Tequila is very bad...
Aug. 11th, 2004 01:19 amTitle: Photos
Pairing: Shanks/Ben
Rating: PG-13ish
Word Count: 308
“Close the door.”
Oh shit. He knew that tone. It was the ‘you’ve gone too far and truly managed to piss me off’ voice. He did as he was told, swallowing as he turned to face the other man.
“Ben, what’s the hurry? That eager to have me join ya on the bed?”
He smiled weakly, hoping his attempt at humor would lighten the mood. No such luck.
“Shut up Shanks.”
As he moved closer, he could see Ben holding a brown folder. Oh, he was in trouble now.
“Explain this.”
Shanks sat down on the bed, freeing the folder from Ben’s grip. Opening it, he smiled fondly at the first photograph.
“Well, ya see, this is from when we stopped in Nadripool. You had tequila. I couldn’t resist. These’re also from there. Look, ya enjoyed yourself, OK? If you’d’ve said no, I’d’ve stopped.”
Ben snorted. “I was drunk. You took advantage.”
Shanks moved on to the next batch.
“And these’re from Barrel Point. You had tequila. Here’s some from our vacation.”
Ben sighed. “I had tequila.”
Shanks pulled up several more sets, and Ben buried his face in his hands.
“I’m never drinking tequila again.”
“Hey, they’re not so bad. I like ‘em. They’re good company when you’re not around. ‘Sides, it’s not like you didn’t take some shots, too. They’re not great, you bein’ drunk, but you can have ‘em if ya stand up real quick.”
Curious, Ben complied as Shanks dug around under the mattress. He passed another folder to Ben. The photos inside were fuzzy, often with fingers in the way, but clearly of Shanks. The captain headed for the closet, rummaging around while Ben flipped through the pictures. Emerging with the camera, he grinned lustily at the first mate.
“I’ll let ya take some new ones if ya don’t give up the tequila.”
Pairing: Shanks/Ben
Rating: PG-13ish
Word Count: 308
“Close the door.”
Oh shit. He knew that tone. It was the ‘you’ve gone too far and truly managed to piss me off’ voice. He did as he was told, swallowing as he turned to face the other man.
“Ben, what’s the hurry? That eager to have me join ya on the bed?”
He smiled weakly, hoping his attempt at humor would lighten the mood. No such luck.
“Shut up Shanks.”
As he moved closer, he could see Ben holding a brown folder. Oh, he was in trouble now.
“Explain this.”
Shanks sat down on the bed, freeing the folder from Ben’s grip. Opening it, he smiled fondly at the first photograph.
“Well, ya see, this is from when we stopped in Nadripool. You had tequila. I couldn’t resist. These’re also from there. Look, ya enjoyed yourself, OK? If you’d’ve said no, I’d’ve stopped.”
Ben snorted. “I was drunk. You took advantage.”
Shanks moved on to the next batch.
“And these’re from Barrel Point. You had tequila. Here’s some from our vacation.”
Ben sighed. “I had tequila.”
Shanks pulled up several more sets, and Ben buried his face in his hands.
“I’m never drinking tequila again.”
“Hey, they’re not so bad. I like ‘em. They’re good company when you’re not around. ‘Sides, it’s not like you didn’t take some shots, too. They’re not great, you bein’ drunk, but you can have ‘em if ya stand up real quick.”
Curious, Ben complied as Shanks dug around under the mattress. He passed another folder to Ben. The photos inside were fuzzy, often with fingers in the way, but clearly of Shanks. The captain headed for the closet, rummaging around while Ben flipped through the pictures. Emerging with the camera, he grinned lustily at the first mate.
“I’ll let ya take some new ones if ya don’t give up the tequila.”
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Date: 2004-08-11 05:34 am (UTC)God I love Shanks.
You make me love him more. Dirty pictures are wonderful, wonderful things. XD
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Date: 2004-08-11 07:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-12 02:11 am (UTC)