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Tweak says, "wow, fantastic baby"

Marcus Flint (marcedflint) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-09-07 14:03:00

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character: marcus flint, character: roger davies, status: complete

Who: Roger and Marcus
What: Food and convalescing
Where: Roger's flat
When: Immediately following this
Rating: Currently SFW

All in all, Marcus figured that since it could have taken a lot longer to run his errands and get everything he needed, he was making good time by showing up in the early afternoon. Though a part of him would have liked to have been here at the crack of dawn, it was better to have let Roger get as much rest as possible.

He stood in front of the door for a few moments, unsure why it seemed like such a monumental thing to reach up and knock. Once he'd berated himself for being idiotic, he managed to actually to it, making sure that the sound was loud enough to be heard, but not so much so that it would wake someone who was sleeping.

As he waited, Marcus couldn't help tugging down the left sleeve of his shirt, a nervous habit that he didn't realize he had half the time, and got annoyed with half the time he did notice. Letting out a small sigh, he couldn't help running the hand that wasn't currently holding his bag of stuff through his hair, glancing between the floor and the door.

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marcedflint
2014-09-13 02:57 am UTC (link)

With a shake of his head, Marcus commented, "I thought I just said it wasn't a challenge. I mean, I could be wrong, but I'm relatively sure I remember those words coming out of my mouth not that long ago." His tone turned teasing at the end, with another hint of a smile.

Roger's groan sent a shiver that Marcus refused to identify down his spine, and the quiet traitorous corner of his brain committed it to memory while idly wondering how else to get the other man to make that noise again. Ignoring that part of himself, he offer Roger a small, almost shy smile as he said, "Thanks."

Unable to resist, Marcus smirked back at Roger as he said, "Some rules were meant to be broken." He actually felt rather relieved that Roger had made it so that the younger man couldn't see the flush that took over the tips of his ears at that comment, even if he didn't know what to make of it. Seeing as he was certain it wasn't for the reasons he might have privately liked it to be.

Marcus turned his head in Roger's direction, though his eyes stayed on the screen for a moment longer and then snapped over to the younger man. Following his example, he took some food for himself, eating in small careful bites that would ensure he didn't make a mess.

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rogeringdavies
2014-09-13 05:03 am UTC (link)

Roger nodded with a smirk. "I heard the words 'not' and 'challenge' and I knew that I had to do the opposite of what you told me to," he said, with a small laugh. "Besides every male-attracted person on the planet will be staring daggers at me for straddling Witch Weekly's Sexiest Quidditch Player 2003."

He grinned at the older man. "It's decided, do you prefer lasagne, pastitso, or mousasaka? That's what I'm making for you next Sunday. "

Roger snorted, hoping he could play the whole thing off as a joke. "Rules like the one of decency where your rippling muscles give half the team the vapours, Cap? Because that is a rule that the team is happy for you to continue breaking." He sobered and looked over his shoulder seriously. "I am serious though, Ollie and I are always talking about how hard it is to keep the muscle on and you're just there being perfect. It's totally not fair."

He laughed gaily and scooted closer to Marcus, happily eating his curry and rice. "You should try the curry, man," he suggested, before grinning evilly. "That's if you can pull your eyes away from Keira Knightly, or is it Orlando Bloom and Jack Davenport that you're ogling right now?" Yawing slightly, he served himself another bowl of curry and selecting a cheese naan to go with it. He glanced at Marcus who was staring transfixed at Geoffrey Rush's zombie get up, and laughed. Carefully he filled a bowl and pushed it at Marcus. "Here Marc, eat while it's as Orlando shirtless."

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marcedflint
2014-09-13 06:09 am UTC (link)

"I'm never going to live that down, am I," Marcus muttered, though it was far more of a statement than a question. "Besides, you're not really one to talk, are you Mister Wizards Quarterly Man of the Year 2004." It should probably be a little worrisome that he could remember that off the top of his head, but much like they'd done to him, the team had blown up the article and stuck it to the front of Roger's locker and kept it there for a week. It was a little difficult to forget Roger's face winking at him every time he walked through the locker room.

With a small shrug, Marcus answered, "Pastitso or moussaka, I think. I'm taking Pansy out for Italian sometime this week, so lasagne is out."

Rolling his eyes, Marcus snorted lightly. "Perfect is a bit of a stretch." He just worked hard, though more than once he'd actually been kicked out of the team gym because coach thought he was working too hard.

Although he noticed that Roger was suddenly closer than he had been, Marcus didn't pay it much mind, which was actually somehow of an accomplishment on his part. There had been a time when no one would have been able to get within two feet of him without at least an exhausting tension taking over all his muscles. He ignored the comment about ogling, because that was just asking for trouble, though he did lean forward to grab more of the food that was presented. As he sat back, he caught sight of Roger's yawn out of the corner of his eye, and that simple action made it so that the younger man immediately had all of Marcus's attention again. "You doing okay," he asked quietly, the concern evident in his voice. If Roger was getting tired, he most definitely didn't want to impose, even if the television was more than a little entrancing.

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rogeringdavies
2014-09-13 07:08 am UTC (link)

Roger laughed easily. "No, but not any more so than anyone else on the team who's won an award." He looked Marcus up and down pointedly. "Especially when it's definitely deserved. Plus you beat Moon to the post so that must have made it at leas somewhat worth it?" He threw his head back and laughed at the other man's mention of the WQ award. "I still wish you could have been my date to that," he said, still chortling. "Although Penny Dreadful nearly creamed herself writing that exposé about all the sex Ollie and I apparently had with one another at the award

Frowning, he thought for a second, deciding which would be a better meal to make. "How about moussaka? It's never a bad day to get a bit of Greek in you," he mused, before looking at Marcus with a shy smile. "Do you prefer eggplant or potato?"

He snorted and pointed accusingly at the other man's dreamy arms, and then at his stomach. "That," he said, smacking Marcus' taut stomach with his hand for emphasis, "Is the text book definition of perfect. You open Spellman's Dictionary to the entry on perfect and a picture of you with your shirt off appears. Besides, I know for a fact that coach has made you leave the gym before. She even told me to ah," he laughed nervously. "She told either Pod or I to take you home and bed you to help relieve some of your tension. Not that, you know I would ever- because you're not into men- anyway I think she was joking but yes. Fucking potions."

The fact that Marcus didn't tense up as he got closer to him, made Roger feel suddenly bold. Scooting over the final few inches, he stretched tucked his leg under him and rested his head on Marcus' shoulder. "Yeah I'm doing fine," he said, smiling to himself. "Better than fine actually." He watched the movie in companionable silence for several minutes as Marcus finished his food. "So what do you think of the curry," he asked, sighing contentedly. "And what do you think of the movie?"

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marcedflint
2014-09-13 08:08 pm UTC (link)

"There is that," Marcus said with a small nod of his head, because the chance to beat Moon at anything was worth a little embarrassment, and at least he'd been able to mostly laugh it off. And it had been good publicity for the team, so he'd endured the interview and the pictures and the general annoyance that that entire debacle had been. He had to ignore the small, warm weight that settled in his stomach at the concept of being Roger's date to anything, and only the thought of the innumerable problems it would cause kept him from apologizing for having had to turn down that offer at the time. That, and that he actually had had a prior engagement anyway, and it would have been impolite to break those plans for something so frivolous. Shaking his head in amusement at Roger's comment about the reporter, because anyone who knew Oliver Wood in the slightest was aware that he was straighter than a ruler.

The smile he got twisted something in Marcus' gut, even as he answered with a chuckle, "Between those two, I don't think I have a preference."

"That woman needs to mind her own business," he managed to comment after a moment. Marcus couldn't bring himself to correct Roger's assumption about his preferences - he'd only ever admitted that out loud once, and shortly afterwards had found himself entrenched with the Death Eaters and the Mark on his arm. He didn't validate it either though, because he wasn't going to lie.

He did finally tense slightly at the feeling of Roger against his side, though he forced himself to relax with a slow exhale of breath. Out of habit, he tried to turn his head to look at Roger when he spoke, and wound up with a face full of the man's hair instead. Trying not to think about how good the younger man smelled, he answered, "The curry is good. The... movie," again, with his exacting pronunciation of a word he'd never used before, "is very... interesting." And confusing, though he thought he understood most of what was going on.

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rogeringdavies
2014-09-14 04:06 am UTC (link)

Roger grinned at Marcus' set jaw at the mention of beating Moon out for the title. "You're way sexier than Moon," he said with a wink. "I agree with the article when it said that Moon looks like he could take you out for sexually frustrated evening, while you look like you'd wine, dine, and uh," he paused with a smirk. "How did she put it? Oh yes, 'take it to the bedroom and turn every woman into a screamer' wasn't it?" He watched Marcus close his eyes in embarrassment and held up his hands. "Hey it can't be worse than 'Davies is the kind of man we're not afraid to admit we'd cheat on our wives with, only to find out he's been doing our wives as well' can it? That was mildly insulting. Well no, very insulting."

He rolled his eyes and gave Marcus an amused look. "It has either layers of eggplant or layers of potato in it and I was wondering which you'd prefer, silly. Potato just makes it a... well a sort of shepherd's pie without the mashes potato. I was more checking that you didn't object to eggplant."

"She just wanted you to work some steam off. I mean Wright was going around telling everyone that you and her had slept together, so I assumed you wouldn't need any help in that department. Especially not from someone like me," he said with a wry little twist of his mouth, wishing that he could be the type of person that Marcus would fall for. He laughed at a sudden memory and smiled shyly at the older man. "My friend Ben reckons you're gay actually, says his gaydar is one hundred percent accurate. But I think that's less gaydar and more wish-he-was-gaydar."

Roger felt himself relaxing into the other man's shoulder. "Mmhmm," he agreed, with another yawn. "I love their curries. They make me happy." He yawned again. "You make me happy too," he added. Sitting up for a moment, he picked up a cushion and put it in Marcus' lap before resting his head on it and stretching out. He sighed as the muscles in his chest, stomach, and back stretched. "You know if you like these, I could take you to a cinema. Totally blow your mind with Leicester Square."

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marcedflint
2014-09-14 06:13 am UTC (link)

Roger's quotations of that awful article brought back the memories of wanting to hide (ironically enough) in his closet, or somewhere else where no one could bother him. He'd run out of polite ways of saying 'not interested' about a week in. "I couldn't go anywhere for a month after that," he muttered, nearly shuddering at the memories.

Grinning a little at Roger's expression, he said seriously, "I don't know how anyone could object to eggplant. It's the best vegetable ever."

Marcus didn't bother hiding his sneer at that before commenting, "Wright is an idiot, and I would never sleep with her." He couldn't imagine having the desire to do so even if he were attracted to women. If there was a way for him to correct Roger's thinking about Marcus not wanting him... That thought was immediately cut off by Roger's comment about his friend, and he could feel every muscle in his body tense and then freeze, taken by a sudden and almost overwhelming fear of being found out. Letting his breath out in a slow sigh at the end of the statement, he spared half a moment to hope that maybe Roger wouldn't remember this conversation tomorrow, with the potions he was currently on.

He blushed fiercely again when the younger man said he made him happy, which would hopefully go unnoticed with the rearranging he was doing. Once Roger was settled, Marcus couldn't quite figure out figure out what to do with his hands, since the other man was now occupying the space where his right arm had been. Awkwardly leaning back against the sofa and resting his arm across the back of the cushions, he said, "I don't know what mean, but sure."

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rogeringdavies
2014-09-14 06:41 am UTC (link)

Roger bumped his shoulder against Marcus' gently. "Hey it's not all bad. At least you didn't have the mortification of being asked to be part of multiple threesomes with older, and Marc I mean older fans. Those memories will haunt me forever."

He looked at Marcus solemnly for a moment, then hugged him. "My Greek heritage salutes you, Cap."

He felt a rush of warmth in his belly and he smiled beatifically at Marcus. "I knew she was lying," he said, possibly far more happily than was warranted. He was so happy, he didn't even notice the way Marcus froze up at the mention of Ben. "I bet she was just doing it to get attention, or try and capitalise on your fame." He shook his head and frowned. "Stupid cow," he added viciously.

He looked up Marcus arms, spread out in a classic 'receiving a blow job on the couch from the milkman' position found abundantly in porn, and smiled. "You don't have to be so uncomfortable, you can even massage my head if you like. Melly does that for me all the time, sends me straight to sleep." He closed his eyes blissfully as Marcus' fingers hesitantly stroked his head. "Holy Rowena that' good," he sighed, opening his eyes to see a fight scene on the television. "A cinema is like a room, where they basically project giant versions of this onto a wall," he said helpfully. "I think I should totally take you out for Muggle London experience, what do you say?"

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marcedflint
2014-09-14 07:18 am UTC (link)

Offering Roger a small smile, he conceded, "I suppose you have a point there." He hoped his small snort of amusement was enough to cover the way he'd taken advantage of Roger's hug to get another whiff of the man's scent, feeling slightly guilty about doing so but unable to stop himself nevertheless.

"I don't care why she was lying, but she won't be doing so again," Marcus muttered, playing on having a very stern conversation the next day.

Relaxing a little at Roger's words, he reached out for the other man tentatively, his short hair ridiculously soft beneath his fingertips. He chuckled briefly at the exclamation, before being pleasantly surprised by the offer. It was an intriguing concept, and one he wasn't at all averse to. "I don't see why not," he said quietly, suddenly curious about what all exactly there would be to see.

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rogeringdavies
2014-09-14 01:37 pm UTC (link)

Roger grinned devilishly. "I usually do," was all the said, enjoying the feel of Marcus against him.

He almost felt bad for the woman. Almost. But the prospect of Marcus not having had sex with her was far too appealing for him to get too worked up.

Contented and relaxed, Roger drifted off to sleep. He was vaguely aware of clinging to Marcus like a limpet as he carried Roger into his room. He wasn't aware of how long Marcus had to lie beside him until he finally loosened his death grip on the poor man. He also wasn't aware of how long it took Marcus to figure out how to turn the television off, though he would have laughed had he known.

When he woke up, there was a note, and he was alone. He stared at the note for a long time before deciding to go drown and have a long shower.

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