Who: Puck and Elton What: What the FUCK, man? DDD: Where: The shared condo When: Saturday Warnings: Argumentative! Grrr!
Elton sprawled out on the couch, beer in one hand, and a tennis ball in the other that he would roll across the floor for Elvis to chase. There was nothing on TV, so he'd turned it off, and it was too much trouble to get up and look for some decent music to listen to.
Sigh. He took a sip of beer, closed his eyes, and rolled the ball towards the kitchen. Yawn.
"You are a boring lad." Bouncing up onto the back of the couch, Puck hung over it to smirk at Elton. "Lazy ass chap."
He stuck his tongue out at Puck, or at least in the direction he assume the other man was in, and took another drink as Elvis scrabbled back into the room and pushed the soggy ball back into his hand.
"You could always help me fix that, you know. I'm open for suggestions."
"How am I supposed to fix your laziness?" queried the shorter man, cocking up one fuzzy eyebrow. He smiled toward Elvis and gave him a pat on the head. Good doggy!
"I'll have you know I spent most of my day yelling at contractors. I'm entitled to be lazy now." Hmph. He rolled the ball again. Fetch!
Puck rolled his eyes and pitched forward, rolling to sit on top of the blondie's stomach.
Ooof! "Hey! Careful! You're not exactly light, you know..." He tried to squirm free as best he could with both hands full, but it wasn't verry effective.
The Brit snorted. "I'm just a little 'un!" Sheesh. But just to add insult to injury, he sprawled out, wriggling.
"Just because your short doesn't mean your light and dainty, *lad*." He disposed of Elvis's ball again, and then somehow managed to get his beer onto the coffee table without spilling before slipping his arms around Puck's shoulders.
Hmph. Might as well make the best of things, hm?
Puck arched an eyebrow again, this time not in snarkiness but surprise. "Gettin' comfy?"
"Why yes, I am. Is there a problem?" He reached up to ruffle Puck's hair.
Puck fought the instinct to purr at the petting-- er, ruffling. "Thought I was fat."
"I didn't say fat. I said heavy." He smirked, and lifted his head off the arm of the couch to kiss Puck's nose.
Puck blinked, then smirked. Whoa, this was going somewhere he hadn't expected...
Or was it? It could go either way, really.
He let his head fall back again, still smirking. "Not so bad, I guess."
"Is D not keeping you happy, blondie?" chuckled Puck, grinning like a fox.
Elton pouted. "When he's not here? No. No he's not. It's not fair." Poutyface.
"Poor boy~" cooed Puck not so sarcastically with a roll of the eyes.
"I know~ I miss him~" D'aw. How sad. He tightened his arms around Puck a little. Nuzzle.
"Where's he at, anyway?" Though not that he cared much. He accepted the snuggling, burrowing into Elton's chest.
"Some stupid meeting for work or whatever..." Though somehow, at this point, he felt as though he couldn't exactly trust that explanation. He was probably just being paranoid though...
Puck wondered, but kept his thoughts to himself as well. "What are you gonna do in the mean time, then?"
"Pout about it." And to help illustrate his point, he stuck his bottom lip out a little further. Wah.
Grinning, Puck growled and took the lip between his teeth. No pouting when he was around!
Unexpected, surely, but nothing he had to put a stop to just yet. They were still, as far as he was concerned, a safe distance away from that fine line he wasn't sure he wanted to cross or not. "Mmm~"
The little man grinned before releasing the lip. "There. Now you can't pout anymore."
"I could. I'm very good at it~" Ask...anyone, really. Especially his sist--- Wait a minute. He'd almost completely forgotten.
His eyes narrowed, and he shifted as if he might roll himself off the couch just to get Puck off him. "You! You slept with my sister!"
Puck squeaked as he went flying through the air, and then groaned when he landed on his back. "Owww... wha?"
Elton sat up, and glared down at the other man. "You took advantage of my sister! She was traumatized and you slept with her anyway!"
"Hey!" Where the hell had this conversation turned?! "She didn't say no! Trust me, I listen for that! And how the hell was she traumatized, looked fine to me," he grumbled.
GLARE! "Believe me, she was, and I'm not going to give you gorey details because it's none of your business!" He stood, clenching his fists. Sure, he wasn't going to do anything drastic, but he had to do his duty as a big brother and be outraged.
"Well then I'm not to blame, 'cause she didn't jump up and yell, 'Oh please, I'm traumatized!' when she was taking off her shirt!" yelled Puck right back, sitting up and folding his arms. "I'm sorry then. But not for sleepin' with her! I didn't know so there."
"Oh yeah, that's real smart; everyone should announce things like that. Makes perfect sense. Why didn't I think of it?" Scowl. "You just keep your hands off my sister...ANY of my sisters, from now on, got it?"
"That's not fair!" Puck cried. "You don't get to say if I sleep with 'em or not! That's up to them, ya misogyner-- miso-- whatever!"
"They're my sisters, and I'll be DAMNED if I let you fool around with them just because you're BORED! The next time you feel the urge to get one naked, it better be for more thanjust a quick fuck, or so help me you won't be having sex with ANYTHING ever again!" Grr.
"Oh like you're one to talk, golden boy, you were just hugging onto me like your Viagra was wearin' off!" Puck sat back, chest heaving from yelling. He was too old for this shit. "Cocktease."
"That is completely different." And it was. Somehow. It'd come to him. It wasn't about his sisters, for one, as none of them were involved, so it was definitely different. "And it's not like you're *special* or anything; anyone who goes near them gets the same speech. Fucking triple for D because he thinks he's so clever." Snort.
"You don't want D to have sex with women?" Puck started laughing, and then found he couldn't stop. "Oh god. You're serious. So serious! I-- oh god, I'm going to die from the laughter."
Elton rolled his eyes. "He can screw as many women as he wants as long as they aren't my sisters. Which part of that is too complicated for you to understand, furball?" Honestly.
Puck rolled his eyes right back and growled, getting up to dust himself off. "Whatever, bipolar jerk. Sheesh." He walked off to go get himself a sandwich. All this bitching was making him hungry.
HMPH. Fine. Laugh and walk away. He plopped back down on the couch and grabbed his beer. GRUMBLE.
Summary: Pan and Apollo hang out and... bicker. They don't even know who each other is and they STILL FIGHT. XDD THEIR LUV IS SO TRU.