Barney/Lee scenelets
Author: wanderingsmith
Started oct 21, 2014 - latest update jul 17, 2016 -
Summary: Unrelated random shippy scenelets
(some shugary-shweet, some angsty)
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: I ain't got no money, and nobody'd
be daft enough to pay me for this. As it is thought,
so let it be said; you make the toys, I play with
'em..
AN: Just bit of fic never likely to grow to
full-size.
Goto Chapter 2: RST
sweet - Peachy
Goto Chapter 3: UST
angst - Ashes
Goto Chapter 4: RST
silly-sweet - Appearances
Goto Chapter 5: angst
to RST speech - Beans
Goto Chapter 6: RST
speech - Don't you dare
Goto Chapter 7: RST
shweet - Control freak
Goto Chapter 8: RST
light - Fuel
Goto Chapter 9: RST
schweet - Belong
Goto Chapter 10: RST
silly-sweet - Pulled muscle
Goto Chapter 11:
RST sweet - Great balls of fire
Chapter
one : The sweetest life
oct
21, 2014
AN: RST sweet
Walking into the hangar early, Toll and Caesar jerked
to a stop at the sight of Lee caging Barney against
the plane's left engine, the two kissing softly.
They looked at each other, not needing to communicate
the idea of turning around. Then Toll shrugged and
muttered quietly, "Nothing wrong with it. Why should
we make like it's shameful? Not like they're fucking.
Let's just set up, they can join us later."
With another look at the two oblivious to their
audience, Caesar nodded and they quietly set up
chairs, deliberately in a semi circle facing outward
near the door in deference to their distracted
friends, with the cooler they'd obviously set aside
for the afternoon in the middle. And then they caught
the little clusters of team-members as they walked in
with a wavedown for quiet. Letting them see their
bosses and the chairs and make the correct assumption
all on their own.
They'd all been sitting and chatting quietly for a few
minutes when the door opened again, unexpectedly. Toll
looked up and smiled, calling out a quiet, "Hey.
Tool."
"Hello boys," Tool lazily glanced around as he spoke,
hand fingering the knife handle at his waist, "Where's
my man Chr-" Toll watched his eyes widen as his voice
softened with the same pleasure shinning from his
eyes, "Well now." Tool shared a grin filled with
memories with the old team, then passed it on to the
newer folks. "I think this calls for a celebration."
Caesar gave him a quizzical look, "Definitely. You
have something special in mind?"
--
The initial urgency of the kiss had long since passed
and changed to slow, lazy, indulgence: they knew they
couldn't get carried away here, and couldn't leave
until after the get-together. Continuing to kiss when
they should be paying attention to their men was a
rare luxury they were allowing themselves only because
there was nothing actually urgent about the day. They
were between jobs and there was absolutely nothing to
do but kill an afternoon. The gang could do that
without supervision.
And the two of them had wasted enough years. Long
minutes of kissing was no big thing to ask for.
Then Lee sniffed and raised his mouth to mutter,
"They're into my Glenfiddich."
Barney laughed softly, unaware when several heads
turned toward them as a response, curious at the
rarely-heard sound. "I'll get you another." And he
kissed the pout on Lee's lips with all the joy he'd
always gotten from the man's moods.
It distracted them, though, and a few more kisses
later, they slowly strolled over, greeted by casual
'Hey's and waves.
Barney smiled at their surprise guest, suspecting the
author of the invasion of their stash of Lee's
preferred relaxant, "Hey Tool. Celebrating?"
"Gentlemen. We saved you some." He waved at two
glasses on the ground besides empty chairs and waited
for them to take them and sit before raising his
glass, "To the sweetness of life."
Lee gave Barney a soft smile, "To the sweetest life."
Chapter
two : Peachy
AN: RST sweet
This had tagged itself onto the end of another fic..
where it just looked like a Frankenstein limb, lol
Ambling into the kitchen half asleep and hungry, Lee
reached into the fruit basket and took a distracted bite
into a peach. Then straightened with a forward jerk of
his head, "Aww fuck, I hate these things! Why do you buy
shit like this??"
Straightening from closing the dishwasher, Barney
snorted, "Cause they're good for you, moron."
"How the bloody well are you supposed to eat 'em without
needing a bloody shower??"
Barney stared at juice trickling down Lee's chin and
grinned, walking up. When the muttering brit set the
mostly clean pit on the chop board and looked up with an
aggravated glare, Barney reached and cupped the back of
his skull in a palm, seeing the glare just start to fade
before he tilted his head and licked a juicy fibre from
the corner of Lee's mouth, lips curling in a grin at the
grunt of surprise the move got him. Long-fingered hands
stroked over his ribs to his back as he raised his mouth
a fraction and shifted over to suck the skin gently
clean of sweet juice, then moved again.
By the time he was done with cleaning duty, Lee had
eased them both around a step until he leaned his ass
against the edge of the counter, his lips curved in that
big ole happy smile of his under the assault. And Barney
had let his weight rest on the brit's chest, warm and
solid, gravity pressing their groins together. He wasn't
particularly eager to straighten just 'cause there was
no more juice. And he didn't have to. Lee wouldn't care
if he stayed where he was half the night.
His own hands were down below the edge of the counter,
for now just laying on the muscled ass of the former SAS
soldier, and he finally just laid his head on Lee's
shoulder, the stretch in his neck pleasant, for now.
"That, right there, Christmas, is a damn good reason to
keep buying them."
One of the hands at his back took its time sliding up
and then gently convinced him to raise his head back up;
and yeah, OK, deep, slow, sloppy kissing was worth
raising his head for.
Chapter
three : Ashes
AN: -- E3 SPOILERS!! --
UST angst
It was impossible.
First Caesar all shot-up, then Barney kicking him away.
Now this... He wasn't feeling it right.
Shock. He was probably going into shock.
All he felt was this faint. Far away. Thin streak of
pain. Like a knife had got past his guard. Except if
he'd got a knife there he'd have long since keeled.
He couldn't hear anything but a roar that was too dull
to be the chopper. Even though he could see the cloud of
dust from the collapsed building and knew that there had
to be a racket associated with it.
Late or not, they'd won their little war. Bad guy dead,
good guys rescued.
But the price...
Shit. *Now* it was getting closer. Thicker, larger.
Pretty soon he wouldn't be able to breathe around this.
It was a good way to go. He wouldn't mind the same.
*He* wouldn't get it on the wings of success, though. Or
with the encouragement of teammates the last thing he
heard. But.. there were a thousand jobs he could take.
No one left to yell at him for the choice. Team'd be
scattered within days without...
When that rope swung back in his sights with Barney
clinging to it, it only took moments for a deep breath
to spread his lungs, laughter forcing out the acidic
pain that had sent him spirally into that dark place.
Wild relief blocking out, for now, the agony.
Laughing and shouting; and mentally running far and
fast.
When he was alone in that motel room was going to be
soon enough for the nightmare to overtake him.
He was going to see that cloud of smoke every time he
closed his eyes for God only knew how long. And choke on
the ashes of the life he used to be able to rely on.
Chapter
four : Appearances
AN: "You coulda warned me." "That I wasn't
fit for public viewing."
RST sweet double-double ;)
couldn't think of a title.. that seemed a good
reason to add it to the scenelets, lol
At the sound of the bike slowing in front of his shop,
Tool looked up from polishing his latest masterpiece
with a smile. He gave the newly decked-out bike's engine
cover a last stroke before going to wash his hands and
wait for Barney to park. But when he turned and saw the
mercenary strolling over to him, he blinked, and then
firmly choked back a laugh, dropping his eyes in a
hurry; though his grin escaped.
"Tool?"
Christ, the voice too. He couldn't hold back a fond
chuckle, keeping his eyes well away as he nodded and
replied casually, "Barney."
"..Something wrong?"
"Not at all, my friend."
"..Then why the hell are you avoiding looking at me??"
Hearing a note of actual worry in the voice, Tool looked
up. The worry hadn't changed anything else, though. Ah,
my old friend, I *am* glad for you. "Because, Barney.
You look like you've been thoroughly fucked, in the best
possible way." Tool's brows raised in enquiry, "And I
don't really think I'm meant to see that."
Even after that, the eyes were still glowing and lazy.
To say nothing about the state of lips, jaw, neck; or
the unrecognizably loose body.
--
"You coulda warned me."
Opening his eyes at the fond voice, Lee stood up from
his dozing slouch against Barney's front door and raised
his brows in mild surprise on seeing the slightly
embarrassed look on the man's face, "Warned you about
what?"
"That I wasn't fit for public viewing."
Starting to smile, Lee couldn't help taking the
invitation to run his eyes over his old friend, now
lover. Coming back up to meet a wry look. "You're
dressed. Shirt tucked. Pants zipped. Thought you were
just following me here. Why? Where'd you go?" Shit.. he
hadn't stopped by a *store*, had he??
"I'd left my laptop with Tool-" Lee winced and Barney's
voice got drier, "Thought I'd pick it up."
Lee closed the last foot between them, hands finding
Barney's hips with dawning familiarity, gleefully
staring at lips whose obvious bruising was *his* doing.
"Sorry. Wasn't really thinking about the existence of
anyone else when we left the hangar." He leaned in,
Barney's hands landing along his own hickey-marked neck,
to just brush their lips together, whispering, "Didn't
get you all loose and bruised and mellow for anyone but
me to enjoy the sight of: my own private artwork."
Chapter
five : Beans
AN: These are roughly 28,835 Jelly Beans.
~In this pile, there is one Jelly
Bean for each day that the average American will
live.
~the threshold of adulthood
(23,360beans).
~we will care for the needs and
well being of others, our friends and family, for
564 days.
double drabble
"Hey Barney? I heard someone say something the other day
that's had me thinking. They said that the average adult
will sleep for about eight thousand days, and if we're
lucky, some of it will be sleeping next to someone we
love."
Lee made himself turn from staring at the sunset to look
at the man sitting in the chair next to him, sipping his
own drink, "Even if I survive to the American average of
80, I'm past the halfway mark in my life, Barney. If I
was depressed enough to bother, I could count on the
fingers of one hand the number of nights I spent
sleeping next to someone I fucking thought I loved. You
were willing to break my heart 'for my sake'," he raised
a hand to silence the sound of protest he heard Barney
made, "How about instead you tell me what you *feel* for
me? 'Cause unless you can't stand me, then you could
sleep next to me for whatever time either of us has
left, and that'd be a damn sight more helpful to living
long than leaving me to drink myself to sleep alone
every night."
He never slept alone again.
AN:
the quote is from The Time You Have (In JellyBeans)
- zefrank1 - https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=BOksW_NabEk
These are roughly 28,835 Jelly
Beans. I counted out 500 of them and used those to
weigh the rest. In this pile, there is one Jelly
Bean for each day that the average American will
live.
You might have more beans in your
life, or maybe less, but on average this is the time
we have.
Here's a single bean. It's your
very first day. A special day, but kind of a rough
day on everyone involved.
Add 364 more and you have the
first year of your life.
Now for a sense of scale, here
are your first fifteen years. 5,475 days.
Which brings us to the threshold
of adulthood (23,360beans). And at that moment this
is the time that we have left.
And this is, on average, what we
will do with all that time.
We will be asleep for a total
8,477 days. If we're lucky some of the time will be
sleeping next to someone we love.
We will be in the process of
eating, drinking, or preparing food for 1,635 days.
We will be at work, hopefully
doing something satisfying for the equivalent of
3,202 of those days.
1,099 days will be spent
commuting or travelling from one place to another,
maybe a little bit more if you live in LA.
On average we will watch
television in one form or another for a total of
2,676 days.
House hold activities, like
chores and tending to our pets and shopping will
take another 1,576 days.
And we will care for the needs
and well being of others, our friends and family,
for 564 days.
We will spend 671 days bathing,
grooming, and doing all other bathroom related
activities.
And another 720 will go to
community activities like religious and civic
duties, charities, and taking classes.
After we remove all those beans,
this is what remains. This is the time that we have
left (2,740beans).
Time for laughing, swimming,
making art, going on hikes, text messages, reading,
checking Facebook. Playing softball, maybe even
teaching yourself how to play the guitar.
So what are you going to do with
this time?
How much of it do you think
you've already used up?
If you only had half of it, what
would you do differently?
What about half of that?
How much time have you already
spent worrying instead of doing something that you
love?
What if you just had one more
day?
What are you going to do today?
Chapter
six : Don't you dare
AN: RST speech
Just one of what I figure would be lifetime's worth
of monologues Lee would end up spouting even if they
did find their way together.
Guess I'm spring cleaning my WIP folder...
Already half-asleep, Lee was stroking his thumb back and
forth over the smile in the corner of Barney's lips, the
softness in Barney's eyes making him feel so damn
warm... "You. Are beautiful."
Feeling Barney stiffen and watching his face darken was
a painful shock that killed the drowzyness out of him.
"Don't you dare. You don't know-"
Lee's hand shifted to stop the snarl with his palm and
glared right back at Barney. It was hardly the first
time Barney'd argued with him, but this time it just bit
too deep. "Don't YOU dare! I have stood with you for a
dozen fucking hellish years, Barney! I've cut deep into
your skin where it had never been hurt before to dig out
bullets; watched you bleed, watched hell flow across
your face, and SHARED it!"
When Barney tried to speak, he pressed harder on lips
he'd only ever wanted to kiss into swollen softness,
"No! You tried to shut me out enough times and I damn
near LET you; let your damn blind disbelief in my
feelings beat me away. Never again, Barney." He shoved
his nose right against the other man's, still glaring,
even having felt Barney finally start to relax, "I
watched you let darkness win, give up; saw you broken.
But we crawled out of that. TOGETHER. You are *mine*,
Barney Ross. I don't fucking care how fucked up, scarred
up or outright SCARED you think you are. Because your
*heart* is mine, and it is *beautiful* to me because I
saw the blows that carved it into the fucking beautiful
ragged-as-shit diamond that it is!"
"I love you. And you are beautiful."
AN:
Don't you dare..
-Ricketson
"Don't you dare tell me I'm
beautiful
Until you've seen my scars
That carve my body
And the blood
That pours out of my soul
Don't you dare tell me I'm lovely
Until I completely shut you out
Because i swore to myself
You're just like the rest
And you'll get sick of me
Don't you dare tell me I'm
flawless
Until you've seen me break down
in tears
I'll show you the darkness
That consumes me
And you'll run away
But if you
Have seen my scars
Bitterness
And darkness
Then perhaps I believe you."
Chapter
seven : Control freak
AN: RST shweet
Lee hadn't bothered trying to read as Barney kept
shifting around in his seat, expression getting
grouchier and poutier with every twitch.
double drabble
blame wildtrak's
Ink, has me in totally sugary sappy mode :D:D
"I hate trains."
Lee hadn't bothered trying to read as Barney kept
shifting around in his seat, expression getting
grouchier and poutier with every twitch. When he finally
broke and grumbled, Lee turned from the view of the
suburbs flowing by to give him a look he knew was too
damn fond. "You hate anything you're not in control of.
You just don't trust anyone else's driving."
The grimace on Barney's face as he shifted again was
reluctant agreement, and Lee chuckled at the control
freak, turning back to the boring 'burbs.
He was just thinking that he might be safe opening the
weird meditation book Gunner'd lent him when he felt the
silence get a little extra quiet and saw Barney's
reflection in the glass give him a quick look. And was
listening carefully when that gravelly voice spoke
lowly, "I don't mind when *you're* driving."
Lee's eyes slipped close and he stayed turned away until
he could force his face out of the fucking lovelorn
smile creasing it.
Then he turned and met Barney's rueful look. "Thanks for
that," he punched a thick shoulder, "Zero."
And couldn't help laughing with joy at the boyish grin
that got him.
Chapter
eight : Fuel
AN: RST light
Feeling a little excessively cheerful, instead of
sitting down besides him, Barney went up behind Lee
and threw an arm around his loose shoulders.
Walking up to the table, Barney was grinning to himself
at the sight of Gunner trying to 'sneak' behind Thorn's
shoulders, and, feeling a little excessively cheerful,
instead of sitting down besides him, he went up behind
Lee and threw an arm around his loose shoulders and
leaned down to whisper conspiratorially, "How long d'you
bet before he offers to teach Thorn to really shoot
against computer lessons?"
Lee'd been relaxing, the rare good mood of the evening
settling him more than he'd been in a good while. The
shock of arm and voice wrapping around him and somehow
going straight to his nervous system like a match to
aviation fuel had Lee shuddering with a gasp, eyes wide
in shock. Well hell. For a second he wondered if someone
had dosed him with aphrodisiacs to be reacting to
someone he'd known so long!
"Lee?"
Oh. No, he *had* felt that before when that voice got
too close. He'd just brushed it off. But.. why the hell
not? *Touch* Barney... hell, he *had* thought of that
over the years. Then slapped himself upside the head for
being so hard-up as to think that of a friend. But..
fuck, he wasn't just hard-*up* he was fucking *hard*!
The confusion in Barney's voice did make him hesitate a
second, though. But the mercenary wasn't intimidated by
anyone. If he didn't want it, he could slap Lee. Or
punch him. Or gently hold him off with heavy muscles and
an apologetic pat. It'd be a running joke between them
and Lee'd survive without...
Enough. Lee stood, enjoying the live wire in his balls
as the reminder of life that it was, and turned to meet
familiar, well-... Well-loved. Yeah. He'd have said
'sure I love Barney' any time someone had asked. He'd
just never thought what kind of love it could be.
Well-loved features that watched him; read him. And *he*
could read that tiny widening of the eyes. Lee grinned
when Barney never moved away, even then; let him slide
his hands into still annoyingly-thick hair without
holding him off, let him tip his head just enough to...
It took a wolf-whistle to pull him out of the well of
pleasure. Took longer for his conscious mind to decide
to try to convince him to pull back; except he couldn't
remember the last time it'd felt so good to just lose
himself in soft lips and a challenging tongue. The wide
hands gripping his back and holding him close and warm
were pretty fucking pleasant too.
It was finally the sharp twitch of awareness of someone
large coming to stand too near that prodded him into
stiffening and jerking his head to recon. His eyes
widened at hitting Gunner's back way too close.. then
Caesar's blocking the view of more of the bar's crowd,
then.... he finished the circle of friends and met
Barney's look coming from the opposite direction, and
saw the lips he'd been kissing a minute ago twitching
with the laughter crinkling Barney's eyes, "I should
hire then out as bodyguards."
Chapter
nine : Belong
AN: RST schweet
Those rings mean you're together, even if you're
physically apart.
"Market, uh?"
Lee shrugged, eyes trailing over the stalls they were
strolling by, "Yeah. Kills time. Weird stuff to look at
and wonder what the story behind them is."
Barney looked at his slightly defensive-sounding new
lover and wondered if he saw himself as one of the
flotsam: out of place and for sale to idle walker-byes.
Without thinking about it, he closed the half-step
between them and bumped their shoulders, feeling a
momentary urge to wrap an arm around the man,
remembering the anchoring feeling of holding him close
in the early hours. "Wasn't teasing. Just surprised."
A few minutes later, Lee tapped the back of Barney's
hand and stepped over to one of the booths under a light
awning. Automatically following, Barney ran a fast look
over the array of jewelry and then went back to watching
the rest of the market and its visitors, half curiosity,
half watchfulness.
"Ever seen these things?"
The odd, almost wistful, tone in Lee's voice drew Barney
back to him and he looked down at the bit of silver he
held. An almost inch-long
knife with a weird partial clip on the back,
obviously for attaching to something. He reached a
careful fingertip out to shift the thing in the light,
impressed with the accurate rendition; could easily have
come out of Lee's holster. "Good job on the knife
details." He smirked and teased, "Could use a skull or
two." He grinned in victory when Lee snorted and
chuckled in response. "What's it supposed to hook to?"
Lee looked over at the nearby seller, "Mind if I try
it?" When the man waved a dismissive hand with a nod,
Lee turned to Barney, grinning faintly, "Stand still."
Blinking at him in confusion, Barney did as he was told
and watched Lee shift the thing in his fingers and step
to Barney's left side. Out the corner of his eye, he saw
the brit reach toward his head and then felt Lee's
fingers fiddling with his ear. "I don't have pierced
ears, Lee."
The brit snorted again. "It's an ear cuff. No hole
required. There."
"Ear cuff?" Barney turned to the mirror on the seller's
stand. Turning his head, he could see the knife was
mounted following the line of the top rim of his ear. He
could feel the metal of the clip keeping it steady on
his ear, though it wasn't painful; weird, a bit. If he
tuned his head to face forward, he could just barely see
a glint of the silver.
He turned raised brows on his silent companion, "Think
I've seen some people wear 'em in magazines at the
grocery stores. Didn't realize how they worked." He
tried to read Lee's half-closed expression. "Lee?"
The oddly quiet man turned back to look at the display
before speaking in a voice only Barney was close enough
to hear, "I'd have asked you to marry me, you know."
*Marry*.... It took a definite few seconds for Barney to
stop staring at the back of Lee's skull and step closer
to him until their shoulders touched again. Hell, this
time he consciously let his arm swing out and rested his
hand in the middle of his back, just straddling the
waistband of his chinos. He kept his own voice down,
trying to clear it enough to be heard, "Just 'cause it
isn't legal is no reason-"
Lee shook his head, interrupting him without either
dislodging his hand or looking at him, "Naw. I don't..
particularly care about some technicality, legal or
otherwise. It's just.."
"Traditional?"
He felt more than heard Lee's huff. " *We're* hardly
traditional. It's just some weird... You're raised
hearing that marriage means you belong. Those rings mean
you're together, even if you're physically apart." This
time Lee turned his head to smirk at him, eyes still
shadowed, "Except you already wear enough bloody rings."
Barney glanced at that mirror, "Aren't ear cuffs kinda
g-" he cut the word off, stiffening in something close
to horror. Of all fucking times for his brain to use the
stupid kids' expression... It took more guts to turn and
face Lee than it ever had to run into gunfire. He didn't
deserve the understanding he found. "Sorry-"
Lee shook his head, the ghost of a smile still softening
his face, "Shut up." He reached for Barney's ear as he
spoke, "Hadn't meant to push you to deal-"
Barney pulled the arm from Lee's back to grab his wrist
when he realized what he was doing, "Put it back,
Christmas." He growled at the raised brows of sarcastic
question he got in response to what he knew had been too
much of an order, "I made my choice; I'm NOT letting you
go. It'll be harder to put up with having to call soccer
football than to think of myself as gay. As long as you
can put up with me fumbling, I'll be fine."
He met Lee's hard stare with his own until he felt those
fingers reposition the clip in place. It was going to be
weird. Weird to feel on his ear; faintly annoying to get
a fresh batch of stares. But he got used to new rings
and people could go fuck themselves. That Lee knew he
belonged and knew that Barney belonged to *him* was a
fuck-load more important.
When Lee stopped fiddling, Barney nodded crisply and let
him go, turning to scan the display without another
word. The knife on his ear was what Lee used. So he
needed something- ha! He hesitated at the last second;
Lee didn't wear flamboyant shit like he did... maybe-
"You *would* find one with a skull."
Lee's finer digits reached past where Barney's heavy
hand had frozen, halfway to the
golden skull attached to a weird S-like trail of
bones, with ruby chips in eye sockets and between each
bone, though obviously the machine kind, from the
price.
When Lee lifted it, Barney watched him silently slip the
clip-less thing around his own left earlobe, the skull
ending up in the middle of his ear.
And yeah. There *was* a bit of a catch in his breath to
see the out of place colour on his friend. And know it
represented *him*. But it was definitely obvious.
Pretty. Especially those ruby eyes held in their slick
nests of smooth gold; glowing against the pale canvas of
Lee's bare skull. But very conspicuous.
He met Lee's eyes with what he was aiming to be apology
for even thinking of choosing the thing, "Not your usual
style."
"Barney," Lee shook his head with a full grin, looking
strangely relaxed, now, and reaching up to tap the metal
Barney'd already forgotten about, "Not *your* style.
That'd be the point."
AN:
Blame Hobbit fandom for hooking me on earcuffs
and the picture of the gun was the closest I could
find to the concept
Chapter
ten : Pulled muscle
mar
24, 2016
AN: RST silly-sweet
The annoyed grumble was typical of the man whenever
he was in pain, "Pulled something."
They'd all had to sneak around Berlin together long
enough that Barney was surprised to see a familiar
figure appear in the hangar door a mere two days after
their return.
Stepping away from the plane's emptying oil pan and
lighting himself a cigar, he absently watched Lee make
his way over, frowning when he noticed a limp in his
unusually measured steps. "You hurt, Christmas?"
The annoyed grumble was typical of the man whenever he
was in pain, "Pulled something."
Barney’s brows rose, watching him keep his left leg
straight as he walked past him toward the coffee pot,
"Since you're obviously being stubborn about getting it
looked at, you want a rub down?" His own shoulder
rotated in memory of the last time Lee'd dug his
damnably strong fingers into a knot that had made him
flinch his way out of Johannesburg.
Lee stopped, far more gently than he normally would, and
turned around to give him a leer, "Always knew you
wanted to get your hands on my ass."
Barney's mouth dropped open and he suddenly choked on a
mouthful of smoke.
Christmas was chuckling as he pounded on Barney's back
until Barney waved him off, finally able to breathe
again, "I thought your back was out!"
"Sure you did, you old lech."
Even though Lee's smile was the one that covered his
whole face and Barney knew damn well he was being teased
all to hell, he couldn't help reacting to that idea with
a high sputter, "Lech??"
This time the crazed laugh was almost a giggle as Lee
grabbed his shoulder to catch himself, and Barney
reached a hand to his back for support, even as he gave
him a deliberately sarcastic look.
The man finally settled back to his grin, dark eyes
flashing, "Chill, Barney. I never said I *objected*."
--
"Ooooohhhhhh GOD, yeah! That spot right there... oohhhhh
fuuuuck- no, don't *stop*!"
Barney forced a chuckle at the moans from the man under
him, trying not to get distracted by all the bare skin
twitching as Lee flinched with pleasure/pain.
His fucking jeans were too fucking tight for this kind
of work! If he could at least keep his eyes from
wandering to the shadow that kept shifting and exposing
more than 'skin' as he alternated between squeezing and
smoothing the knot on the underside of his gluteus
maximus, he might at least manage to finish the job
before he had to excuse himself.
Lee sighed just as Barney felt the muscle under his hand
suddenly get all relaxed. And quite suddenly, having
that handful of flesh in his palms had an entirely
different fucking feeling.
"You're wasting those fingers on those guns of yours."
Trying to dismiss the blissed-out tone, Barney teased,
"You think I should keep them wrapped around
ass-cheeks?"
He was debating adding a pinch as an exclamation point
to his ragging when the brit sighed happily, "Naw. Just
around mine."
.."What?" It'd been a hell of a long time since his
brain had echoed with that much shock.
Without it being accompanied with dread.
His eyes slowly tracked up when he felt Lee move,
catching the laughing look being thrown his way, "You
need me to get Tool to engrave you an invitation?" The
look flicked down to Barney's zipper, Lee's grin
stretching, " 'Cause you don't look like you should be
needing convincing."
--
"I figured you'd object to old before lech."
Barney was hypnotizing himself to sleep tracing old
scars that crisscrossed Lee's shoulders as the man's
heavy head weighed down Barney's still-damp chest and
the sleepy tease ended up being breathed across his
nipple. He umphed just as sleepily. "You call me old ten
times a day. Since you still stick around, I figured in
british it's a compliment." He shifted his stroking to
the ridges of Lee's skull, smiling to himself, "At this
point I have to assume a sexy one."
"Moron."
"Love you too."
Chapter
eleven : Great balls of fire
jul
17, 2016
AN: RST sweet
The annoyed grumble was typical of the man whenever
he was in pain, "Pulled something."
"Hey, Tool," Barney gave his old friend a quizzical look
as he waved him into the house, "Bit early in the
morning, for you, isn't it?"
Tool gave him a knowing look, "Was up. Thought I'd come
see my buddy and see if I could steal some coffee."
Barney nodded, shrugging off the surprise visit, "Sure,
pot should be just ready."
About to sit at the table with his cup, Tool started
sniffing the air, "Do I smell something bur-"
"Barney! You threw my underwear on the fucking lamp!!"
Barney flinched at the shout that suddenly cracked
through the house, followed by stomping steps down the
hallway as Tool started to grin, watching the doorway as
Christmas stomped into the kitchen, still ranting, "I
keep fucking telling you not to just throw my shit
around. Will you *look* at this??"
He was holding up a piece of stretchy green material
with an inch-wide burn hole before noticing Barney
wasn't alone.
Lowering the ruined underwear, he looked at Tool with
studied calm, "Tool."
Tool's lips were pressed together, jaw tight and eyes
wide as he tried to find the control to relax enough to
reply with an only slightly choked and shaking
"Christmas." instead of the howling laughter trying to
escape.
Christmas stared at him a few seconds longer to see if
he'd crack, then grunted and turned to point a finger at
Barney, "You're buying me a new pair."
Both he and Barney ignored the choked snort from Tool.
After the still-glaring brit had stomped back out, Tool
managed to take a swallow of coffee, and only a slight
smirk broke his bland façade as he teased the man at the
counter getting his own cup, "High maintenance, is he?"
Barney sighed dramatically as he turned toward him, "You
have no idea."
"I *heard* that!" The shout drifted from about the same
direction as before, though not nearly as truly annoyed,
to Tool's ear.
Barney snorted, shouting back in the same direction,
"You're a pain in the ass, Lee!"
"Only because you begged!"
Barney ignored Tool's broken snort, rolling his eyes,
obviously looking for a comeback.
When a beat too many passed for a proper reply, Tool
figured he could break in, "Guess that explains why
you've been scarce, lately."
Barney finally turned away from the hallway Christmas'd
disappeared in, an unfamiliar, joyful, smile creasing
his face and brightening his eyes as he looked at Tool.
"And why you've actually seemed happy."
AN:
the green undies ;D....
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