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booshslashhavenFandom: The IT Crowd... of sorts?
Pairing: Richmond/OC
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1224
Disclaimer: See above
Author's Notes: This was originally written as a Richmond Avenal past fic for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
thezooniverse. I like where it's going in later chapters so I thought I'd share with you guys too. Bit of baby slash in this one.
Richmond and Andrew had swimming in common so they began seeing each other regularly after that first encounter. Swimming spilled into every day life when they started hanging outside of that activity. It started with school lunch, which Richmond only ever used to do alone. Andrew found him one day laying underneath a tree staring up at the branches.
Andrew plops down next to Richmond’s head and peers up. “What ya’ looking at?”
“I like how the sun shines through the leaves and branches.” Richmond pushes himself up onto his elbows to look at Andrew.
“Yeah? I’ve got this light in my room what sparkles and casts shadows. I like to watch that in the dark some times. I reckon it’s the same thing. Hey! You should come by. We can listen to CD’s.”
Richmond nervously rubs the back of his neck, looking down to stare at the grass. “Alright.”
“Great! Meet me after in front of the school. You can walk with me.” Andrew hops up, dusting his bottom off. “Gotta’ go. Check you later Rich.”
Richmond watches as Andrew runs off into a crowd of children. Why’s he chosen me? He thinks to himself as he gets up to head to class himself.
*********
Richmond calls his mother from the front office to let her know he won’t be home before making his way toward the front of the school. He stands patiently waiting for Andrew, picking at a loose thread on his coat and looking off into the distance at nothing in particular.
“Oi!” Andrew suddenly appears in Richmond’s field of vision. “You ready?”
“Y--yeah.” Richmond laughs nervously, jumping a little as he feels Andrew’s hand grasp his forearm and pull him to get moving.
Walking quickly, Andrew continues to hold Richmond’s arm as he talks. “You’ll really like this new CD. Portishead, well ambient and trippy.”
*********
Soon enough they’re at the front door of Andrew’s house and he releases Richmond’s arm to retrieve his keys somewhere deep inside his pocket. “My parents ain’t home. They both teach philosophy down at university. Always got something going on.” He suddenly lets out a crow as he finds his key and shoves it in the lock, pushing the door open with his shoulder and almost falls through as it opens.
“Come on Rich.” Andrew grasps Richmond’s hand and pulls him inside, shutting the door roughly with his foot. Tugging yet again, he leads Richmond up the stairs and into a tiny little room. It’s painted deep blue with posters and drawings taped and stapled haphazardly about. Andrew kicks the bedroom door shut as well before letting go of Richmond’s hand and plopping heavily onto the single bed to kick off his shoes. “Guh, can’t stand this uniform. Hope you don’t mind if I change.”
“No. Not at all.” Richmond moves to sit next to Andrew.
Richmond watches as Andrew gets up, moving to the CD player to put on the music he’d mentioned earlier. As the song starts up, Richmond’s eyes move to Andrew’s hips, watching as they begin to sway to the beat.
“I love this song.” Andrew muses to himself as he yanks off his shirt and moves to do the same with his trousers, tossing them to the far corner. He walks to a drawer that’s already open and piled high with clothes, obviously the reason it isn’t shut. Pulling out a black shirt and an odd looking pair of black jeans, Andrew moves to stand in front of Richmond. “Hold these, yeah?” He tosses the jeans to Richmond as he pulls on the extremely tight black t-shirt before snatching the jeans back and putting them on as well.
Richmond cocks an eyebrow and smirks at the jeans. “You can fit one of you in just one of the legs and yet the waist is fitted.”
“That’s the style, yeah! At the raves and that.”
“Hmmm...”
“I think you’d look good in em’ too.” Andrew sits next to Richmond and pulls his legs up under himself. Turning, he grabs a small bag from the bedside table and dumps the contents into his lap. “I feel naked with out my eyeliner.” He states as he rummages through the pile of make-up and pulls out a tiny mirror and an eyeliner pencil.
Taking Richmond’s hand, Andrew set the little mirror in his palm. “Hold this up for me. It’s much easier if I got both hands free.”
Richmond does as he’s told and holds the mirror up, watching as Andrew begins to outline each eye in kohl. “Your parents don’t mind that you wear make-up?”
“Nah, they’re into this progressive parenting. Goes along with philosophy I suppose. Don’t want to stifle me, as mum puts it.”
Andrew finishes his eyes just as the song changes. “Oh I love this one. It’s called Glory Box.” Looking at Richmond, Andrew cocks his head. “Bet you’d look good in eyeliner what with how big and blue your eyes are.”
“I--I don’t know. Father wouldn’t like it if I...”
“Pfft, just wash it off before you go home.”
Before Richmond can protest, Andrew’s hand is on his thigh and he’s leaning practically in his lap, eyeliner pencil at the ready. “Is this such a good idea,” he winces, “using make-up after someone else?”
“Just hold still, yeah.” Andrew whispers, face inches away from Richmond’s as he begins lining. The hand on Richmond’s thigh moves up to cup his jaw, holding tightly to steady his head. “Look up... yeah like that.”
Richmond can feel Andrew’s breath against his lips as the other boy works; smells the mint of the gum he’d been chewing mixed with the lip balm on his own lips. It’s intoxicating, the other boys close proximity, the heat of his body, the fingers pressing into his cheek, the rise and fall of the song.
Andrew stops, finished with the task at hand, but doesn’t move away. He drops the pencil to the duvet and takes a deep breath. Suddenly their lips are touching, a quick and chaste kiss, before Andrew pulls back. “S--sorry. I just wanted to see what that would be like.”
“Th--that’s alright.” Richmond stammers out.
And just like that, the moment seems to pass for Andrew. I smile breaks across his face as he hops up and moves to change the CD. “I really want you to hear this band. They’re loud and all, but I like em’ a lot.”
Richmond blinks several times and attempts to steady his heart and breathing as what Andrew says is Nine Inch Nails begins blaring through the speakers. He watches as Andrew begins jumping around the room, talking animatedly about some sick thing he heard the lead singer did this one time while on lots of drugs. Richmond can’t help but laugh and soon enough it’s like the kiss never happened.
Pairing: Richmond/OC
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1224
Disclaimer: See above
Author's Notes: This was originally written as a Richmond Avenal past fic for
thezooniverse. I like where it's going in later chapters so I thought I'd share with you guys too. Bit of baby slash in this one.Richmond and Andrew had swimming in common so they began seeing each other regularly after that first encounter. Swimming spilled into every day life when they started hanging outside of that activity. It started with school lunch, which Richmond only ever used to do alone. Andrew found him one day laying underneath a tree staring up at the branches.
Andrew plops down next to Richmond’s head and peers up. “What ya’ looking at?”
“I like how the sun shines through the leaves and branches.” Richmond pushes himself up onto his elbows to look at Andrew.
“Yeah? I’ve got this light in my room what sparkles and casts shadows. I like to watch that in the dark some times. I reckon it’s the same thing. Hey! You should come by. We can listen to CD’s.”
Richmond nervously rubs the back of his neck, looking down to stare at the grass. “Alright.”
“Great! Meet me after in front of the school. You can walk with me.” Andrew hops up, dusting his bottom off. “Gotta’ go. Check you later Rich.”
Richmond watches as Andrew runs off into a crowd of children. Why’s he chosen me? He thinks to himself as he gets up to head to class himself.
Richmond calls his mother from the front office to let her know he won’t be home before making his way toward the front of the school. He stands patiently waiting for Andrew, picking at a loose thread on his coat and looking off into the distance at nothing in particular.
“Oi!” Andrew suddenly appears in Richmond’s field of vision. “You ready?”
“Y--yeah.” Richmond laughs nervously, jumping a little as he feels Andrew’s hand grasp his forearm and pull him to get moving.
Walking quickly, Andrew continues to hold Richmond’s arm as he talks. “You’ll really like this new CD. Portishead, well ambient and trippy.”
Soon enough they’re at the front door of Andrew’s house and he releases Richmond’s arm to retrieve his keys somewhere deep inside his pocket. “My parents ain’t home. They both teach philosophy down at university. Always got something going on.” He suddenly lets out a crow as he finds his key and shoves it in the lock, pushing the door open with his shoulder and almost falls through as it opens.
“Come on Rich.” Andrew grasps Richmond’s hand and pulls him inside, shutting the door roughly with his foot. Tugging yet again, he leads Richmond up the stairs and into a tiny little room. It’s painted deep blue with posters and drawings taped and stapled haphazardly about. Andrew kicks the bedroom door shut as well before letting go of Richmond’s hand and plopping heavily onto the single bed to kick off his shoes. “Guh, can’t stand this uniform. Hope you don’t mind if I change.”
“No. Not at all.” Richmond moves to sit next to Andrew.
Richmond watches as Andrew gets up, moving to the CD player to put on the music he’d mentioned earlier. As the song starts up, Richmond’s eyes move to Andrew’s hips, watching as they begin to sway to the beat.
“I love this song.” Andrew muses to himself as he yanks off his shirt and moves to do the same with his trousers, tossing them to the far corner. He walks to a drawer that’s already open and piled high with clothes, obviously the reason it isn’t shut. Pulling out a black shirt and an odd looking pair of black jeans, Andrew moves to stand in front of Richmond. “Hold these, yeah?” He tosses the jeans to Richmond as he pulls on the extremely tight black t-shirt before snatching the jeans back and putting them on as well.
Richmond cocks an eyebrow and smirks at the jeans. “You can fit one of you in just one of the legs and yet the waist is fitted.”
“That’s the style, yeah! At the raves and that.”
“Hmmm...”
“I think you’d look good in em’ too.” Andrew sits next to Richmond and pulls his legs up under himself. Turning, he grabs a small bag from the bedside table and dumps the contents into his lap. “I feel naked with out my eyeliner.” He states as he rummages through the pile of make-up and pulls out a tiny mirror and an eyeliner pencil.
Taking Richmond’s hand, Andrew set the little mirror in his palm. “Hold this up for me. It’s much easier if I got both hands free.”
Richmond does as he’s told and holds the mirror up, watching as Andrew begins to outline each eye in kohl. “Your parents don’t mind that you wear make-up?”
“Nah, they’re into this progressive parenting. Goes along with philosophy I suppose. Don’t want to stifle me, as mum puts it.”
Andrew finishes his eyes just as the song changes. “Oh I love this one. It’s called Glory Box.” Looking at Richmond, Andrew cocks his head. “Bet you’d look good in eyeliner what with how big and blue your eyes are.”
“I--I don’t know. Father wouldn’t like it if I...”
“Pfft, just wash it off before you go home.”
Before Richmond can protest, Andrew’s hand is on his thigh and he’s leaning practically in his lap, eyeliner pencil at the ready. “Is this such a good idea,” he winces, “using make-up after someone else?”
“Just hold still, yeah.” Andrew whispers, face inches away from Richmond’s as he begins lining. The hand on Richmond’s thigh moves up to cup his jaw, holding tightly to steady his head. “Look up... yeah like that.”
Richmond can feel Andrew’s breath against his lips as the other boy works; smells the mint of the gum he’d been chewing mixed with the lip balm on his own lips. It’s intoxicating, the other boys close proximity, the heat of his body, the fingers pressing into his cheek, the rise and fall of the song.
Andrew stops, finished with the task at hand, but doesn’t move away. He drops the pencil to the duvet and takes a deep breath. Suddenly their lips are touching, a quick and chaste kiss, before Andrew pulls back. “S--sorry. I just wanted to see what that would be like.”
“Th--that’s alright.” Richmond stammers out.
And just like that, the moment seems to pass for Andrew. I smile breaks across his face as he hops up and moves to change the CD. “I really want you to hear this band. They’re loud and all, but I like em’ a lot.”
Richmond blinks several times and attempts to steady his heart and breathing as what Andrew says is Nine Inch Nails begins blaring through the speakers. He watches as Andrew begins jumping around the room, talking animatedly about some sick thing he heard the lead singer did this one time while on lots of drugs. Richmond can’t help but laugh and soon enough it’s like the kiss never happened.
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Date: 2011-03-15 04:14 pm (UTC)Defo under represented decade, when you compare it to the 60, 70's and 80's lol...
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