Just Friends: chapter 1Just Friends: chapter 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Snow? Why do I have to do a snow shoot? And why th'fuck does the snow shoot have to be shirtless?" The petulant voice of one Desmond Miles rose over the bustle of people setting up the site in the middle of a clearing in the local woods. There was a thick sheet of snow over the surrounding ground and here he was, stuck in the jeans he was modeling, tennis shoes that would have to be removed, and his hoodie. That, at least, was warm and some of the shots he would be able to keep it on in...or so he hoped. The man he was griping at, a tall, bearded man with a slightly sinister demeanor simply patted his shoulder and said "You'll survive. It's just a photo shoot." then walked away. Desmond gave an outraged sound and flailed his arms a bit. "Dammit, Vidic!"
Shaun watched the model he was supposed to be shooting gripe to his boss. Rolling his eyes, the Brit adjusted his lens and went to the lights, making sure they wouldn't make the shot too obviously bright. "Fucking prissy wanks..." he m
Just Friends: chapter 3Just Friends: chapter 35 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It took a bit to get his skills to kick back in, but soon Desmond was up on the roofs of the business district and running full-pelt like a suicidal on caffeine.
Shaun heard the other man respond and he turned around, but Desmond was gone already. He shook his head, "Just friends...you need more friends, Hastings..." he muttered to himself as he sent up the photos and waited for them to get back to him so he could photoshop them and send them on their way. The door to his office opened and he blinked, "Robert...you're not supposed to be in until 3..." he said casually, looking back at his inbox.
The shaven Frenchman scowled and said, "That newbie...you'd better watch him. American just went and started gobbing on donuts as soon as he was out of your sight."
Shaun shrugged, "I'm not in charge of him. I just take the pictures."
With a wide grin, Desmond stopped in the middle of a wide, flat roof and panted for a bit with his hands on his knees. His sweater flapped a bit in the breeze tha
Just Friends: chapter 2Just Friends: chapter 25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Boredom. It weight down Desmond's mind as he shifted on the bed restlessly. He was starting to miss home already and it had only been a few days since he'd arrived here. He missed his old job. Sitting up slowly, he ran a hand through his hair then slid off the bed and pulled on his sweater. If he needed something to do, there was always the pubs. He'd seen one he would have liked to visit when he got the chance and well, now was as good a time as any
Seeing the woman at the bar, Shaun waved. She slid a beer to him and said, "Overworking yourself again, Hastings?" He shrugged and took a long drink and groaned.
"You have no taste," he muttered, pushing the beer back to her and then nodded to the bartender for his usual. The man nodded and gave him a lager which he drank from greedily. "Yes, well...it's our busy season after all. Got a fresh model on my hands too so it took longer than usual today out in the cold. Nearly froze my arse off out there."
Desmond slipped into the bar and
Just Friends: chapter 5Just Friends: chapter 55 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Waking up about five minutes before his alarm, Shaun groaned and tried to grope for his glasses. There was a warm weight against his chest and he exhaled, opening his eyes. "Desmond?" he blinked as the memories of the night before came back to him. He exhaled and scooted out from under the younger man, canceling the alarm on his phone and putting his glasses over the bridge of his nose. The younger man shifted next to him, his tanned arms grabbing Shaun by the waist and pulling him back down to the bed. "Gah!" the Brit fell back and glared down at Desmond who was smiling with his eyes closed. "Damnit, Desmond."
The reflex to hold the warm body beside him faded off as Desmond's eyes squeezed tight shut before opening halfway and looking up into the Shaun's face. It took him a moment to remember what was going on and when he did, his smile slipped right back into place as he sat up and stretched luxuriously. "Jeez, you always wake up this early?"
Shaun scooted off the bed when Desmond re
Just Friends: chapter 7Just Friends: chapter 75 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Of course. Even the most tightly-wound people feel better after a good lay."
Shaun smiled to himself as Desmond stood. "I'm not tightly wound. I've just been busy with other things until recently." He heard Desmond's back pop and he raised an eyebrow, "That you? That was awfully loud."
"Quiet you. I'm stiff again but at least this time it's not from the cold." Desmond smirked a little then bent and touched his toes before lifting up one leg as high as he could, mostly just to test the stretch limit of his jeans. Then he started a fast-paced, intense series of fighting stances and shadowboxed the air to loosen his muscles up a little.
Shaun opened his eyes, watching Desmond from the bed. The moves were well-practiced, nearly perfect, "Where did you learn to fight?" he asked, "I mean, bartending and martial arts seems to be quite the combination of skills, don't you think?
Desmond straightened up and scrubbed his hand against his forehead, barely breathing hard as he bounced a little on
Need You Like a DrugNeed You Like a Drug5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
What a warm bed I think I'll take it for awhile. Leonardo won't mind. He is mio amico after a-
The chainsaw snore ripped through the silence of the artist's home and brought him up from his workspace to find a large amount of assassin sprawled over the bed he'd only just made. He had left Ezio alone for no more than a few minutes to find a poultice, shaking his head at the new injuries Ezio had sustained and now the man was bleeding on his bedspread
"Come on Ezio, up you get," the artist murmured, ducking down and pulling the younger man's arm over his shoulders. He grunted and slumped back down under Ezio's weight. When the man chuckled, he jumped a little then sighed and slipped out from under him.
Ezio propped himself up on his elbows, giving Leonardo a good-humored smirk. "You lug your inventions all over your workshop and yet you have trouble rolling me over," he mused, then winced as he sat up and began to undo the many buckles holding his clothes together. Ever