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tammaiyaTitle: You Like Boys
Rating: R (M/MA for us Aussies)
Fandom: Nip/Tuck
Pairing: Christian/Sean
Genre: Um. Angst. Sort of romance.
Notes: Have entirely screwed around with the series continuity. Don't care. I hope you like it. *grin*
Summary: Set after the episode with the prostitute. Christian is getting drunk on vodka.
The only reason he couldn’t get it up was because she was ugly as sin, which was the biggest lie he’d ever heard, and he shouldn’t get drunk because it led to all the wrong kinds of thoughts, like the time with Julia.
“You like boys.”
Knocking back the last of his vodka faster than was wise, Christian flopped backwards onto his bed with a scowl. Him, like boys? Bullshit. He was a playboy, dammit. He had slept with how many gorgeous women? Christian did not do guys.
Well, except for once or twice, but you could hardly blame him. He was drunk, it was dark, they were feminine…
This wasn’t just justification. Really.
He didn’t know where that bitch of a prostitute got off saying things like that to him. Last time he’d checked, it wasn’t the way to get on a guy’s good side. Besides, it had nothing to do with him. The only reason he couldn’t get it up was because she was ugly as sin, which was the biggest lie he’d ever heard, and he shouldn’t get drunk because it led to all the wrong kinds of thoughts, like the time with Julia.
He couldn’t think straight, and that was exactly the wrong wording, because all his thoughts were running into each other in a steady stream and he couldn’t help but remember when Julia had said the same thing.
“You like boys, don’t you?”
Which had struck the exact wrong chord in him, because it was really bad timing. He’d been friends with Sean forever, it sometimes seemed, and Sean knew Christian better than any other person. Not like now. They still knew everything about each other but they were always fighting, almost hating each other half the time.
He could practically pinpoint the moment when things had started to go downhill. Was it when he and Sean had kissed after a drunken celebration over getting good marks? He had freaked a bit afterwards, because he was straight, he was straight and he wasn’t going to be like that old bastard and don’t think about that. That was why he shouldn’t get drunk- he did things he shouldn’t do and thought things he didn’t want to think. They hadn’t talked about it, though, and it was all okay until Julia said what she did.
He’d all but physically shoved Sean away from him, dropped Julia like a hot potato and pushed the two of them together. Julia had been annoyed but she got over it. Sean was a much more considerate boyfriend than Christian, after all. Sean, on the other hand, had been hurt and confused. No big deal, right? Sean would survive, and if it created a little distance between them so much the better. Guys weren’t meant to be that close.
He didn’t care seeing them together, either. Didn’t bother him at all.
He wanted what they had back. Hell, he probably didn’t deserve it- he was a bastard, and proud of it, too. But he was trying, for Sean, because while he was straight and he absolutely did not want to sleep with him, but he still wanted the friendship back.
Methinks the man doth protest too much, a niggling voice piped up in the back of him mind, and Christian sighed. He hated himself, sometimes.
Yes, okay. He could admit that there had been moments of sexual tension between them, both recently and in the past. He could admit that Sean had turned him on sometimes, like when they kissed. Christian winced as he recalled the fight after Sean’s “mid-life crisis”, where he had been torn between decking the fucker and jumping him. Okay, so maybe Sean still turned him on sometimes.
The point was, it didn’t mean anything. Sean had sometimes joked that Christian could get turned on by a bloody rock if he stared at it long enough, and hey, was it his fault he had a sensual nature? He could be attracted to anything. Didn’t matter so long as he had no desire to act on it. He was still straight.
He carefully ignored the fact that Julia and the prostitute had done nothing for him, that Sean had. He especially ignored the fact that he actually did have the desire to act on his attraction for Sean, because that was really dangerous.
Throwing down another shot of vodka, Christian found that it was a lot harder to ignore the above than he thought it would be. If he was seriously contemplating sex with Sean as a good thing, he decided, then shit, he was definitely way too drunk.
He was reaching for the phone before he realised what he was doing, and started dialling while his brain caught up with the rest of him. This was a very, very bad idea, but he was completely pissed and he’d never been particularly good at self-restraint anyway, so why the hell not?
“Hello?” a woman answered, voice dry and sleepy. Julia. Christian should probably feel bad about waking her up at, what, 3 am? He’s never felt much of a need for a conscience, though. In fact, he feels vindictively fun for ruining her sleep. It’s her fault everything went wrong.
“Hey, Julia. Is Sean there?” Christian asked, or he thought he did, but it was probably a lot more incoherent than that.
Julia paused to translate this in her head, and sighed. She contemplated pointing out that it was hideously early in the morning or late at night, depending on your point of view, but he was drunk. It probably wouldn’t make much sense to him. “Hi Christian. I’ll just get him, hang on a second.”
Eventually, Sean picked up. “Christian? What’s wrong?” Less than five minutes, Christian marvelled. Sean must have thought it was an emergency.
“Hey Sean,” he slurred. “I wanted to talk to you.”
Short, disapproving pause. “You’re drunk.”
“Yeah,” Christian sniggered. “You should join me.”
“What the hell are you doing, Christian?” Sean muttered. “I can’t even remember the last time you got yourself this smashed.”
“You should try it,” Christian insisted. “C’mon, come over here and get drunk with me. Like old times.”
Sean was tempted, briefly, but there were a million and one reasons why it wasn’t a good thing to do, and he was pretty sure that Christian would be all right. “No, Christian. You should go sleep it off, you’re going to have a killer of a hangover in the morning.”
“I wanna fuck you,” Christian said, clearly as he was able.
Sean froze, almost dropping the phone and glad he was sitting down. “What?”
“I. Want. To fuck you.” Christian repeated slowly.
Shit, this was surreal. Was he still asleep, having some kind of bizarre dream? “You’re straight.”
“Yeah. And I want to fuck you.”
He’d forgotten how single-minded a drunk Christian could be. “In case you’ve forgotten, Christian, I’m not a woman.”
“So? Don’t care. It was good between us when were kids. Be even better now.”
He just had to bring that up, didn’t he. “That was years ago! Everything is different now, and besides, you’re drunk. You don’t know what you want.” The bitterness had crept into the last part, despite Sean’s best efforts.
“It’s still there,” Christian purred, and Sean swallowed, finding his mouth dry. That was Christian on the prowl, out to seduce, and Sean had always managed to avoid being on the receiving end before. He didn’t want to be another notch on Christian’s bedpost, and he was suddenly glad that there was a phone line and a lot of distance between them.
“I know you can feel it too, Sean.”
Sean wished that Christian hadn’t drawn his name out like that, and was trying to remind himself exactly why he was not going to go over there and let Christian screw him. He was married, and okay, his marriage was failing, but… this was not the right train of thought. Even better reason: he wasn’t about to let Christian use him and dump him, because it would hurt.
“No. I don’t know what you’re talking about, Christian. Go to sleep.”
Christian smirked triumphantly. Sean’s voice wasn’t quite so steady as the other may have liked, and this worked to his advantage. “I know you want me.”
Sean gritted his teeth. “Whether I do or don’t is irrelevant. I’m married, you’re straight, and you’re also incredibly inebriated. I’m hanging up now, Christian. I’ll see you in the morning, and I hope your hangover makes you suffer. Good bye.”
Slamming the phone down on the hook, Sean glared at it for a second before wiping a hand wearily across his eyes. If he didn’t know what Christian was like, if he didn’t know that he’d have forgotten about it in the wake of his self-induced pain, then maybe he would be afraid. Christian was like a wild cat when it came to seduction, stalking his prey before pouncing at the least expected moment, and he always won. He always dropped his victim the morning after, too.
Just as well for Sean that he was spared that fate, and why was it so hard to convince himself?
“Bastard,” he murmured, entirely without conviction.
Staring blankly at the phone ringing engaged in his hand, Christian blinked and slowly started to grin. If Sean wanted to put up a fight, that was fine with him. Or maybe it would be, if Christian were at all likely to go for the hunt.
He knew they wouldn’t talk about it tomorrow. He’d regret it in the morning, he was almost certain, and after he regained his common sense, he’d probably freak out. Drunk as he was, he thought that was a pity.
Too bad sober meant straight, because chasing Sean would be fun. Nothing else was a challenge, anymore.
Still… there was always a chance that maybe one day he’d do something about it.
Maybe.
Rating: R (M/MA for us Aussies)
Fandom: Nip/Tuck
Pairing: Christian/Sean
Genre: Um. Angst. Sort of romance.
Notes: Have entirely screwed around with the series continuity. Don't care. I hope you like it. *grin*
Summary: Set after the episode with the prostitute. Christian is getting drunk on vodka.
The only reason he couldn’t get it up was because she was ugly as sin, which was the biggest lie he’d ever heard, and he shouldn’t get drunk because it led to all the wrong kinds of thoughts, like the time with Julia.
“You like boys.”
Knocking back the last of his vodka faster than was wise, Christian flopped backwards onto his bed with a scowl. Him, like boys? Bullshit. He was a playboy, dammit. He had slept with how many gorgeous women? Christian did not do guys.
Well, except for once or twice, but you could hardly blame him. He was drunk, it was dark, they were feminine…
This wasn’t just justification. Really.
He didn’t know where that bitch of a prostitute got off saying things like that to him. Last time he’d checked, it wasn’t the way to get on a guy’s good side. Besides, it had nothing to do with him. The only reason he couldn’t get it up was because she was ugly as sin, which was the biggest lie he’d ever heard, and he shouldn’t get drunk because it led to all the wrong kinds of thoughts, like the time with Julia.
He couldn’t think straight, and that was exactly the wrong wording, because all his thoughts were running into each other in a steady stream and he couldn’t help but remember when Julia had said the same thing.
“You like boys, don’t you?”
Which had struck the exact wrong chord in him, because it was really bad timing. He’d been friends with Sean forever, it sometimes seemed, and Sean knew Christian better than any other person. Not like now. They still knew everything about each other but they were always fighting, almost hating each other half the time.
He could practically pinpoint the moment when things had started to go downhill. Was it when he and Sean had kissed after a drunken celebration over getting good marks? He had freaked a bit afterwards, because he was straight, he was straight and he wasn’t going to be like that old bastard and don’t think about that. That was why he shouldn’t get drunk- he did things he shouldn’t do and thought things he didn’t want to think. They hadn’t talked about it, though, and it was all okay until Julia said what she did.
He’d all but physically shoved Sean away from him, dropped Julia like a hot potato and pushed the two of them together. Julia had been annoyed but she got over it. Sean was a much more considerate boyfriend than Christian, after all. Sean, on the other hand, had been hurt and confused. No big deal, right? Sean would survive, and if it created a little distance between them so much the better. Guys weren’t meant to be that close.
He didn’t care seeing them together, either. Didn’t bother him at all.
He wanted what they had back. Hell, he probably didn’t deserve it- he was a bastard, and proud of it, too. But he was trying, for Sean, because while he was straight and he absolutely did not want to sleep with him, but he still wanted the friendship back.
Methinks the man doth protest too much, a niggling voice piped up in the back of him mind, and Christian sighed. He hated himself, sometimes.
Yes, okay. He could admit that there had been moments of sexual tension between them, both recently and in the past. He could admit that Sean had turned him on sometimes, like when they kissed. Christian winced as he recalled the fight after Sean’s “mid-life crisis”, where he had been torn between decking the fucker and jumping him. Okay, so maybe Sean still turned him on sometimes.
The point was, it didn’t mean anything. Sean had sometimes joked that Christian could get turned on by a bloody rock if he stared at it long enough, and hey, was it his fault he had a sensual nature? He could be attracted to anything. Didn’t matter so long as he had no desire to act on it. He was still straight.
He carefully ignored the fact that Julia and the prostitute had done nothing for him, that Sean had. He especially ignored the fact that he actually did have the desire to act on his attraction for Sean, because that was really dangerous.
Throwing down another shot of vodka, Christian found that it was a lot harder to ignore the above than he thought it would be. If he was seriously contemplating sex with Sean as a good thing, he decided, then shit, he was definitely way too drunk.
He was reaching for the phone before he realised what he was doing, and started dialling while his brain caught up with the rest of him. This was a very, very bad idea, but he was completely pissed and he’d never been particularly good at self-restraint anyway, so why the hell not?
“Hello?” a woman answered, voice dry and sleepy. Julia. Christian should probably feel bad about waking her up at, what, 3 am? He’s never felt much of a need for a conscience, though. In fact, he feels vindictively fun for ruining her sleep. It’s her fault everything went wrong.
“Hey, Julia. Is Sean there?” Christian asked, or he thought he did, but it was probably a lot more incoherent than that.
Julia paused to translate this in her head, and sighed. She contemplated pointing out that it was hideously early in the morning or late at night, depending on your point of view, but he was drunk. It probably wouldn’t make much sense to him. “Hi Christian. I’ll just get him, hang on a second.”
Eventually, Sean picked up. “Christian? What’s wrong?” Less than five minutes, Christian marvelled. Sean must have thought it was an emergency.
“Hey Sean,” he slurred. “I wanted to talk to you.”
Short, disapproving pause. “You’re drunk.”
“Yeah,” Christian sniggered. “You should join me.”
“What the hell are you doing, Christian?” Sean muttered. “I can’t even remember the last time you got yourself this smashed.”
“You should try it,” Christian insisted. “C’mon, come over here and get drunk with me. Like old times.”
Sean was tempted, briefly, but there were a million and one reasons why it wasn’t a good thing to do, and he was pretty sure that Christian would be all right. “No, Christian. You should go sleep it off, you’re going to have a killer of a hangover in the morning.”
“I wanna fuck you,” Christian said, clearly as he was able.
Sean froze, almost dropping the phone and glad he was sitting down. “What?”
“I. Want. To fuck you.” Christian repeated slowly.
Shit, this was surreal. Was he still asleep, having some kind of bizarre dream? “You’re straight.”
“Yeah. And I want to fuck you.”
He’d forgotten how single-minded a drunk Christian could be. “In case you’ve forgotten, Christian, I’m not a woman.”
“So? Don’t care. It was good between us when were kids. Be even better now.”
He just had to bring that up, didn’t he. “That was years ago! Everything is different now, and besides, you’re drunk. You don’t know what you want.” The bitterness had crept into the last part, despite Sean’s best efforts.
“It’s still there,” Christian purred, and Sean swallowed, finding his mouth dry. That was Christian on the prowl, out to seduce, and Sean had always managed to avoid being on the receiving end before. He didn’t want to be another notch on Christian’s bedpost, and he was suddenly glad that there was a phone line and a lot of distance between them.
“I know you can feel it too, Sean.”
Sean wished that Christian hadn’t drawn his name out like that, and was trying to remind himself exactly why he was not going to go over there and let Christian screw him. He was married, and okay, his marriage was failing, but… this was not the right train of thought. Even better reason: he wasn’t about to let Christian use him and dump him, because it would hurt.
“No. I don’t know what you’re talking about, Christian. Go to sleep.”
Christian smirked triumphantly. Sean’s voice wasn’t quite so steady as the other may have liked, and this worked to his advantage. “I know you want me.”
Sean gritted his teeth. “Whether I do or don’t is irrelevant. I’m married, you’re straight, and you’re also incredibly inebriated. I’m hanging up now, Christian. I’ll see you in the morning, and I hope your hangover makes you suffer. Good bye.”
Slamming the phone down on the hook, Sean glared at it for a second before wiping a hand wearily across his eyes. If he didn’t know what Christian was like, if he didn’t know that he’d have forgotten about it in the wake of his self-induced pain, then maybe he would be afraid. Christian was like a wild cat when it came to seduction, stalking his prey before pouncing at the least expected moment, and he always won. He always dropped his victim the morning after, too.
Just as well for Sean that he was spared that fate, and why was it so hard to convince himself?
“Bastard,” he murmured, entirely without conviction.
Staring blankly at the phone ringing engaged in his hand, Christian blinked and slowly started to grin. If Sean wanted to put up a fight, that was fine with him. Or maybe it would be, if Christian were at all likely to go for the hunt.
He knew they wouldn’t talk about it tomorrow. He’d regret it in the morning, he was almost certain, and after he regained his common sense, he’d probably freak out. Drunk as he was, he thought that was a pity.
Too bad sober meant straight, because chasing Sean would be fun. Nothing else was a challenge, anymore.
Still… there was always a chance that maybe one day he’d do something about it.
Maybe.
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Date: 2003-12-25 10:08 am (UTC)I don't like: Not knowing the fandom. I need to watch more TV, don't I?