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Fic #23: Games
Request: WYWM, Alec/Ethan, prompt: board games
Requested by: liberty_witch
Length: 572
Rating: PG-13
Notes: I couldn’t rate this one until after I had written it. You never know when these two will suddenly decide to get dirty.
“We should go out somewhere,” I said.
“Broke,” Ethan reminded me, rolling the dice.
I watched in annoyance as he moved his iron onto St. James place. He owned it. “There are places that don’t cost money.”
“Tommy told me to stay in.”
I took the dice and rolled. Three spaces put me on Illinois. Ethan owned it. Damn it. “Tommy’s a dickhead.”
“Pay up. Are you just figuring that out?”
With a grumble, I shelled out the rent. “No, but I don’t see why we have to bow to his dickheadedness. We’re young. We’re sexy. We should be out somewhere having a good time, not sitting around your apartment playing Monopoly while Tommy’s at a bar getting his dickheaded ass hammered on cheap beer.”
“You’re just mad because you’re losing.”
Ethan took the dice and rolled. B&O railroad. He owned it.
“That isn’t the point.” I rolled. Chance card. Pay the bank . . . “God damn it.”
Ethan laughed at me, the little bastard. “It is the point. You aren’t objecting to staying in. You didn’t even object to the game. You’re objecting to the fact that I’m kicking your ass at the game.”
“Wouldn’t you be?”
He rolled. North Carolina. “Oooh. I don’t own that yet. Do you?”
“No,” I said, with a sigh of resignation. Ethan dove into his large stack of cash and purchased one of the few properties left on the board. “It’s even worse because I know you’re taking it easy on me. You haven’t even bothered buying hotels and shit.”
“Sorry,” he said, without a hint of contrition. “How can you be so bad at Monopoly, anyway? Are you cursed?”
“No,” I said defensively. “I’ve just never played it before.”
Ethan blinked at me. “You’ve never played Monopoly?”
“Uh, my mom’s never home. When she is home, she’s either drunk or making out with one of her many boyfriends. I have no siblings, and up until I met you, pretty much no friends. You think I sat around playing it by myself?”
“No, it just . . . didn’t occur to me.”
“Would you go even easier on me if you’d known?”
“Maybe.” Ethan grinned.
“Jerk,” I told him. I rolled the dice and landed on Chance again. “Anyway, this game is boring. I think we should try to make it more interesting.”
“How so?”
I picked up one of the little cards. I owed someone money again, but my pot was almost empty. So instead I cleared my throat and said, “Chance: see how much you can grope your boyfriend under the table before he hits you.”
“It does not say that,” Ethan said, laughing.
“Bet me it doesn’t,” I said, grabbing for his knee.
He smacked me on the upper arm. “There, are you satisfied now?”
“Not hardly,” I said, and grabbed another Chance card. “Chance: get your hand down the back of your boyfriend’s pants no matter what the cost!”
“Alec!” Ethan was still laughing as he started throwing hotels and money at me. “You are such a perv!” He grabbed one of the cards himself. “Community chest: throw your boyfriend out of the house if he keeps being such a pervert.”
Ten minutes later, there were game pieces scattered all over the small apartment, and we were both lying on the floor, out of breath. I decided that Monopoly was much more enjoyable my way.
By the way, I won.
Fic #23: Games
Request: WYWM, Alec/Ethan, prompt: board games
Requested by: liberty_witch
Length: 572
Rating: PG-13
Notes: I couldn’t rate this one until after I had written it. You never know when these two will suddenly decide to get dirty.
“We should go out somewhere,” I said.
“Broke,” Ethan reminded me, rolling the dice.
I watched in annoyance as he moved his iron onto St. James place. He owned it. “There are places that don’t cost money.”
“Tommy told me to stay in.”
I took the dice and rolled. Three spaces put me on Illinois. Ethan owned it. Damn it. “Tommy’s a dickhead.”
“Pay up. Are you just figuring that out?”
With a grumble, I shelled out the rent. “No, but I don’t see why we have to bow to his dickheadedness. We’re young. We’re sexy. We should be out somewhere having a good time, not sitting around your apartment playing Monopoly while Tommy’s at a bar getting his dickheaded ass hammered on cheap beer.”
“You’re just mad because you’re losing.”
Ethan took the dice and rolled. B&O railroad. He owned it.
“That isn’t the point.” I rolled. Chance card. Pay the bank . . . “God damn it.”
Ethan laughed at me, the little bastard. “It is the point. You aren’t objecting to staying in. You didn’t even object to the game. You’re objecting to the fact that I’m kicking your ass at the game.”
“Wouldn’t you be?”
He rolled. North Carolina. “Oooh. I don’t own that yet. Do you?”
“No,” I said, with a sigh of resignation. Ethan dove into his large stack of cash and purchased one of the few properties left on the board. “It’s even worse because I know you’re taking it easy on me. You haven’t even bothered buying hotels and shit.”
“Sorry,” he said, without a hint of contrition. “How can you be so bad at Monopoly, anyway? Are you cursed?”
“No,” I said defensively. “I’ve just never played it before.”
Ethan blinked at me. “You’ve never played Monopoly?”
“Uh, my mom’s never home. When she is home, she’s either drunk or making out with one of her many boyfriends. I have no siblings, and up until I met you, pretty much no friends. You think I sat around playing it by myself?”
“No, it just . . . didn’t occur to me.”
“Would you go even easier on me if you’d known?”
“Maybe.” Ethan grinned.
“Jerk,” I told him. I rolled the dice and landed on Chance again. “Anyway, this game is boring. I think we should try to make it more interesting.”
“How so?”
I picked up one of the little cards. I owed someone money again, but my pot was almost empty. So instead I cleared my throat and said, “Chance: see how much you can grope your boyfriend under the table before he hits you.”
“It does not say that,” Ethan said, laughing.
“Bet me it doesn’t,” I said, grabbing for his knee.
He smacked me on the upper arm. “There, are you satisfied now?”
“Not hardly,” I said, and grabbed another Chance card. “Chance: get your hand down the back of your boyfriend’s pants no matter what the cost!”
“Alec!” Ethan was still laughing as he started throwing hotels and money at me. “You are such a perv!” He grabbed one of the cards himself. “Community chest: throw your boyfriend out of the house if he keeps being such a pervert.”
Ten minutes later, there were game pieces scattered all over the small apartment, and we were both lying on the floor, out of breath. I decided that Monopoly was much more enjoyable my way.
By the way, I won.