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Advent Day 6 (White Pine Original Fic)
Title: Advent Day 6
Fandom: White Pine Original Fic
Pairing: Travis Murphy/Ethan McDowell
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,184
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: I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore. Hahahaha… enjoy this bit of ridiculousness! Written for the weekend challenge at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
1_million_words. Prompt was the following movie quote: "Justice is more than revenge." Batman in Batman Begins.
Day 6
“So,” Travis began, pulling his shirt over his head, causing wild curls to spring out all over the place. “Did you ever think about taking revenge on your asshole father? Or your jerkwad brothers for helping him?”
Ethan looked at him curiously. “Funny, I never pegged you for the vengeful type.” He straightened the hem of Travis’ shirt, and patted his oh-so-flat abs.
Murphy grinned. “Where do you think I get my best scenes from?” Kissing the top of Ethan’s head, he continued. “Trouble is, I’m much too soft-hearted to ever actually act out my anger, so it winds up in my books. If some of the people in this town even knew…”
Ethan laughed because that much he could believe. “And that would be a good thing,” he told him honestly. “But to answer your question, no, I never wanted revenge.”
“Never? Not at all?” Travis shook his head, disbelief clear in his actions.
“You know, I became a cop so that I could dispense justice, not get revenge on those who did wrong.” He rubbed his fingers against his jaw, grimacing at the roughness of his stubble. Making a mental note to shave before going to work, he turned his eyes on Travis. “There is more to justice than revenge, you know.”
“Really? Who’da ever thunk it?” Travis grinned, letting Ethan know he wasn’t completely crazy, only partially. He parked his rear on the bathroom counter. Waiting.
“Sometimes justice comes in knowing you did the right thing. Or putting the bad guy away.” He gave a one shoulder shrug and picked up his toothbrush. “And sometimes justice comes in the form of kissing your boyfriend knowing your jackass father would blow his top if he had any idea.”
“If he could only see,” Travis laughed.
“Don’t tempt me,” Ethan said around his toothbrush. “I might just send him a picture.”
“I like it,” Travis said. “Make it an eight by ten, at least.”
“You’re evil,” Ethan grinned, spitting frothy foam into the sink. “But I like it.”
“So happy to hear it,” he teased, leaving the bathroom.
“Hey, where are you going?”
“To get the camera, of course. Duh.”
Travis’ voice disappeared down the hall and Ethan shook his head. He was reluctant to admit to himself that he was more than a little tempted to do just what he’d said – snog Travis and send his family the proof. They both knew that he’d never do anything of the sort, but it was fun to think about it. By the time Murphy returned to the bathroom, he’d come up with a better idea.
“Got it,” he announced, holding the digital camera out so he could see it. “Ready for a little gratuitous smooching?”
“Always,” he replied, “but I had another idea. One less… confrontational.”
“Aw, ya chicken,” Travis joked. “What do you have in mind?”
“Pictures still, but for your mother.” She’d been hounding them for something to put on her wall since they’d gotten engaged last Christmas. That they’d managed to put the wedding off for so long had only made her insistence more profound.
“Hey, now that’s a good idea,” Travis said, giving him a look of approval. “And Myra’s grandson is a professional photographer. I bet he’d help us out.”
Ethan cringed. His first meeting with Travis’ elderly neighbor on the day he’d first met Travis. “She thought I was a serial killer pretending to be a cop, you know.”
Travis gave him a sideways glance. “She’s an eccentric old lady, McDowell. Cut her some slack. Besides, she likes me.”
“Somebody has to,” Ethan muttered, hiding a grin. “You talk to her and we’ll get your mom taken care of for Christmas. Not to mention getting her off our backs.”
“You be nice when you talk about my mother,” Travis mock threatened.
“I love your mother,” Ethan soothed, “but you know it’s true. She’s been relentless about this.”
“Well, in her defense, we have managed to put the wedding off for a year now. Can you blame her?”
He couldn’t. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t joke about it either. “Not really.”
“Good.” Travis looked at the camera in his hand and frowned. “So, no pictures tonight then?”
“Well,” he drawled, “maybe one?”
“Yeah baby,” he chuckled, a deep and dirty sound. “Ready?”
Ethan wiped his face, checking in the mirror to make sure there weren’t any remaining traces of toothpaste. “Yep, get on over here.”
Travis squeezed in beside him, looping an arm around his waist and pulling him close. With his free arm, he angled the camera towards them. “Smile, sucker.”
Doing as he was told, Ethan smiled and looked into the camera. Click. Travis leaned in and took another. Click. Turning his face to Travis, he reached for a kiss. Even though he knew Travis didn’t have him in it to resist, he kissed him anyway. When the inevitable click came, he kissed him harder.
Breaking away to catch his breath, he shook a finger at his boyfriend. “Was that really necessary?”
“Not at all,” he agreed, “but thought it might be handy to have one already on hand for later.”
“Later?” He cocked his head to the side, studying the man with the camera.
“Yeah, you know, like when you change your mind and decide that having Christmas spirit includes tormenting your family?”
“Yeah, I was right, you really are evil, Travis Murphy.” Ethan gave him another kiss, softer and less passionate, although still fraught with meaning and emotion.
“I reiterate: you love every minute of it.” Travis set the camera down on the sink and wrapped Ethan in a hug. “Even if you don’t want to send any of those to your family, maybe we can hang one around here, too. Just because.”
“I think I could live with that,” he agreed. “Just as long as you promise not to hang that last one.”
“Why not? It’s not like we ever have any visitors here.”
“True, but… just in case we ever do. It’s tacky.” He pinched Travis’ cheek for emphasis.
“Fine,” he said, drawing the word out into four syllables. “So, I guess I’d better not print any of those nudie shots I took either.”
“What?” Ethan shoved Travis back, half certain he was lying and half terrified that he wasn’t. “What the hell do you mean by ‘nudies’?”
The Mischievous Murphy grin appeared on Travis’ face. “Oh nothing,” he sang. “But in the future? You might want to start locking the door when you shower. Just sayin’.”
With a wink, Travis disappeared from the bathroom.
“You little shit,” Ethan laughed, giving chase. “You get back here right now! I want those pictures, you hear me?”
In response, he got maniacal laughter, the kind that made you wonder what other sort of pictures his lover was keeping secret. It was days like these that made Ethan both love and hate Travis Murphy - loving his childish, playful side and hating it at the same time. But when Travis finally let himself get caught, that was when the real fun would start.
Fandom: White Pine Original Fic
Pairing: Travis Murphy/Ethan McDowell
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,184
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: I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore. Hahahaha… enjoy this bit of ridiculousness! Written for the weekend challenge at
1_million_words. Prompt was the following movie quote: "Justice is more than revenge." Batman in Batman Begins.Day 6
“So,” Travis began, pulling his shirt over his head, causing wild curls to spring out all over the place. “Did you ever think about taking revenge on your asshole father? Or your jerkwad brothers for helping him?”
Ethan looked at him curiously. “Funny, I never pegged you for the vengeful type.” He straightened the hem of Travis’ shirt, and patted his oh-so-flat abs.
Murphy grinned. “Where do you think I get my best scenes from?” Kissing the top of Ethan’s head, he continued. “Trouble is, I’m much too soft-hearted to ever actually act out my anger, so it winds up in my books. If some of the people in this town even knew…”
Ethan laughed because that much he could believe. “And that would be a good thing,” he told him honestly. “But to answer your question, no, I never wanted revenge.”
“Never? Not at all?” Travis shook his head, disbelief clear in his actions.
“You know, I became a cop so that I could dispense justice, not get revenge on those who did wrong.” He rubbed his fingers against his jaw, grimacing at the roughness of his stubble. Making a mental note to shave before going to work, he turned his eyes on Travis. “There is more to justice than revenge, you know.”
“Really? Who’da ever thunk it?” Travis grinned, letting Ethan know he wasn’t completely crazy, only partially. He parked his rear on the bathroom counter. Waiting.
“Sometimes justice comes in knowing you did the right thing. Or putting the bad guy away.” He gave a one shoulder shrug and picked up his toothbrush. “And sometimes justice comes in the form of kissing your boyfriend knowing your jackass father would blow his top if he had any idea.”
“If he could only see,” Travis laughed.
“Don’t tempt me,” Ethan said around his toothbrush. “I might just send him a picture.”
“I like it,” Travis said. “Make it an eight by ten, at least.”
“You’re evil,” Ethan grinned, spitting frothy foam into the sink. “But I like it.”
“So happy to hear it,” he teased, leaving the bathroom.
“Hey, where are you going?”
“To get the camera, of course. Duh.”
Travis’ voice disappeared down the hall and Ethan shook his head. He was reluctant to admit to himself that he was more than a little tempted to do just what he’d said – snog Travis and send his family the proof. They both knew that he’d never do anything of the sort, but it was fun to think about it. By the time Murphy returned to the bathroom, he’d come up with a better idea.
“Got it,” he announced, holding the digital camera out so he could see it. “Ready for a little gratuitous smooching?”
“Always,” he replied, “but I had another idea. One less… confrontational.”
“Aw, ya chicken,” Travis joked. “What do you have in mind?”
“Pictures still, but for your mother.” She’d been hounding them for something to put on her wall since they’d gotten engaged last Christmas. That they’d managed to put the wedding off for so long had only made her insistence more profound.
“Hey, now that’s a good idea,” Travis said, giving him a look of approval. “And Myra’s grandson is a professional photographer. I bet he’d help us out.”
Ethan cringed. His first meeting with Travis’ elderly neighbor on the day he’d first met Travis. “She thought I was a serial killer pretending to be a cop, you know.”
Travis gave him a sideways glance. “She’s an eccentric old lady, McDowell. Cut her some slack. Besides, she likes me.”
“Somebody has to,” Ethan muttered, hiding a grin. “You talk to her and we’ll get your mom taken care of for Christmas. Not to mention getting her off our backs.”
“You be nice when you talk about my mother,” Travis mock threatened.
“I love your mother,” Ethan soothed, “but you know it’s true. She’s been relentless about this.”
“Well, in her defense, we have managed to put the wedding off for a year now. Can you blame her?”
He couldn’t. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t joke about it either. “Not really.”
“Good.” Travis looked at the camera in his hand and frowned. “So, no pictures tonight then?”
“Well,” he drawled, “maybe one?”
“Yeah baby,” he chuckled, a deep and dirty sound. “Ready?”
Ethan wiped his face, checking in the mirror to make sure there weren’t any remaining traces of toothpaste. “Yep, get on over here.”
Travis squeezed in beside him, looping an arm around his waist and pulling him close. With his free arm, he angled the camera towards them. “Smile, sucker.”
Doing as he was told, Ethan smiled and looked into the camera. Click. Travis leaned in and took another. Click. Turning his face to Travis, he reached for a kiss. Even though he knew Travis didn’t have him in it to resist, he kissed him anyway. When the inevitable click came, he kissed him harder.
Breaking away to catch his breath, he shook a finger at his boyfriend. “Was that really necessary?”
“Not at all,” he agreed, “but thought it might be handy to have one already on hand for later.”
“Later?” He cocked his head to the side, studying the man with the camera.
“Yeah, you know, like when you change your mind and decide that having Christmas spirit includes tormenting your family?”
“Yeah, I was right, you really are evil, Travis Murphy.” Ethan gave him another kiss, softer and less passionate, although still fraught with meaning and emotion.
“I reiterate: you love every minute of it.” Travis set the camera down on the sink and wrapped Ethan in a hug. “Even if you don’t want to send any of those to your family, maybe we can hang one around here, too. Just because.”
“I think I could live with that,” he agreed. “Just as long as you promise not to hang that last one.”
“Why not? It’s not like we ever have any visitors here.”
“True, but… just in case we ever do. It’s tacky.” He pinched Travis’ cheek for emphasis.
“Fine,” he said, drawing the word out into four syllables. “So, I guess I’d better not print any of those nudie shots I took either.”
“What?” Ethan shoved Travis back, half certain he was lying and half terrified that he wasn’t. “What the hell do you mean by ‘nudies’?”
The Mischievous Murphy grin appeared on Travis’ face. “Oh nothing,” he sang. “But in the future? You might want to start locking the door when you shower. Just sayin’.”
With a wink, Travis disappeared from the bathroom.
“You little shit,” Ethan laughed, giving chase. “You get back here right now! I want those pictures, you hear me?”
In response, he got maniacal laughter, the kind that made you wonder what other sort of pictures his lover was keeping secret. It was days like these that made Ethan both love and hate Travis Murphy - loving his childish, playful side and hating it at the same time. But when Travis finally let himself get caught, that was when the real fun would start.
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I do think he's just teasing him, though, but right there could be another short fic all in itself. Travis' quest to get pictures for his private Ethan on-line scrapbook which Ethan happens to find on his computer - hah.
That's a big step in a relationship, isn't it? Putting framed photos around the house? I love the idea of it with them ...
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I'd be willing to bet he's only teasing but then, this IS Travis sooo... I'm dying laughing though, because I could totally write that fic.
It really is though because it screams permanence. But I think they'll survive. Just as long as Murphy keeps those others hidden and not framed in the living room!