Wife Number Two
Pairing: AJ/Brian
Word Count: 589
Rating: Oh I don't know. R?
Authors' notes: This was written a long time ago, right after Brian got his new tattoo. Mmm. Co-written with bubbleforest. (Originally posted February 25, 2008.)
Wife Number Two
"AJ," Brian singsonged. He tapped AJ on the shoulder and shuffled his feet around a little. "AJ. Aaaaaje. AJAJAJAJAJ. AJ!"
AJ looked over at Brian and smiled. Then he went back to what he was staring at. Man, Baylee's hat looked weird.
Brian hooked his chin over AJ's shoulder and rested his hands on AJ's sides. "AJ," he said quietly. "Aje. Jizzle. Bone. My arm hurts."
AJ absentmindedly placed his hands over Brian's. "Why is that hat so weird-looking? What are those dangly things? What are they supposed to represent?"
"I think they're corks," Brian said thoughtfully, looking at the hat on the coffee table. His chin bumped against AJ's shoulder every time he spoke. "I don't know. He won't stop wearing it. He wanted to wear it to bed last night, but of course I stepped up as the responsible father I am and said no." He shrugged. "Or Leighanne put her foot down. Either way."
AJ finally turned to look at him, at his new ink. "Leighanne's been putting her foot down a lot lately. I really don't know how you plan on hiding that from her, babe. She's gonna find out and throw a fit, then blame it on me because God forbid any of you get a tattoo without it being under my influence." He sighed and lightly ran a finger over Brian's upper arm. "It looks good," his voice softened.
Brian's smile spread. "She'll come around," he said, letting AJ push his sleeve up an inch to run his fingers over the fresh tattoo. "She likes ink on me. And as my second wife, you get some say in it as well." He paused. "I think I get some say somewhere too, but I'm not really sure."
AJ's hand dropped from Brian's arm. "Second wife? I'm the second wife?" he asked with great disbelief.
Brian laughed. "Sorry. You wanna be first?"
"Eh." AJ shrugged. "I don't know. The sex can't be as good."
"Probably not," Brian agreed. "Plus you'd have more duties as the first wife anyway. I don't think you could handle the responsibility."
AJ took a step back and held his hands up. "I am so offended right now. You don't even understand."
Brian bit back a laugh. "Come on," he said, pulling AJ back in. "You have the best duties anyway. You're in charge of helping me with my tattoos." He tugged at the hem of AJ's shirt. "And playing golf with me. And letting me kick your ass in Guitar Hero. And giving me advice on fashion that I will never, ever take. And being, y'know, my best friend." He blinked hopefully. "Taking care of my hurting arm?"
AJ groaned from deep in his throat and chose his words carefully before saying them. "So what do you need? Like an ice pack or blowjob?"
Brian thought about it, tilting his head. "It's your job as wife number two to decide," he said, nodding decisively. "See? Another perk."
AJ nodded approvingly. "Oh okay, I see how this works." AJ dropped his pants to his ankles and Brian widened his eyes in response. "Don't give me that look; I see how wife number one orders you around. On your knees, Rok!"
Brian snorted and grabbed AJ's sides, forcing him backwards until the back of AJ's knees hit the edge of the bed. "Yeah," he murmured, pushing AJ down on the bed and and crawling over him, a small smile on his face. "But wife number one doesn't worship me like you do."
Word Count: 589
Rating: Oh I don't know. R?
Authors' notes: This was written a long time ago, right after Brian got his new tattoo. Mmm. Co-written with bubbleforest. (Originally posted February 25, 2008.)
Wife Number Two
"AJ," Brian singsonged. He tapped AJ on the shoulder and shuffled his feet around a little. "AJ. Aaaaaje. AJAJAJAJAJ. AJ!"
AJ looked over at Brian and smiled. Then he went back to what he was staring at. Man, Baylee's hat looked weird.
Brian hooked his chin over AJ's shoulder and rested his hands on AJ's sides. "AJ," he said quietly. "Aje. Jizzle. Bone. My arm hurts."
AJ absentmindedly placed his hands over Brian's. "Why is that hat so weird-looking? What are those dangly things? What are they supposed to represent?"
"I think they're corks," Brian said thoughtfully, looking at the hat on the coffee table. His chin bumped against AJ's shoulder every time he spoke. "I don't know. He won't stop wearing it. He wanted to wear it to bed last night, but of course I stepped up as the responsible father I am and said no." He shrugged. "Or Leighanne put her foot down. Either way."
AJ finally turned to look at him, at his new ink. "Leighanne's been putting her foot down a lot lately. I really don't know how you plan on hiding that from her, babe. She's gonna find out and throw a fit, then blame it on me because God forbid any of you get a tattoo without it being under my influence." He sighed and lightly ran a finger over Brian's upper arm. "It looks good," his voice softened.
Brian's smile spread. "She'll come around," he said, letting AJ push his sleeve up an inch to run his fingers over the fresh tattoo. "She likes ink on me. And as my second wife, you get some say in it as well." He paused. "I think I get some say somewhere too, but I'm not really sure."
AJ's hand dropped from Brian's arm. "Second wife? I'm the second wife?" he asked with great disbelief.
Brian laughed. "Sorry. You wanna be first?"
"Eh." AJ shrugged. "I don't know. The sex can't be as good."
"Probably not," Brian agreed. "Plus you'd have more duties as the first wife anyway. I don't think you could handle the responsibility."
AJ took a step back and held his hands up. "I am so offended right now. You don't even understand."
Brian bit back a laugh. "Come on," he said, pulling AJ back in. "You have the best duties anyway. You're in charge of helping me with my tattoos." He tugged at the hem of AJ's shirt. "And playing golf with me. And letting me kick your ass in Guitar Hero. And giving me advice on fashion that I will never, ever take. And being, y'know, my best friend." He blinked hopefully. "Taking care of my hurting arm?"
AJ groaned from deep in his throat and chose his words carefully before saying them. "So what do you need? Like an ice pack or blowjob?"
Brian thought about it, tilting his head. "It's your job as wife number two to decide," he said, nodding decisively. "See? Another perk."
AJ nodded approvingly. "Oh okay, I see how this works." AJ dropped his pants to his ankles and Brian widened his eyes in response. "Don't give me that look; I see how wife number one orders you around. On your knees, Rok!"
Brian snorted and grabbed AJ's sides, forcing him backwards until the back of AJ's knees hit the edge of the bed. "Yeah," he murmured, pushing AJ down on the bed and and crawling over him, a small smile on his face. "But wife number one doesn't worship me like you do."