Alex/Jarvis...
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Title: doesn't really have one...
Pairing: Alex Kapranos/Jarvis Cocker
Rating: about 12, nothing too bad
Beta: queenoftheball_
Disclaimer: Alas, it is all untrue.
After I had ordered my drink, I looked around the coffee shop, searching for a seat. It was busy. Finally I spotted a space in the corner, and headed towards it. For a second, I looked down to check if the change was in my pocket. If I hadn’t done that, it would not have happened. I didn’t know whether or not it was a good thing. I looked up. Too late. I bumped into another man who was walking in and spilt my drink all over him. Luckily, it wasn’t hot. It seemed to be mostly on his trousers… I stared at his crotch a bit too long before looking up into his face.
“I’m so, so sorry.” I managed to say. Then I had a chance to study the countenance of this person I had just highly inconvenienced. Lovely dark eyes. His face framed by dark, tousled hair. Basically, he was pretty gorgeous. I thought he would be angry, but he seemed more amused than anything else, which was a little strange.
“Hey, it’s fine. Could happen to anyone.” I noticed he was giving me a funny, half-curious look. I grabbed a cloth from the counter, and acted without thinking,
“Let me help you clean it up…” I paused, realising how ridiculous that must have sounded. Yeah, just go and offer to dab away at the crotch of some complete stranger. Although, I would have liked to. I smiled to myself, wondering what he would think if he could read my mind. Anyway, I handed him the cloth, and watched as he tried to dry himself off. I wasn’t sure if I should just walk away. I was just standing there, watching him. I don’t know what he must’ve thought. But he was so damn hot, I really couldn’t help it. Words…he was saying something.
“Seriously, don’t worry about it.” He said. “So. I’m Jarvis.”
Ok, he was introducing himself. How strange. Jarvis - an interesting name.
“Alex.” I said.
He smiled. “Well, pleased to meet you. See you around?”
“Yeah…” I replied, somewhat surprised at his overall reaction. We stood looking at each other for a moment, until I decided I’d better leave. The atmosphere seemed…awkward…yet somehow intense. I placed my hand on his shoulder as I left; as an apology, but also with a sense of longing. I stopped at the door, turning to look at him again. I thought about going back to talk to him, but something stopped me. His back was turned to me. I took one last lustful glance before sighing, shrugging my shoulders, and leaving.
- - - - - - -
I turned round again, thinking perhaps to speak to him. He was walking out the door. Alex. Rake thin, beautiful eyes, soft, light hair...Instant sex appeal. I’d noticed him as soon as I’d walked in. He had just gotten a drink, was walking towards me, nonchalantly rummaging in his pockets. When he walked into me…it was as much my fault as his. I wasn’t really paying attention; I could hardly take my eyes off him. It was rather adorable, the way he seemed so sorry, asking if I wanted him to help clean up. Not an advance, surely? Probably not. Although he did smile at me. It would’ve been pretty hot if he’d just started rubbing away at my crotch in the middle of that place.
Then again, I’d probably enjoy that too much. What would the poor guy have thought then? I think I said I’d see him around…not likely, really. It was just some random accident. It was one small incident. It was insignificant. But it didn’t seem so. This man….he was…captivating. And he had actually touched me when he left. It was just a friendly gesture. It was nothing more. But it didn’t seem so. And he was so pretty.
I left the place, trying to get his image out my mind. I turned the corner at the end of the street. A familiar figure was heading into a building across the road. Into a block of flats It was him. Did he actually live right there? I rushed across the road and up to the door. Damn it. A door entry system. I realised I didn’t even know his surname. It was pointless. I also realised how ridiculous and creepy it was anyway; I was being a complete stalker. I sat down on the edge of the pavement, wondering what to do. I really wanted to see him again, but there was no guarantee he wanted to see me. He’d probably forgotten about the whole thing by now. And here I was, sitting just outside his flat. Great; now I was an obsessed, homeless-looking stalker, camping outside his home. I’d been in his presence for only about two minutes. Annoyed with myself for being so bloody stupid, I leapt to my feet and walked off.
_ _ _ _ _
The next morning I awoke to realise I’d had dreams about that guy all night. How the hell could I be so attracted to someone I’d only seen for a few minutes? I wandered into the kitchen and looked out the window. For a moment, I thought I saw someone who resembled him, and I laughed to myself. A few minutes later, the buzzer rang. I couldn’t really be bothered but I answered it anyway. Another minute. Whoever it was knocked on my door, and I opened it. It was him. The coffee shop man. At my door.
_ _ _ _ _
Oh my god, he was only wearing his boxers. He obviously noticed me looking up and down his body. I couldn’t help it. I finally spoke.
“Hi. Remember me?”
_ _ _ _ _
I laughed at the irony of this.
“Of course I do, but why…how are you here?”
There was a pause, he seemed embarrassed, but he was definitely sexier this time. What was he doing here? Was it by accident, or did he…seek me out? All that mattered was that he was standing outside my flat.
_ _ _ _ _
He was laughing at me. I thought I might as well say it, now that I was here, so, nervously;
“This must seem really strange. I didn’t follow you or anything. I mean…I saw…well, yeah. ..”
_ _ _ _ _
And? This didn’t help much, but it was good just to look at him.
_ _ _ _
“Look, the thing is,” I said, decisively. “Yesterday, when I saw you…I was really attracted to you, you know. I don’t even know if you’re gay, but I just wanted to see you again and now I have...” I trailed off, “Look, I’m sorry.”
_ _ _ _ _
He turned as if to leave, but I reached out and grabbed him by the arm.
“I am.” I said. He stared at me. “I mean, I am gay.” He nodded, and half smiled.
_ _ _ _ _
Interesting. Then he suddenly grabbed me, kissing me hard on the lips. I kissed back instantly, my hands beginning to explore the territory of his naked back. He pulled away by a fraction, saying “And yeah, I know. I’m attracted to you too….”
_ _ _ _ _
He responded by running his hands through my hair, and parting my lips with his tongue.
He tasted like coffee.
Title: doesn't really have one...
Pairing: Alex Kapranos/Jarvis Cocker
Rating: about 12, nothing too bad
Beta: queenoftheball_
Disclaimer: Alas, it is all untrue.
After I had ordered my drink, I looked around the coffee shop, searching for a seat. It was busy. Finally I spotted a space in the corner, and headed towards it. For a second, I looked down to check if the change was in my pocket. If I hadn’t done that, it would not have happened. I didn’t know whether or not it was a good thing. I looked up. Too late. I bumped into another man who was walking in and spilt my drink all over him. Luckily, it wasn’t hot. It seemed to be mostly on his trousers… I stared at his crotch a bit too long before looking up into his face.
“I’m so, so sorry.” I managed to say. Then I had a chance to study the countenance of this person I had just highly inconvenienced. Lovely dark eyes. His face framed by dark, tousled hair. Basically, he was pretty gorgeous. I thought he would be angry, but he seemed more amused than anything else, which was a little strange.
“Hey, it’s fine. Could happen to anyone.” I noticed he was giving me a funny, half-curious look. I grabbed a cloth from the counter, and acted without thinking,
“Let me help you clean it up…” I paused, realising how ridiculous that must have sounded. Yeah, just go and offer to dab away at the crotch of some complete stranger. Although, I would have liked to. I smiled to myself, wondering what he would think if he could read my mind. Anyway, I handed him the cloth, and watched as he tried to dry himself off. I wasn’t sure if I should just walk away. I was just standing there, watching him. I don’t know what he must’ve thought. But he was so damn hot, I really couldn’t help it. Words…he was saying something.
“Seriously, don’t worry about it.” He said. “So. I’m Jarvis.”
Ok, he was introducing himself. How strange. Jarvis - an interesting name.
“Alex.” I said.
He smiled. “Well, pleased to meet you. See you around?”
“Yeah…” I replied, somewhat surprised at his overall reaction. We stood looking at each other for a moment, until I decided I’d better leave. The atmosphere seemed…awkward…yet somehow intense. I placed my hand on his shoulder as I left; as an apology, but also with a sense of longing. I stopped at the door, turning to look at him again. I thought about going back to talk to him, but something stopped me. His back was turned to me. I took one last lustful glance before sighing, shrugging my shoulders, and leaving.
- - - - - - -
I turned round again, thinking perhaps to speak to him. He was walking out the door. Alex. Rake thin, beautiful eyes, soft, light hair...Instant sex appeal. I’d noticed him as soon as I’d walked in. He had just gotten a drink, was walking towards me, nonchalantly rummaging in his pockets. When he walked into me…it was as much my fault as his. I wasn’t really paying attention; I could hardly take my eyes off him. It was rather adorable, the way he seemed so sorry, asking if I wanted him to help clean up. Not an advance, surely? Probably not. Although he did smile at me. It would’ve been pretty hot if he’d just started rubbing away at my crotch in the middle of that place.
Then again, I’d probably enjoy that too much. What would the poor guy have thought then? I think I said I’d see him around…not likely, really. It was just some random accident. It was one small incident. It was insignificant. But it didn’t seem so. This man….he was…captivating. And he had actually touched me when he left. It was just a friendly gesture. It was nothing more. But it didn’t seem so. And he was so pretty.
I left the place, trying to get his image out my mind. I turned the corner at the end of the street. A familiar figure was heading into a building across the road. Into a block of flats It was him. Did he actually live right there? I rushed across the road and up to the door. Damn it. A door entry system. I realised I didn’t even know his surname. It was pointless. I also realised how ridiculous and creepy it was anyway; I was being a complete stalker. I sat down on the edge of the pavement, wondering what to do. I really wanted to see him again, but there was no guarantee he wanted to see me. He’d probably forgotten about the whole thing by now. And here I was, sitting just outside his flat. Great; now I was an obsessed, homeless-looking stalker, camping outside his home. I’d been in his presence for only about two minutes. Annoyed with myself for being so bloody stupid, I leapt to my feet and walked off.
_ _ _ _ _
The next morning I awoke to realise I’d had dreams about that guy all night. How the hell could I be so attracted to someone I’d only seen for a few minutes? I wandered into the kitchen and looked out the window. For a moment, I thought I saw someone who resembled him, and I laughed to myself. A few minutes later, the buzzer rang. I couldn’t really be bothered but I answered it anyway. Another minute. Whoever it was knocked on my door, and I opened it. It was him. The coffee shop man. At my door.
_ _ _ _ _
Oh my god, he was only wearing his boxers. He obviously noticed me looking up and down his body. I couldn’t help it. I finally spoke.
“Hi. Remember me?”
_ _ _ _ _
I laughed at the irony of this.
“Of course I do, but why…how are you here?”
There was a pause, he seemed embarrassed, but he was definitely sexier this time. What was he doing here? Was it by accident, or did he…seek me out? All that mattered was that he was standing outside my flat.
_ _ _ _ _
He was laughing at me. I thought I might as well say it, now that I was here, so, nervously;
“This must seem really strange. I didn’t follow you or anything. I mean…I saw…well, yeah. ..”
_ _ _ _ _
And? This didn’t help much, but it was good just to look at him.
_ _ _ _
“Look, the thing is,” I said, decisively. “Yesterday, when I saw you…I was really attracted to you, you know. I don’t even know if you’re gay, but I just wanted to see you again and now I have...” I trailed off, “Look, I’m sorry.”
_ _ _ _ _
He turned as if to leave, but I reached out and grabbed him by the arm.
“I am.” I said. He stared at me. “I mean, I am gay.” He nodded, and half smiled.
_ _ _ _ _
Interesting. Then he suddenly grabbed me, kissing me hard on the lips. I kissed back instantly, my hands beginning to explore the territory of his naked back. He pulled away by a fraction, saying “And yeah, I know. I’m attracted to you too….”
_ _ _ _ _
He responded by running his hands through my hair, and parting my lips with his tongue.
He tasted like coffee.