fiction: playing dress up (CSI guest spot slash, PG13)
Title: playing dress up
Author: ihatefastcars (girlcalledjane @ yahoo.com)
Fandom: CSI
Character/Pairing: Davis Mullins/Teddy Keller (Guest Spot Slash)
Rating: PG13
Summary: Domesticity and diguises. 926 words. (7/26/04)
Disclaimer: They're obviously not mine, I'd treat them better.
Feedback: Feedback (general or con-crit) is always welcome.
Spoilers: For "No More Bets"
Warnings: MALE/MALE. CUTENESS. EVIL FACIAL HAIR.
Author's note: carolinecrane wanted people to write fic based on one her icons and she had one of Davis (Or Brandon Quinn. Or Brandon Quinn playing Davis. Whatever you want to call it.) so I wrote this.
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He's staring at the bathroom mirror -- at the ridiculous moustache and how completely stupid it makes him look -- when Teddy shouts from the kitchen that they're out of beer.
He rolls his eyes because he knows they're not out of beer, he just bought beer last night, Teddy just has chronic refrigerator blindness. He frowns at his reflection, wiggles his nose and thinks that he looks like Mr. McFeely, before flipping the light off and heading for the kitchen. Teddy's standing in front of the refrigerator, wearing nothing but his boxers and the watch he just couldn't live without, and it's obvious that he hasn't actually moved anything except maybe the bottle of ketchup.
"Look behind the milk." He says as he grabs a glass from the cabinet and turns the tap on. He isn't really sure that he should be drinking anything with the 'tache on but he's thirsty and they have plenty of the glue so it should be okay.
"I did look behind the milk," Teddy mumbles, and then after a second, adds, "okay, wait, found it."
'Behind the milk,' he fills in for himself as he turns the tap off and considers exactly how he's going to do this -- the whole drinking thing. He wonders if the glue is toxic but then, yeah, he's put it on his face so most likely it's not. He hopes it's not anyway.
He finally decides to kind of... pour the water into his mouth and it works for a second but then he ends up dumping half of it down the front of his shirt. He swears and grabs a paper towel on reflex and wipes at his shirt for a minute before realizing that it's not actually going to do anything. He throws the paper towel into the sink and wonders if the moustache is somehow cutting off circulation to his brain.
The sound of a bottle being opened makes him turn his head and Teddy is leaning against the counter watching him, he feels himself blush and his hand automatically goes to the moustache. Like maybe if he covers it up long enough it will disappear. "I hate this stupid thing, I look like an idiot."
"Nah, you don't look like an idiot," Teddy smirks and lifts the bottle of beer to his mouth, "you look like an idiot who hasn't mastered the art of drinking out of a glass yet."
"Oh, thank you, that's really nice." He frowns and scratches at the side of the top lip -- great, now it's itching. He goes over the list of disguise ideas in his head, trying to find something else that isn't going to require him to wear this dumb thing all night, reaches up and pulls on the side of the moustache. Only, he's apparently used too much glue because it feels like he's trying to pull half his face off. "Fuck."
Teddy puts the beer down on the counter and steps closer, pulls Davis hand away from his face, "Stop, it's not really that bad, I promise." He raises an eyebrow and Teddy rolls his eyes, "look, at least you're not stuck in the fat suit, right?"
He smiles at that because he's seen the fat suit, he's seen Teddy in the fat suit. "Or the wig."
Teddy makes a face and steps back, crosses his arms over his chest. "Can we not talk about the wig?"
He smiles and backs Teddy against the counter, leans in and whispers, "blond."
"Shut up."
Leans in even closer. "So, so blond."
Teddy tries to push passed but he blocks him, Teddy rolls his eyes and twists his hand in the front of Davis' shirt, pulls him down and mumbles, 'you're an ass, you know that?' against his mouth.
And he thinks, 'yeah, but you love me anyway,' when Teddy slides his tongue into his mouth. Tilts his head to the side to get a better angle and puts his hands on Teddy's waist and then Teddy is shaking his head and pushing on his chest and laughing.
"Okay, yeah, that's really gross. No more kissing while you've got that thing on."
And, really, Teddy should know better than to say things like that. He smirks and leans in again and Teddy laughs and pushes at his shoulders, inadvertently exposing his throat for Davis to go in for the kill. Which he does. Because he's a very bad man with questionable facial hair and Teddy is ticklish like a little kid.
Teddy pushes at his shoulders and jerks around like he thinks he's actually going to be able to get away while Davis just bites and nuzzles at his neck until Teddy can't even breathe he's laughing so hard, gasping out 'stopstopplease' and about to fall over.
He leans against Teddy and Teddy, trying to catch his breath, mumbles, 'that thing is fucking evil' and he laughs and considers attacking again but then there's a knock at the door and Teddy's pushing him away. "That's Seth, I gotta go get dressed so he doesn't all excited by my manly nakedness."
He watches Teddy walk away, pushes down the urge to follow him and leave Seth standing at the door to have a panic attack because they haven't answered. Picks up Teddy's beer instead and walks over to the door
Seth stares at him for a minute before covering his mouth and snorting out, "Oh my God."
And he sighs and nods and thinks, yeah, it's going to be a really long night.
end of story.
originally posted to ihatefastcars on 07.26.04.