055 - Waiting
Title: Impatience
Rating: K
Series: Jones
Characters: Chris Ridge-Cookie
Prompt: 100 themes - 055 - Waiting
Claimer: Mostly mine. But shared with SuperSpecialAwesome!Lori.
Authors Note: Wrote a whole stack of this while at the coast. Wrote this the night I got back. It has May Lind in it, huzzah!
Chris knows more than he lets on.
...so the boy asks him out, and Chris accepts with excited disbelief, and watches interestedly as Parker acts indifferent and tries to pretend that it doesn’t hurt...
After all, it’s not as if he’s very subtle about it.
...so they break it off, each with a measure of acceptance and disappointment, and Chris smothers a smile as Parker pretends he doesn’t much care...
Actually, Chris doesn’t know if you could be any more obvious without the use of neon.
...and suddenly things aren’t comfortable and friendly as like they used to be, even when that had been with all the jealousy and simmering lust and half-hidden longing, because suddenly Chris realizes that it isn’t so unrequited...
And this is, of course, to the average person, not only to Chris’ emphatic self.
...they go out to lunch, like they always do, and Parker lays the tarot cards out on the table while Chris pours over the menu and hides his nervousness...
Chris has no idea what to do about it.
...there’s a wave of calm acceptance with an edge of unadulterated happiness, and Chris wonders what Parker’s just read while he schools his face into something that won’t give away the sudden burst of empathic clarity...
But then, maybe he doesn’t have to do anything.
...and maybe, maybe, maybe things will work, and May just smiles at the visions of warm sticky kisses and keeps them to herself...
After all, there’s something building on the horizon and he knows it’s going to be something good.
...the visions of tangled bare limbs and crinkled green sheets are a little harder to avoid thinking of in the empath’s presence, though...
So Chris waits.
...stumbled words and stutterings and large tanned hands that are far too warm and engulf his own pale ones...
He hopes he won’t be waiting long.
Rating: K
Series: Jones
Characters: Chris Ridge-Cookie
Prompt: 100 themes - 055 - Waiting
Claimer: Mostly mine. But shared with SuperSpecialAwesome!Lori.
Authors Note: Wrote a whole stack of this while at the coast. Wrote this the night I got back. It has May Lind in it, huzzah!
Chris knows more than he lets on.
...so the boy asks him out, and Chris accepts with excited disbelief, and watches interestedly as Parker acts indifferent and tries to pretend that it doesn’t hurt...
After all, it’s not as if he’s very subtle about it.
...so they break it off, each with a measure of acceptance and disappointment, and Chris smothers a smile as Parker pretends he doesn’t much care...
Actually, Chris doesn’t know if you could be any more obvious without the use of neon.
...and suddenly things aren’t comfortable and friendly as like they used to be, even when that had been with all the jealousy and simmering lust and half-hidden longing, because suddenly Chris realizes that it isn’t so unrequited...
And this is, of course, to the average person, not only to Chris’ emphatic self.
...they go out to lunch, like they always do, and Parker lays the tarot cards out on the table while Chris pours over the menu and hides his nervousness...
Chris has no idea what to do about it.
...there’s a wave of calm acceptance with an edge of unadulterated happiness, and Chris wonders what Parker’s just read while he schools his face into something that won’t give away the sudden burst of empathic clarity...
But then, maybe he doesn’t have to do anything.
...and maybe, maybe, maybe things will work, and May just smiles at the visions of warm sticky kisses and keeps them to herself...
After all, there’s something building on the horizon and he knows it’s going to be something good.
...the visions of tangled bare limbs and crinkled green sheets are a little harder to avoid thinking of in the empath’s presence, though...
So Chris waits.
...stumbled words and stutterings and large tanned hands that are far too warm and engulf his own pale ones...
He hopes he won’t be waiting long.