Eee, I like it! You mean "12 years ago," though, not "12 years old." I started panicking that I'd missed a story where they'd been friends as kids or something, which I've read but as Winters/Nixon, not these guys. ;)
I'll mull over the comment fic prompt, see if it starts anything. Possibly let mardia take the first stab at it since this is her 'verse.
He smiled to himself, trying to remember being that young. It was harder than he expected.
They'd been in Santa Monica that day, strolling the boardwalk and watching all the suntanned beach kids walk past. Matt bought an ice cream, and Charlie kept sneaking glances at him, distracted when Matt caught a drip of melted cream on his arm. Matt grinned at him and stuck his tongue out, licked slowly over his own wrist and pursed his lips to suck lightly on the bend of his thumb.
Charlie tripped over a lamppost and Matt burst out laughing, threw the rest of the cone away and stepped closer, until they were inches apart, an island of tension in the middle of the crowd. Charlie closed his eyes and leaned in, but he barely tasted the ice cream on Matt's lips--blueberry cheesecake, and Charlie's mouth watered remembering it--before Matt backed away, grabbed Charlie by the wrist and dragged him into an instant photo shop.
They are GORGEOUS when they're young and happy. God, I wish I could really do something with this, but I've got so many other projects half-finished right now that I don't even know where to start. *g*
I might have, kind of, maybe, sorta started on a story where they are young together... although not necessarily very happy... Idk, it's as if they thrive on angst or something?!!!
They seemed so happy back then, carefree even, full of joy and future, surely a bright one. It wasn't gonna be easy though, they were both cops, merely staring out with LAPD, young, innocent, and naive enough to believe that everything would work out just fine.
It was like being struck by a lighting, out of blue, boom, nothing was the same anymore.
Time passed by quietly, so did life.
He's at this moment now, Charlie thought, his fingers touched that little piece of their past, the happiness, sadness, fear or hope had all gone already. He smiled and picked up the socks while Matt was calling his name in the bathroom.
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I'll mull over the comment fic prompt, see if it starts anything. Possibly let mardia take the first stab at it since this is her 'verse.
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They'd been in Santa Monica that day, strolling the boardwalk and watching all the suntanned beach kids walk past. Matt bought an ice cream, and Charlie kept sneaking glances at him, distracted when Matt caught a drip of melted cream on his arm. Matt grinned at him and stuck his tongue out, licked slowly over his own wrist and pursed his lips to suck lightly on the bend of his thumb.
Charlie tripped over a lamppost and Matt burst out laughing, threw the rest of the cone away and stepped closer, until they were inches apart, an island of tension in the middle of the crowd. Charlie closed his eyes and leaned in, but he barely tasted the ice cream on Matt's lips--blueberry cheesecake, and Charlie's mouth watered remembering it--before Matt backed away, grabbed Charlie by the wrist and dragged him into an instant photo shop.
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EEEEEEEE!! Oh yesyesyes! I can just see them, all young and happy and on the beach!
You made my day!
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It was like being struck by a lighting, out of blue, boom, nothing was the same anymore.
Time passed by quietly, so did life.
He's at this moment now, Charlie thought, his fingers touched that little piece of their past, the happiness, sadness, fear or hope had all gone already. He smiled and picked up the socks while Matt was calling his name in the bathroom.
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picked up the socks while Matt was calling his name in the bathroom.
Domestic!Boys! *smishes*
I read this after my lesson obs and it lifted my mood instantly! You and Om made my day today! :D
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