Post by HailStorm on Sept 20, 2006 18:55:32 GMT -5
Title: 'Big Boy Underwear'
Summary: The past is remembered, much to the amusement of Marshall and the annoyance of Lucas. (Shortish One-shot.)
Warnings/rating: PG-13ish, SLASH! Most deffinitely, unambiguously m/m slash. Not super graphic though. Implied partial nudity. If you're all like "Oh noes! Gays!" then that's your problem, not mine, just click the back button and do not read.
Pairings: Marshall/Lucas
Disclaimer: I don't own BHH. This is a good thing because nobody would watch it if I did. It's all Jim's.
Author notes: It's about time we had some more proper slash! (rather than my namby -pamby pre-slash/implied slash/all in the mind slash) I wanted to write something a bit cute and a bit funny involving the Who incident ("Your first pair of big boy underwear!") and M/L
Lucas gently tightened his grip around Marshall’s torso to bring the pair closer together again. And once again their lips met for the… well, he hadn’t been counting the kisses but if he had he would probably have lost count. It was pretty ironic, he thought to himself, that he’d always been so careful and shy around girls, not even really being there to experience his own first kiss. Now, what had started as a sudden, confusing moment (Marshall had come back from Europe, they’d been so happy to see each other… a hug went on too long, their faces were just a bit too close… if they’d tried to resist the urge to kiss they probably would have broken their necks) had more than made up for lost time. And it was getting less confusing every second. Lucas pulled away for a moment. Marshall grinned. And then for no apparent reason, the grin became a guffaw.
“What?” Marshall looked away, trying to stifle the small laugh.
“Nothing… nothing.” He leaned in to kiss Lucas again but as he got within a millimetre of the other boy’s lips he stifled a laugh again.
“What?”
“It’s nothing, really”
“Really? Then why can’t you look at me without giggling?” Marshall turned his eyes to Lucas’s increasingly annoyed face. And giggled again.
“Do I have to kick you out? I swear I’ll just push you out into the hall in the state you’re in and you’ll have to think up a really inventive excuse to explain it to your mom…” This had at least a small sobering effect.
“Well…” said Marshall, fingers brushing the waist band of Lucas’s slightly embarrassing but somehow endearing solar system-themed boxers, “do you remember ages ago, back at school, when Z lost his memory?” Lucas frowned, not seeing the relevance.
“When he thought he was a 7 year old again, something like that?”
“Yes. And we talked about Islands of Memory?”
“Yes.”
“Um. Your Island of Memory was your first pair of ‘big boy underwear’?”
“Yes.” Lucas bristled slightly – he’d endured weeks of torment for that little slip. Marshall couldn’t meet his eye again.
“I said Yes, Marshall…”
“Well… whenever you’re just in your boxers, I can’t help but think of them as your ‘big boy underpants’…” His apologetic smile was met with a glare that could burn through reinforced concrete.
“Oh come on, Lucas, it is at least a little funny…” Lucas untangled his arms in order to cross them across his chest in his standard gesture for ‘not amused in the slightest’. But he knew that sooner or later Marshall’s charm tactics could not fail to put a dent in his defences.
“Just don’t do it again.” He said firmly as he slid his arms back around Marshall’s torso.
“You’re so cute, you know” Marshall replied, with far too much of the knowing smile left in his voice and on his face.
“And.” Lucas feigned a snarl, “Don’t ever call me cute.”
Fin.
(if you liked it, please review. If you didn't like it, well yah-boo sucks to you... but review anyway and point out my mistakes
Constructive criticism is always welcome.)
Summary: The past is remembered, much to the amusement of Marshall and the annoyance of Lucas. (Shortish One-shot.)
Warnings/rating: PG-13ish, SLASH! Most deffinitely, unambiguously m/m slash. Not super graphic though. Implied partial nudity. If you're all like "Oh noes! Gays!" then that's your problem, not mine, just click the back button and do not read.
Pairings: Marshall/Lucas
Disclaimer: I don't own BHH. This is a good thing because nobody would watch it if I did. It's all Jim's.
Author notes: It's about time we had some more proper slash! (rather than my namby -pamby pre-slash/implied slash/all in the mind slash) I wanted to write something a bit cute and a bit funny involving the Who incident ("Your first pair of big boy underwear!") and M/L
Lucas gently tightened his grip around Marshall’s torso to bring the pair closer together again. And once again their lips met for the… well, he hadn’t been counting the kisses but if he had he would probably have lost count. It was pretty ironic, he thought to himself, that he’d always been so careful and shy around girls, not even really being there to experience his own first kiss. Now, what had started as a sudden, confusing moment (Marshall had come back from Europe, they’d been so happy to see each other… a hug went on too long, their faces were just a bit too close… if they’d tried to resist the urge to kiss they probably would have broken their necks) had more than made up for lost time. And it was getting less confusing every second. Lucas pulled away for a moment. Marshall grinned. And then for no apparent reason, the grin became a guffaw.
“What?” Marshall looked away, trying to stifle the small laugh.
“Nothing… nothing.” He leaned in to kiss Lucas again but as he got within a millimetre of the other boy’s lips he stifled a laugh again.
“What?”
“It’s nothing, really”
“Really? Then why can’t you look at me without giggling?” Marshall turned his eyes to Lucas’s increasingly annoyed face. And giggled again.
“Do I have to kick you out? I swear I’ll just push you out into the hall in the state you’re in and you’ll have to think up a really inventive excuse to explain it to your mom…” This had at least a small sobering effect.
“Well…” said Marshall, fingers brushing the waist band of Lucas’s slightly embarrassing but somehow endearing solar system-themed boxers, “do you remember ages ago, back at school, when Z lost his memory?” Lucas frowned, not seeing the relevance.
“When he thought he was a 7 year old again, something like that?”
“Yes. And we talked about Islands of Memory?”
“Yes.”
“Um. Your Island of Memory was your first pair of ‘big boy underwear’?”
“Yes.” Lucas bristled slightly – he’d endured weeks of torment for that little slip. Marshall couldn’t meet his eye again.
“I said Yes, Marshall…”
“Well… whenever you’re just in your boxers, I can’t help but think of them as your ‘big boy underpants’…” His apologetic smile was met with a glare that could burn through reinforced concrete.
“Oh come on, Lucas, it is at least a little funny…” Lucas untangled his arms in order to cross them across his chest in his standard gesture for ‘not amused in the slightest’. But he knew that sooner or later Marshall’s charm tactics could not fail to put a dent in his defences.
“Just don’t do it again.” He said firmly as he slid his arms back around Marshall’s torso.
“You’re so cute, you know” Marshall replied, with far too much of the knowing smile left in his voice and on his face.
“And.” Lucas feigned a snarl, “Don’t ever call me cute.”
Fin.
(if you liked it, please review. If you didn't like it, well yah-boo sucks to you... but review anyway and point out my mistakes
Constructive criticism is always welcome.)
