The Job, Yu-Gi-Oh!, PG, shonen-ai, Tristan/Duke
Title: The Job
Author: bardicsidhe
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh!
Pairing: Tristan/Duke
Rating: PG for language
Challenge: Doing Nothing
Disclaimer: The fandom’s not mine, and every element of this story is fictitious.
Notes: Writing this got to be a little uncomfortable about a third of the way in, because I just don't normally use this particular device. But it was good for me, I guess.
“So, you’re telling me that we’re going to put this nasty stuff…on that?”
“Mm-hm.”
“But it’s so big! How in the hell are we supposed to do this all by ourselves, huh, genius?”
“Use our hands?”
“I didn’t ask for a smart remark, Tristan.”
“Then you shouldn’t ask dumb questions, Duke.”
“Whatever.”
“…”
“…”
“You’re going to help me.”
“Why? When did I ask to be involved?”
“Take this…”
“…hey!”
“And stick it in here.”
“…god that is nasty, Tristan.”
“And then rub it on there.”
“Let go of my hand.”
“Well, you said you didn’t know how.”
“I didn’t mean I wanted a lesson!”
“Too late.”
“How do you stand to touch this stuff?”
“I tell myself that it’s for the greater good.”
“Your pathetic attempts at humor do nothing for me.”
“Just do it, Duke. If somebody doesn’t do it, it’ll never get done.”
“That doesn’t mean I want to do it.”
“Not back and forth! Rub in circles!”
“That sounds so dirty.”
“Only to you.”
“How long is this going to take?”
“We wait until it turns white, and then take it off with a towel.”
“No, I mean how long to put this shit on?”
“I don’t know. Do you think I time myself when I do it?”
“Whoa, someone’s bitchy this afternoon. Forgot to take your Midol this morning?”
“I'm bitchy because you keep screwing off! At this rate, it’s going to take us all freaking day. I never have to take this long by myself.”
“Then do it yourself.”
“If you’d shut up, we’d be done by now!”
“I am done.”
“How did you get done so fast?”
“Besides the fact that unlike you, I’m capable of speech and simple hand movements at once? Probably that I’m sick of touching this nasty shit.”
“Don’t be such a baby. Guys are supposed to do this kind of stuff.”
“What guys? Is this supposed to be some kind of masculinity-affirming thing? And what are you snickering about?”
“You look like a chick when you do that.”
“Do what?”
“Flick your wrist like that!”
“If you’re going to fling insults after I helped you, then I’m going home.”
“Fine.”
“Or maybe I’ll go see if Serenity’s busy this afternoon.”
“...Do it and I’ll kill you.”
“Ha! You’re just jealous because she likes me better than you. Not that I can blame you. I mean, what with my good looks…”
“Duke…”
“…and my suave yet naïve charm…”
“Duke…”
“…and my impeccable fashion sense…”
“That’s it!”
“What the hell? ACK!”
“OOF!”
“HEY!”
“Take it back!”
“No!”
“TAKE IT BACK!”
“Get off me!”
“Not until you take it back! Oomph!”
“Got ya.”
“…”
“Tristan?”
“…yeah?!”
“Your hand...”
“What about it?”
“It’s…well…”
“And?”
“Never mind.”
Author: bardicsidhe
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh!
Pairing: Tristan/Duke
Rating: PG for language
Challenge: Doing Nothing
Disclaimer: The fandom’s not mine, and every element of this story is fictitious.
Notes: Writing this got to be a little uncomfortable about a third of the way in, because I just don't normally use this particular device. But it was good for me, I guess.
“So, you’re telling me that we’re going to put this nasty stuff…on that?”
“Mm-hm.”
“But it’s so big! How in the hell are we supposed to do this all by ourselves, huh, genius?”
“Use our hands?”
“I didn’t ask for a smart remark, Tristan.”
“Then you shouldn’t ask dumb questions, Duke.”
“Whatever.”
“…”
“…”
“You’re going to help me.”
“Why? When did I ask to be involved?”
“Take this…”
“…hey!”
“And stick it in here.”
“…god that is nasty, Tristan.”
“And then rub it on there.”
“Let go of my hand.”
“Well, you said you didn’t know how.”
“I didn’t mean I wanted a lesson!”
“Too late.”
“How do you stand to touch this stuff?”
“I tell myself that it’s for the greater good.”
“Your pathetic attempts at humor do nothing for me.”
“Just do it, Duke. If somebody doesn’t do it, it’ll never get done.”
“That doesn’t mean I want to do it.”
“Not back and forth! Rub in circles!”
“That sounds so dirty.”
“Only to you.”
“How long is this going to take?”
“We wait until it turns white, and then take it off with a towel.”
“No, I mean how long to put this shit on?”
“I don’t know. Do you think I time myself when I do it?”
“Whoa, someone’s bitchy this afternoon. Forgot to take your Midol this morning?”
“I'm bitchy because you keep screwing off! At this rate, it’s going to take us all freaking day. I never have to take this long by myself.”
“Then do it yourself.”
“If you’d shut up, we’d be done by now!”
“I am done.”
“How did you get done so fast?”
“Besides the fact that unlike you, I’m capable of speech and simple hand movements at once? Probably that I’m sick of touching this nasty shit.”
“Don’t be such a baby. Guys are supposed to do this kind of stuff.”
“What guys? Is this supposed to be some kind of masculinity-affirming thing? And what are you snickering about?”
“You look like a chick when you do that.”
“Do what?”
“Flick your wrist like that!”
“If you’re going to fling insults after I helped you, then I’m going home.”
“Fine.”
“Or maybe I’ll go see if Serenity’s busy this afternoon.”
“...Do it and I’ll kill you.”
“Ha! You’re just jealous because she likes me better than you. Not that I can blame you. I mean, what with my good looks…”
“Duke…”
“…and my suave yet naïve charm…”
“Duke…”
“…and my impeccable fashion sense…”
“That’s it!”
“What the hell? ACK!”
“OOF!”
“HEY!”
“Take it back!”
“No!”
“TAKE IT BACK!”
“Get off me!”
“Not until you take it back! Oomph!”
“Got ya.”
“…”
“Tristan?”
“…yeah?!”
“Your hand...”
“What about it?”
“It’s…well…”
“And?”
“Never mind.”