This has taken way too long to fill, but the right idea didn't come to me until tonight. I'm gonna finish this tomorrow or the day after, but I wanted to get this first bit up cause I had fun with it.
The conversation happens after the first episode in the City of Brass, one of those stupid post-game talks when they really should be getting home to sleep but instead find themselves at a bar near the studio, trying to get themselves un-keyed-up enough to actually get a bit of rest. It's hard to sleep after a show, but a beer and a talk always helps, even if it means putting off the actual sleeping.
Sam makes some joke about slaves and chains and shades of a color which shall not be named, and then Liam, in a classic-Liam moment of foolish honesty, asks, "But, like... have you ever tried it?" There's a moment of quiet. "I mean, I haven't," he says, filling the silence. Sam's got that inscrutable look on. "But I can't say I've never thought about it. You know?" He fills his mouth with beer so he can't say any more.
It's not like they don't talk about sex - sometimes it's all they talk about. Sometimes it's all they do, if it's that kinda night. They're - what was it again? - they're beautiful beings expressing themselves freely or whatever, and neither of them has ever felt the need to stick to one gender or to one partner. Neither have their wives, fortunately, so it works out. It's a thing, but it's not a thing. And they've never talked about this, about control and the ceding of it and how Liam's always had that itch of curiosity in the back of his mind.
"No," Sam says finally, and Liam deflates a little, "I haven't tried it." He gets that shit-eating grin on. "But I can't say I've never thought about it," he echoes slyly. He lets the moment hang a little, then dramatically proclaims, "And then I walk away." and makes as if to get up from his stool. Liam claps his hand down over Sam's where it's about to press up off the bar. Sam's fingers twitch a little under his; his pinky curls up and around Liam's index finger. He sits back down and turns toward him.
"Seriously," Liam says. "You wanna try?"
"We're not in our 20s anymore, kid," Sam drawls. "One of us might pull something." He doesn't move his hand, though. Liam keeps the pressure going just a little. It feels good, in a weird way.
"We can still learn some new tricks." Liam pulls his hand back, swipes it back through his hair. "We'll do a podcast about it, really get the fanart flowin'. How about it?" Sam's grin would look demure if the guy was capable of such a thing. He angles his head, then nods.
"Yeah, okay. I'll pencil you in sometime for 'kinky shit'."
"I'll pencil you in for 'kinky shit'", Liam/Sam, NC-17, 1/?
The conversation happens after the first episode in the City of Brass, one of those stupid post-game talks when they really should be getting home to sleep but instead find themselves at a bar near the studio, trying to get themselves un-keyed-up enough to actually get a bit of rest. It's hard to sleep after a show, but a beer and a talk always helps, even if it means putting off the actual sleeping.
Sam makes some joke about slaves and chains and shades of a color which shall not be named, and then Liam, in a classic-Liam moment of foolish honesty, asks, "But, like... have you ever tried it?" There's a moment of quiet. "I mean, I haven't," he says, filling the silence. Sam's got that inscrutable look on. "But I can't say I've never thought about it. You know?" He fills his mouth with beer so he can't say any more.
It's not like they don't talk about sex - sometimes it's all they talk about. Sometimes it's all they do, if it's that kinda night. They're - what was it again? - they're beautiful beings expressing themselves freely or whatever, and neither of them has ever felt the need to stick to one gender or to one partner. Neither have their wives, fortunately, so it works out. It's a thing, but it's not a thing. And they've never talked about this, about control and the ceding of it and how Liam's always had that itch of curiosity in the back of his mind.
"No," Sam says finally, and Liam deflates a little, "I haven't tried it." He gets that shit-eating grin on. "But I can't say I've never thought about it," he echoes slyly. He lets the moment hang a little, then dramatically proclaims, "And then I walk away." and makes as if to get up from his stool. Liam claps his hand down over Sam's where it's about to press up off the bar. Sam's fingers twitch a little under his; his pinky curls up and around Liam's index finger. He sits back down and turns toward him.
"Seriously," Liam says. "You wanna try?"
"We're not in our 20s anymore, kid," Sam drawls. "One of us might pull something." He doesn't move his hand, though. Liam keeps the pressure going just a little. It feels good, in a weird way.
"We can still learn some new tricks." Liam pulls his hand back, swipes it back through his hair. "We'll do a podcast about it, really get the fanart flowin'. How about it?" Sam's grin would look demure if the guy was capable of such a thing. He angles his head, then nods.
"Yeah, okay. I'll pencil you in sometime for 'kinky shit'."