Fic: onetwothree (Tinman Fandom, Cain/Glitch) Rated: PG
Title: onetwothree
Author/Artist: wook77
Fandom: Tinman
Pairing: Cain/Glitch
Rating: PG
Wordcount: ~1300
Warnings: none
Summary: Everything's a dance.
Disclaimer: Not mine. No profit made nor harm intended.
A/N: Written for ceria_taliesen's request of Glitch/Cain Post TM - Cain remembers Glitch's comment about how women never noticed him at dances (he blended right into the wallpaper?) and Cain fixes that. at slashfest Unbeta'd.
onetwothree
Glitch stands against the wall. Every once in awhile, he looks about and Cain can see the fierce want and need that streaks across his face before it's covered by the happy simple smile that Cain's so very used to. As a swirling couple come just a bit too close for comfort, Cain steps back and then tries to be as subtle as he can while he tugs at his too-tight collar.
Dancing's never been his sort of thing. Or, at least, this sort of dancing. Fighting? He's quite comfortable with. Put him in to a suit and expect him to swing a girl around the floor and his knees lock up, his feet both turn left and he starts sweating. Pulling on his collar once more, Cain looks up - neck crooked as he reaches behind him - and sees Glitch looking at him. Cain stares while Glitch gives a happy wave and then watches the dancers once more while he shifts from leg to leg to leg.
It's obvious, even to Cain, that Glitch really wants to dance. Why that is, Cain hasn't a clue but what's even more perplexing is why no one has been willing to dance with Glitch. As Cain watches, Glitch turns to a woman next to him, gestures towards the floor and then turns away as the woman shakes her head. Another woman walks past and the exchange repeats itself.
As the third repetition starts, Cain remembers Glitch's comment about women not noticing him at dances. This blends in with the way that Glitch had shown off his 'dancing' skills in the fight against Azkadellia's men. It's the fourth rejection that has Cain cutting across the floor.
"Cain!" Glitch exclaims gleefully.
Cain snaps his heels together with military precision and then sketches a sharp bow. He reaches a hand out and looks up, "May I have this dance?"
"Pardon?" Glitch asks and Cain can hear the confusion in his voice. Glitch's head tilts to the side and then the other as he looks at the outstretched hand.
"May I have the pleasure of your company during this dance?" Cain enunciates every word.
"But we're two - " Glitch starts to say something but Cain stands and leans in.
"You want to dance or not, zipperhead?"
"Oh. Oh!" Glitch steps back and extends his hand, "I'd be honored."
Cain shakes his head ruefully and then assumes the waltz position, hand on Glitch's waist. When Glitch goes to do the same, Cain glowers and says, "Wrong position, sweetheart."
"Right, sorry, not used to being on this side, I'm used to the other side. Or at least, I think I'm used to the other side. Perhaps I should really try to - " Glitch rambles on and, for the first time since they'd defeated the evil witch, Cain wishes that Glitch had gotten his other half of his brain back.
"Shut up and dance," Cain growls and then pulls them both into the whirling mass of dancers. They're the only couple consisting of two men but Cain doesn't care right now. Instead, he's rather intrigued by the way that he actually can dance when he's dancing with Glitch. Maybe it's that there aren't any skirts to get tangled up in or maybe it's that there's no worry over mussing hair or smearing make-up or any of that. Instead, it's just a dance.
"You're counting out loud, you know," Glitch remarks, pulling Cain from his contemplations.
"I'm what?" Cain stumbles as he loses his place. Perhaps dancing with Glitch isn't nearly as easy as he'd thought.
"You're counting, onetwothree." Glitch takes command of the dance and hums onetwothree under his breath over and over as they circle around the room. Just this one, Cain lets someone else take the lead and he enjoys it more than he thought.
When the music ends, Cain feels mildly bereft as Glitch walks away after sketching a quick bow.
fourfivesix
"They're going to try to give me my brain back tomorrow. I'm really excited about it, it'll be nice to remember everything again, don't you think so?" Glitch continues to ramble on while Cain punches at the bag hanging in front of him. "Cain? Are you listening to me? Am I bothering you?"
"You're getting your brain back. You're happy. Of course I'm listening. You're not bothering me." Cain's answers are sharp in their sparseness. Glitch's been around too much lately, not giving Cain any sort of time to wonder about the dance and just what the hell he'd been thinking.
"Oh right, but I am probably bothering you. I can go, you know, I really can. I'm not doing anything here but bothering you," Glitch babbles away again as he stands and crosses the room towards the exit.
"You want to be productive? Hold the bag," Cain says and then wonders why he wants Glitch around right now considering that his cock is getting ideas just from watching Glitch's backside move around.
"Sure, I can do that." Glitch ambles over and then holds on to the bag. Cain punches away, picturing faces from the nightmares that haunt his life. "Thank you for the dance. You know, the other night?"
"Welcome. It was obvious that you wanted to dance." Cain ignores the voice calling him a liar for not finishing saying what he'd wanted.
"I still appreciate it. I know you don't like to dance. Well, not that sort of dancing. You're good at it, though, really good."
"Thanks. Used to dance with my wife," Cain says and then curses himself for it when Glitch's face slides into sadness.
"I'm sure she was beautiful."
"She was. She was a wonderful woman, a good wife and mother."
"You still miss her. Not ready to move on, either, I bet," Glitch says sadly before he goes through one of his mercurial mood changes and brightens. "Well, thank you for the dance. I really enjoyed it."
"You've said that." Cain stops punching the bag and comes around to punch Glitch in the shoulder lightly, instead. "And I'm ready to move on."
"Move on? You're leaving? You can't leave, I'm getting my brain back tomorrow!" Glitch looks panicked and Cain holds on to his shoulder before he starts dancing about.
"Not leaving, zipperhead, I'm saying that I'm not still tied up with my wife."
"Oh. Oh!" Glitch smiles at Cain and Cain feels warmth pool in his gut. "So you're not leaving."
"That's what I said."
"Right, of course it is. I remember now. If you want to dance in the future, I'd like that. Maybe we could try something other than a waltz. I've always been very partial to the tango."
"The tango? Don't think I've danced that one before." Cain had planned on saying more but, instead, he's shocked into silence as Glitch grabs him, pulls him close and then starts dancing with him. Their crotches are perfectly aligned and Cain can feel Glitch's cock rub his on every step that he takes.
"See? Very fun dance!" Glitch pauses and then grins. "Get ready, I'm going to dip you."
It's quite the mistake as Cain leans back, forcing his hips into Glitch's even further. He's instantly hard when he feels the way that Glitch cups his neck and thrusts forward, himself.
"Cain?" Glitch asks, voice trembling.
Cain doesn't respond, he just pulls back and starts to walk off. He's stopped by the hand on his shoulder - the one he tries to shrug off but it just doesn't listen - and waits for the recriminations. Instead, Glitch circles around and presses his lips to Cain's. It's a clumsy kiss, too much teeth and not enough lip. Cain doesn't care, though, as he throws caution to the wind and kisses Glitch back.
Who knew what tomorrow might bring with Glitch getting his brain back. Possibly, Gltich wouldn't even remember this moment. Regardless, Cain can always put the situation off to comfort or some other sort of rubbish. He pushes his hands up in to Glitch's hair, brushing the zipper and kisses as if his life depends on it. This is a far better way of dancing, as far as Cain is concerned.
As always, I'd love to hear what you thought!
Author/Artist: wook77
Fandom: Tinman
Pairing: Cain/Glitch
Rating: PG
Wordcount: ~1300
Warnings: none
Summary: Everything's a dance.
Disclaimer: Not mine. No profit made nor harm intended.
A/N: Written for ceria_taliesen's request of Glitch/Cain Post TM - Cain remembers Glitch's comment about how women never noticed him at dances (he blended right into the wallpaper?) and Cain fixes that. at slashfest Unbeta'd.
onetwothree
Glitch stands against the wall. Every once in awhile, he looks about and Cain can see the fierce want and need that streaks across his face before it's covered by the happy simple smile that Cain's so very used to. As a swirling couple come just a bit too close for comfort, Cain steps back and then tries to be as subtle as he can while he tugs at his too-tight collar.
Dancing's never been his sort of thing. Or, at least, this sort of dancing. Fighting? He's quite comfortable with. Put him in to a suit and expect him to swing a girl around the floor and his knees lock up, his feet both turn left and he starts sweating. Pulling on his collar once more, Cain looks up - neck crooked as he reaches behind him - and sees Glitch looking at him. Cain stares while Glitch gives a happy wave and then watches the dancers once more while he shifts from leg to leg to leg.
It's obvious, even to Cain, that Glitch really wants to dance. Why that is, Cain hasn't a clue but what's even more perplexing is why no one has been willing to dance with Glitch. As Cain watches, Glitch turns to a woman next to him, gestures towards the floor and then turns away as the woman shakes her head. Another woman walks past and the exchange repeats itself.
As the third repetition starts, Cain remembers Glitch's comment about women not noticing him at dances. This blends in with the way that Glitch had shown off his 'dancing' skills in the fight against Azkadellia's men. It's the fourth rejection that has Cain cutting across the floor.
"Cain!" Glitch exclaims gleefully.
Cain snaps his heels together with military precision and then sketches a sharp bow. He reaches a hand out and looks up, "May I have this dance?"
"Pardon?" Glitch asks and Cain can hear the confusion in his voice. Glitch's head tilts to the side and then the other as he looks at the outstretched hand.
"May I have the pleasure of your company during this dance?" Cain enunciates every word.
"But we're two - " Glitch starts to say something but Cain stands and leans in.
"You want to dance or not, zipperhead?"
"Oh. Oh!" Glitch steps back and extends his hand, "I'd be honored."
Cain shakes his head ruefully and then assumes the waltz position, hand on Glitch's waist. When Glitch goes to do the same, Cain glowers and says, "Wrong position, sweetheart."
"Right, sorry, not used to being on this side, I'm used to the other side. Or at least, I think I'm used to the other side. Perhaps I should really try to - " Glitch rambles on and, for the first time since they'd defeated the evil witch, Cain wishes that Glitch had gotten his other half of his brain back.
"Shut up and dance," Cain growls and then pulls them both into the whirling mass of dancers. They're the only couple consisting of two men but Cain doesn't care right now. Instead, he's rather intrigued by the way that he actually can dance when he's dancing with Glitch. Maybe it's that there aren't any skirts to get tangled up in or maybe it's that there's no worry over mussing hair or smearing make-up or any of that. Instead, it's just a dance.
"You're counting out loud, you know," Glitch remarks, pulling Cain from his contemplations.
"I'm what?" Cain stumbles as he loses his place. Perhaps dancing with Glitch isn't nearly as easy as he'd thought.
"You're counting, onetwothree." Glitch takes command of the dance and hums onetwothree under his breath over and over as they circle around the room. Just this one, Cain lets someone else take the lead and he enjoys it more than he thought.
When the music ends, Cain feels mildly bereft as Glitch walks away after sketching a quick bow.
fourfivesix
"They're going to try to give me my brain back tomorrow. I'm really excited about it, it'll be nice to remember everything again, don't you think so?" Glitch continues to ramble on while Cain punches at the bag hanging in front of him. "Cain? Are you listening to me? Am I bothering you?"
"You're getting your brain back. You're happy. Of course I'm listening. You're not bothering me." Cain's answers are sharp in their sparseness. Glitch's been around too much lately, not giving Cain any sort of time to wonder about the dance and just what the hell he'd been thinking.
"Oh right, but I am probably bothering you. I can go, you know, I really can. I'm not doing anything here but bothering you," Glitch babbles away again as he stands and crosses the room towards the exit.
"You want to be productive? Hold the bag," Cain says and then wonders why he wants Glitch around right now considering that his cock is getting ideas just from watching Glitch's backside move around.
"Sure, I can do that." Glitch ambles over and then holds on to the bag. Cain punches away, picturing faces from the nightmares that haunt his life. "Thank you for the dance. You know, the other night?"
"Welcome. It was obvious that you wanted to dance." Cain ignores the voice calling him a liar for not finishing saying what he'd wanted.
"I still appreciate it. I know you don't like to dance. Well, not that sort of dancing. You're good at it, though, really good."
"Thanks. Used to dance with my wife," Cain says and then curses himself for it when Glitch's face slides into sadness.
"I'm sure she was beautiful."
"She was. She was a wonderful woman, a good wife and mother."
"You still miss her. Not ready to move on, either, I bet," Glitch says sadly before he goes through one of his mercurial mood changes and brightens. "Well, thank you for the dance. I really enjoyed it."
"You've said that." Cain stops punching the bag and comes around to punch Glitch in the shoulder lightly, instead. "And I'm ready to move on."
"Move on? You're leaving? You can't leave, I'm getting my brain back tomorrow!" Glitch looks panicked and Cain holds on to his shoulder before he starts dancing about.
"Not leaving, zipperhead, I'm saying that I'm not still tied up with my wife."
"Oh. Oh!" Glitch smiles at Cain and Cain feels warmth pool in his gut. "So you're not leaving."
"That's what I said."
"Right, of course it is. I remember now. If you want to dance in the future, I'd like that. Maybe we could try something other than a waltz. I've always been very partial to the tango."
"The tango? Don't think I've danced that one before." Cain had planned on saying more but, instead, he's shocked into silence as Glitch grabs him, pulls him close and then starts dancing with him. Their crotches are perfectly aligned and Cain can feel Glitch's cock rub his on every step that he takes.
"See? Very fun dance!" Glitch pauses and then grins. "Get ready, I'm going to dip you."
It's quite the mistake as Cain leans back, forcing his hips into Glitch's even further. He's instantly hard when he feels the way that Glitch cups his neck and thrusts forward, himself.
"Cain?" Glitch asks, voice trembling.
Cain doesn't respond, he just pulls back and starts to walk off. He's stopped by the hand on his shoulder - the one he tries to shrug off but it just doesn't listen - and waits for the recriminations. Instead, Glitch circles around and presses his lips to Cain's. It's a clumsy kiss, too much teeth and not enough lip. Cain doesn't care, though, as he throws caution to the wind and kisses Glitch back.
Who knew what tomorrow might bring with Glitch getting his brain back. Possibly, Gltich wouldn't even remember this moment. Regardless, Cain can always put the situation off to comfort or some other sort of rubbish. He pushes his hands up in to Glitch's hair, brushing the zipper and kisses as if his life depends on it. This is a far better way of dancing, as far as Cain is concerned.
As always, I'd love to hear what you thought!