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halfbloodlestrade:

You’re a bit full of yourself.

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It’s a really long story that I don’t want to get into. But people can be forgiven.

You’ve just noticed?

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Huh.  I’m never around when the really interesting stuff happens.  But seriously, you okay, mate?  I’m here for you, whatever you need: sex, booze, more sex…

Drinking is bad for Idiots || John & Gwaine || Past Para

still-had-trust-issues:

John made a face at the other moving his hair, but at least he wasn’t ruffling it. And Gwaine’s hands were cool, so it actually felt nice. 

John could feel the heat rising between them. It was somewhere between pleasant and overwhelming, but the cold of the room on his back made it very unappealing to leave. And Gwaine was actually nice to see in this light and angle. Plus, for some odd reason, he actually was making John feel somewhat better. At least he was being distracting enough while being annoying—so much that John didn’t have to think about his ex. 

He blinked, trying to figure out what Gwaine said. When it finally processed, he laughed. “There’s no hay here.” He said obviously. “There is a sofa and a rug in front of the fire, though. Or a bed.”

Gwaine could barely believe his eyes - er, ears.  John was agreeing to fool around with him?  He struggled to get them flipped over again so that he was the one on top and smirked.  ”I don’t think my room mates would appreciate waking up to us doing it.  Why don’t we just stay here?”  He ended his sentence with a well-timed bite to John’s earlobe.  It was amazing how coordinated he became once sex was imminent.

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halfbloodlestrade:

Keep thinking that.

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Oh, right, you weren’t here. Long story short, Sherlock faked his death and then came back.

Oh, I don’t think it, I know it.

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Of course he would, the confusing bastard.  I didn’t think John would be one to take that kind of bullshit, though.

Drinking is bad for Idiots || John & Gwaine || Past Para

still-had-trust-issues:

John felt his face heat up at how close Gwaine was, and how much he was touching him, though it could have been caused by the alcohol (which also would explain why Gwaine looked so pretty up close). 

He glared as the other kept calling him cute and treated him like he was a kid. Well, he was young, sure, but not a kid. Kids couldn’t stand on their own or take care of themselves. And John was more than capable of all of that. 

A bit annoyed with the weight that Gwaine was putting on him, John pushed him over so he was on his back. He leaned over Gwaine, keeping them close. Mostly, it was because it hadn’t been able to sit up straight. The other part was that he hoped Gwaine might stay still if he was pinned a bit better. “You tell me how to fix it, and I’ll change.” He said, though there wasn’t as much coldness in his voice. 

Gwaine slowly brought up a hand to John’s face to get rid of an annoying strand of hair that had fallen sideways.  The hand that was now touching John could feel his rising temperature.  It must have been because of the alcohol.

John really was cute, but Gwaine was thinking of John as anything but a kid.  He knew well that the other boy was a year older but sometimes forgot that fact in the light of his short stature and the vulnerable expression he was sporting at that exact moment.

When John pushed him over, it was a pleasant but jarring surprise.  They were in a very compromising position now, and Gwaine was almost suffocated by the amount of heat they were both producing.  He waved away the action as a lack of balance on John’s part and enjoyed the proximity.  ”A roll in the hay always does me some good,” Gwaine mumbled suggestively, though it came out more garbled than he intended.

What do you want?

lucifermalak:

Don’t call me Luci. Maybe then I’ll try to get used to you so that I can just ignore you.

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You are in no way sorry. [sighs exasperatedly] You’ve probably been punched in every way possible as well. Good. I like being no fun. It means that you’ll stay away from me. No, this break, as annoying as it is, is perfectly fine with me. I can imagine what sort of break you’d like, and that is not going to happen.

Mmm, no.  Luci is just fine.

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[puts up his hands] You’ve got me.  If you insist on being no fun, I’ll just have to annoy you until you give me what I want.  You don’t want that, now do you, Luci?  Oh, can you?  You should tell me what exactly I’d like.

God, my head

michaelmalak:

Hm. No, that’s not it. That’s definitely not even close.

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…I don’t know which part of that sentence to take more issue with. 

Come on, you don’t have to keep denying it.

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Don’t take issue with any of it.  Just ride the Gwaine train.  [bursts out in laughter]

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halfbloodlestrade:

I mean, if that’s what you want to call it..

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No, we haven’t been for a bit now. He’s with Sherlock now, which should be a bit obvious, I guess. But I’m okay.

[gasps with fake hurt] Of course I’m suave, Greg.  I’m as smooth as butter.

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Er… pardon me for saying this, but I never understood why John left Sherlock in the first place.

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still-had-trust-issues:

[pretends to shiver] Oh, thank God. I’d have nightmares for weeks from that. 

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Well, it’s annoying. Of all creatures, I don’t want to be a badger at all. It’s like me calling you an ass. Well, that’s somewhat accurate though. 

Oh, I’m sure there’s a line of people behind you. [swats away his hand and fixes his hair] You’re always too excessive. 

Hey!  That was offensive - I’m offended.

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Oh, come off it, John.  Just let me call you what I want.  Humour me.

Yeah, well, I’m the most lovable of them all, right?  [Grins expectantly]

Drinking is bad for Idiots || John & Gwaine || Past Para

still-had-trust-issues:

John glanced over at him, frowning. Gwaine was wrong: he needed someone to be happy. He needed to feel needed and wanted and to be able to make someone happy. That was what he needed. But he still found himself chuckling softly at Gwaine’s face—whatever the hell it was he was trying to express. 

"Only to you." He said, watching Gwaine for a bit. It was interesting how touchy and close he was, even when he probably thought that John hated him a lot (which he didn’t but Gwaine was good at being annoying). 

He pulled away slightly as the other got close, but it didn’t really put that much of a distance between them. He looked at Gwane uneasily, not really sure himself. No. He was hurting and he was mad and he was alone. He never wanted to be alone or left, and yet here he was. Again and again. What was the point in putting effort in things, in getting his heart into it, when they all ended the same? “… no, I’m not.” He said softly. 

It was strange, but seeing John so vulnerable like this made Gwaine feel uneasy.  When the smaller boy frowned even deeper, he shook his head loosely and put his forehead to John’s.  ”I need you to cheer up, you mis’rable bloke,”  He sighed, poking at John’s cheeks.  ”You don’t look half as cute when you make that sad little face of yours.”  When he finally got a small chuckle in return, Gwaine beamed.

Though John probably hated him, Gwaine loved to push his buttons, even when drunk.  At John’s retort, Gwaine grinned and ruffled his hair.  “‘s cute when you act all mean like that.”  

When John began to pull away, Gwaine made a small protesting noise and moved himself closer.  It was quite cold in the room, even with the fire burning behind them.  In response to John’s quiet confession, he made a tutting noise and poked the other boy on the nose.  ”Y’ shouldn’t be like that, Watson.  Depressed as hell ain’t a good color on ya.”

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still-had-trust-issues:

Sucks to be you, doesn’t it?

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I’m trying to avoid everyone thinking I’m a kid! And you’re not helping! Stop calling me a badger, dammit!

Fall off a cliff and die, Gwaine. 

No, sucks to be you.  You could be getting some of this - [runs his hands down the front of his shirt] - but you can’t.

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Hey, I never said you were a kid, just a badger.  I’m sure you can regain your street cred somehow.  Never, John.  Never.

Well, if I did that, then who would be around to annoy you?  [ruffles John’s hair affectionately]