Fic: Watch Me!
Title: Watch Me!
Characters: Donald/Timmy -movieverse
Rating and word count: PG, about 2,000 words.
Warning: Fluff and more fluff.
Notes: I like to write fics based on random words from the dictionary. This time I got "sling." Thanks to
nyteflyer, beta extraordinaire.
“Tell me again why I’m going to this party after I specifically said I wouldn’t go?”
Timmy hoisted a large blue cooler out of the trunk of Don’s car. “Because you love me and you enjoy being my arm candy.”
“I am not arm candy.” Don reached for the cooler, groaning under the weight of it. “What the hell’s in this thing? Bricks?”
Timmy rummaged around the trunk for the beach towels and sunscreen. “I’ve got four salads in there, so don’t drop it.”
“What else?”
“Water, sandwiches, and some stuff for drinks.”
“Drinks?” Don adjusted his grip on the cooler. Maybe the party wouldn’t be so bad after all.
“Drinks.” Timmy closed the trunk. “Let’s go.”
Don trudged after Timmy, lugging the heavy cooler and wondering why he hadn’t pretended to be sick. He could have been home watching the Yankees, but instead he was on a beach where he would burn to a crisp before dying of boredom.
It wasn’t as if he didn’t like going to the lake. He and Timmy had once rented a cottage that came with its own secluded beach. Fun didn’t begin to describe that vacation.
After walking about forty miles on hot sand, Timmy hailed a group of people who rushed forward to relieve Don of the cooler.
“About time you guys got here,” a woman from Timmy’s office said. “We’ll play some volleyball, then we’ll eat.” She trotted off without waiting for a response.
Don grabbed Timmy’s arm. “Volleyball? Why can’t we just relax?”
“Tell that to Alicia.” Timmy kissed Don’s sweaty forehead. “Besides, you like sports.”
“Are you playing?”
“Of course not.”
“Then why do I have to play?”
“Because I told Alicia you’d be on her team.”
“You didn’t clear that with me.”
Timmy smiled. “She’s counting on you.” His grin widened even further. “So am I.”
“Stop smiling. You know I can’t stand that.”
“Can’t stand what?”
“Every time you smile at me I do whatever you want.”
Timmy leaned over to whisper in Don’s ear. “Whatever I want?”
Don shivered. “Yes.”
“I want…”
“Shit.” Don grabbed one of the beach towels from Timmy and wrapped it around his waist. “Keep talking like that and we’ll have to go home.”
Timmy flopped down on a handy blanket. “Behave yourself or you’ll go to bed without your dinner.”
Don gave him an evil grin. “Do I still get dessert?”
“We’ll see.” Timmy uncapped the bottle of sunscreen. “Put some on my back?”
“If you’ll put some on mine.”
“Deal.”
Timmy whipped off his shirt, presenting Don with a view he’d never tire of as long as he lived. Timmy was forty-two, and his body still looked as good as it did the first time Don saw it. Broad shoulders, strong arms, and a chest that made T-shirts weep for joy, all wrapped around the amazing, incredible person that was Timothy Callahan.
Don couldn’t help the thrill of pride that came with knowing Timmy belonged to him the same way he belonged to Timmy. Maybe it wasn’t PC to think that way about another person, but Don didn’t care. Timmy was his.
“Penny for your thoughts,” Timmy said as Don knelt behind him. He handed over the sunscreen. “You looked serious there for a minute.”
Don kissed the back of Timmy’s neck. “If I told you what I was thinking we’d end up getting arrested for public lewdness.”
Timmy looked over his shoulder at Don. “That sounds promising.”
Don could have spent hours rubbing sunscreen on Timmy’s back and shoulders, listening to Timmy’s quiet sighs of pleasure as tight muscles loosened and the stress of a busy week became nothing more than an afterthought. That wasn’t to be, of course.
“Don! Get over here!” Alicia and the rest of her team were assembled on one side of the volleyball net. “We’re ready to start!”
“Fun’s over.” Don wiped his hands on his swim trunks. “You still owe me a sunscreen rub.”
“Hold on. You’ll fry like an egg out there.” Timmy squirted a dollop of sunscreen into his hand. “Turn around.”
Don was about to suggest they leave the beach to the volleyballers and head home when Alicia yelled again.
“Now the fun is really over.”
Timmy smeared sunscreen on Don’s back, then stretched out on the blanket and put on his sunglasses. “Go ahead. I’ll stay here and admire your form.”
Don laughed and got to his feet, blew Timmy a kiss and trotted toward the net.
“About time.” Alicia tossed him the ball. “You’re serving.”
Don had a good time in spite of himself. He’d had a long week and next to no exercise, and it felt good to work up a sweat. Every now and then he glanced at Timmy, who smiled and waved at him. Don found himself showing off a little, diving for the ball and trying to match spikes with a couple of six-footers.
After a while Timmy got up and waded into the lake. Don watched out of the corner of his eye as Timmy executed a shallow dive and surfaced a few yards further out. Don tried to keep his attention on the game, but when Timmy started walking back toward the shore, water streaming down his shoulders and chest, Don couldn’t help staring at him.
“Heads up!”
Don saw the ball, but not in enough time to duck. It smacked the side his face, knocking him to the sand. Pain radiated down his jaw, and for a second he thought he saw tiny birds tweeting around his head.
Between everyone asking if he was all right and if someone should call an ambulance, Don managed to get his bearings. Timmy was beside him now, expressing his usual concern for Don’s injuries, but Don could see a glint of mischief in his dark blue eyes.
“Was I that riveting?” Timmy held out his hand. Don grabbed it and let Timmy hoist him upright. The crowd dispersed once everyone saw he was fine. “You’re supposed to keep your eye on the ball.”
“I guess I had my eye on your balls.” Don rubbed his cheek as they walked toward the water. He heard Alicia call for a replacement. “You distracted me.”
“Good to know I can still do that.”
“You always do, and you know it.”
Timmy smiled again, showing even white teeth. “Guilty as charged.” He tipped his head at the lake. “Let’s cool off.”
After a short swim, an enormous lunch and a few glasses of spiked iced tea, Don agreed that a nap was in order. He slathered Timmy’s back with more sunscreen, then let Timmy return the favor before they stretched out together on a blanket. Don wanted to tell Timmy that he was having a good time after all, but drowsiness overcame him before he could say anything. He closed his eyes, smiling as felt the hot sun on his back and Timmy’s fingers sliding through his wet hair.
****
“I’ve got boogie boards!”
Don blinked against the bright sunlight. “Does she ever slow down?”
Timmy didn’t open his eyes. “Who?”
“Your pal Alicia.”
“Only when she’s sick.”
Don rolled over and put on his sunglasses. Despite the lake’s lack of waves, Alicia was distributing cheap foam boogie boards to everyone she could corner.
“What are we supposed to do with boogie boards?” Don reached over and squeezed Timmy’s thigh. “Go tell her enough already.”
Timmy groaned and sat up. “I already tried. After we break our necks on boogie boards we’re supposed to have a limbo contest.”
“What’s this party for, anyway?” Don kicked at the sand as they walked toward the lake. “A morale booster?”
“That’s exactly what it is. It’s supposed to gear us up for the senator’s fall campaign.”
“I see the senator got out of it.”
Timmy smiled. “She told me she had a pressing engagement with her hammock.”
“I’m glad you’re okay, Don,” Alicia said as she handed him a board. “You have to keep your head in the game, you know.”
“I’ll try to remember that.” He examined his board. “By the way, what are we supposed to do for waves?”
“You don’t need waves.” She tossed her board into the water and jumped on it. The board carried her down the shore for a few yards before coming to a stop. “See?”
“That’s easy enough.” Don tossed his board into the water.
Alicia held up a warning hand. “Just make sure-”
Don jumped on the board, flailing his arms as he tried to get his balance. He quickly righted himself and found he could steer the board with his feet. The ride didn’t last long, but now that he knew what he was doing he jumped off and again tossed the board into the water.
Don had to admit it was fun. He wished Timmy would try it, but except for swimming, sports were not his strong suit. Timmy felt like a duck out of water when it came to many physical activities. That was okay with Don - one overgrown kid in the family was enough.
After his fifth try, Don glanced at Timmy. He was watching, a smile playing around his lips.
“Watch this,” he called to Timmy. Don tossed the board into the water and stepped back about ten paces. Giving himself a running start, Don raced toward the board, jumped on it, lost his balance and fell into the water. He put out left his arm to catch himself and immediately wished he hadn’t.
“Shit!” Don got to his knees, clutching his left wrist. Timmy was beside him in a flash, helping him to his feet.
“Looks like the party’s over.” Don glanced up at Timmy. “Sorry, honey.”
Alicia ran toward them, waving a bag of ice. She handed it off to Timmy and then tugged off her oversized beach shirt. “Hold your wrist steady,” she said as she made a cradle for Don’s arm. After knotting the shirt around Don’s neck, she took the ice from Timmy and placed it on Don’s wrist.
“There.” She checked her handiwork and smiled at Don. “If you weren’t such a show-off this never would have happened.”
“I wasn’t showing off.” Don gritted his teeth against the pain in his wrist. “I was just-”
“Sure, you were. I heard you. You said-”
Timmy held up a hand. “Thank you, Alicia. I probably should take Don home. If you-”
Alicia put two fingers in her mouth and whistled. “Little help!”
Timmy’s co-workers flocked to the rescue. The cooler was repacked and placed in the trunk of Don’s car, sand was shaken from their towels, and Alicia herself helped Don into the passenger seat.
“I’m sorry you hurt yourself,” she said, giving Don a motherly pat on the shoulder. “Next time, be more careful.” She closed his door, waved at Timmy and trotted back to the beach.
“Do you think we need to go to the ER?” Timmy asked as they drove out of the parking lot.
Don tried flexing his wrist. It hurt, but he didn’t think it was broken. “It’s probably a sprain.”
They rode in silence for a while before Don noticed Timmy’s wide smile.
“What’s so funny?”
“You were showing off like a middle-schooler. Admit it.”
“No, I wasn’t. I’m too old to show off.”
“Yes, you were, and no, you’re not.”
Don shrugged. “Maybe a little.”
Timmy reached over and squeezed Don’s shoulder. “I was impressed.”
Don turned his head and kissed Timmy’s hand. “Really?”
“Really.”
Don closed his eyes, suddenly craving sleep. He heard Timmy’s quiet chuckle.
“Now what?”
“I’m just glad it’s your arm in a sling and not your ass.”
*Crossposted from Dreamwidth*
Characters: Donald/Timmy -movieverse
Rating and word count: PG, about 2,000 words.
Warning: Fluff and more fluff.
Notes: I like to write fics based on random words from the dictionary. This time I got "sling." Thanks to
nyteflyer, beta extraordinaire.
“Tell me again why I’m going to this party after I specifically said I wouldn’t go?”
Timmy hoisted a large blue cooler out of the trunk of Don’s car. “Because you love me and you enjoy being my arm candy.”
“I am not arm candy.” Don reached for the cooler, groaning under the weight of it. “What the hell’s in this thing? Bricks?”
Timmy rummaged around the trunk for the beach towels and sunscreen. “I’ve got four salads in there, so don’t drop it.”
“What else?”
“Water, sandwiches, and some stuff for drinks.”
“Drinks?” Don adjusted his grip on the cooler. Maybe the party wouldn’t be so bad after all.
“Drinks.” Timmy closed the trunk. “Let’s go.”
Don trudged after Timmy, lugging the heavy cooler and wondering why he hadn’t pretended to be sick. He could have been home watching the Yankees, but instead he was on a beach where he would burn to a crisp before dying of boredom.
It wasn’t as if he didn’t like going to the lake. He and Timmy had once rented a cottage that came with its own secluded beach. Fun didn’t begin to describe that vacation.
After walking about forty miles on hot sand, Timmy hailed a group of people who rushed forward to relieve Don of the cooler.
“About time you guys got here,” a woman from Timmy’s office said. “We’ll play some volleyball, then we’ll eat.” She trotted off without waiting for a response.
Don grabbed Timmy’s arm. “Volleyball? Why can’t we just relax?”
“Tell that to Alicia.” Timmy kissed Don’s sweaty forehead. “Besides, you like sports.”
“Are you playing?”
“Of course not.”
“Then why do I have to play?”
“Because I told Alicia you’d be on her team.”
“You didn’t clear that with me.”
Timmy smiled. “She’s counting on you.” His grin widened even further. “So am I.”
“Stop smiling. You know I can’t stand that.”
“Can’t stand what?”
“Every time you smile at me I do whatever you want.”
Timmy leaned over to whisper in Don’s ear. “Whatever I want?”
Don shivered. “Yes.”
“I want…”
“Shit.” Don grabbed one of the beach towels from Timmy and wrapped it around his waist. “Keep talking like that and we’ll have to go home.”
Timmy flopped down on a handy blanket. “Behave yourself or you’ll go to bed without your dinner.”
Don gave him an evil grin. “Do I still get dessert?”
“We’ll see.” Timmy uncapped the bottle of sunscreen. “Put some on my back?”
“If you’ll put some on mine.”
“Deal.”
Timmy whipped off his shirt, presenting Don with a view he’d never tire of as long as he lived. Timmy was forty-two, and his body still looked as good as it did the first time Don saw it. Broad shoulders, strong arms, and a chest that made T-shirts weep for joy, all wrapped around the amazing, incredible person that was Timothy Callahan.
Don couldn’t help the thrill of pride that came with knowing Timmy belonged to him the same way he belonged to Timmy. Maybe it wasn’t PC to think that way about another person, but Don didn’t care. Timmy was his.
“Penny for your thoughts,” Timmy said as Don knelt behind him. He handed over the sunscreen. “You looked serious there for a minute.”
Don kissed the back of Timmy’s neck. “If I told you what I was thinking we’d end up getting arrested for public lewdness.”
Timmy looked over his shoulder at Don. “That sounds promising.”
Don could have spent hours rubbing sunscreen on Timmy’s back and shoulders, listening to Timmy’s quiet sighs of pleasure as tight muscles loosened and the stress of a busy week became nothing more than an afterthought. That wasn’t to be, of course.
“Don! Get over here!” Alicia and the rest of her team were assembled on one side of the volleyball net. “We’re ready to start!”
“Fun’s over.” Don wiped his hands on his swim trunks. “You still owe me a sunscreen rub.”
“Hold on. You’ll fry like an egg out there.” Timmy squirted a dollop of sunscreen into his hand. “Turn around.”
Don was about to suggest they leave the beach to the volleyballers and head home when Alicia yelled again.
“Now the fun is really over.”
Timmy smeared sunscreen on Don’s back, then stretched out on the blanket and put on his sunglasses. “Go ahead. I’ll stay here and admire your form.”
Don laughed and got to his feet, blew Timmy a kiss and trotted toward the net.
“About time.” Alicia tossed him the ball. “You’re serving.”
Don had a good time in spite of himself. He’d had a long week and next to no exercise, and it felt good to work up a sweat. Every now and then he glanced at Timmy, who smiled and waved at him. Don found himself showing off a little, diving for the ball and trying to match spikes with a couple of six-footers.
After a while Timmy got up and waded into the lake. Don watched out of the corner of his eye as Timmy executed a shallow dive and surfaced a few yards further out. Don tried to keep his attention on the game, but when Timmy started walking back toward the shore, water streaming down his shoulders and chest, Don couldn’t help staring at him.
“Heads up!”
Don saw the ball, but not in enough time to duck. It smacked the side his face, knocking him to the sand. Pain radiated down his jaw, and for a second he thought he saw tiny birds tweeting around his head.
Between everyone asking if he was all right and if someone should call an ambulance, Don managed to get his bearings. Timmy was beside him now, expressing his usual concern for Don’s injuries, but Don could see a glint of mischief in his dark blue eyes.
“Was I that riveting?” Timmy held out his hand. Don grabbed it and let Timmy hoist him upright. The crowd dispersed once everyone saw he was fine. “You’re supposed to keep your eye on the ball.”
“I guess I had my eye on your balls.” Don rubbed his cheek as they walked toward the water. He heard Alicia call for a replacement. “You distracted me.”
“Good to know I can still do that.”
“You always do, and you know it.”
Timmy smiled again, showing even white teeth. “Guilty as charged.” He tipped his head at the lake. “Let’s cool off.”
After a short swim, an enormous lunch and a few glasses of spiked iced tea, Don agreed that a nap was in order. He slathered Timmy’s back with more sunscreen, then let Timmy return the favor before they stretched out together on a blanket. Don wanted to tell Timmy that he was having a good time after all, but drowsiness overcame him before he could say anything. He closed his eyes, smiling as felt the hot sun on his back and Timmy’s fingers sliding through his wet hair.
****
“I’ve got boogie boards!”
Don blinked against the bright sunlight. “Does she ever slow down?”
Timmy didn’t open his eyes. “Who?”
“Your pal Alicia.”
“Only when she’s sick.”
Don rolled over and put on his sunglasses. Despite the lake’s lack of waves, Alicia was distributing cheap foam boogie boards to everyone she could corner.
“What are we supposed to do with boogie boards?” Don reached over and squeezed Timmy’s thigh. “Go tell her enough already.”
Timmy groaned and sat up. “I already tried. After we break our necks on boogie boards we’re supposed to have a limbo contest.”
“What’s this party for, anyway?” Don kicked at the sand as they walked toward the lake. “A morale booster?”
“That’s exactly what it is. It’s supposed to gear us up for the senator’s fall campaign.”
“I see the senator got out of it.”
Timmy smiled. “She told me she had a pressing engagement with her hammock.”
“I’m glad you’re okay, Don,” Alicia said as she handed him a board. “You have to keep your head in the game, you know.”
“I’ll try to remember that.” He examined his board. “By the way, what are we supposed to do for waves?”
“You don’t need waves.” She tossed her board into the water and jumped on it. The board carried her down the shore for a few yards before coming to a stop. “See?”
“That’s easy enough.” Don tossed his board into the water.
Alicia held up a warning hand. “Just make sure-”
Don jumped on the board, flailing his arms as he tried to get his balance. He quickly righted himself and found he could steer the board with his feet. The ride didn’t last long, but now that he knew what he was doing he jumped off and again tossed the board into the water.
Don had to admit it was fun. He wished Timmy would try it, but except for swimming, sports were not his strong suit. Timmy felt like a duck out of water when it came to many physical activities. That was okay with Don - one overgrown kid in the family was enough.
After his fifth try, Don glanced at Timmy. He was watching, a smile playing around his lips.
“Watch this,” he called to Timmy. Don tossed the board into the water and stepped back about ten paces. Giving himself a running start, Don raced toward the board, jumped on it, lost his balance and fell into the water. He put out left his arm to catch himself and immediately wished he hadn’t.
“Shit!” Don got to his knees, clutching his left wrist. Timmy was beside him in a flash, helping him to his feet.
“Looks like the party’s over.” Don glanced up at Timmy. “Sorry, honey.”
Alicia ran toward them, waving a bag of ice. She handed it off to Timmy and then tugged off her oversized beach shirt. “Hold your wrist steady,” she said as she made a cradle for Don’s arm. After knotting the shirt around Don’s neck, she took the ice from Timmy and placed it on Don’s wrist.
“There.” She checked her handiwork and smiled at Don. “If you weren’t such a show-off this never would have happened.”
“I wasn’t showing off.” Don gritted his teeth against the pain in his wrist. “I was just-”
“Sure, you were. I heard you. You said-”
Timmy held up a hand. “Thank you, Alicia. I probably should take Don home. If you-”
Alicia put two fingers in her mouth and whistled. “Little help!”
Timmy’s co-workers flocked to the rescue. The cooler was repacked and placed in the trunk of Don’s car, sand was shaken from their towels, and Alicia herself helped Don into the passenger seat.
“I’m sorry you hurt yourself,” she said, giving Don a motherly pat on the shoulder. “Next time, be more careful.” She closed his door, waved at Timmy and trotted back to the beach.
“Do you think we need to go to the ER?” Timmy asked as they drove out of the parking lot.
Don tried flexing his wrist. It hurt, but he didn’t think it was broken. “It’s probably a sprain.”
They rode in silence for a while before Don noticed Timmy’s wide smile.
“What’s so funny?”
“You were showing off like a middle-schooler. Admit it.”
“No, I wasn’t. I’m too old to show off.”
“Yes, you were, and no, you’re not.”
Don shrugged. “Maybe a little.”
Timmy reached over and squeezed Don’s shoulder. “I was impressed.”
Don turned his head and kissed Timmy’s hand. “Really?”
“Really.”
Don closed his eyes, suddenly craving sleep. He heard Timmy’s quiet chuckle.
“Now what?”
“I’m just glad it’s your arm in a sling and not your ass.”
*Crossposted from Dreamwidth*