FILLED: A Boy and his Gun (R rated)rillaliciousJuly 13 2011, 05:46:49 UTC
Tim's guns get him laid. This is not a mystery. It's something he's known ever since he picked up the title of sniper. It's not something he's proud of, or something he likes to flaunt. He doesn't want to bring home a girl who's there because the thought of him handling his gun makes her hot. Or worse, a girl who thinks fucking him will get her a chance to handle it.
But give him a few shots too many, maybe a half dozen beers, and he'll talk about it. He'll roll around on his barstool, lean back against the bar, and start spilling about Afghanistan, about long range sights, about that conceited prick Edgerton who trained him in the combat zone. All of his stories are true, and they all get the job done, but he doesn't like to use them. Thing is, he doesn't have to like it in order for it to be effective. (He's learned that bit of advice applies to other things in equal measure: Art's rules, for example.)
The blonde on his lap right now came home with him because he was talking about his rifle. Because Tim's nights off seem to be scarcer and scarcer since Raylan Givens showed up, and he's made it to the point where he doesn't give a damn if she's getting off on the thought of Tim-the-sure-shot taking out an insurgent in the desert, or whatever fantasy she's worked up in her head. Some deep feral need is quickly trumping the desire to bolster his own ego.
"Tell me about the last man you killed. Did you shoot him through the head, just like in the movies?"
Goddamn. Tim opens his eyes. He takes her by the hips and pushes her off him with as much chivalry as a half-hard guy who hasn't got laid in two months can muster, and mumbles something about having drunk more than he thought. Because it's not going to happen like this, not with the vivid picture of Doyle Bennett's fucking face in the back of his mind as she rides him. Once again, Raylan's issues wheedle their way into everything. That shit still makin' you hard? No, sir. No, it is not.
In the end, it's just Tim and his rifle, the smooth, heavy weight of metal in the palm of his hand, the easy ride of it as he hoists it out, caresses it like that blonde woman. He cleans it with all the care and consideration of a lover, puts it away with a faint air of regret; all of it over too soon. Then he heads to the shower, turns the spray on cold, and steps in almost before he's finished stripping. Because as it turns out, that woman from the bar? Isn't the only one who gets off on the idea of handling Tim's gun.
Re: FILLED: A Boy and his Gun (R rated)norgbelulahJuly 13 2011, 16:52:46 UTC
I love this. Like, I haven't been super into Tim fic, because really he's the least developed character on the show. But this, this is just right for him. And it makes me want to give him big big hugs. <3 Yay!
Re: FILLED: A Boy and his Gun (R rated)rillaliciousJuly 14 2011, 01:00:52 UTC
Awww, thank you! <3 I have no idea where it came from. I was about to go to bed and it started going through my head all at once and I just had to write it down.
Re: FILLED: A Boy and his Gun (R rated)vegarinJuly 15 2011, 02:25:17 UTC
OMG OMG OMFG--::flails massively::
This is, holy shit. This is literally everything I wanted and more. I love how you just get Tim with so few words, and I loved how his resolution of not caring as long as he gets laid breaks with: "Tell me about the last man you killed. Did you shoot him through the head, just like in the movies?"
Goddamn indeed. This was perfect--PERFECT. Thanks so much for filling it. <3
Re: FILLED: A Boy and his Gun (R rated)rillaliciousJuly 15 2011, 13:34:27 UTC
Oh, YAY! You liked it! This prompt just grabbed me the second you put it up and wouldn't let go. I'm so happy that what I came up with was what you were hoping for! <333
Re: FILLED: A Boy and his Gun (R rated)jbkr73July 15 2011, 14:36:27 UTC
I love Tim. Maybe because we can project onto him whatever we want because the show tells us so little about him.
Sometimes I see Tim as cool and very sniper-like, but here, Because it's not going to happen like this, not with the vivid picture of Doyle Bennett's fucking face in the back of his mind as she rides him. it IS affecting him, which is good. There should be thought when life is taken, even scumbag Doyle Bennett's life.
Loved this, too: Once again, Raylan's issues wheedle their way into everything. That shit still makin' you hard? No, sir. No, it is not. I love Raylan, but truly, the entire Lexington Marshal's office has to be sick of it.
Re: FILLED: A Boy and his Gun (R rated)rillaliciousJuly 16 2011, 20:36:17 UTC
Thank you so very much!
And yes! I think that even though it's not always Raylan's fault (that poor boy is such a victim of circumstance sometimes), the rest of the office has to be rolling their eyes hard, lol.
Re: FILLED: A Boy and his Gun (R rated)afiakateJuly 16 2011, 10:35:17 UTC
Just echoing what others have said, but wanted to also give you my kudos for one of the best brief fics I've ever read. This is concise and precise and you say a lot in just a few paragraphs. You've quite succinctly captured the essence of Tim, and what I imagine he's feeling post-all-that-shooting he had to do in season 2.
But give him a few shots too many, maybe a half dozen beers, and he'll talk about it. He'll roll around on his barstool, lean back against the bar, and start spilling about Afghanistan, about long range sights, about that conceited prick Edgerton who trained him in the combat zone. All of his stories are true, and they all get the job done, but he doesn't like to use them. Thing is, he doesn't have to like it in order for it to be effective. (He's learned that bit of advice applies to other things in equal measure: Art's rules, for example.)
The blonde on his lap right now came home with him because he was talking about his rifle. Because Tim's nights off seem to be scarcer and scarcer since Raylan Givens showed up, and he's made it to the point where he doesn't give a damn if she's getting off on the thought of Tim-the-sure-shot taking out an insurgent in the desert, or whatever fantasy she's worked up in her head. Some deep feral need is quickly trumping the desire to bolster his own ego.
"Tell me about the last man you killed. Did you shoot him through the head, just like in the movies?"
Goddamn. Tim opens his eyes. He takes her by the hips and pushes her off him with as much chivalry as a half-hard guy who hasn't got laid in two months can muster, and mumbles something about having drunk more than he thought. Because it's not going to happen like this, not with the vivid picture of Doyle Bennett's fucking face in the back of his mind as she rides him. Once again, Raylan's issues wheedle their way into everything. That shit still makin' you hard? No, sir. No, it is not.
In the end, it's just Tim and his rifle, the smooth, heavy weight of metal in the palm of his hand, the easy ride of it as he hoists it out, caresses it like that blonde woman. He cleans it with all the care and consideration of a lover, puts it away with a faint air of regret; all of it over too soon. Then he heads to the shower, turns the spray on cold, and steps in almost before he's finished stripping. Because as it turns out, that woman from the bar? Isn't the only one who gets off on the idea of handling Tim's gun.
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This is, holy shit. This is literally everything I wanted and more. I love how you just get Tim with so few words, and I loved how his resolution of not caring as long as he gets laid breaks with: "Tell me about the last man you killed. Did you shoot him through the head, just like in the movies?"
Goddamn indeed. This was perfect--PERFECT. Thanks so much for filling it. <3
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Sometimes I see Tim as cool and very sniper-like, but here, Because it's not going to happen like this, not with the vivid picture of Doyle Bennett's fucking face in the back of his mind as she rides him. it IS affecting him, which is good. There should be thought when life is taken, even scumbag Doyle Bennett's life.
Loved this, too: Once again, Raylan's issues wheedle their way into everything. That shit still makin' you hard? No, sir. No, it is not. I love Raylan, but truly, the entire Lexington Marshal's office has to be sick of it.
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And yes! I think that even though it's not always Raylan's fault (that poor boy is such a victim of circumstance sometimes), the rest of the office has to be rolling their eyes hard, lol.
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Thanks for a great story!
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Great work beta-ing norgbelulah's fics too!
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