Drabbles - Simon and Bryan
Decided I should probably break up all the whiney poor-me posts with some fictions :D
Drabbles for the characters to A Memorable Drive (the l>3 challenge fic) I've got ideas for two more.
‘What do we have here then?’
Bryan startled then turned with a sigh to face today’s police intervention. An older police officer with a rather fine piece of facial hair, the moustache twitched over his lips like a separate entity, shaking with it‘s own amusement.
‘You know that look is very ‘Village People’?’ Bryan tried, but got a happy laugh full of bonhomie for his effort.
‘Aye, I’m from a little village, me’ the man chortled, oblivious to or ignoring the potential slur; then again, the way he winked at Bryan had him think it was taken as a compliment and any minute now the police officer would break into a rousing disco chorus, here in the middle of the high street. ‘Where’s your little sweetie today then? Our boy Mike’s got quite the thing for him!’
Sweetie. If Bryan called his fiancé ‘sweetie’ he’d be served his balls in a basket, as he’d been told with lurid details and copious knife waving after the first ‘baby’ got uttered. Lately he’d had a change of heart, when the officers in blue greeted him, Bryan had seen his man blush and giggle. Giggle!
Realistically the whole of the local police force could not be gay. Hell Bryan had gone to school with one of the constables and now lived down the road from Paul, his wife and their two adorable toddlers. That hadn’t stopped Paul whistling last time Simon had walked past his garden to get to Bryan’s house. And Simon, happily engaged and about to get married to him, Bryan? Why Simon had smirked and swung his hips into that sultry glide that drove Bryan wild.
It was enough to rid a gay boy of a policeman fetish!
Sooner Bryan got a ring on the little teases finger, and his name tattooed on the man’s butt; Simon didn’t know it yet but Bryan was about to wangle a promise of that as part of the wedding vows, he’d just decided on it! the better.
Another policeman - Bryan swore they were everywhere he looked, grinning at him - exited the shops and came around to the car.
‘Hey Ted ready? Oh Bryan’ the smile became pure evil. The police force of their small town now knew him by name, his mother should be appalled, but then he was no longer speaking to her after all the smirking she did at the suit shop, when the assistant had mentioned there was a nice wedding gown shop next door!
‘This is my partner Raoul’ The ex-village boy introduced them, despite Bryan holding out his car keys and inching towards his own vehicle. Either him or his moustache being the greeted Ted. ‘He’s no Indian chief but he worked construction briefly and has been known to look damn fine in feathers’
Bryan stood with his mouth open as the laughing policemen drove off to fight crime or harass some other innocent citizens, neither having the good grace to blush in shame. Yes, sooner he got Simon safely married to him the better.
Getting in his car, Bryan sped up to get to get to his fiancé faster, careful to stay below the speed limits and not tempt the enemy.
** Note 'The Village People' would be the 80's pop group, I'm sure you've heard of them ^__^
AND:
‘Hello Mr Charles, pick up anyone interesting lately?’
Simon paused blinking at the large police constable grinning at him. The man took the opportunity to relieve him of the large box of party favours then waited patiently while he unlocked the boot of his car. When the box was placed carefully down, between the box of cake samples and album of flower arrangements, Simon jiggled things to his satisfaction, closed the boot and stared appraisingly at his helper.
‘Thank you’
‘Going through with it then?’
‘Yes’ Simon’s smile turned soft, he was becoming a deplorable sap as the wedding day got closer. ’He can be a total dumb-arse, his friends are a bunch of moronic imbeciles’ Simon tried to scowl but didn’t quite pull it off ’but I love him’
‘That’s good, really good’ Mike gave him a genuine smile. Since their first meeting they’d somehow got to be on first name terms, he was like a protective big brother. Just not Simon’s big brother, he was more diva than support system! Mike seemed to be following his thoughts ‘Don’t suppose you have a single brother do you?’ Startled lights flashed behind Simon’s eyes;
‘Actually...’
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Drabbles for the characters to A Memorable Drive (the l>3 challenge fic) I've got ideas for two more.
‘What do we have here then?’
Bryan startled then turned with a sigh to face today’s police intervention. An older police officer with a rather fine piece of facial hair, the moustache twitched over his lips like a separate entity, shaking with it‘s own amusement.
‘You know that look is very ‘Village People’?’ Bryan tried, but got a happy laugh full of bonhomie for his effort.
‘Aye, I’m from a little village, me’ the man chortled, oblivious to or ignoring the potential slur; then again, the way he winked at Bryan had him think it was taken as a compliment and any minute now the police officer would break into a rousing disco chorus, here in the middle of the high street. ‘Where’s your little sweetie today then? Our boy Mike’s got quite the thing for him!’
Sweetie. If Bryan called his fiancé ‘sweetie’ he’d be served his balls in a basket, as he’d been told with lurid details and copious knife waving after the first ‘baby’ got uttered. Lately he’d had a change of heart, when the officers in blue greeted him, Bryan had seen his man blush and giggle. Giggle!
Realistically the whole of the local police force could not be gay. Hell Bryan had gone to school with one of the constables and now lived down the road from Paul, his wife and their two adorable toddlers. That hadn’t stopped Paul whistling last time Simon had walked past his garden to get to Bryan’s house. And Simon, happily engaged and about to get married to him, Bryan? Why Simon had smirked and swung his hips into that sultry glide that drove Bryan wild.
It was enough to rid a gay boy of a policeman fetish!
Sooner Bryan got a ring on the little teases finger, and his name tattooed on the man’s butt; Simon didn’t know it yet but Bryan was about to wangle a promise of that as part of the wedding vows, he’d just decided on it! the better.
Another policeman - Bryan swore they were everywhere he looked, grinning at him - exited the shops and came around to the car.
‘Hey Ted ready? Oh Bryan’ the smile became pure evil. The police force of their small town now knew him by name, his mother should be appalled, but then he was no longer speaking to her after all the smirking she did at the suit shop, when the assistant had mentioned there was a nice wedding gown shop next door!
‘This is my partner Raoul’ The ex-village boy introduced them, despite Bryan holding out his car keys and inching towards his own vehicle. Either him or his moustache being the greeted Ted. ‘He’s no Indian chief but he worked construction briefly and has been known to look damn fine in feathers’
Bryan stood with his mouth open as the laughing policemen drove off to fight crime or harass some other innocent citizens, neither having the good grace to blush in shame. Yes, sooner he got Simon safely married to him the better.
Getting in his car, Bryan sped up to get to get to his fiancé faster, careful to stay below the speed limits and not tempt the enemy.
** Note 'The Village People' would be the 80's pop group, I'm sure you've heard of them ^__^
AND:
‘Hello Mr Charles, pick up anyone interesting lately?’
Simon paused blinking at the large police constable grinning at him. The man took the opportunity to relieve him of the large box of party favours then waited patiently while he unlocked the boot of his car. When the box was placed carefully down, between the box of cake samples and album of flower arrangements, Simon jiggled things to his satisfaction, closed the boot and stared appraisingly at his helper.
‘Thank you’
‘Going through with it then?’
‘Yes’ Simon’s smile turned soft, he was becoming a deplorable sap as the wedding day got closer. ’He can be a total dumb-arse, his friends are a bunch of moronic imbeciles’ Simon tried to scowl but didn’t quite pull it off ’but I love him’
‘That’s good, really good’ Mike gave him a genuine smile. Since their first meeting they’d somehow got to be on first name terms, he was like a protective big brother. Just not Simon’s big brother, he was more diva than support system! Mike seemed to be following his thoughts ‘Don’t suppose you have a single brother do you?’ Startled lights flashed behind Simon’s eyes;
‘Actually...’
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