Inspiration
I needed another 500 words, and Sandy suggested I write a scene for the Biker AU that would encompass the smoking hot MB photo (see previous post). This is completely raw, posted for your titillation.
"Don't start with me, Buck. Not right now." Chris folded his arms across his chest and pulled the I'm-so-fucking-tough face that never failed to make Buck want to press him up against the nearest wall and screw him until they were both limp. He felt his mouth twitch, fighting the grin that would give the game away. Some days he liked to let Chris imagine that macho bullshit worked on him, because it was both entertaining and damn hot. Other days, it was all Buck could do to honor their agreement to keep their hands to himself in public. For sure, Chris wasn't making it any easier today, standing at the bar all ripped muscles and half naked skin, with a fierce expression that was hot-wired to Buck's libido. Hell yes, it was August in LA, and Nettie's air conditioning had been busted for the last week, but if plenty of people-Buck included-managed to keep their clothing on just fine.
Ambling closer, Buck turned to lean his back against the bar, and if along the way he let his hip brush against Chris's, he could pass it off as an accident. This close, he could feel the heat radiating off Chris's skin; sucking in a deep breath, he could taste the sweat-scent of him. Oh, yeah. Buck grinned, easing his legs a smidge wider, just enjoying the surge of arousal that was never far off, and always closer when Chris was around.
"Buy me a drink?" Buck flirted casually. He turned, just close enough that there was no way Chris could mistake the heat of his rising erection.
"Buy your own," Chris growled, and then looked down into the shadow between them. "And don't bring your problems to me. Some of us have business to manage."
"Business, huh?" Buck chuckled. "You didn't think it was a problem last night." He kept his voice carefully low, but Chris still strafed the room with fierce eyes, making sure no one had overheard. The place was practically empty around now, too late for lunch, and more than an hour yet 'til what Nettie tried to pass off as happy hour. Ezra was at the table in the back, teaching JD some high-end card cheating, and the rest of the Lobos had drifted out at least an hour back. The only other customers were a couple of Korean tourists whose rental car had broken down up the block; they were still waiting for AAA to show. They smiled and waved thanks with the drinks Buck had bought them when he hadn't been able to communicate just how long their wait might be.
The front and the back doors were propped open, in faint hope of a breeze that might cool the place off, and when a slim shadow blocked the light, Buck did a quick up-and-down assessment. She was a bottle blond with a double dose of silicon, dressed for work and she knew what to do with it. Buck pushed away from the bar, and Chris, to greet her with an enthusiastic hug. She reciprocated, pressing a little closer when she felt his erection.
Buck spun her around, settling her on the wooden bar stool and casually leaning across her lap to retrieve his beer. He could feel Chris's angry stare burning a hole in the middle of his back, and that just made the game sweeter. "Howdy, Marcia." She went by Veronica when she was working but Buck had probably known her longer than JD had been alive, and she'd always be Marcia Anderson to him. "What'cha drinking?"
"I'll take whatever you're having," she purred, spreading her knees and fisting one hand in the waistband of his jeans to drag him closer. He let her, but looked over his shoulder at Chris, saying as clearly as he could without words, All this could have been yours. And if Chris had been a cartoon character right then, Buck figured he would have had smoke coming out his ears.
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"Don't start with me, Buck. Not right now." Chris folded his arms across his chest and pulled the I'm-so-fucking-tough face that never failed to make Buck want to press him up against the nearest wall and screw him until they were both limp. He felt his mouth twitch, fighting the grin that would give the game away. Some days he liked to let Chris imagine that macho bullshit worked on him, because it was both entertaining and damn hot. Other days, it was all Buck could do to honor their agreement to keep their hands to himself in public. For sure, Chris wasn't making it any easier today, standing at the bar all ripped muscles and half naked skin, with a fierce expression that was hot-wired to Buck's libido. Hell yes, it was August in LA, and Nettie's air conditioning had been busted for the last week, but if plenty of people-Buck included-managed to keep their clothing on just fine.
Ambling closer, Buck turned to lean his back against the bar, and if along the way he let his hip brush against Chris's, he could pass it off as an accident. This close, he could feel the heat radiating off Chris's skin; sucking in a deep breath, he could taste the sweat-scent of him. Oh, yeah. Buck grinned, easing his legs a smidge wider, just enjoying the surge of arousal that was never far off, and always closer when Chris was around.
"Buy me a drink?" Buck flirted casually. He turned, just close enough that there was no way Chris could mistake the heat of his rising erection.
"Buy your own," Chris growled, and then looked down into the shadow between them. "And don't bring your problems to me. Some of us have business to manage."
"Business, huh?" Buck chuckled. "You didn't think it was a problem last night." He kept his voice carefully low, but Chris still strafed the room with fierce eyes, making sure no one had overheard. The place was practically empty around now, too late for lunch, and more than an hour yet 'til what Nettie tried to pass off as happy hour. Ezra was at the table in the back, teaching JD some high-end card cheating, and the rest of the Lobos had drifted out at least an hour back. The only other customers were a couple of Korean tourists whose rental car had broken down up the block; they were still waiting for AAA to show. They smiled and waved thanks with the drinks Buck had bought them when he hadn't been able to communicate just how long their wait might be.
The front and the back doors were propped open, in faint hope of a breeze that might cool the place off, and when a slim shadow blocked the light, Buck did a quick up-and-down assessment. She was a bottle blond with a double dose of silicon, dressed for work and she knew what to do with it. Buck pushed away from the bar, and Chris, to greet her with an enthusiastic hug. She reciprocated, pressing a little closer when she felt his erection.
Buck spun her around, settling her on the wooden bar stool and casually leaning across her lap to retrieve his beer. He could feel Chris's angry stare burning a hole in the middle of his back, and that just made the game sweeter. "Howdy, Marcia." She went by Veronica when she was working but Buck had probably known her longer than JD had been alive, and she'd always be Marcia Anderson to him. "What'cha drinking?"
"I'll take whatever you're having," she purred, spreading her knees and fisting one hand in the waistband of his jeans to drag him closer. He let her, but looked over his shoulder at Chris, saying as clearly as he could without words, All this could have been yours. And if Chris had been a cartoon character right then, Buck figured he would have had smoke coming out his ears.
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