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ajremixTitle: Set and Match
Fandom: DC TV
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 456
Characters: Len, Mick
Summary: Random encounter holds more promise than originally thought.
First meeting with the new crew and things were... awkward. Not because of the job or venue but because of one person in particular who kept shooting him glances through the meeting. Which, in all honesty, Len would be doing the same because it wasn't every day you ended up on the same crew as the guy that face fucked you in a dive bar bathroom not two hours ago. Especially since, by now, the guy must've figured out Len stole his wallet.
The fact that it turned out to be fucking Mick Rory whose wallet he stole put a flush in Len's veins- more thrill than fear (the id had read Rory Calhoun- it was a very nice fake, Len hadn't even realized). He'd heard of the man. Any person in their line of work heard of the maniac arsonist and from the reputation Len wasn't certain how a confrontation with Rory would go. He certainly was hoping it wouldn't end violently, was hoping the occasional whispers of Rory's surprising cleverness was more than misplaced rumors. Len could appreciate muscles- and he had in that dirty bathroom, could remember exactly where he left bite marks on that broad, broad chest -but it was Rory's overlooked cunning that was edging him into Len's type.
Assignments were doled out and Len was unsurprised that he wouldn't be spending much time with Rory. As the tech guy there wasn't much need for him to be among the muscle. He was also unsurprised when, as everyone dispersed, Rory came up to him anyway. Rory's big hands were flexing and Len couldn't help a thrill of lust fluttering in his chest at the memory of them, hot and strong, massaging the cheeks of his ass.
"I'm assuming," Len drawled neutrally, "you want this back." He pulled Rory's wallet out of his jacket's interior pocket. Cleaned out of anything useful of course. He may find Rory attractive as hell but Len was still a thief.
"Assuming you want the same," Rory rumbled, holding out Len's familiar bi-fold.
The exchange, to any watcher, wasn't out of the ordinary. No tension, no posturing, no hints of retribution. With their wallets back in correct possession, their eyes met and there was a challenge there. One of amusement and promise, a renewed interest that made Len think about reenacting their first meeting and then some. Rory tossed him a jaunty half-salute before going off with the intimidation squad. Once the man was gone, Len peeked inside his wallet and smirked.
Just as he thought: all the cash, right down to the coins, was gone. As was the spare condom and lube packet he kept in there. No doubt about it, Rory was exactly his type.
Fandom: DC TV
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 456
Characters: Len, Mick
Summary: Random encounter holds more promise than originally thought.
First meeting with the new crew and things were... awkward. Not because of the job or venue but because of one person in particular who kept shooting him glances through the meeting. Which, in all honesty, Len would be doing the same because it wasn't every day you ended up on the same crew as the guy that face fucked you in a dive bar bathroom not two hours ago. Especially since, by now, the guy must've figured out Len stole his wallet.
The fact that it turned out to be fucking Mick Rory whose wallet he stole put a flush in Len's veins- more thrill than fear (the id had read Rory Calhoun- it was a very nice fake, Len hadn't even realized). He'd heard of the man. Any person in their line of work heard of the maniac arsonist and from the reputation Len wasn't certain how a confrontation with Rory would go. He certainly was hoping it wouldn't end violently, was hoping the occasional whispers of Rory's surprising cleverness was more than misplaced rumors. Len could appreciate muscles- and he had in that dirty bathroom, could remember exactly where he left bite marks on that broad, broad chest -but it was Rory's overlooked cunning that was edging him into Len's type.
Assignments were doled out and Len was unsurprised that he wouldn't be spending much time with Rory. As the tech guy there wasn't much need for him to be among the muscle. He was also unsurprised when, as everyone dispersed, Rory came up to him anyway. Rory's big hands were flexing and Len couldn't help a thrill of lust fluttering in his chest at the memory of them, hot and strong, massaging the cheeks of his ass.
"I'm assuming," Len drawled neutrally, "you want this back." He pulled Rory's wallet out of his jacket's interior pocket. Cleaned out of anything useful of course. He may find Rory attractive as hell but Len was still a thief.
"Assuming you want the same," Rory rumbled, holding out Len's familiar bi-fold.
The exchange, to any watcher, wasn't out of the ordinary. No tension, no posturing, no hints of retribution. With their wallets back in correct possession, their eyes met and there was a challenge there. One of amusement and promise, a renewed interest that made Len think about reenacting their first meeting and then some. Rory tossed him a jaunty half-salute before going off with the intimidation squad. Once the man was gone, Len peeked inside his wallet and smirked.
Just as he thought: all the cash, right down to the coins, was gone. As was the spare condom and lube packet he kept in there. No doubt about it, Rory was exactly his type.
