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asphaltcowgrrl) wrote2014-12-18 02:21 pm
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Advent Day 18 (White Pine Original Fic)
Title: Advent Day 18
Fandom: White Pine Original Fic
Pairing: Travis Murphy/Ethan McDowell
Rating: PG-13 for nudity and language
Word Count: 707
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: Based on this drabble prompt: Most characters’ lives are full of adventure, slaying dragons with rolls of the die, charging straight into the Final Frontier, or just road tripping across the country with your best friends. So, for this Thursday, write about Adventure. Where does the unknown find you? And well, we all know at this point, where Travis goes, adventure – and trouble – follows.
Day 18
“You have no sense of adventure,” Travis stated, giving him a dressing down with his eyes.
“There’s a slight difference between being adventurous and being stupid,” he replied. “Jumping into a partially frozen lake in December is not my idea of adventure.”
Travis snorted and tossed his clothes to the side. “Suit yourself,” he said, diving in.
His head poked up out of the water, frost forming in his wet curls. Ethan sighed. He had no choice now, the gauntlet had been thrown down. Stripping, he took a last, deep breath and jumped.
“Holy mother of god,” he gasped, head breaking through the surface.
“Good, ain’t it?” His grin was tuned to a million watts. The little shit wasn’t even shivering.
“No, it’s freaking cold,” he spluttered.
“Well, you know, it is December, baby.” He swam towards Ethan, stopping an arm’s distance away. “Have I ever told you how cute you are when you’re lips are blue?”
“My lips are blue,” he stuttered, chills shaking his body. “Maybe we ought to get out.”
“Yeah, maybe you’re right,” he agreed, doing the breast stroke over to the shoreline.
Ethan followed, much more slowly. Maybe that boy was part polar bear and he just didn’t know it? Funny, but he wasn’t nearly hairy enough. By the time he reached the shoreline, Travis was toweling himself off with a giant, blue pile of fluff he’d found in the cupboard. He was handing a dry version to Ethan when a voice startled them both.
“Goddamnit, Murphy,” Sheriff McCallum called from the woodline. “Didn’t we have a discussion about you skinny dipping in the lake?”
Travis looked over his shoulder and grinned sheepishly. “Yeah, I think we did. Like fifteen years ago.”
The sheriff sighed. “You’re going to catch your death, boy. What would I tell your mama?”
He shrugged. “The truth. Not like any of this would surprise her. Or my father.”
“No doubt about that,” he grumbled. “Do me a favor? Get yourself and my goddamned only detective out of the cold and inside. Now?”
Ethan groaned. He’d hoped that the sheriff wouldn’t find him in flagrante delicto.
“Yes, sir,” Travis replied, stopping just short of giving a salute.
“And please get dressed. I’ve seen more of your naked ass over the years than your…” he was suddenly at a loss for words, waving his hand wildly at the lake. “As he has. Oh, and Merry Christmas, boys.”
“Merry Christmas,” they returned, watching him stomp off into the trees.
“Travis,” Ethan said, teeth clattering, “I’m going to murder you one of these days. And I won’t even try and hide the body. After today, they’ll all agree it was self-defense.”
Grinning, Murphy reached out a hand and helped his boyfriend to his feet. He was holding up better than he should’ve been, after so long in that icy water, but was more than thankful for the brisk rubdown he was being given, bringing life back into his frozen limbs.
“Ouch,” he complained. “That tingling hurts like hell.”
“Yeah, it does,” Travis agreed, handing Ethan his pants. “But trust me, this pain is better than the numbness.”
He had a very serious point there. One he’d remind him of the next time he thought taking the polar plunge was a good idea. “You had better have something hot in store for me when we get back to the house.”
Travis’ throaty chuckle was all he needed to hear. “Oh I have a laundry list, baby.”
“That is not what I meant, Murphy, and you know it,” he grouched, pulling his boots on. “Although after a stiff coffee or three, maybe we can discuss it.”
“Honey, after three of my special coffees, there won’t be any discussion going on,” he grinned. “Because you’ll already be screaming my name.”
“Oh you wish,” he denied, knowing full well he couldn’t ever tell the jerk no.
“I guess we’ll see then, won’t we?” Travis fastened the last of his buttons and pinched Ethan’s cheek.
He couldn’t find an appropriate rebuttal so he simply fell into step beside Travis and walked in silence to the house. What was the point in arguing when they both knew that they’d be getting exactly what they wanted?
Fandom: White Pine Original Fic
Pairing: Travis Murphy/Ethan McDowell
Rating: PG-13 for nudity and language
Word Count: 707
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: Based on this drabble prompt: Most characters’ lives are full of adventure, slaying dragons with rolls of the die, charging straight into the Final Frontier, or just road tripping across the country with your best friends. So, for this Thursday, write about Adventure. Where does the unknown find you? And well, we all know at this point, where Travis goes, adventure – and trouble – follows.
Day 18
“You have no sense of adventure,” Travis stated, giving him a dressing down with his eyes.
“There’s a slight difference between being adventurous and being stupid,” he replied. “Jumping into a partially frozen lake in December is not my idea of adventure.”
Travis snorted and tossed his clothes to the side. “Suit yourself,” he said, diving in.
His head poked up out of the water, frost forming in his wet curls. Ethan sighed. He had no choice now, the gauntlet had been thrown down. Stripping, he took a last, deep breath and jumped.
“Holy mother of god,” he gasped, head breaking through the surface.
“Good, ain’t it?” His grin was tuned to a million watts. The little shit wasn’t even shivering.
“No, it’s freaking cold,” he spluttered.
“Well, you know, it is December, baby.” He swam towards Ethan, stopping an arm’s distance away. “Have I ever told you how cute you are when you’re lips are blue?”
“My lips are blue,” he stuttered, chills shaking his body. “Maybe we ought to get out.”
“Yeah, maybe you’re right,” he agreed, doing the breast stroke over to the shoreline.
Ethan followed, much more slowly. Maybe that boy was part polar bear and he just didn’t know it? Funny, but he wasn’t nearly hairy enough. By the time he reached the shoreline, Travis was toweling himself off with a giant, blue pile of fluff he’d found in the cupboard. He was handing a dry version to Ethan when a voice startled them both.
“Goddamnit, Murphy,” Sheriff McCallum called from the woodline. “Didn’t we have a discussion about you skinny dipping in the lake?”
Travis looked over his shoulder and grinned sheepishly. “Yeah, I think we did. Like fifteen years ago.”
The sheriff sighed. “You’re going to catch your death, boy. What would I tell your mama?”
He shrugged. “The truth. Not like any of this would surprise her. Or my father.”
“No doubt about that,” he grumbled. “Do me a favor? Get yourself and my goddamned only detective out of the cold and inside. Now?”
Ethan groaned. He’d hoped that the sheriff wouldn’t find him in flagrante delicto.
“Yes, sir,” Travis replied, stopping just short of giving a salute.
“And please get dressed. I’ve seen more of your naked ass over the years than your…” he was suddenly at a loss for words, waving his hand wildly at the lake. “As he has. Oh, and Merry Christmas, boys.”
“Merry Christmas,” they returned, watching him stomp off into the trees.
“Travis,” Ethan said, teeth clattering, “I’m going to murder you one of these days. And I won’t even try and hide the body. After today, they’ll all agree it was self-defense.”
Grinning, Murphy reached out a hand and helped his boyfriend to his feet. He was holding up better than he should’ve been, after so long in that icy water, but was more than thankful for the brisk rubdown he was being given, bringing life back into his frozen limbs.
“Ouch,” he complained. “That tingling hurts like hell.”
“Yeah, it does,” Travis agreed, handing Ethan his pants. “But trust me, this pain is better than the numbness.”
He had a very serious point there. One he’d remind him of the next time he thought taking the polar plunge was a good idea. “You had better have something hot in store for me when we get back to the house.”
Travis’ throaty chuckle was all he needed to hear. “Oh I have a laundry list, baby.”
“That is not what I meant, Murphy, and you know it,” he grouched, pulling his boots on. “Although after a stiff coffee or three, maybe we can discuss it.”
“Honey, after three of my special coffees, there won’t be any discussion going on,” he grinned. “Because you’ll already be screaming my name.”
“Oh you wish,” he denied, knowing full well he couldn’t ever tell the jerk no.
“I guess we’ll see then, won’t we?” Travis fastened the last of his buttons and pinched Ethan’s cheek.
He couldn’t find an appropriate rebuttal so he simply fell into step beside Travis and walked in silence to the house. What was the point in arguing when they both knew that they’d be getting exactly what they wanted?