~Fun Fic Friday~
T.G.I.F.!!! It's the day before the weekend, and what better way to close out the first week of the new year than with a fun dose of ficlets and drabbles of Luke, Reid, or Luke & Reid? Or how about some amazing icons or graphics of the guys? (Don't be fooled by the name - Fun (Graph)Fic Friday just didn't have the same ring to it.)
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Home is where the heart is
"I was a leader by example." Reid shakes his head in annoyance. "A cheater by example, you mean!"
"What?! Who?" bewildered, Luke looks up from his laptop. He's been scrolling through several pages of holiday homes, his thoughts at the upcoming summer holiday and he hasn't even noticed Reid had turned on the tv.
"This Armstrong guy." Reid points at the screen. "That's what you get from wanting it all. From thinking that you deserve it all, simply because you're a winner."
"Hmmm." Luke's still preoccupied with what he sees on on his laptop. "I can only hope this does not effect his foundation. They do a good job. What do you think of France, then?"
"France?" Now it's Reid's turn to look bewildered.
"Yeah, France. Nice weather, nice culture. Food..." Luke gestures with his hands.
"No, can't go there. Haven't you seen all the hysterics flooding the streets of Paris last Sunday? Protesting not only against gay marriage but also against gay adoption rights? Not that I want to marry right now, or want to adopt a child, but hey - I'm only human. Can't a gay man have the same rights as a lefthanded one or one with reddish curls?"
"People are getting hysteric on so many subjects, all over the world nowadays. So many things you don't agree with. That would mean we can't go anywhere anymore," Luke snorts.
"Ha. Yeah. Things would look so much better if I ruled the world." Reid turns off the tv, gets off of the couch and walks towards the window. He shivers. It's cold outside. Winter has finally arrived and it has arrived well. Even in the middle of the day the temperature's far below the freezing point. A white blanket covers gardens and rooftops, the sidewalks and the streets have a muddy shade of dark brown and grey.
"Tahiti," he says dreamily.
"What?"
"Tahiti. Why don't we follow Brando and this Gaugain guy and go to Tahiti? Nice and warm and sandy beaches and palm trees and a cabin over the crystal clear ocean and forbidden fruit and..."
"Forbidden fruit?" amused, Luke lifts an eyebrow, "If we go to Tahiti you will be bored to death within a few days. Then you will start harassing people and we'll have to flee from the island and we can never come back. Or you'll become terribly lethargic, unable to come out of your hammock, too lazy even to lift up your Ginger Margarita or your Mahana Cocktail, I would have to drag you to the airport, to escape to Oakdale."
"Hmm. Yeah. You're probably right." Reid bends down and kisses Luke on the top of his head. "Escape to Oakdale. See what's become of me!" He ducks to avoid being hit, then walks over to the kitchen, rubbing his hands together, "Oakdale it is!"
With a grin, Luke closes his laptop: "Oakdale it is. Now, come over here, I'll let you have a taste of some forbidden Oakdalian fruit." He waggles his eyebrows.
Reid stops in his tracks and turns around. Oakdale it is. Not bad. Not bad at all.
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"What?"
"Tahiti. Why don't we follow Brando and this Gaugain guy and go to Tahiti? Nice and warm and sandy beaches and palm trees and a cabin over the crystal clear ocean and forbidden fruit and..."
I love you, Fairy, yes I really do, love you with an unbelievably huge grin plastered on my face.
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Tahiti has been Moon's dream destination ever since he was a little boy, but he only wants to go if we can teleport over there, he does not want to spend 20 hours or more on an airplane... well, that gives his parents a little more time to save for the trip ;)
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"If we go to Tahiti you will be bored to death within a few days. Then you will start harassing people and we'll have to flee from the island and we can never come back. Or you'll become terribly lethargic, unable to come out of your hammock, too lazy even to lift up your Ginger Margarita or your Mahana Cocktail, I would have to drag you to the airport, to escape to Oakdale."
lol at the vision of Reid being a lump in a hammock with drink with a little umbrella.
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Thanks!
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Merci beaucoup!
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Thank you!
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Thanks for this!!!
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You're welcome!
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