Check Please (Common Law Fic)
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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: Check Please
Fandom: Common Law
Pairing: Travis Marks + Wes Mitchell
Rating: PG
Word Count: 623
Author’s Note: Written for the 100-in-100 year end challenge at 1_million_words. Thought I’d give Andrej, Zayne and James a break for a bit and run with another set of my favorite boys. And yes, I’m hungry, damn it all. Update: 639 words left to hit Sharpie’s challenge. Go me!
“What the hell is this,” Travis asked, picking at a piece of thinly sliced meat.
“That,” Wes sighed, “in particular is salami. In general, this is what’s called antipasto. It means –”
“Wait,” Travis said, poking at a mushroom before looking up and catching Wes’ eye. “Does it mean if we eat this and then pasta that they cancel each other out? No calories?”
“I –” Sometimes Travis’ thought processes made Wes’ head hurt. Apparently tonight was going to be one of those nights after all. And he’d had such high hopes for a quiet dinner.
“No, it means ‘before the meal’ and signals the official start of said meal.” He pointed at the platter. “Since this is a very nice Italian restaurant, I thought we’d do things right by starting with antipasto.”
“Makes sense,” Travis said, nibbling on a piece of cheese. “What’s all on this platter?”
Wes went through the sections, pointing out the marinated bocconcini, the roasted red peppers, the figs, artichoke hearts, and assorted other cheeses. Travis didn’t seem too impressed until he hit the quarter of the platter covered in prosciutto, salami, and olives.
Wrapping a piece of prosciutto around a slice of provolone, Wes frowned at his partner. “You should branch out and eat something other than meat, Travis.”
“Why,” he asked, shoving another slice of pepperoni into his mouth. “I like meat.”
That was obvious and not only by tonight’s display of gluttony either. Anytime the two shared a meal, and face it, that was often, Travis always went the route of the carnivore. Bacon cheeseburger, steak, chicken fingers, the list went on and on.
“Your heart will thank you,” Wes added.
“Here,” he said, grabbing a couple olives. “That wasn’t meat.”
Maybe not, but they were still chock full of salt. “Whatever makes you happy, Travis.”
Travis stopped wiggling the pinky finger topped with an olive and looked at Wes. His forehead creased with concern and a touch of anxiety. “Wes, man, don’t you know what makes me happy by now?”
“Yes,” he said, waving his hand over the top of the appetizer platter, “meat and cheese and crap that’s not good for you.”
Snorting, Travis removed the olive from his pinky and popped it into his mouth. “Funny,” he said, chewing. “But all this time I thought it was you that made me happy. Gotta admit, it doesn’t work as well when you’re this grumpy.”
The comeback he’d prepared caught in his throat. “What was that,” he croaked.
A tentative smile crossed Travis’ face. “I said you make me happy, blondie. But only when you’re not being a grouch.”
Wes swallowed the panic rising in his chest. “I’m only a grouch because you don’t appreciate what I try to do for you, Travis.”
Reaching across the table, Travis took Wes’ hand in his own. “I appreciate what you do for me,” he said, giving Wes’ hand a squeeze. “I don’t always know how to tell you though.”
That was probably the most honest thing Travis had ever said in his presence. “Maybe we should work on that then?”
“Yeah,” Travis agreed. “But can it wait until after dinner? Begin appreciative and shit makes my stomach hurt.”
A loud bark of laughter burst out of Wes, taking them both by surprise. “It can wait,” Wes agreed, flagging down the waiter. “Have you decided on what you want to eat?”
A cloud passed across Travis’ luminous blue eyes and he smiled. “Oh yeah. And my answer might surprise you, baby.”
Oh boy. “Stick to the menu, Marks,” he choked out. “For now.”
Wes’ entire world brightened when Travis smiled like that. It was full of charm and trouble and… promise.
“Okay baby, but only for now.”
Fandom: Common Law
Pairing: Travis Marks + Wes Mitchell
Rating: PG
Word Count: 623
Author’s Note: Written for the 100-in-100 year end challenge at 1_million_words. Thought I’d give Andrej, Zayne and James a break for a bit and run with another set of my favorite boys. And yes, I’m hungry, damn it all. Update: 639 words left to hit Sharpie’s challenge. Go me!
“What the hell is this,” Travis asked, picking at a piece of thinly sliced meat.
“That,” Wes sighed, “in particular is salami. In general, this is what’s called antipasto. It means –”
“Wait,” Travis said, poking at a mushroom before looking up and catching Wes’ eye. “Does it mean if we eat this and then pasta that they cancel each other out? No calories?”
“I –” Sometimes Travis’ thought processes made Wes’ head hurt. Apparently tonight was going to be one of those nights after all. And he’d had such high hopes for a quiet dinner.
“No, it means ‘before the meal’ and signals the official start of said meal.” He pointed at the platter. “Since this is a very nice Italian restaurant, I thought we’d do things right by starting with antipasto.”
“Makes sense,” Travis said, nibbling on a piece of cheese. “What’s all on this platter?”
Wes went through the sections, pointing out the marinated bocconcini, the roasted red peppers, the figs, artichoke hearts, and assorted other cheeses. Travis didn’t seem too impressed until he hit the quarter of the platter covered in prosciutto, salami, and olives.
Wrapping a piece of prosciutto around a slice of provolone, Wes frowned at his partner. “You should branch out and eat something other than meat, Travis.”
“Why,” he asked, shoving another slice of pepperoni into his mouth. “I like meat.”
That was obvious and not only by tonight’s display of gluttony either. Anytime the two shared a meal, and face it, that was often, Travis always went the route of the carnivore. Bacon cheeseburger, steak, chicken fingers, the list went on and on.
“Your heart will thank you,” Wes added.
“Here,” he said, grabbing a couple olives. “That wasn’t meat.”
Maybe not, but they were still chock full of salt. “Whatever makes you happy, Travis.”
Travis stopped wiggling the pinky finger topped with an olive and looked at Wes. His forehead creased with concern and a touch of anxiety. “Wes, man, don’t you know what makes me happy by now?”
“Yes,” he said, waving his hand over the top of the appetizer platter, “meat and cheese and crap that’s not good for you.”
Snorting, Travis removed the olive from his pinky and popped it into his mouth. “Funny,” he said, chewing. “But all this time I thought it was you that made me happy. Gotta admit, it doesn’t work as well when you’re this grumpy.”
The comeback he’d prepared caught in his throat. “What was that,” he croaked.
A tentative smile crossed Travis’ face. “I said you make me happy, blondie. But only when you’re not being a grouch.”
Wes swallowed the panic rising in his chest. “I’m only a grouch because you don’t appreciate what I try to do for you, Travis.”
Reaching across the table, Travis took Wes’ hand in his own. “I appreciate what you do for me,” he said, giving Wes’ hand a squeeze. “I don’t always know how to tell you though.”
That was probably the most honest thing Travis had ever said in his presence. “Maybe we should work on that then?”
“Yeah,” Travis agreed. “But can it wait until after dinner? Begin appreciative and shit makes my stomach hurt.”
A loud bark of laughter burst out of Wes, taking them both by surprise. “It can wait,” Wes agreed, flagging down the waiter. “Have you decided on what you want to eat?”
A cloud passed across Travis’ luminous blue eyes and he smiled. “Oh yeah. And my answer might surprise you, baby.”
Oh boy. “Stick to the menu, Marks,” he choked out. “For now.”
Wes’ entire world brightened when Travis smiled like that. It was full of charm and trouble and… promise.
“Okay baby, but only for now.”
