LAN DRAGS HER BELOVED PANDA INTO THE FANDOM MUAHAHAHA!
This post contains Happyverse fanart and a short fic by Pandanoai.
Given Time and Cookies we will take over her brain completely bar the section forever entangled in Robert Downey Jr. and Cap/Ironman and her puppy.
Story: Ruined Moments
Pairing: Piper Trickster
Rating: PG
Summary: Piper needs a place to stay and moves in with James.
Art: Rune will HAZ Canada.
Rating: Oh so very G
Summary: Because Rune will one day be the dictator of my country and myself her minion I chose to commemorate her present ratty Happyverse self.
Wishing for Ruined Moments by Lan and Panda
Piper grumbled at his empty bedroom as he continued to try and unpack his things into some semblance of order.
How James could get a steady job while all he had was his volunteer work never made much sense.
However, Piper really didn't want to continue living off of his parents’ fortune, so his fellow-former Rogue was truly the ideal choice.
As he opened another box, he cursed as he realized that the box-cutter had gone through the first score of the music sheet within.
He would have been done with all of this already if he hadn't gone out to do some subtle 'work' for local shelter. They had needed some infant supplies and hadn’t had the means to get it. He used his flute though… so nobody ought to have noticed him.
Piper worked fixedly, determined to just get things done. It was turning out to be easier said than done. It wasn't so much that Trickster would find a way to make fun of him if he couldn't even have a few boxes unpacked by the time he got home, well okay maybe it was that- alright it was.
Piper looked at the box in front of him like it was all its’ fault, and took the box over to the table nearest the door.
Which just happened to align with Trickster’s stepping through the front door and announcing his arrival happily. "Hello Roomy! So how was unpacking? Didja find my hidden security features yet? I took the flaming rubber chicken out of the closet for you, right?"
Piper eyed the closet warily, knowing that was just a joke. Right? He’d avoid places where things could spring out at him for a while... at least until he could try to set a few traps of his own.
He had his ways.
Piper went to answer James, when the man looked at him incredulously. Well, at him and the still unpacked boxes.
"Did you do anything today?" Trickster quipped, as Piper shot him a look. "I've been out helping hapless h-words, and you..." Tricks motioned around the room again.
"Hey, I’ve been helping hapless homeless people who are no less deserving of 'care'. I thought I would unpack and be able to do both, but this lady came in with a baby and-"
But James was already turning around, arms in the air, "You are a rube Piper, a real soft-touch. So what kind of takeout are we ordering in tonight? We can have a beer or wine, whichever suits, then I can give you a hand unpacking?" He offered.
James loosened his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt before spying Piper with a suspicious look and re-buttoning three of the six undone buttons.
Piper all but rolled his eyes.
The fact that James had stopped teasing him so easily, and then had offered to help him unpack aside, Piper had no idea what places were around here for takeout.
"You decide." Piper responded. "There were enough questionable things that may or may not have been food when I was volunteering today. We went out by the airport and there was this guy who--"
But Trickster cut him off by flopping down a huge the yellowpages book down on the counter. It was somehow larger then the normal one and Piper eyed it hesitantly.
"Ya know, it's funny you should mention things like that because today we were following this one guy all around the city and he kept gettin' away. Chased him to the airport too."
"I doubt they were the same person. My guy needed to be helped." Piper shot, not certain if Trickster was implying that Piper was helping his perps elude capture.
"Yeah, well I wanted to 'help' our guy alright. Ugh, enough about that... Pizza again?" Tricks said, looking hopelessly at the yellowpages, as if he couldn't even be bothered to read the other options.
"We’ve had pizza for three days!" Piper said, exasperated.
"It's traditional move-in food! And is a staple until the boxes are unpacked.” Tricks grinned. “Pizza it is."
Piper sighed and looked at the annoying amount of boxes left to open. "What if I finish unpacking before the pizza gets here?"
"Then I won't have to help you later, and I'll get pizza." James answered.
"Fine." Piper responded. But he still went to the boxes and resolutely set about opening another one.
"Fine." James mimicked, moving over to help the man. Piper eyed him gratefully, but quickly lowered his gaze. He didn't want James to catch him looking at him in that way.
James on the other hand was completely unabashed about snooping through Piper's things, using unpacking as his excuse. "Whoa, Doc Johnson, eh? Lookit this minimum sound vibrator… and it's blue! How does a G-Spot Vibrator help a guy?"
"Shut up." It's not a--" But Piper didn't bother. "Never mind. Just order the pizza."
"Fine." James said. "But I’m taking this with me. For science." He added, walking back over to the phone.
Piper tried not to laugh. Especially as the blue thing wiggled and vibrated while James walked back to the phone, with it in one hand like a trophy.
Piper continued unpacking.
"Pizza will be here in twenty, which means in forty, minutes." Trickster voiced. "And I need to get out of the suit before it suffocates me alright, Piper? Cash is on the table if the pizza magically teleports here on time."
Piper nodded and started rummaging through some more things.
He unwrapped a few items and then he set a mirror against the wall after taking off the protecting packaging. Setting it against the wall his eyes slipped to noticing that Tricks had left the back door to his room open and that a reflection of his reflection could be seen in the mirror. A reflection of a reflection of Trickster undressing could be seen in the mirror.
This was torture... but James hadn't let his body waste as a g-man. He watched the fine acrobatic muscle slowly revealed...
He should just move the mirror or go back to unpacking but... he hadn't seen this in some time. James had gotten all self-conscious about undressing around him after he mentioned he was gay after the offer of a room was given. He figured better out before than after?
Anyways, during the old days and shared showers he never paid more than an absent appreciation... but the deprivation must be getting to him... that and the lack of boyfriends. That's it. James was a friend- a hot one... but an annoying friend.
He pretended to empty one box still staring at the now dressing body. Those pajamas were ridiculous, even worse with the top.
It was another moment before Piper was knocked out of his daydreams and noticed that Trickster was heading his way again. He quickly moved some things around in the boxes and tried to look busy.
"And, you are still a slow un-packer... I also, have decided that science and pleasure should not be mixed. Here is the device."
James teased the blue cock-shaped device toward Piper. Piper batted it away and tried not to feel frustrated.
“Fine.” Tricks responded. “I’ll put it with your other phallic symbols.” He placed it next to Piper’s flute, to which Piper almost broke into a scowl.
“Listen, James I--” But Piper stopped short of reprimand as he looked into the other man’s eyes.
He shook his head, trying to focus, or rather not focus, on how Trickster was making him feel. That was stupid. He was just relieved to be here. Finally moving in. That was all this was.
But Tricks was looking at him in a funny way. The smirk he constantly wore seemed to evaporate for a moment.
They both looked away from each other and the next thing Piper heard was Trickster asking if he could help with the anything else in the box. Before Piper could answer, Trickster was by his side, sorting through things.
Piper took a deep breath and started to help Tricks. As he did, he couldn’t help but notice the other man’s presence right next to him. His steady breathing, the way he smelled, the way the muscles in his arms flexed and tightened as he moved heavier things.
Unexpectedly, Piper and Trickster’s hand reached the same item to unpack at the same time.
Piper expected Tricks to sharply pull away and was thoroughly surprised when the other man simply looked up at him, blue eyes shining.
“Wha--?” Piper started, but then stopped as the other man’s lips suddenly neared. Piper closed his eyes.
Just then there was a knock on the door, and Piper could almost imagine that James cursed in disappointment. “He’s getting the worst tip ever.” Trickster said, angry at the pizza man for ruining the moment.
James moved away from Piper and toward the door to get the pizza, a disatisfied look on his face.
But Piper couldn’t feel disappointed. He wasn’t upset that the moment had been ruined. He wasn’t upset because that ruined moment had proven that there could actually be moments to get ruined. That maybe, he actually wanted those types of moments with James.
Piper couldn’t help but smile, as James set the pizza on the kitchen counter and called him over, and look forward to the next moment they would get to share.
Hopefully, next time it wouldn’t be ruined.
FANART IS HAPPY!~ AS IS THE RUNE!
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