond haired guy in a red cap speeding past them, obviously chasing after someone.
He squints at the guy.
"He looks familiar or am I imagining this?" Billy asks, coming to stand alongside him while the blond in the red cap shouts.
"Come on, bruz!"
Whoever 'bruz' is, a tall, dark and probably handsome if Cooper could guess by looking at his retreating back, seems oblivious to the drama his friend is causing.
"Isn't that-" Billy starts but Cooper whacks him on the back of the head.
"None of our business," Cooper says but remains staring after the duo as well.
The blond finally catches up with his objective and they watch him pleading with his friend.
"Guys come on," Johnathan says but halts when the blond suddenly pulls his 'bruz' forward and kisses him. Cooper grabs Billy and Johnathan, both gaping at the pair, and hauls them away.
---
He is looking out at the Colosseum arena, when he feels someone lean in to him from behind. He knows immediately who it is.
"What are you thinking?" Johnathan asks, standing so close that his chest is touching Cooper's back.
"So many people died here," Cooper says quietly.
"If I had to die, I'd like to go out like that," Johnathan says thoughtfully.
Cooper turns his head to look at him, Johnathan's long hair brushing against his face as he does.
"A slave?" he asks confused. Johnathan smiles and Cooper turns back to the arena before he is blinded.
"A warrior, die fighting."
"No peaceful death of old age for you then," Cooper says lightly, trying to counter the seriousness in Johnathan's voice. He feels Johnathan’s hands on his waist as he leans closer and he can feel his heart beat against his back.
"Maybe if you're there," Johnathan’s voice is so quiet that if they were not standing so close, he would never have caught it.
Cooper turns around and Johnathan steps back. Cooper misses the warmth immediately.
"What?"
Johnathan leans closer, hand reaching up to trail gentle fingers down Cooper's face. Cooper stays still like a deer caught in headlights because he's never known anyone who makes the rest of the world disappear like Johnathan.
"I'd die happy if you were with me," Johnathan says. Then he leans forward, giving Cooper every chance to step back.
Cooper doesn't and when Johnathan's lips finally touch his', he realises that this has been inevitable for a long time. He steps closer, a hand in Johnathan's dark hair and he can't see it but he knows Johnathan is smiling.
They're going home tomorrow and Cooper isn't sure where this would go. Because back home life wouldn't be so simple, the freedom they have here where he can kiss this beautiful boy in the middle of a thousand people, is not something they'd ever have. But this is nice. And he wants this. He would hold on as long as he can.
Part 2.
*Photos taken by Billy.
Pairing: Billy Slater/ Cooper Cronk/ Johnathan Thurston
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Light bondage. Threesome.
Notes: Written for the Travel prompt between the brilliant snakes_gift, Booperesque and myself. Posted in parts because apparently it's too big for Livejournal.
Cooper leans his head on the window and watches the world pass by. Billy is sitting next to him, head phones covering his ears, tuning the world out. Cooper doesn't begrudge him this moment of peace. It has been a dramatic few weeks and they're only now starting to calm down. He sighs and twists the ring on his finger absently. The matching ring on Billy's hand flashes silver in the dim light of the bus. But Cooper's mind is on the owner of the third ring hanging on a chain around Billy's neck.
Life has given him many things. Good and bad. He will always take the bad if it means he gets the good. There is nothing in this world that can make him regret the life he's lived even if it has been one that he never would have guessed at five years ago.
---
"You fucking moron!" Cooper yells, uncaring that all eyes in the vicinity turns towards them.
Johnathan cringes and even Billy flinches a little.
"Coop," Billy tries to placate a very angry Cooper Cronk, who is red in the face from the Italian heat and anger. Anger that had not many minutes ago been fear.
"What the fuck were you thinking? We thought you'd gotten kidnapped or gotten mugged in some alley! And why isn't your goddamn phone working?"
"I'm sorry, Cooper," Johnathan's voice is so small in the face of Cooper's anger, "there were all these people and I just lost sight of you. I'm sorry."
Cooper continues to glare and Billy gently touches shoulders with him.
"Come on, Coops," he says softly.
"No."
Cooper turns on his heel and walks away.
---
There had been tears in Johnathan's eyes that day. He had brought tears to those beautiful eyes. And he'd carelessly dismissed the fact that the sight broke his heart. Because he didn't understand why it should. He'd walked away and when he looked back Billy had Johnathan in his arms, whispering words that Cooper had been too far away to hear.
That should have told him. He should have understood. But he'd been too angry at Johnathan to see. His anger. The intensity of it should have given it away. They say love is blind and it takes him a while to figure out he is the blindest person in history.
---
"Billy, what-" Cooper pulls Johnathan back in time to avoid colliding with a blond haired guy in a red cap speeding past them, obviously chasing after someone.
He squints at the guy.
"He looks familiar or am I imagining this?" Billy asks, coming to stand alongside him while the blond in the red cap shouts.
"Come on, bruz!"
Whoever 'bruz' is, a tall, dark and probably handsome if Cooper could guess by looking at his retreating back, seems oblivious to the drama his friend is causing.
"Isn't that-" Billy starts but Cooper whacks him on the back of the head.
"None of our business," Cooper says but remains staring after the duo as well.
The blond finally catches up with his objective and they watch him pleading with his friend.
"Guys come on," Johnathan says but halts when the blond suddenly pulls his 'bruz' forward and kisses him. Cooper grabs Billy and Johnathan, both gaping at the pair, and hauls them away.
---
He is looking out at the Colosseum arena, when he feels someone lean in to him from behind. He knows immediately who it is.
"What are you thinking?" Johnathan asks, standing so close that his chest is touching Cooper's back.
"So many people died here," Cooper says quietly.
"If I had to die, I'd like to go out like that," Johnathan says thoughtfully.
Cooper turns his head to look at him, Johnathan's long hair brushing against his face as he does.
"A slave?" he asks confused. Johnathan smiles and Cooper turns back to the arena before he is blinded.
"A warrior, die fighting."
"No peaceful death of old age for you then," Cooper says lightly, trying to counter the seriousness in Johnathan's voice. He feels Johnathan’s hands on his waist as he leans closer and he can feel his heart beat against his back.
"Maybe if you're there," Johnathan’s voice is so quiet that if they were not standing so close, he would never have caught it.
Cooper turns around and Johnathan steps back. Cooper misses the warmth immediately.
"What?"
Johnathan leans closer, hand reaching up to trail gentle fingers down Cooper's face. Cooper stays still like a deer caught in headlights because he's never known anyone who makes the rest of the world disappear like Johnathan.
"I'd die happy if you were with me," Johnathan says. Then he leans forward, giving Cooper every chance to step back.
Cooper doesn't and when Johnathan's lips finally touch his', he realises that this has been inevitable for a long time. He steps closer, a hand in Johnathan's dark hair and he can't see it but he knows Johnathan is smiling.
They're going home tomorrow and Cooper isn't sure where this would go. Because back home life wouldn't be so simple, the freedom they have here where he can kiss this beautiful boy in the middle of a thousand people, is not something they'd ever have. But this is nice. And he wants this. He would hold on as long as he can.
Part 2.
*Photos taken by Billy.