Wine Chats
So I wrote this today, it's been on my mind a lot. Not sure where to post it? I've been finding lots of communities on my first hour on LJ, so we'll see how that goes.
DC has always been a huge favorite of mine and I obssesively followed Countdown 52 when it came out, mainly because it featured Piper and Trickster in it. I thought it was interesting because there are defenitely only a few villains in DC that are fleshed out like this.
In here, I explored Piper in his earlier days, which I set in the 80's. I wanted that particular time line because I feel it fits in best with the Flash time line and also, because it was the great Gay revolution time, when there was plenty of casual partners going around.
I feel that Piper, in his later adult years, becomes more introverted and reserved, but as a young 20 year old who has joined a rather colorful mafia and has unmatched power and potential, he would have been much more confident and cocky (as we all are in our 20's).
I would appreicate some feedback, especially when it comes to pacing which is what I struggle with. Cheers.
Title: Wine Chats
Description: Linda and Piper reminiss over wine about Piper's dating history.
Characters: Linda, Piper, FuryAKAEarl
Rating: 14A
It had been after several bottles of wine and peach schnapps that Linda finally asked Piper,
“But it must have been love, wasn't it? I mean, it had to have been romantic, you two.”
Piper laughed and ran his hands through his hair. It felt good that it was getting long again.
“God, are you talking about Fury? Earl?”
Linda chuckled, and waved her hand at her friend,
“Well come on, I have never heard you talk about dating anyone else while you were a big ol' bad guy. This guy, was he special?”
Special?
“Linda, I was twenty and he had a motorcycle and a leather jacket and liked to smoke a lot of Pall Malls.” Piper chuckled, “What do you think it was?”
***
It's the bright and brilliant eighties. The Flash has never been faster and the Rogues have never been more cunning. Piper chuckles, full of glee as he strolls down the sidewalk with Mick and Mark in civilian gear. Mark wearing a perfectly tailored leather coat that cost him thousands of dollars. It probably only cost Gambi a few hundred to make, but Mark enjoys spending his money, and spending it well. Mick seemed pleased with his cheap beer, and the three of them make idle small talk as they walk down the street, acting like they own it. Which, somedays anyway, it definitely feels like they do.
Piper has opted to spend the day with his fellow Rogues, enjoying them gamely bickering back and forth and listening to the sounds of the bustling outside. This is what Len really needs, Piper remembers thinking, Just a day outside to walk around and muck about.
There's a roar of a motorcycle quite close to them, close enough that it was impossible to ignore. It's a big, heavy beast of a motorcycle and it parks alongside the road a few metres in front of them.
Piper has only been a Rogue for a year, but he still grins and raises an eyebrow. Brassy.
The young man on the motorcycle hauls off his helmet as they approach him, only giving them the briefest of looks and a quick nod. Mick and Mark don't have any sign of slowing down to talk to this man, but Piper slows down and greets him,
“Hullo, Earl isn't it?”
The young man, tall with broad shoulders, black hair that's slicked back in the popular greaser style eyes him warily, and lights up a cigarette,
“Hey... Piper”
Piper continues to smile cheerfully. The Trickster seems to be rubbing off on him.
“It's lovely weather isn't it? Where you headed somewhere important today?”
Earl seems to pause for a moment to take a drag of his smoke. His eyes don't betray any emotion but continue to watch Piper coolly.
“Nah, just driving around”
“Well then,” Piper gives him a cheeky grin, full of twenty year old confidence, “don't let us keep you. I think we're headed down to a movie later. Hmm” He looks over to a bemused Mark and Mick, “It was that Rambo movie wasn't it?”
Mark stares him down. Piper has the same smile he has when plotting bank robberies or explosions with Trickster, but unless he's developed a new riddle language with this not quite yet Rogue, then Mark has no real idea of what's going on.
“Yeah kid, that's the one. Shake a leg, will ya?” with that Mark and Mick turn to walk away.
Piper grins at Earl,
“Well, maybe we'll see you later then.” It's not a question, and Piper walks off with his friends, grinning to himself.
They get to the movie and Mick somehow manages to steal a bunch of popcorn. Piper had offered to pay but was greeted with a punch to the shoulder and was asked what being a Rogue meant to him.
As they sit themselves down for the action movie, Piper becomes keenly aware of Earl, AKA Fury, sitting a few rows behind him. He can tell from his breathing and heart rate that Earl isn't watching the movie at all, and he simply grins more.
The movie ends and Mark and Mick are surprised to see Earl lounging by the popcorn machine, smoking and still wearing his heavy motorcycle jacket. Piper simply grins and waves them off, saying he'll catch up with them later. Funny enough, it's Mick who catches on and snorts, dragging Mark away.
Piper strolls up him, all confidence and swagger, hands in his pockets and easy smile. Earl is turned away, only watching him from the corner of his eye and exhaling a plume of grey smoke. Piper licks his lips and grins. Earl cocks his head to the exit,
“Want to go for a ride?”
It's a beautiful warm night, with clear skies and bright stars. Fury has driven up a hill to a perfect viewing point of the city, where it's dark and secluded and there's a perfect patch of grass in the clearing of the trees.
It would be the perfect place to talk and look at the city, maybe talk about knocking over a bank or something, but Fury all of a sudden has his hands full, and Piper has knocked him down on the grass where they were sitting and they're kissing now, hot hungry kisses that has sent Earl's brain into overdrive.
Piper is on top of him, pressed against him, suddenly this hot musician Rogue is everywhere and everything to him.
Hungrily, Piper has pushed back the collar of the jacket, unzipped and kisses Fury along his collarbone, pressing his thigh between Earl's leg, groaning when he feels Earl push back, can feel Earl, hard and heavy underneath him.
Earl runs his hand through Piper's hair, hungrily pressing his teeth against Piper's skin and kissing him hard there. Piper is all stubble, sweat and aftershave and it's driving him mad.
“Jesus Christ kid,” Piper laughs and pushes down again, tugs on Fury's bottom lip with his teeth, watching him with hooded eyes,
“It's Piper, and I'm only year younger than you. Twenty one is hardly senior-hood.” He presses his thigh against Fury a little more and is rewarded with a heavy groan and a laugh,
“You looked into me?”
Piper grins, his eyes are bright with future and promise, Earl can only cup this younger man's face and try to remember how to breath,
“Let's just say I was interested in you Fury`
Earl groans out a laugh, his ego boosting with a combination of Piper`s words and the fact that Piper is doing something with his fly, his zipper and oh.
`Guess I really didn’t make it any easier for you or nothing huh?”
Piper chuckles, his face pressed into Fury's neck, his breath heavy on Fury's collarbone.
“You kidding me?' Piper looks at Fury and reaches under Earl's underwear, past the coarse tangle of pubic hair. “You showing off with your big ol bike, smoking on corners like you just didn't care?” Piper wraps those fucking hot musician fingers, long and tapered and they're fucking wrapping around his - “Fury,” Piper is smiling, it's a sharp Rogue smile, full of certainty and whatever the feeling was when you got exactly what you fucking wanted “You were the damn easiest thing I've ever stolen”
Fury wound up rolling over Piper at some point, they wound up shedding most of their clothing at some point, and at some point during the wee hours of the morning, Fury roared into Piper's neighbourhood on his motorcycle to drop him off at his apartment.
Piper flipped open Fury's helmet and grinned down at him,
“So see you soon?”
Fury at some point had something brutish to say, something that would show how full of confidence he was, how much the night had simply gone in his favour and that Piper was just another name on the list of men he had slept with.
He did have something to say like that, but all that came out what a quick nod,
“Yeah, yeah see you soon.”
And with that Fury, drove off on his motorcycle.
Linda surveyed him over her glass of wine, her wonderful gay friend. The reporter in her found the way men conducted relationships, especially casual sex relationships so fascinating. So different from women, and Wally never seemed to really like going into details about his past lovers.
Piper poured himself another glass and swirled it,
“It was years and years ago Linda, God, over ten years ago. We were both young and he was the classic bad boy. You know, smoking, driving around on the bike of his, always had that look in his eye like he was planning something.” Piper shrugged. “At some point, the bad boy thing wasn't working out for me. You realize that the bad boy is really....”
“Not all that” Linda supplied for him helpfully, and cheered him as she downed her glass.
Piper thought for a moment. Thought of old, worn down apartments and of a lover that always smelt like oil, sweat and aftershave. A lover who listened to hard rock, drank hard liquor and was a hard man to love, and eventually became more hardened in jail to the point where Piper could barely recognize him anymore.
Though to be fair, Piper was fairly certain he had also changed from the angry young man, full of confidence and the need to change things into something only he could find acceptable.
Piper sipped his wine, and decided it was time to start making his way home.
“Yeah, not all that. Thanks love, but I really must get headed home. The rats, you know...”
They said their goodbyes and Linda kissed his cheek, and Piper wished her well. The stiff night breeze sobered him a little and he began walking home, the skies above him clear and beautiful.
Somewhere in the night, a motorcycle roared.
DC has always been a huge favorite of mine and I obssesively followed Countdown 52 when it came out, mainly because it featured Piper and Trickster in it. I thought it was interesting because there are defenitely only a few villains in DC that are fleshed out like this.
In here, I explored Piper in his earlier days, which I set in the 80's. I wanted that particular time line because I feel it fits in best with the Flash time line and also, because it was the great Gay revolution time, when there was plenty of casual partners going around.
I feel that Piper, in his later adult years, becomes more introverted and reserved, but as a young 20 year old who has joined a rather colorful mafia and has unmatched power and potential, he would have been much more confident and cocky (as we all are in our 20's).
I would appreicate some feedback, especially when it comes to pacing which is what I struggle with. Cheers.
Title: Wine Chats
Description: Linda and Piper reminiss over wine about Piper's dating history.
Characters: Linda, Piper, FuryAKAEarl
Rating: 14A
It had been after several bottles of wine and peach schnapps that Linda finally asked Piper,
“But it must have been love, wasn't it? I mean, it had to have been romantic, you two.”
Piper laughed and ran his hands through his hair. It felt good that it was getting long again.
“God, are you talking about Fury? Earl?”
Linda chuckled, and waved her hand at her friend,
“Well come on, I have never heard you talk about dating anyone else while you were a big ol' bad guy. This guy, was he special?”
Special?
“Linda, I was twenty and he had a motorcycle and a leather jacket and liked to smoke a lot of Pall Malls.” Piper chuckled, “What do you think it was?”
***
It's the bright and brilliant eighties. The Flash has never been faster and the Rogues have never been more cunning. Piper chuckles, full of glee as he strolls down the sidewalk with Mick and Mark in civilian gear. Mark wearing a perfectly tailored leather coat that cost him thousands of dollars. It probably only cost Gambi a few hundred to make, but Mark enjoys spending his money, and spending it well. Mick seemed pleased with his cheap beer, and the three of them make idle small talk as they walk down the street, acting like they own it. Which, somedays anyway, it definitely feels like they do.
Piper has opted to spend the day with his fellow Rogues, enjoying them gamely bickering back and forth and listening to the sounds of the bustling outside. This is what Len really needs, Piper remembers thinking, Just a day outside to walk around and muck about.
There's a roar of a motorcycle quite close to them, close enough that it was impossible to ignore. It's a big, heavy beast of a motorcycle and it parks alongside the road a few metres in front of them.
Piper has only been a Rogue for a year, but he still grins and raises an eyebrow. Brassy.
The young man on the motorcycle hauls off his helmet as they approach him, only giving them the briefest of looks and a quick nod. Mick and Mark don't have any sign of slowing down to talk to this man, but Piper slows down and greets him,
“Hullo, Earl isn't it?”
The young man, tall with broad shoulders, black hair that's slicked back in the popular greaser style eyes him warily, and lights up a cigarette,
“Hey... Piper”
Piper continues to smile cheerfully. The Trickster seems to be rubbing off on him.
“It's lovely weather isn't it? Where you headed somewhere important today?”
Earl seems to pause for a moment to take a drag of his smoke. His eyes don't betray any emotion but continue to watch Piper coolly.
“Nah, just driving around”
“Well then,” Piper gives him a cheeky grin, full of twenty year old confidence, “don't let us keep you. I think we're headed down to a movie later. Hmm” He looks over to a bemused Mark and Mick, “It was that Rambo movie wasn't it?”
Mark stares him down. Piper has the same smile he has when plotting bank robberies or explosions with Trickster, but unless he's developed a new riddle language with this not quite yet Rogue, then Mark has no real idea of what's going on.
“Yeah kid, that's the one. Shake a leg, will ya?” with that Mark and Mick turn to walk away.
Piper grins at Earl,
“Well, maybe we'll see you later then.” It's not a question, and Piper walks off with his friends, grinning to himself.
They get to the movie and Mick somehow manages to steal a bunch of popcorn. Piper had offered to pay but was greeted with a punch to the shoulder and was asked what being a Rogue meant to him.
As they sit themselves down for the action movie, Piper becomes keenly aware of Earl, AKA Fury, sitting a few rows behind him. He can tell from his breathing and heart rate that Earl isn't watching the movie at all, and he simply grins more.
The movie ends and Mark and Mick are surprised to see Earl lounging by the popcorn machine, smoking and still wearing his heavy motorcycle jacket. Piper simply grins and waves them off, saying he'll catch up with them later. Funny enough, it's Mick who catches on and snorts, dragging Mark away.
Piper strolls up him, all confidence and swagger, hands in his pockets and easy smile. Earl is turned away, only watching him from the corner of his eye and exhaling a plume of grey smoke. Piper licks his lips and grins. Earl cocks his head to the exit,
“Want to go for a ride?”
It's a beautiful warm night, with clear skies and bright stars. Fury has driven up a hill to a perfect viewing point of the city, where it's dark and secluded and there's a perfect patch of grass in the clearing of the trees.
It would be the perfect place to talk and look at the city, maybe talk about knocking over a bank or something, but Fury all of a sudden has his hands full, and Piper has knocked him down on the grass where they were sitting and they're kissing now, hot hungry kisses that has sent Earl's brain into overdrive.
Piper is on top of him, pressed against him, suddenly this hot musician Rogue is everywhere and everything to him.
Hungrily, Piper has pushed back the collar of the jacket, unzipped and kisses Fury along his collarbone, pressing his thigh between Earl's leg, groaning when he feels Earl push back, can feel Earl, hard and heavy underneath him.
Earl runs his hand through Piper's hair, hungrily pressing his teeth against Piper's skin and kissing him hard there. Piper is all stubble, sweat and aftershave and it's driving him mad.
“Jesus Christ kid,” Piper laughs and pushes down again, tugs on Fury's bottom lip with his teeth, watching him with hooded eyes,
“It's Piper, and I'm only year younger than you. Twenty one is hardly senior-hood.” He presses his thigh against Fury a little more and is rewarded with a heavy groan and a laugh,
“You looked into me?”
Piper grins, his eyes are bright with future and promise, Earl can only cup this younger man's face and try to remember how to breath,
“Let's just say I was interested in you Fury`
Earl groans out a laugh, his ego boosting with a combination of Piper`s words and the fact that Piper is doing something with his fly, his zipper and oh.
`Guess I really didn’t make it any easier for you or nothing huh?”
Piper chuckles, his face pressed into Fury's neck, his breath heavy on Fury's collarbone.
“You kidding me?' Piper looks at Fury and reaches under Earl's underwear, past the coarse tangle of pubic hair. “You showing off with your big ol bike, smoking on corners like you just didn't care?” Piper wraps those fucking hot musician fingers, long and tapered and they're fucking wrapping around his - “Fury,” Piper is smiling, it's a sharp Rogue smile, full of certainty and whatever the feeling was when you got exactly what you fucking wanted “You were the damn easiest thing I've ever stolen”
Fury wound up rolling over Piper at some point, they wound up shedding most of their clothing at some point, and at some point during the wee hours of the morning, Fury roared into Piper's neighbourhood on his motorcycle to drop him off at his apartment.
Piper flipped open Fury's helmet and grinned down at him,
“So see you soon?”
Fury at some point had something brutish to say, something that would show how full of confidence he was, how much the night had simply gone in his favour and that Piper was just another name on the list of men he had slept with.
He did have something to say like that, but all that came out what a quick nod,
“Yeah, yeah see you soon.”
And with that Fury, drove off on his motorcycle.
Linda surveyed him over her glass of wine, her wonderful gay friend. The reporter in her found the way men conducted relationships, especially casual sex relationships so fascinating. So different from women, and Wally never seemed to really like going into details about his past lovers.
Piper poured himself another glass and swirled it,
“It was years and years ago Linda, God, over ten years ago. We were both young and he was the classic bad boy. You know, smoking, driving around on the bike of his, always had that look in his eye like he was planning something.” Piper shrugged. “At some point, the bad boy thing wasn't working out for me. You realize that the bad boy is really....”
“Not all that” Linda supplied for him helpfully, and cheered him as she downed her glass.
Piper thought for a moment. Thought of old, worn down apartments and of a lover that always smelt like oil, sweat and aftershave. A lover who listened to hard rock, drank hard liquor and was a hard man to love, and eventually became more hardened in jail to the point where Piper could barely recognize him anymore.
Though to be fair, Piper was fairly certain he had also changed from the angry young man, full of confidence and the need to change things into something only he could find acceptable.
Piper sipped his wine, and decided it was time to start making his way home.
“Yeah, not all that. Thanks love, but I really must get headed home. The rats, you know...”
They said their goodbyes and Linda kissed his cheek, and Piper wished her well. The stiff night breeze sobered him a little and he began walking home, the skies above him clear and beautiful.
Somewhere in the night, a motorcycle roared.