Cutter/Stephen flash fic
Cutter/Stephen
Prompt; pet crocodile [given by my friend, Lauren]
There was a reason Nick Cutter loved takeout food consumption in cars, and pretty much all of it revolved around his companion, lunch sharer, colleague, friend and long term lover, sitting next to him in the passenger seat.
Every so often, and sometimes more frequently, their hands brushed oh-so-accidentally as one or the other reached across for some meal accompaniment. In this case, the Worcester sauce, that they both were utterly unable to resist coating their burgers with.
A knock on the car window caused a break in their wordless state of closeness. Stephen Hart groaned and with a glance at Nick, wound down the window to the sight of Connor's girlfriend.
“Sorry...have you seen Connor? Abby's pet crocodile is hurt, I think.”
“He's not-” “It's not-”
The pair smiled at each other as they both finished their sentence quickly and abruptly, “a pet crocodile!”
Nick added, “You tell Abby. She's over there,” he pointed, “And for God's sake, don't call him a crocodile!”
Stephen shut the window, and raised an eyebrow at Nick, “I think thats why we doubted Connor's choice of lover. Makes me even more sure that I love the right guy.”
“Agreed.” Nick gave his affirmation, and the two men shared a secret smile.
Stephen reached across Nick's figure, a hand resting on his thigh.
“Pass the sauce?”
Prompt; pet crocodile [given by my friend, Lauren]
There was a reason Nick Cutter loved takeout food consumption in cars, and pretty much all of it revolved around his companion, lunch sharer, colleague, friend and long term lover, sitting next to him in the passenger seat.
Every so often, and sometimes more frequently, their hands brushed oh-so-accidentally as one or the other reached across for some meal accompaniment. In this case, the Worcester sauce, that they both were utterly unable to resist coating their burgers with.
A knock on the car window caused a break in their wordless state of closeness. Stephen Hart groaned and with a glance at Nick, wound down the window to the sight of Connor's girlfriend.
“Sorry...have you seen Connor? Abby's pet crocodile is hurt, I think.”
“He's not-” “It's not-”
The pair smiled at each other as they both finished their sentence quickly and abruptly, “a pet crocodile!”
Nick added, “You tell Abby. She's over there,” he pointed, “And for God's sake, don't call him a crocodile!”
Stephen shut the window, and raised an eyebrow at Nick, “I think thats why we doubted Connor's choice of lover. Makes me even more sure that I love the right guy.”
“Agreed.” Nick gave his affirmation, and the two men shared a secret smile.
Stephen reached across Nick's figure, a hand resting on his thigh.
“Pass the sauce?”