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leashy_bebesTitle: Secrets, Lies, and Big Gay Girly Feelings (1/1)
Rating: PG13 (strong language)
Pairing: James II/Scorpius
Summary: Outtake from Getting There, set on the night James goes out to celebrate getting his first team start. In which drunk Teddy is drunk, and still knows James far too well.
Words: ~1000
"James, we're out of here," Fred calls. James hugs his cousin, watches in amusement as Fred tears Roxy away from her friends and towards the Floo. Fred and Roxy (always up for a party) were among the last of their little crowd to leave, and as James turns back he sees that the crowd in the pub is thinning, people starting to drift away for an early night, leaving only the dedicated drinkers behind. Teddy, on the other hand, is still chatting to a petite brown-haired woman. As James watches, she pulls a black eyeliner pencil from her bag and writes something on the inside of Teddy's arm.
James rolls his eyes and turns back to the bar, ordering another orange juice. The barman gives him the same strange look he's been giving him all night. James knows it must have looked weird, himself, stone-cold sober at the middle of an increasingly drunk group of revellers who kept hugging him, and toasting him and at one point (because Teddy and Fred are idiots) sitting him on their shoulders while they do laps up and down outside the pub. Still though, in two weeks (one week, six days, and ten hours) James will be starting in the first team, and there is no way he's willing to let anything compromise his training in the mean time. If that means drinking a small country's yearly quota of orange juice while his cousins get trashed, then so be it.
Talk of trashed, James can't help laughing at Teddy's foolish grin and rumpled appearance when he pops up next to James at the bar ten minutes later. Teddy has a lot of fun and although it's not James' style, he's glad that Teddy is happy.
"Hey, kiddo," Teddy grins, throwing himself down on the stool next to James and giving him an affectionate but clumsy pat on the face.
"Alright there, Teddy?" James asks, and he leans forward to rub a smear of lipstick off Teddy's cheekbone.
"I am. Now, you. You."
"Me?"
"You are keeping a secret from me," Teddy announces, taking inordinate care over each word.
"Is that what you think?"
"I do!"
"And how would you know, you hopeless drunk? You can barely walk in a straight line," James teases.
"Oh, please. You've told me every secret you've ever had since you were about five."
"Uh-uh," James protests. "That's why they're called secrets, stupid."
"Shut up, you know what I mean."
"Not really," James shrugs.
"The point is - the point - the point is that you tell me all your secrets in the end anyway, so I know what you look like when you're temporarily keeping one."
"D'you reckon?" James asks.
"See! See!"
"See what?"
"You're not actually denying it."
"Fine. Teddy, I do not have a secret."
"Liar!" Teddy crows, and almost everyone left in the pub turns to look. Teddy seems to find that hilarious, and James kicks at his ankle. That's even funnier, apparently, and Teddy falls into James' side, laughing harder.
"Shut up, you bloody idiot," James says.
"Tell me," Teddy says, leaning against James, overly long arms wrapped around him. "Tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell - " he chants.
"Shut up!" James laughs, elbowing Teddy in the side and wriggling away from him.
" - me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell - "
"It's - nothing," James says. "Stop being an idiot, Teddy."
"It is too something," Teddy says.
"You sound like Al when he was five, for God's sake."
"And you sound like you don't love me anymore," Teddy says, giving James the oh-my-delicate-feelings-are-so-wounded pout. "What's the matter, Jamie? Don't trust me with your deep dark secrets?"
"Teddy - "
"What'd I ever do to you, huh?" Teddy asks, and James doesn't think it's fair that he can simultaneously look like a kicked puppy, and like someone on the verge of hysterical laughter. "Why'd you hurt me like this, Jamie?" Teddy asks, a couple of giggles slipping out.
"Fucking idiot," James laughs, and then leans closer to Teddy. "It's not a secret. It's just about - you know. My, uh - "
"Boyfriend?" Teddy suggests and James nods. "Uh-oh. Do I have to break anyone's legs?" Teddy asks.
"What?" James blinks.
"That's what I'll do," Teddy says, nodding firmly. "If anyone hurts you. Break their legs. Like little...twigs."
"O...kay. Thanks for that," James says doubtfully. "But, uh. No leg-breaking will be required. I'm just - I've just been...figuring some things out, you know?"
"Ohhhh," Teddy says, eyes lighting up. "Oh, you've been figuring things out. Figuring things out. Aw, James, I'm so proud."
"What?"
"So is that it? The secret you're clinging onto is that you – you know – " Teddy attempts to summarise a range of varied and complex emotions with a waggle of his fingers, and largely succeeds. "You have big gay girly feelings?"
"Oi! Wanker."
"Bender."
"Jilter."
"Ooh! Low blow, Potter."
"You asked for it."
"James, you are so crap."
"Oh, ta!"
"Well!" Teddy scoffs. "Your big secret is that you're in love with your boyfriend. What's his name, by the way? I can't keep calling him your boyfriend, I feel like a thirteen year old girl."
"Er – " James says, because he was too busy mentally killing Teddy for using the phrase in love to do what he should have done, which was think up a name. Drunk though Teddy is, he seizes on the er, his eyes widening in delight.
"Oh, I get it. Secret number two!"
"Teddy – "
"Is it someone from the team? Is it someone really old? God, it's not a relative, is it?"
"Fuck, no! Freak."
"So is it someone – "
"Teddy, seriously," James interrupts, because there is actually a fairly good chance that Teddy, in a flare of drunken genius, might get the right name all by accident. "Shut up, alright?"
"Ohhh," Teddy says slowly. "Real-life grown-up secrets now, is it?"
"I suppose so," James admits. "If I buy you another drink will you go on about this more or less?"
"Probably less."
"Right," James nods.
"On balance, that's mainly because I might pass out."
"A risk I'm willing to take, Lupin," James says firmly, kicking Teddy's ankle as he stands and leans over the bar, trying to attract the barman's attention before last orders.
Rating: PG13 (strong language)
Pairing: James II/Scorpius
Summary: Outtake from Getting There, set on the night James goes out to celebrate getting his first team start. In which drunk Teddy is drunk, and still knows James far too well.
Words: ~1000
"James, we're out of here," Fred calls. James hugs his cousin, watches in amusement as Fred tears Roxy away from her friends and towards the Floo. Fred and Roxy (always up for a party) were among the last of their little crowd to leave, and as James turns back he sees that the crowd in the pub is thinning, people starting to drift away for an early night, leaving only the dedicated drinkers behind. Teddy, on the other hand, is still chatting to a petite brown-haired woman. As James watches, she pulls a black eyeliner pencil from her bag and writes something on the inside of Teddy's arm.
James rolls his eyes and turns back to the bar, ordering another orange juice. The barman gives him the same strange look he's been giving him all night. James knows it must have looked weird, himself, stone-cold sober at the middle of an increasingly drunk group of revellers who kept hugging him, and toasting him and at one point (because Teddy and Fred are idiots) sitting him on their shoulders while they do laps up and down outside the pub. Still though, in two weeks (one week, six days, and ten hours) James will be starting in the first team, and there is no way he's willing to let anything compromise his training in the mean time. If that means drinking a small country's yearly quota of orange juice while his cousins get trashed, then so be it.
Talk of trashed, James can't help laughing at Teddy's foolish grin and rumpled appearance when he pops up next to James at the bar ten minutes later. Teddy has a lot of fun and although it's not James' style, he's glad that Teddy is happy.
"Hey, kiddo," Teddy grins, throwing himself down on the stool next to James and giving him an affectionate but clumsy pat on the face.
"Alright there, Teddy?" James asks, and he leans forward to rub a smear of lipstick off Teddy's cheekbone.
"I am. Now, you. You."
"Me?"
"You are keeping a secret from me," Teddy announces, taking inordinate care over each word.
"Is that what you think?"
"I do!"
"And how would you know, you hopeless drunk? You can barely walk in a straight line," James teases.
"Oh, please. You've told me every secret you've ever had since you were about five."
"Uh-uh," James protests. "That's why they're called secrets, stupid."
"Shut up, you know what I mean."
"Not really," James shrugs.
"The point is - the point - the point is that you tell me all your secrets in the end anyway, so I know what you look like when you're temporarily keeping one."
"D'you reckon?" James asks.
"See! See!"
"See what?"
"You're not actually denying it."
"Fine. Teddy, I do not have a secret."
"Liar!" Teddy crows, and almost everyone left in the pub turns to look. Teddy seems to find that hilarious, and James kicks at his ankle. That's even funnier, apparently, and Teddy falls into James' side, laughing harder.
"Shut up, you bloody idiot," James says.
"Tell me," Teddy says, leaning against James, overly long arms wrapped around him. "Tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell - " he chants.
"Shut up!" James laughs, elbowing Teddy in the side and wriggling away from him.
" - me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell - "
"It's - nothing," James says. "Stop being an idiot, Teddy."
"It is too something," Teddy says.
"You sound like Al when he was five, for God's sake."
"And you sound like you don't love me anymore," Teddy says, giving James the oh-my-delicate-feelings-are-so-wounded pout. "What's the matter, Jamie? Don't trust me with your deep dark secrets?"
"Teddy - "
"What'd I ever do to you, huh?" Teddy asks, and James doesn't think it's fair that he can simultaneously look like a kicked puppy, and like someone on the verge of hysterical laughter. "Why'd you hurt me like this, Jamie?" Teddy asks, a couple of giggles slipping out.
"Fucking idiot," James laughs, and then leans closer to Teddy. "It's not a secret. It's just about - you know. My, uh - "
"Boyfriend?" Teddy suggests and James nods. "Uh-oh. Do I have to break anyone's legs?" Teddy asks.
"What?" James blinks.
"That's what I'll do," Teddy says, nodding firmly. "If anyone hurts you. Break their legs. Like little...twigs."
"O...kay. Thanks for that," James says doubtfully. "But, uh. No leg-breaking will be required. I'm just - I've just been...figuring some things out, you know?"
"Ohhhh," Teddy says, eyes lighting up. "Oh, you've been figuring things out. Figuring things out. Aw, James, I'm so proud."
"What?"
"So is that it? The secret you're clinging onto is that you – you know – " Teddy attempts to summarise a range of varied and complex emotions with a waggle of his fingers, and largely succeeds. "You have big gay girly feelings?"
"Oi! Wanker."
"Bender."
"Jilter."
"Ooh! Low blow, Potter."
"You asked for it."
"James, you are so crap."
"Oh, ta!"
"Well!" Teddy scoffs. "Your big secret is that you're in love with your boyfriend. What's his name, by the way? I can't keep calling him your boyfriend, I feel like a thirteen year old girl."
"Er – " James says, because he was too busy mentally killing Teddy for using the phrase in love to do what he should have done, which was think up a name. Drunk though Teddy is, he seizes on the er, his eyes widening in delight.
"Oh, I get it. Secret number two!"
"Teddy – "
"Is it someone from the team? Is it someone really old? God, it's not a relative, is it?"
"Fuck, no! Freak."
"So is it someone – "
"Teddy, seriously," James interrupts, because there is actually a fairly good chance that Teddy, in a flare of drunken genius, might get the right name all by accident. "Shut up, alright?"
"Ohhh," Teddy says slowly. "Real-life grown-up secrets now, is it?"
"I suppose so," James admits. "If I buy you another drink will you go on about this more or less?"
"Probably less."
"Right," James nods.
"On balance, that's mainly because I might pass out."
"A risk I'm willing to take, Lupin," James says firmly, kicking Teddy's ankle as he stands and leans over the bar, trying to attract the barman's attention before last orders.
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Date: 2009-08-01 06:27 pm (UTC)