ot4 - 18 (black)
Title: the train to monaco
’Verse/characters: ot4 (daniel and nash)
Prompt: 18 - black
Word Count: 496
Rating: g
Author's Notes: the boys go to europe the summer after they graduate from college, so this takes place in the same general time period as sangria and a mark for memory. (i don’t know exactly when they go where, just generally where they go.)
Nash contracts either a twenty-four hour bug or food poisoning in Marseilles, which makes him cranky but doesn’t stop him from playing tourist and getting sunburned. He pukes once on a bus and once on some poor girl’s bare feet on the beach, and somehow manages both times to avoid getting the shit kicked out of him by other bus passengers, the bus driver, the girl’s boyfriend, or Daniel.
He talks Daniel into going to Monaco, and to make up for being publicly sick and pissy he buys four seats in a six-seat compartment on the train, so they can spread out a little. “Spread out” in this case meaning he can lie down and put his head in Daniel’s lap and go to sleep, and because he’s a good person, and Nash was genuinely sick, Daniel doesn’t mind.
The train to Monaco is old and the seats aren’t the most comfortable train seats Daniel’s ever sat on, but he keeps his whine to himself, listens to his iPod on shuffle, and snakes his fingers through Nash’s shaggy black hair. A girl they met in the hostel in Paris wanted to cut his hair, said she could style it so people could see his face, and Nash grinned and said he happened to like looking like he’d crawled backwards through a hedge. Daniel snickered. He’s been saying that for four years - You look like you crawled backwards out of a hedge - and Nash always laughs at him.
Now Nash is asleep with his feet hanging off the bench and his head on Daniel’s thigh, Daniel’s hand tangled in his hair, the train creaking and clacking and swaying gently as it zips them along the coast to Monaco. Daniel looks out the window and sings to himself, and Nash naps until the arrival of a couple of Australians who’ve been trailing up and down the train cars looking for a place to sit that doesn’t smell like cigarette smoke.
By the time they pull into the station in Monte Carlo almost an hour later, Nash and Daniel and the two Aussies have exchanged travel tips and stories and advice and made a plan to meet up in Rome, because the Aussies are on their way to Italy and Nash and Daniel hadn’t really figured out where to go after France, but figure Italy is as good a place as any. Nash wants to drink espresso and Daniel wants to see the Roman forum, anyway.
The first thing Nash does, once they’re out of the train station, is have a cigarette. The second thing he does is congratulate himself for not telling the Aussies on the train that their desire for a smoke-free ride forced him into withdrawal. Daniel doesn’t say anything, although he is tempted to suggest Nash find a nice barber, because wow is his hair terrifying. Bedhead seems that much worse when you’ve been napping on your best friend’s leg for an hour or so.
’Verse/characters: ot4 (daniel and nash)
Prompt: 18 - black
Word Count: 496
Rating: g
Author's Notes: the boys go to europe the summer after they graduate from college, so this takes place in the same general time period as sangria and a mark for memory. (i don’t know exactly when they go where, just generally where they go.)
Nash contracts either a twenty-four hour bug or food poisoning in Marseilles, which makes him cranky but doesn’t stop him from playing tourist and getting sunburned. He pukes once on a bus and once on some poor girl’s bare feet on the beach, and somehow manages both times to avoid getting the shit kicked out of him by other bus passengers, the bus driver, the girl’s boyfriend, or Daniel.
He talks Daniel into going to Monaco, and to make up for being publicly sick and pissy he buys four seats in a six-seat compartment on the train, so they can spread out a little. “Spread out” in this case meaning he can lie down and put his head in Daniel’s lap and go to sleep, and because he’s a good person, and Nash was genuinely sick, Daniel doesn’t mind.
The train to Monaco is old and the seats aren’t the most comfortable train seats Daniel’s ever sat on, but he keeps his whine to himself, listens to his iPod on shuffle, and snakes his fingers through Nash’s shaggy black hair. A girl they met in the hostel in Paris wanted to cut his hair, said she could style it so people could see his face, and Nash grinned and said he happened to like looking like he’d crawled backwards through a hedge. Daniel snickered. He’s been saying that for four years - You look like you crawled backwards out of a hedge - and Nash always laughs at him.
Now Nash is asleep with his feet hanging off the bench and his head on Daniel’s thigh, Daniel’s hand tangled in his hair, the train creaking and clacking and swaying gently as it zips them along the coast to Monaco. Daniel looks out the window and sings to himself, and Nash naps until the arrival of a couple of Australians who’ve been trailing up and down the train cars looking for a place to sit that doesn’t smell like cigarette smoke.
By the time they pull into the station in Monte Carlo almost an hour later, Nash and Daniel and the two Aussies have exchanged travel tips and stories and advice and made a plan to meet up in Rome, because the Aussies are on their way to Italy and Nash and Daniel hadn’t really figured out where to go after France, but figure Italy is as good a place as any. Nash wants to drink espresso and Daniel wants to see the Roman forum, anyway.
The first thing Nash does, once they’re out of the train station, is have a cigarette. The second thing he does is congratulate himself for not telling the Aussies on the train that their desire for a smoke-free ride forced him into withdrawal. Daniel doesn’t say anything, although he is tempted to suggest Nash find a nice barber, because wow is his hair terrifying. Bedhead seems that much worse when you’ve been napping on your best friend’s leg for an hour or so.