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memoryfloodsin) wrote2009-01-10 06:05 pm
memoryfloodsin) wrote2009-01-10 06:05 pm
Fic: I can't stop writing BB/Jez!
Title: This is the winter of our content.
Fandom: Britannia High.
Pairing: Jez/BB.
Rating: PG.
Word Count: 719.
Summary: Jez appropriates one of BB's hoodies.
Notes: Unbetaed. Part of the future fic verse.
Their first winter in the flat and it’s one of the worst winters on record. London has pretty much ground to a standstill, there are burst mains all over and Covent Garden is a death trap with the ice covering the cobbles. The school has already lost 3 dancers to broken or sprained ankles and Danny to a week off to recover from the humiliation of falling flat on his face whilst showing off for a foreign exchange student type.
Jez gets caught short for warm clothes; a combination of having spent a few days at Jack’s and his inability to work the washing machine, as he told Lauren when she was doing his laundry for him; he might be posh, rich and gay but he’s still a bloke and therefore genetically incapable of doing laundry. BB’s out and the flat’s like a block of ice so he convinces himself that he has a legitimate claim to BB’s huge, warm, comfy Quicksilver hoodie.
He’s bundled up on the sofa reading ‘Broadway: The History of the American Musical’ and resolutely not sniffing the hoodie when BB comes in from rehearsals.
“That’s mine, bro.” He doesn’t sound angry.
“I know, I was cold, mine are in the wash or at Dad’s, sorry.” Jez does his best ‘kicked puppy’ impression.
“S’cool, I’m going to make dinner. Have you eaten Jeremy?” BB always uses Jez’ full name to taunt him and when he couples that with his best impression of a worried parent it drives Jez crazy, although Jez was secretly enamoured with the way his name fit in BB’s mouth.
Jez can hear BB singing as he sautés the onions ready for the sauce. It’s soothing and warms Jez more than the heating and even the hoodie. His one absolute constant in life is BB’s presence in his. Closing his book Jez snuggles further down into the hoodie. He tips his head back onto the sofa behind him, closes his eyes; listens to BB’s singing and sighs happily.
It’s almost 12 months later, nearly to the day in fact. It’s November almost moving into December and it’s bitterly cold again. Jez is curled up under his covers and despite the fact he’s wearing bed socks and the huge Quicksilver hoodie that he appropriated for good from BB the previous Christmas he’s still uncomfortably cold. He manoeuvres his shoulder under his pillow and pulls the covers further up around his ears. Jez is just slipping back to sleep and warmth when he feels the bed dip a little and his back suddenly feels very cold and then colder still as BB’s cool skin presses up against him. BB’s arms sneak around Jez’ waist and he can’t help but shudder a little.
“Sorry, it’s freezing out there” and BB must be gesturing towards the hallway because Jez’ back goes cold again as the duvet shifts.
“And you’ve decided to bring your hideously cold body to my bed because?” Jez can’t keep the joking tone out of his voice.
“Well… I’d heard you’re kinda hot for my body so I figured I’d just do you a favour.” BB gives as good as he gets.
“Git!” Jez turns himself round so he’s face to face with BB and presses himself against every inch of BB’s chilled skin and smiles.
Jez loves these moments, he loves that he gets to do this with BB more than anything. It’s not like he’s going to start complaining about the sex or the once-in-a-blue-moon romantic excursions but really; it’s this, the easy going banter and the snarking, how easy it is to be with BB. It’s possibly the only relationship Jez has been in where he enjoys the friendship part as much as the actual relationship part.
“Why are you smiling?” BB questions cautiously, prepared for Jez to retaliate for the earlier cold spell. BB has come to discover that Jez is horribly overprotective of his bed and will fight dirty to defend his space in it. Jez just smiles again and moves forward to press his lips against BB’s, he pulls away slowly and smiles again before pulling the covers up over them and folding his arms around BB. He presses one last kiss to the crook of BB’s neck and drifts back to sleep letting his body warm BB’s.
Fandom: Britannia High.
Pairing: Jez/BB.
Rating: PG.
Word Count: 719.
Summary: Jez appropriates one of BB's hoodies.
Notes: Unbetaed. Part of the future fic verse.
Their first winter in the flat and it’s one of the worst winters on record. London has pretty much ground to a standstill, there are burst mains all over and Covent Garden is a death trap with the ice covering the cobbles. The school has already lost 3 dancers to broken or sprained ankles and Danny to a week off to recover from the humiliation of falling flat on his face whilst showing off for a foreign exchange student type.
Jez gets caught short for warm clothes; a combination of having spent a few days at Jack’s and his inability to work the washing machine, as he told Lauren when she was doing his laundry for him; he might be posh, rich and gay but he’s still a bloke and therefore genetically incapable of doing laundry. BB’s out and the flat’s like a block of ice so he convinces himself that he has a legitimate claim to BB’s huge, warm, comfy Quicksilver hoodie.
He’s bundled up on the sofa reading ‘Broadway: The History of the American Musical’ and resolutely not sniffing the hoodie when BB comes in from rehearsals.
“That’s mine, bro.” He doesn’t sound angry.
“I know, I was cold, mine are in the wash or at Dad’s, sorry.” Jez does his best ‘kicked puppy’ impression.
“S’cool, I’m going to make dinner. Have you eaten Jeremy?” BB always uses Jez’ full name to taunt him and when he couples that with his best impression of a worried parent it drives Jez crazy, although Jez was secretly enamoured with the way his name fit in BB’s mouth.
Jez can hear BB singing as he sautés the onions ready for the sauce. It’s soothing and warms Jez more than the heating and even the hoodie. His one absolute constant in life is BB’s presence in his. Closing his book Jez snuggles further down into the hoodie. He tips his head back onto the sofa behind him, closes his eyes; listens to BB’s singing and sighs happily.
It’s almost 12 months later, nearly to the day in fact. It’s November almost moving into December and it’s bitterly cold again. Jez is curled up under his covers and despite the fact he’s wearing bed socks and the huge Quicksilver hoodie that he appropriated for good from BB the previous Christmas he’s still uncomfortably cold. He manoeuvres his shoulder under his pillow and pulls the covers further up around his ears. Jez is just slipping back to sleep and warmth when he feels the bed dip a little and his back suddenly feels very cold and then colder still as BB’s cool skin presses up against him. BB’s arms sneak around Jez’ waist and he can’t help but shudder a little.
“Sorry, it’s freezing out there” and BB must be gesturing towards the hallway because Jez’ back goes cold again as the duvet shifts.
“And you’ve decided to bring your hideously cold body to my bed because?” Jez can’t keep the joking tone out of his voice.
“Well… I’d heard you’re kinda hot for my body so I figured I’d just do you a favour.” BB gives as good as he gets.
“Git!” Jez turns himself round so he’s face to face with BB and presses himself against every inch of BB’s chilled skin and smiles.
Jez loves these moments, he loves that he gets to do this with BB more than anything. It’s not like he’s going to start complaining about the sex or the once-in-a-blue-moon romantic excursions but really; it’s this, the easy going banter and the snarking, how easy it is to be with BB. It’s possibly the only relationship Jez has been in where he enjoys the friendship part as much as the actual relationship part.
“Why are you smiling?” BB questions cautiously, prepared for Jez to retaliate for the earlier cold spell. BB has come to discover that Jez is horribly overprotective of his bed and will fight dirty to defend his space in it. Jez just smiles again and moves forward to press his lips against BB’s, he pulls away slowly and smiles again before pulling the covers up over them and folding his arms around BB. He presses one last kiss to the crook of BB’s neck and drifts back to sleep letting his body warm BB’s.