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zekkass , this one's for you, miss.
With school being all..busy and shit..i wanted to..give you an early birthday present?
Uhm.
Fic. Yay
Title: Language (1/2)
Author: Lauren
Rating: PG-13
Character(s) and/or Pairing: (For this chapter) Control, C2, Neddy Muldoon (one sided Tony/Control, pre-slash C2/Neddy)
Spoilers: None
Warnings: C2, innuendo, references to sex
Word Count: 530 (This chapter)
Summary: C2 tries to figure out why Control is so hot under the collar lately. Neddy helps. Control wants to crawl into a hole.
“What is it this time?” Control number two sprawled out on the sofa in the living room, one leg dangling lazily over the arm rest, the other planted firmly on the floor. He pillowed his head comfortably on his brother’s thigh, with a full on grin.
“Control,” Control graced the other with an amused smile, one reserved specifically for his twin when he knew C2 was about to make things very difficult. Plus, he was at a critical point in his latest novel- Tony’s novel, his brain supplied, rather unhelpfully- and C2’s head was making it impossible to turn the page.
“German?” C2 soldiered on. “French? Mandarin- don’t let it be Mandarin, I really don’t get the appeal in that one. “
“Control-!”
“Okay, okay…just tell me if it’s a romantic language. Italian? No, that’s too obvious… Spanish…too common.”
“Control, please!” Control sighed, softly, marking his page with his finger.
“Definitely not a romantic language, then,” C2 mused. “That’s for lazy days..you’re stressed…something less flowy-“
“Flowy isn’t a word, Control,” Control chided, gently.
“German, then!” C2 laughed. “Tell me it’s German. It makes the most sense, with the Berlin Crisis and all. Tony’s probably in high demand.” The telltale feel of Control’s leg tensing under his head, then relaxing at the mention of one Tony Murchison gave C2 the answer he needed. “It is German, you kinky ba-..”
“Czech-Czechoslovakian,” a new voice put in from the doorway, hesitant.”
“Oh, dear,” Control murmured to himself. It was going to be a long few hours…
“Czechoslovakian!” C2 crowed, from his back to his feet in a manner that would make any Olympic athlete green with envy. “Oh-ho…Neddy Muldoon, I always knew you were my favorite person for a reason!”
“We-Well..” Neddy stammered, flushed with surprise and barely concealed delight. “I just thought, you know…” his words were muffled by C2 lifting him into a rather dramatic hug, spinning him.
“You thought brilliantly,” C2 beamed at Tony’s meeker cousin. “So our Tony Murchison has been dabbling in Czech for whatever reason, and it’s gotten my beloved brother a little hot under the collar…and in his pa-..”
“Very well, Control,” Control interrupted, considerably flushed, placing a bookmark in his novel. “You’ve done a wonderful job of extracting my latest secret-“
“Well, Neddy did, actually,” C2 corrected, grinning and giving Neddy an affectionate squeeze. “I was way off the mark.”
“Tony has been in contact with one of our allies in Czechoslovakia,” Control sighed. The cat was out of the bag, or so they said. “He had a phone conference at twelve-o-clock from Prague..”
“Eleven our time,” C2 calculates. “So he couldn’t bring you..”
“You-your coffee,” Neddy finishes. Poor Tony…he must have been devastated!
“He’s been working terribly hard lately,” Control continued. “I thought maybe it would be a good idea to stop by his office and give him-“
“A blowjob,” C2 murmured, sotto voce, and was surprised when Neddy’s heel came down on his foot. “Hey!”
“-a cup of coffee,” Control didn’t appear to hear C2’s comment, but he looked a bit suspicious, in any case. “And I couldn’t help but overhear his conversation.” He swallowed, thickly, mind backtracking to eleven-o-clock, United Kingdom time…
Part Two
zekkass , this one's for you, miss.
With school being all..busy and shit..i wanted to..give you an early birthday present?
Uhm.
Fic. Yay
Title: Language (1/2)
Author: Lauren
Rating: PG-13
Character(s) and/or Pairing: (For this chapter) Control, C2, Neddy Muldoon (one sided Tony/Control, pre-slash C2/Neddy)
Spoilers: None
Warnings: C2, innuendo, references to sex
Word Count: 530 (This chapter)
Summary: C2 tries to figure out why Control is so hot under the collar lately. Neddy helps. Control wants to crawl into a hole.
“What is it this time?” Control number two sprawled out on the sofa in the living room, one leg dangling lazily over the arm rest, the other planted firmly on the floor. He pillowed his head comfortably on his brother’s thigh, with a full on grin.
“Control,” Control graced the other with an amused smile, one reserved specifically for his twin when he knew C2 was about to make things very difficult. Plus, he was at a critical point in his latest novel- Tony’s novel, his brain supplied, rather unhelpfully- and C2’s head was making it impossible to turn the page.
“German?” C2 soldiered on. “French? Mandarin- don’t let it be Mandarin, I really don’t get the appeal in that one. “
“Control-!”
“Okay, okay…just tell me if it’s a romantic language. Italian? No, that’s too obvious… Spanish…too common.”
“Control, please!” Control sighed, softly, marking his page with his finger.
“Definitely not a romantic language, then,” C2 mused. “That’s for lazy days..you’re stressed…something less flowy-“
“Flowy isn’t a word, Control,” Control chided, gently.
“German, then!” C2 laughed. “Tell me it’s German. It makes the most sense, with the Berlin Crisis and all. Tony’s probably in high demand.” The telltale feel of Control’s leg tensing under his head, then relaxing at the mention of one Tony Murchison gave C2 the answer he needed. “It is German, you kinky ba-..”
“Czech-Czechoslovakian,” a new voice put in from the doorway, hesitant.”
“Oh, dear,” Control murmured to himself. It was going to be a long few hours…
“Czechoslovakian!” C2 crowed, from his back to his feet in a manner that would make any Olympic athlete green with envy. “Oh-ho…Neddy Muldoon, I always knew you were my favorite person for a reason!”
“We-Well..” Neddy stammered, flushed with surprise and barely concealed delight. “I just thought, you know…” his words were muffled by C2 lifting him into a rather dramatic hug, spinning him.
“You thought brilliantly,” C2 beamed at Tony’s meeker cousin. “So our Tony Murchison has been dabbling in Czech for whatever reason, and it’s gotten my beloved brother a little hot under the collar…and in his pa-..”
“Very well, Control,” Control interrupted, considerably flushed, placing a bookmark in his novel. “You’ve done a wonderful job of extracting my latest secret-“
“Well, Neddy did, actually,” C2 corrected, grinning and giving Neddy an affectionate squeeze. “I was way off the mark.”
“Tony has been in contact with one of our allies in Czechoslovakia,” Control sighed. The cat was out of the bag, or so they said. “He had a phone conference at twelve-o-clock from Prague..”
“Eleven our time,” C2 calculates. “So he couldn’t bring you..”
“You-your coffee,” Neddy finishes. Poor Tony…he must have been devastated!
“He’s been working terribly hard lately,” Control continued. “I thought maybe it would be a good idea to stop by his office and give him-“
“A blowjob,” C2 murmured, sotto voce, and was surprised when Neddy’s heel came down on his foot. “Hey!”
“-a cup of coffee,” Control didn’t appear to hear C2’s comment, but he looked a bit suspicious, in any case. “And I couldn’t help but overhear his conversation.” He swallowed, thickly, mind backtracking to eleven-o-clock, United Kingdom time…
Part Two