Advent Day 3 (White Pine Original Fic)
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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: Advent Day 3
Fandom: White Pine Original Fic
Pairing: Travis Murphy/Ethan McDowell
Word Count: 918
Summary: A Christmas/New Year’s fic to help bump up the word count for 1_million_words. Wherein Travis and Ethan muddle their way through December and try to stay on Santa’s Nice List.
Author’s Note: Ethan is a sneaky, sneaky boy. I like it a lot.
Day 3
It had started snowing during dinner and he was momentarily thankful that it was his night off. Despite having lived his entire life in this neck of the woods, he’d never become fond of driving in the snow, especially in the dark. Ethan could hear the clanking of dishes as Travis cleaned up after their nightly meal and it made him smile. Murphy was more domesticated than he let on, which had both surprised and pleased him.
That he was singing some obscure Christmas song while he washed only made him more adorable.
When Travis poked his head into the living room, still drying his hands on a sopping towel, he knew his moratorium on his past had expired. His lover had that expectant look on his face, one that said he expected to hear it all and have some kind of major revelation before the end of the evening. Ethan only wished he could give him what he wanted, because maybe then he could let it rest himself.
“I’m not ready,” he said to Travis’ unspoken question.
Murphy disappeared for a moment, most likely to dispense with the useless dish towel. When he reappeared, he gave a half shrug. “Okay. What’s holding you back?”
That was the question. On one hand, he really didn’t want to drag any of it up, rehash things that had haunted him his entire life. On the other, he knew getting it out into the open – if only between the two of them – would help him heal and become a better partner in the long run. Finally, he settled on the honest approach. “I don’t know where to start.”
“That’s easy,” Travis said, as if it were indeed so. “Start with something happy.”
He supposed he could do that. But that still left him with the same question.
Sensing his indecision, Travis offered up a suggestion. “Tell me about your sister.”
“Okay,” he said, drawing the word out. “Which one?”
“You have more than one sister?” Travis shook his head. Taking a seat on the couch instead of his usual recliner, he patted the spot next to him. “Why don’t you start there? How many kids in your little brood?”
“There are six of us,” he said, unable to believe he hadn’t told his freaking husband-to-be this much about himself.
“And where do you fall in that gaggle of children?”
“I would be the youngest.” Ethan stared at Travis’ hand on the cushion for a moment before sitting beside it.
“Ah-hah, I knew it,” Travis gloated.
“How on earth,” Ethan started to question and then stopped. Who knew what Travis’ keen instincts and powers of observation had told him? “Never mind. There’s Thomas, he’s the eldest, followed by Amelia, Jonathan, Arthur Junior –”
“Seriously,” Travis interrupted. “Your father named his third son Junior?”
Ethan gave him a look. “Yes, he did. Can I continue?” Travis made a go ahead motion with one hand. “That leaves Melody and I.”
“Interesting,” he said, rubbing his chin. “This is probably a stupid question, but are you close to any of them?”
“At one time, MJ and I were very close. She’s only fourteen months older than I am and we spent a lot of time together as kids.” He gave a self-effacing laugh. “That I preferred her company to that of my brothers really should have alerted someone.”
Travis grinned. “I spent more than a little time being dressed up and made up by my female cousins and yet no one even thought it unusual.”
“Your family is much more understanding than mine,” Ethan reminded him.
“So, what caused you and your sister to drift apart?”
A full-throated guffaw filled the room. “You mean besides her catching me sucking face with her crush?”
“Hah,” Travis chuckled. “That would do it. Did she tell your parents?”
“No,” he said, wiping the tears from his eyes. “She actually didn’t. Told me that if I tried to steal another of her crushes she would. Otherwise, she left me to myself. We made a pact to inform the other of who we were chasing after before we started chasing.”
“Sounds like a good plan,” he agreed. “Why did you stop talking to her then?”
Ethan sighed. This was the thing he didn’t want to discuss. “Can we save that for tomorrow night? It’s cold, it’s snowing, and neither of us have anywhere to go until tomorrow night.”
Travis adjusted his position on the couch and held out his arms. Maneuvering around Murphy’s long legs, Ethan settled himself into the crook of his body and relaxed finally. “Better?”
“Yes,” he muttered into Travis’ chest. “Thank you.”
“Baby,” he said, kissing the top of Ethan’s messy rust-colored hair, “that’s why I’m here. Love. Support. Screaming orgasms.”
“I’ll take one of each,” he snickered, “but not necessarily in that exact order.” Because screaming orgasms always come first, right?
“I do believe, officer, that that can be arranged,” Travis replied, capturing his mouth with his own.
Ethan curled his fingers into that silky mass of rumpled, dark curls and pulled him closer, until their bodies pressed against one another. “See that it is,” he breathed.
“Yes, sir.”
When sex was imminent, everything else could wait until later. But how he was going to stall Travis another day was beyond him. Irishmen were notorious for getting their way, and Travis wasn’t any exception. Closing his eyes, he pushed it all to the back of his mind and let Murphy take control.
Heaven.
Fandom: White Pine Original Fic
Pairing: Travis Murphy/Ethan McDowell
Word Count: 918
Summary: A Christmas/New Year’s fic to help bump up the word count for 1_million_words. Wherein Travis and Ethan muddle their way through December and try to stay on Santa’s Nice List.
Author’s Note: Ethan is a sneaky, sneaky boy. I like it a lot.
Day 3
It had started snowing during dinner and he was momentarily thankful that it was his night off. Despite having lived his entire life in this neck of the woods, he’d never become fond of driving in the snow, especially in the dark. Ethan could hear the clanking of dishes as Travis cleaned up after their nightly meal and it made him smile. Murphy was more domesticated than he let on, which had both surprised and pleased him.
That he was singing some obscure Christmas song while he washed only made him more adorable.
When Travis poked his head into the living room, still drying his hands on a sopping towel, he knew his moratorium on his past had expired. His lover had that expectant look on his face, one that said he expected to hear it all and have some kind of major revelation before the end of the evening. Ethan only wished he could give him what he wanted, because maybe then he could let it rest himself.
“I’m not ready,” he said to Travis’ unspoken question.
Murphy disappeared for a moment, most likely to dispense with the useless dish towel. When he reappeared, he gave a half shrug. “Okay. What’s holding you back?”
That was the question. On one hand, he really didn’t want to drag any of it up, rehash things that had haunted him his entire life. On the other, he knew getting it out into the open – if only between the two of them – would help him heal and become a better partner in the long run. Finally, he settled on the honest approach. “I don’t know where to start.”
“That’s easy,” Travis said, as if it were indeed so. “Start with something happy.”
He supposed he could do that. But that still left him with the same question.
Sensing his indecision, Travis offered up a suggestion. “Tell me about your sister.”
“Okay,” he said, drawing the word out. “Which one?”
“You have more than one sister?” Travis shook his head. Taking a seat on the couch instead of his usual recliner, he patted the spot next to him. “Why don’t you start there? How many kids in your little brood?”
“There are six of us,” he said, unable to believe he hadn’t told his freaking husband-to-be this much about himself.
“And where do you fall in that gaggle of children?”
“I would be the youngest.” Ethan stared at Travis’ hand on the cushion for a moment before sitting beside it.
“Ah-hah, I knew it,” Travis gloated.
“How on earth,” Ethan started to question and then stopped. Who knew what Travis’ keen instincts and powers of observation had told him? “Never mind. There’s Thomas, he’s the eldest, followed by Amelia, Jonathan, Arthur Junior –”
“Seriously,” Travis interrupted. “Your father named his third son Junior?”
Ethan gave him a look. “Yes, he did. Can I continue?” Travis made a go ahead motion with one hand. “That leaves Melody and I.”
“Interesting,” he said, rubbing his chin. “This is probably a stupid question, but are you close to any of them?”
“At one time, MJ and I were very close. She’s only fourteen months older than I am and we spent a lot of time together as kids.” He gave a self-effacing laugh. “That I preferred her company to that of my brothers really should have alerted someone.”
Travis grinned. “I spent more than a little time being dressed up and made up by my female cousins and yet no one even thought it unusual.”
“Your family is much more understanding than mine,” Ethan reminded him.
“So, what caused you and your sister to drift apart?”
A full-throated guffaw filled the room. “You mean besides her catching me sucking face with her crush?”
“Hah,” Travis chuckled. “That would do it. Did she tell your parents?”
“No,” he said, wiping the tears from his eyes. “She actually didn’t. Told me that if I tried to steal another of her crushes she would. Otherwise, she left me to myself. We made a pact to inform the other of who we were chasing after before we started chasing.”
“Sounds like a good plan,” he agreed. “Why did you stop talking to her then?”
Ethan sighed. This was the thing he didn’t want to discuss. “Can we save that for tomorrow night? It’s cold, it’s snowing, and neither of us have anywhere to go until tomorrow night.”
Travis adjusted his position on the couch and held out his arms. Maneuvering around Murphy’s long legs, Ethan settled himself into the crook of his body and relaxed finally. “Better?”
“Yes,” he muttered into Travis’ chest. “Thank you.”
“Baby,” he said, kissing the top of Ethan’s messy rust-colored hair, “that’s why I’m here. Love. Support. Screaming orgasms.”
“I’ll take one of each,” he snickered, “but not necessarily in that exact order.” Because screaming orgasms always come first, right?
“I do believe, officer, that that can be arranged,” Travis replied, capturing his mouth with his own.
Ethan curled his fingers into that silky mass of rumpled, dark curls and pulled him closer, until their bodies pressed against one another. “See that it is,” he breathed.
“Yes, sir.”
When sex was imminent, everything else could wait until later. But how he was going to stall Travis another day was beyond him. Irishmen were notorious for getting their way, and Travis wasn’t any exception. Closing his eyes, he pushed it all to the back of his mind and let Murphy take control.
Heaven.
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Date: 2014-12-04 04:54 pm (UTC)Aw, the ending. Sweet and yummy at the same time. There is something about him just letting Travis take control and love it like Heaven ... sigh.)
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Date: 2014-12-04 06:14 pm (UTC)Thank you! Since I'm writing this in such short bits, I don't want it to delve into the smutty, but a little steaminess here and there works too, right? :D