mint chicks fic ^^;; (original) (raw)

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Title: untitled (so far.... and i don't see that changing)
Author: nargothrond
Pairing: Kody/Paul (the mint chicks)
Summary: in which Kody and Paul stand outside the wunderbar. Pointless fluff :P
Ruban gets squicked.
Author notes: Woot! Mint chicks fic! Prolly I am the only person in the entire universe who would read/write mint chicks fics ^^;; Hahahaha. So this then, is purely for my own enjoyment, and because I like to imagine the mint chicks at wunderbar although I missed seeing them there last week (yes, this was written several months ago when the mint chicks came to christchurch) -_-;; Usual disclaimers apply, I own nothing, know no-one and it’s all made up. Yes that’s right kiddies, this is fiction! Mild m/m so don’t read if you don’t like. Um, yeah ‘cause I’ve never read a mint chicks fic before or anything, their personalities are probably _way_ off ^^;; oh well…whatever! ;P

He opened his eyes, standing halfway down the stairs behind the wunderbar, still high enough up that walls and roofs of the buildings below didn’t block the view of Lyttleton Harbour below. Paul was beside him, scrabbling in his pocket for something, his scraggly hair flopping a bit as his head moved. But the stars were up there shining between the clouds. When the wind blew you could see them, fleetingly before the clouds skittered across and covered them up, jealous of their jewels and unwilling to share them with anyone.

“Found it!” Paul looked up triumphantly, brandishing a pathetically crumpled cigarette. “Knew it was in there somewhere!”

Kody smiled at Paul and went back to searching for the stars. The wind was cold, and he could hear the people up at the bar. The wind was trying to chase them away, inside, away from the stars. He was sure the sky was conspiring against them, keeping the stars safe. One day, seduced by their glitter a man might try to steal their beauty for his own. It was surprising that someone hadn’t tried already. Then the absurdity of the thought, the thought of someone trying to make jewelry with a Sun sized rock of fire struck him and he snorted.

Paul looked at him in alarm but went on smoking.

Not-quite-silence, just the sounds of people getting drunk above, sounds of breathing, inhaling, then smoky breath exhaled, and then a car passing on a street, above or below he couldn’t tell anymore. The wind was cold, but when he breathed in the smoke it was warm, and Paul was warm next to him. The reflections of lights on the harbour were yellow, warm light, wavery blobs on the dark water’s surface not like the tiny cold pinpricks of the stars in the matching dark of the sky.

He put his arm around the drummer, pulling him closer, a nice little heater down one side of his body. After a moment, Paul’s arm snaked around his shoulder.

Leant up to kiss him, just a brush of lips on lips, then away again looking down at the rooftops and ships below. A smile because he just felt happy. And Paul’s hand squeezed his shoulder.

The ships were silent, floating in the water, stars in the water, stars in the sky. And then he kissed him properly and they were facing each other, hands on rough cloth, pulling closer, and maybe it isn’t so cold down here after all, but the warmest place is where their mouths touch. His lips are soft and hard at the same time, and Paul’s open and there’s tongues but he’s not sure whose tongue is whose anymore; it’s all just one big mouth. Because maybe they’re not two people anymore.

And then there’s the sound of feet on the stairs, running, and the metal stairs shake but he wishes whoever it was would just fuck off. Maybe someone up there is listening; the footsteps stop, so he turns back his concentration to Paul’s mouth, and the little moan that the drummer just gave that makes him go weak at the knees, and the way that Paul’s hands are so cold on his neck but his mouth is so warm. A lesson in contrasts, but then he heard Ruban’s voice.

“Can’t you two get a room?”

Their heads parted, turning to face the intruder. He looked disgusted, slightly amused, tapping his foot impatiently. Kody glared at him, “Fuck off Ruban. Just cause you can’t find anyone stupid enough to let you within two meters.”

“Do you have a lighter Paul?” Ignoring Kody, he looks at the other man expectantly.

Paul let go of Kody, back to searching his pockets. Kody turned his back on his brother, leaning on the metal of the handrail. It wasn’t cold anymore, warm from the heat of his body. He slid his hand along the bar, to where Paul was standing, his back to the view, still talking to Ruban. The metal was warm next to him too. His hand slid around the bar, down the side, between Paul and bar, and the bar didn’t seem warm anymore, when compared with the real thing. Paul’s ass was much better, so he grabbed it and grinned.

Paul’s hair was a wind-blown shaggy brown mess on his head. If Kody looked closely he could see his ear between the strands as they blew around, and his jawline, the top of his throat. He wanted to touch it; it might be smooth like it looked in the half-light. Paul’s arms were smooth, and he did reach out and touch them, his fingers running along from the hand that still held the cigarette, down towards the elbow and himself. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Ruban’s smirk, but he ignored his brother, and concentrated on the way the light reflected off Paul’s watch and lit up his skin.

Then Paul chucked his cigarette down on the stairs and Kody realised the pest had gone and he had Paul all to himself again. The thing that really brought this to his attention was the way the taller man turned and Kody suddenly found he was studying his chin, lips, nose, eyes in quick succession as their lips were brought together again and then he wasn’t studying anything but his own eyelids because his eyes had decided to shut. Paul tasted like cigarettes, cool lips from the cold night air but his tongue was warm, and his hands were cold too, where they crept under the edges of Kody’s shirt on his back. When they parted, Paul’s lips were warm like his tongue. He looked down at the vocalist and smiled.

The light from the bar shone off his teeth, red and blue and yellow reflections in saliva. The skin under his chin was not soft and perfect but it was warm and it smelt like Paul, and he would rest it on top of Kody’s head and keep him warm until they walked to the room somewhere, another room like all the others, in a small-medium-large town they passed through on their way. And when they woke up in the morning, it would still smell like Paul even if the sky had hidden its stars away.
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yes, i am aware that the ending sucks. i think it might be a bit confusing, but i will fix it later. perhaps.