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Title: Shutter
Pairing: Tom Conrad/Max Steger
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Summary: Tom turns his head, catching Max's lips just once. It feels familiar and foreign all at once as Tom pulls back, blinking down at Max.
Author's Note: I mean absolutely zero harm with this, but it seemed like the prompt I had gotten on rockfic.com (Abandoned gas station at night, for the record) really fit this pairing. There is a tiny, very brief mention of Danielle, but it's nothing huge.
::DISCLAIMER:: I OWN NOTHING IN THIS FIC. I MEAN NO HARM. THIS IS JUST FOR FUN.
Max hears the clicking of the shutter before he ever sees Tom. Tom's walking slowly around the parking lot, taking pictures of whatever it is anything he sees through his lens. Max watches him for a long moment as Ryan and Sean's voices drift over the parking lot.
The van's engine starts, sputtering hard as it cuts off, the sound echoing over the abandoned lot. The gas station looks ghostly, like a haunted house times twelve and Max feels the strange creeping feeling like he's being watched.
He hears the shutter and relaxes against the street-light. It's feeble light flickers, barely catching the glint of Tom's camera as he looks over. Tom's still got the camera raised, pointed at him and Max can't help the smile that stretches over his face.
"What do you see?" Max asks, gesturing to the dusty windows, barely clear enough to see through. Around his head, gnats buzz frantically, eddying around his hand when he attempts to wave them off. Tom shrugs once, without speaking.
The shutter clicks a few more times and Max tilts his head back to rest on the wood of the pole, hair catching on splinters as Tom comes to stand beside him. Tom's arm is warm where he leans in against Max's side.
"I dunno. It looks sad," Tom says after a moment, leaning into Max a little more solidly. Max sighs, and tosses an arm around Tom's waist.
"This whole fucking trip looks sad."
Tom snorts, leaning his head back. His head rests against Max's, gentle and easy as he sighs. The air's warm, with the edge warning of colder weather heading for them.
"Your face is sad," Tom offers up in, an approximation of their usual banter. Max laughs, pushing his glasses up on his face.
"Your Mom is sad," Max says, hearing Tom's stupid snorting laugh as he turns his head. It's not surprising, not with the way it feels like this has been building for years. Max doesn't think about his sister, doesn't think about the fact that Danielle can barely mention Tom without looking hurt. He just thinks about the way that Tom's stubble scratches his lips.
Tom turns his head, catching Max's lips just once. It feels familiar and foreign all at once as Tom pulls back, blinking down at Max.
"What are we doing, Max?"
"Something sad?" Max asks, leaning up and pressing his lips to Tom's again, more fierce this time. Tom stands there, hesitating and Max can feel it. He can feel it like he can feel the gnats whirling around his head and he hears the blood rushing in his ears.
The hum of the streetlight is a cacophony in the silence when Max pulls back. Tom stares at him, eyes shaded and it's only through dim, orange light that Max can even pick out the glow of Tom's hair. The light makes pinpricks of his stubble and Max can't help brushing his lips against Tom's jawline. It has been years coming, years since they met and since Max first thought about this.
It's the first time he thinks that it's a mistake.
"No, not sad," Tom says suddenly, startling Max. Max stares at him for a moment, not daring to blink as Tom's face breaks into a slow smile.
"No?"
"Nah," Tom says, leaning back down, kissing Max again as the van's engine roars across the parking lot. Max barely hears the whoops from Sean and Ryan, losing himself in Tom's lips and the scrape of their stubble.
Tom's teeth graze Max's bottom lip, pressing closer as Max pulls back, breath coming shorter. They share a grin as the horn blares from across the parking lot.
"C'mon," Max says, pushing off of the streetlight and away from Tom. The breeze pulls at their hair as they walk across rusted gas pumps to the van, climbing in without comment.
Max listens to Tom and Sean talking as he tilts his head against the window, the night air streaming in as they start down the road. It may not be the best of their tours, but Max can't stop the content smile that stretches across his face.
He closes his eyes, letting the van lull him to sleep.
Title: Shutter
Pairing: Tom Conrad/Max Steger
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Summary: Tom turns his head, catching Max's lips just once. It feels familiar and foreign all at once as Tom pulls back, blinking down at Max.
Author's Note: I mean absolutely zero harm with this, but it seemed like the prompt I had gotten on rockfic.com (Abandoned gas station at night, for the record) really fit this pairing. There is a tiny, very brief mention of Danielle, but it's nothing huge.
::DISCLAIMER:: I OWN NOTHING IN THIS FIC. I MEAN NO HARM. THIS IS JUST FOR FUN.
Max hears the clicking of the shutter before he ever sees Tom. Tom's walking slowly around the parking lot, taking pictures of whatever it is anything he sees through his lens. Max watches him for a long moment as Ryan and Sean's voices drift over the parking lot.
The van's engine starts, sputtering hard as it cuts off, the sound echoing over the abandoned lot. The gas station looks ghostly, like a haunted house times twelve and Max feels the strange creeping feeling like he's being watched.
He hears the shutter and relaxes against the street-light. It's feeble light flickers, barely catching the glint of Tom's camera as he looks over. Tom's still got the camera raised, pointed at him and Max can't help the smile that stretches over his face.
"What do you see?" Max asks, gesturing to the dusty windows, barely clear enough to see through. Around his head, gnats buzz frantically, eddying around his hand when he attempts to wave them off. Tom shrugs once, without speaking.
The shutter clicks a few more times and Max tilts his head back to rest on the wood of the pole, hair catching on splinters as Tom comes to stand beside him. Tom's arm is warm where he leans in against Max's side.
"I dunno. It looks sad," Tom says after a moment, leaning into Max a little more solidly. Max sighs, and tosses an arm around Tom's waist.
"This whole fucking trip looks sad."
Tom snorts, leaning his head back. His head rests against Max's, gentle and easy as he sighs. The air's warm, with the edge warning of colder weather heading for them.
"Your face is sad," Tom offers up in, an approximation of their usual banter. Max laughs, pushing his glasses up on his face.
"Your Mom is sad," Max says, hearing Tom's stupid snorting laugh as he turns his head. It's not surprising, not with the way it feels like this has been building for years. Max doesn't think about his sister, doesn't think about the fact that Danielle can barely mention Tom without looking hurt. He just thinks about the way that Tom's stubble scratches his lips.
Tom turns his head, catching Max's lips just once. It feels familiar and foreign all at once as Tom pulls back, blinking down at Max.
"What are we doing, Max?"
"Something sad?" Max asks, leaning up and pressing his lips to Tom's again, more fierce this time. Tom stands there, hesitating and Max can feel it. He can feel it like he can feel the gnats whirling around his head and he hears the blood rushing in his ears.
The hum of the streetlight is a cacophony in the silence when Max pulls back. Tom stares at him, eyes shaded and it's only through dim, orange light that Max can even pick out the glow of Tom's hair. The light makes pinpricks of his stubble and Max can't help brushing his lips against Tom's jawline. It has been years coming, years since they met and since Max first thought about this.
It's the first time he thinks that it's a mistake.
"No, not sad," Tom says suddenly, startling Max. Max stares at him for a moment, not daring to blink as Tom's face breaks into a slow smile.
"No?"
"Nah," Tom says, leaning back down, kissing Max again as the van's engine roars across the parking lot. Max barely hears the whoops from Sean and Ryan, losing himself in Tom's lips and the scrape of their stubble.
Tom's teeth graze Max's bottom lip, pressing closer as Max pulls back, breath coming shorter. They share a grin as the horn blares from across the parking lot.
"C'mon," Max says, pushing off of the streetlight and away from Tom. The breeze pulls at their hair as they walk across rusted gas pumps to the van, climbing in without comment.
Max listens to Tom and Sean talking as he tilts his head against the window, the night air streaming in as they start down the road. It may not be the best of their tours, but Max can't stop the content smile that stretches across his face.
He closes his eyes, letting the van lull him to sleep.
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Date: 22 Sep 2011 12:51 (UTC)no subject
Date: 22 Sep 2011 14:56 (UTC)Thank you so, so much! <3
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Date: 22 Sep 2011 15:07 (UTC)This is quiet and beautiful. You do a great job describing the scene without going overboard. ♥_____♥
(Also, it's lovely to see PG fic, because I can read it at work.)
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Date: 22 Sep 2011 15:43 (UTC)And oh man, thank you so much for that. That's probably one of my favorite comments ever, oh my god. <3
(And I love smut, don't get me wrong, but man, I love PG/Gen stuff so much.)
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Date: 22 Sep 2011 15:54 (UTC)I think I need to friend you. :)
(Also, if you like PG and gen, you might want to check out my comm at fic-carousel. Some gen, lots of PG and R. And weird pairings. Lots of weird pairings.)
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Date: 22 Sep 2011 16:03 (UTC)And YAY, new friends! \o/ I'm Chrissy or Christina, whichever you prefer!
(And ooooh, I'll definitely check it out!)
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Date: 24 Sep 2011 20:24 (UTC)i have this mental block against shipping max with anyone, but i got past it just to read this fic because curiosity got the best of me, haha. and i enjoyed it! it's sad, but it's not at the same time. i don't know. it's like there's a glimmer of hope at the end. and i enjoyed sean and ryan's reactions, ahaha.
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Date: 25 Sep 2011 03:42 (UTC)And I used to? But then I kind of thought that it was maybe unfair? Also, I love all the dynamics of Max in a pairing, because he's someone with such a higher maturity level, ahahaha. I'm really glad you got past it to read this!
I'm so glad you liked it and yes, sad but not is sort of what I was going for? Like, I can't describe it. I didn't want maudlin, but I also didn't want anything happyhappyhappy.
Thank you so much!
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