Comment Fic pt. 3 "Don't call me that."dpracketApril 18 2011, 14:22:50 UTC
Luke unbuckled and walked to the back of the plane. He returned with two bottles of water and a beer. "Here, hold this against your neck." Reid took the water bottle and held it against his pulse point. Luke opened the beer bottle and placed it on the table in front of them.
"It's a little too early in the day for you to be drinking, isn't it Snyder?"
"It's not for me, stupid. The champagne seemed to chill you out the other day on the plane; maybe this will do the same."
"Why don't you get one and join me?"
"No, thanks."
"Are you more of a Zinfandel fag?"
"Don't call me that."
"Why not? If we own the word, it loses its bite," Reid said, leaning his head back.
Luke twisted the top off the second water bottle and took a few sips before replacing the cap. He pushed up the sleeve on Reid's arm and held the bottle on the inside of his wrist. "Better?"
"Mmm."
"So you're an activist now?" Luke smirked.
"Hell no. You won't catch me carrying a rainbow flag."
"You prefer that nobody knows."
"No...see? You're wrong. I don't hide it. I just don't go around telling people that I barely know, like it's the most important thing about me. It doesn't define me anymore than my shoe size does."
"Well, you know what they say about shoe size, Dr. Oliver..." Luke glanced down at Reid's feet with a smile, but then he got embarrassed and looked out the window.
Reid smiled at Luke's awkwardness. "No, that's wrong...it's actually the distance between one's wrist and the tip of his middle finger." Luke looked back at him. "And I have very long fingers, Mr. Snyder." He raised the hand opposite Luke and wiggled his fingers for emphasis.
Luke rolled his eyes and they sat in silence for awhile.
"Who's called you a fag?" Luke asked. "I mean...who hurt you the most with it?"
"Sticks and stones..." Reid leaned forward and took a long drink of beer.
"Liar." Luke dropped his eyes to where the water bottle rested against Reid's wrist.
Reid sat back and looked at Luke, who was still looking down. He raised his hand away from the water bottle and ran his thumb down Luke's cheek. "My uncle. Faggot. Fairy. Queer. Ya know...he was fucking poetic about it."
Luke swallowed the lump down in his throat. "I'm sorry..."
"Whatever. Comes with the territory." Reid tried to sound nonchalant, but Luke saw the ripple in his jaw.
Luke nodded. "Yeah...I guess. I heard my father say it about me once...not to my face...but I heard it when he was arguing with my mom." Luke winced at the memory.
"Bad Dad?"
Luke chuckled. "Of course."
"Fucker."
Luke smiled. Reid picked up the bottle of Shiner and finished it.
"Want another?" Luke asked.
"No, I'm good."
"The beer worked. You seem better."
Reid looked at the empty beer bottle in his hand and then back up into Luke's eyes. "It wasn't the beer."
Re: Comment Fic pt. 3 "Don't call me that."dpracketApril 22 2011, 20:11:59 UTC
Okay...well, it's not completely how I imagined it because, well, I watched that clip of ESS dubbed in Italian, and yeah...I went there...so, I went off on a little tangent I guess.
Luke unbuckled and walked to the back of the plane. He returned with two bottles of water and a beer. "Here, hold this against your neck." Reid took the water bottle and held it against his pulse point. Luke opened the beer bottle and placed it on the table in front of them.
"It's a little too early in the day for you to be drinking, isn't it Snyder?"
"It's not for me, stupid. The champagne seemed to chill you out the other day on the plane; maybe this will do the same."
"Why don't you get one and join me?"
"No, thanks."
"Are you more of a Zinfandel fag?"
"Don't call me that."
"Why not? If we own the word, it loses its bite," Reid said, leaning his head back.
Luke twisted the top off the second water bottle and took a few sips before replacing the cap. He pushed up the sleeve on Reid's arm and held the bottle on the inside of his wrist. "Better?"
"Mmm."
"So you're an activist now?" Luke smirked.
"Hell no. You won't catch me carrying a rainbow flag."
"You prefer that nobody knows."
"No...see? You're wrong. I don't hide it. I just don't go around telling people that I barely know, like it's the most important thing about me. It doesn't define me anymore than my shoe size does."
"Well, you know what they say about shoe size, Dr. Oliver..." Luke glanced down at Reid's feet with a smile, but then he got embarrassed and looked out the window.
Reid smiled at Luke's awkwardness. "No, that's wrong...it's actually the distance between one's wrist and the tip of his middle finger." Luke looked back at him. "And I have very long fingers, Mr. Snyder." He raised the hand opposite Luke and wiggled his fingers for emphasis.
Luke rolled his eyes and they sat in silence for awhile.
"Who's called you a fag?" Luke asked. "I mean...who hurt you the most with it?"
"Sticks and stones..." Reid leaned forward and took a long drink of beer.
"Liar." Luke dropped his eyes to where the water bottle rested against Reid's wrist.
Reid sat back and looked at Luke, who was still looking down. He raised his hand away from the water bottle and ran his thumb down Luke's cheek. "My uncle. Faggot. Fairy. Queer. Ya know...he was fucking poetic about it."
Luke swallowed the lump down in his throat. "I'm sorry..."
"Whatever. Comes with the territory." Reid tried to sound nonchalant, but Luke saw the ripple in his jaw.
Luke nodded. "Yeah...I guess. I heard my father say it about me once...not to my face...but I heard it when he was arguing with my mom." Luke winced at the memory.
"Bad Dad?"
Luke chuckled. "Of course."
"Fucker."
Luke smiled. Reid picked up the bottle of Shiner and finished it.
"Want another?" Luke asked.
"No, I'm good."
"The beer worked. You seem better."
Reid looked at the empty beer bottle in his hand and then back up into Luke's eyes. "It wasn't the beer."
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Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
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I'm working on something specifically FOR YOU right now. Stay tuned... :D
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Here it is: http://dpracket.livejournal.com/27786.html
It has the height discussion, a tiny little peek (a tease really) at a numerically-named sex act, and toppyLuke(!)
Hope you like it.
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Heeee! I love all your comment fic!
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Luke inhaling Reid's scent like that. Keep the jacket Luke. Reid'll never know. :)
Luke helping Reid through the take off. Damn, just yeah. Love them so much.
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That is so sweet! Love your comment fic!
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