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Title: Persuasion
Summary: Greg plays dirty.
Disclaimer: Not yours, not mine. Unless you happen to be Jerry Bruckheimer. Then it's totally yours.
Warning: Slash? (One of these days, I'm writing a Hodges-fic that has het in it just so I can warn for het.)
Pairing: Greg/Hodges
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Thanks for the beta, Kelly. By the by, it has "A/T" on the header in the userinfo. What does "A/T" stand for?
David Hodges loved Greg Sanders. He might, even, on occasion, tell him this. David appreciated the man’s sense of humor, and although he complained about his shirts and music, he could tolerate them. It was what made Greg who he was. It was his style.
However, there was absolutely no way in hell that he’d let Greg con him into adopting the cat that had shown up on their doorstep. (Greg still had an apartment, but he rarely used it anymore.)
Cats were sneaky, conniving, little creatures that plotted all day about what to tear up or what to pee on. They were evil, allergy-inducing furballs from hell and he wouldn’t have one around the house. Ever.
“No,” Hodges said, quite firmly in the face of those pleading eyes. Greg was holding the black little demon and a pout was etched on his features.
“Please? I’ll take care of him. You won’t even know he’s here.”
Were eyes that hopeful and brown even legal? “I already know it’s here. It’s too late for that, isn’t it? We're not keeping it.”
“Are you sure? There isn’t anything I could do to convince you?” Oh, that tone was dangerous. Red alert! Back away now and escape with your dignity intact!
“Greg, I absolutely refuse to allow - mmmph!” Hodges should’ve expected that. Greg had set down the cat and had literally pounced - not unlike a cat himself - on David. Those lips were soft and kissing him deeply and those hands were roaming everywhere and what had they been talking about, again?
“Please?” Greg whispered in David’s ear, voice low, much like a purr. And how was that even fair with his breath so close to his ear and his hands still touching and feeling and leaving trails of fire like that? And Greg had straddled him, pinning him to the couch, too. What sane human being had any hope of resisting this? David’s willpower had never been the stuff of legends and it certainly wasn’t strong enough to resist Greg Sanders in seduce-mode.
“Oh, fine!” David choked out before Greg’s lips descended on his once more.
*
Sometime later, after they were both dozing on the couch, sated, it occurred to David that Greg had conned him once again. He sighed. Well, they could declaw the beast and make sure it was trained properly, couldn’t they? And taking allergy medicine wasn’t that bad, right?
David rolled his eyes as he ran his fingers through the hair that was even more mussed than usual. Ugly shirts, bad music, and now a furball of death - the things he had to put up with because he loved Greg Sanders.
David smirked to himself. It was worth it.
-End
Enjoy. ^^
Title: Persuasion
Summary: Greg plays dirty.
Disclaimer: Not yours, not mine. Unless you happen to be Jerry Bruckheimer. Then it's totally yours.
Warning: Slash? (One of these days, I'm writing a Hodges-fic that has het in it just so I can warn for het.)
Pairing: Greg/Hodges
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Thanks for the beta, Kelly. By the by, it has "A/T" on the header in the userinfo. What does "A/T" stand for?
David Hodges loved Greg Sanders. He might, even, on occasion, tell him this. David appreciated the man’s sense of humor, and although he complained about his shirts and music, he could tolerate them. It was what made Greg who he was. It was his style.
However, there was absolutely no way in hell that he’d let Greg con him into adopting the cat that had shown up on their doorstep. (Greg still had an apartment, but he rarely used it anymore.)
Cats were sneaky, conniving, little creatures that plotted all day about what to tear up or what to pee on. They were evil, allergy-inducing furballs from hell and he wouldn’t have one around the house. Ever.
“No,” Hodges said, quite firmly in the face of those pleading eyes. Greg was holding the black little demon and a pout was etched on his features.
“Please? I’ll take care of him. You won’t even know he’s here.”
Were eyes that hopeful and brown even legal? “I already know it’s here. It’s too late for that, isn’t it? We're not keeping it.”
“Are you sure? There isn’t anything I could do to convince you?” Oh, that tone was dangerous. Red alert! Back away now and escape with your dignity intact!
“Greg, I absolutely refuse to allow - mmmph!” Hodges should’ve expected that. Greg had set down the cat and had literally pounced - not unlike a cat himself - on David. Those lips were soft and kissing him deeply and those hands were roaming everywhere and what had they been talking about, again?
“Please?” Greg whispered in David’s ear, voice low, much like a purr. And how was that even fair with his breath so close to his ear and his hands still touching and feeling and leaving trails of fire like that? And Greg had straddled him, pinning him to the couch, too. What sane human being had any hope of resisting this? David’s willpower had never been the stuff of legends and it certainly wasn’t strong enough to resist Greg Sanders in seduce-mode.
“Oh, fine!” David choked out before Greg’s lips descended on his once more.
*
Sometime later, after they were both dozing on the couch, sated, it occurred to David that Greg had conned him once again. He sighed. Well, they could declaw the beast and make sure it was trained properly, couldn’t they? And taking allergy medicine wasn’t that bad, right?
David rolled his eyes as he ran his fingers through the hair that was even more mussed than usual. Ugly shirts, bad music, and now a furball of death - the things he had to put up with because he loved Greg Sanders.
David smirked to himself. It was worth it.
-End
Enjoy. ^^