fic: green wing, guy/mac, pg.
Because somebody has to.
just another heterosexual male duet
fandom: green wing
pairing: guy/mac
rating: pg
disclaimer: I don't own these characters.
spoilers: none, really as it takes place pre-series.
notes: I watched an episode of Starsky & Hutch last night, so naturally I was reminded of.. "I'm Butch, that's Butch, Cassidy and you're the Sundance Kid. Oh, look at me dancing in the sun like a big kid."
Guy and Mac kissed once. They were both drunk, though not as drunk as they would've liked to be to have a proper valid excuse for a drunken gay kiss, that just kind of happened when one is drunk and there's any sort of leaning in involved. The kiss was quite good, so naturally when they broke apart, Guy said:
"Wow, you are an unbelievably crap snog, Gingster."
Mac snorted at that. "Luckily not as crap as you."
"Yeah, well - I was pretending to be," Guy defended himself, half-hurt, half as arrogant as usual.
"Were you now?" Mac said before gulping down the remains of his drink.
"Obviously. I don't have the heart to -"
"Love?" Mac suggested.
"To encourage your massive gay crush on me, Benny Poof-Benderson," Guy quipped back and reached for his drink, also finishing it.
"Pun names questioning my sexuality, that's new and clever."
"Oh shut up, I'm too pissed to be clever."
Guy wasn't, but that really wasn't the point. They sat in awkward silence for a while, until both of them silently decided that they would never refer to the kiss or use it against one another in banter because sadly, it takes two to tango or gay tango or do anything vaguely gay altogether, so it was rather pointless to bring it up. Then they stood up to leave, and planned on showing the other how incredibly drunk they were on that moment, but then decided against it, figuring it would only result in vague stumbling and feeling up and all of that felt rather gay at the moment.
Outside the pub Guy went through his wallet and groaned, "Christ, no taxi money. Can you give me a ride home? Oh, and by 'ride' I don't mean that, you pervy twat, so don't get any funny ideas."
"I never do," Mac replied and put on his helmet.
Secretly they were both glad it was too dark for them to ride into the sunset, or anything vaguely gay like that.
just another heterosexual male duet
fandom: green wing
pairing: guy/mac
rating: pg
disclaimer: I don't own these characters.
spoilers: none, really as it takes place pre-series.
notes: I watched an episode of Starsky & Hutch last night, so naturally I was reminded of.. "I'm Butch, that's Butch, Cassidy and you're the Sundance Kid. Oh, look at me dancing in the sun like a big kid."
Guy and Mac kissed once. They were both drunk, though not as drunk as they would've liked to be to have a proper valid excuse for a drunken gay kiss, that just kind of happened when one is drunk and there's any sort of leaning in involved. The kiss was quite good, so naturally when they broke apart, Guy said:
"Wow, you are an unbelievably crap snog, Gingster."
Mac snorted at that. "Luckily not as crap as you."
"Yeah, well - I was pretending to be," Guy defended himself, half-hurt, half as arrogant as usual.
"Were you now?" Mac said before gulping down the remains of his drink.
"Obviously. I don't have the heart to -"
"Love?" Mac suggested.
"To encourage your massive gay crush on me, Benny Poof-Benderson," Guy quipped back and reached for his drink, also finishing it.
"Pun names questioning my sexuality, that's new and clever."
"Oh shut up, I'm too pissed to be clever."
Guy wasn't, but that really wasn't the point. They sat in awkward silence for a while, until both of them silently decided that they would never refer to the kiss or use it against one another in banter because sadly, it takes two to tango or gay tango or do anything vaguely gay altogether, so it was rather pointless to bring it up. Then they stood up to leave, and planned on showing the other how incredibly drunk they were on that moment, but then decided against it, figuring it would only result in vague stumbling and feeling up and all of that felt rather gay at the moment.
Outside the pub Guy went through his wallet and groaned, "Christ, no taxi money. Can you give me a ride home? Oh, and by 'ride' I don't mean that, you pervy twat, so don't get any funny ideas."
"I never do," Mac replied and put on his helmet.
Secretly they were both glad it was too dark for them to ride into the sunset, or anything vaguely gay like that.