Fic for challenge
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essayelThis is a response the the 500 word fic challenge set by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
villainny back in January. Everyone who signed up was provided with a picture prompt about which they had to write or make art. To my shame I'd forgotten about it until Friday so instead of art, here's a story.
Um - those of you hideously opposed to fluff might want to avoid it, but with the picture - well you'll see.
Sunshine and Daisies
Jake blinked sleepily and shifted, feeling the foliage crunch under the back of his head. The beat of the music rose in the hot air and he grinned, jogging a knee in rhythm.
“Mmmwhat,” Bry muttered. “Huh? Oh I like this one.” His hand began to beat time on Jake’s chest. After a moment he began to sing along.
Jake opened his eyes and looked up into the deep clear blue beyond the fringe of gently swaying grass heads and the ox-eye daisies blazing like cheerful little miniatures of the sun. The music drowned out the sounds of all but the heaviest lorries. All he could smell was the crushed greeness of the patch where they were laying and good clean sweat from himself and Bry and a pleasant tang of petrol and metal from the bike parked a few paces away.
It really was one of the most beautiful Friday afternoons he could remember.
He and Bryan had promised themselves a trip to Glastonbury years ago, soon after they had met, even before they had moved in together. But the tickets were a bit steep on their wages so it had been one of those promises they renewed year after year. This year Jake had had a tax rebate that coincided with some back pay for Bry and so they had done it . Jake remembered Bry’s excitement when the tickets had arrived. They had celebrated so hard that night they had broken the bedhead. And now they had got the tickets, got a tent, got the trusty old Yamaha serviced and dug the trash out of the sidecar and everything. It was even fabulous weather, and a line up to die for.
Glastonbury - and they would be there tonight!
Just as soon as the AA turned up with an innertube to fit the sidecar. Where they had picked up the nail God only knew but at least they had made it to this layby safely and had somewhere comfortable to wait where they didn’t have to breathe in exhaust fumes. There was even a pub over the road where they’d had pies and shandy for lunch, and the music drifting from the open windows wasn’t half bad.
The tune finished and the radio presenter began to deliver a news report. Bry’s fingers flexed against Jake’s chest, just catching a nipple, and he moved a bit closer. His knee crept over Jake’s and down and between .
“Oh yeah?”Jake raised his head and looked at him. “The grass is long but I don’t think it’s that long.”
Bryan grinned, his eyes still closed, but he grunted with disgust when the music blared out again.
“Eww Britney,” he said. “Ruined the mood, that has..” He placed his head more comfortably and relaxed with a grumble.
Jake chuckled. “You div,” he said. “But I love you.”
“Awwww,” Bry picked him a daisy.
“For me?” Jake took it and kissed the top of Bry’s head then flopped back with a happy sigh.
villainny back in January. Everyone who signed up was provided with a picture prompt about which they had to write or make art. To my shame I'd forgotten about it until Friday so instead of art, here's a story. Um - those of you hideously opposed to fluff might want to avoid it, but with the picture - well you'll see.
Sunshine and Daisies
Jake blinked sleepily and shifted, feeling the foliage crunch under the back of his head. The beat of the music rose in the hot air and he grinned, jogging a knee in rhythm.
“Mmmwhat,” Bry muttered. “Huh? Oh I like this one.” His hand began to beat time on Jake’s chest. After a moment he began to sing along.
Jake opened his eyes and looked up into the deep clear blue beyond the fringe of gently swaying grass heads and the ox-eye daisies blazing like cheerful little miniatures of the sun. The music drowned out the sounds of all but the heaviest lorries. All he could smell was the crushed greeness of the patch where they were laying and good clean sweat from himself and Bry and a pleasant tang of petrol and metal from the bike parked a few paces away.
It really was one of the most beautiful Friday afternoons he could remember.
He and Bryan had promised themselves a trip to Glastonbury years ago, soon after they had met, even before they had moved in together. But the tickets were a bit steep on their wages so it had been one of those promises they renewed year after year. This year Jake had had a tax rebate that coincided with some back pay for Bry and so they had done it . Jake remembered Bry’s excitement when the tickets had arrived. They had celebrated so hard that night they had broken the bedhead. And now they had got the tickets, got a tent, got the trusty old Yamaha serviced and dug the trash out of the sidecar and everything. It was even fabulous weather, and a line up to die for.
Glastonbury - and they would be there tonight!
Just as soon as the AA turned up with an innertube to fit the sidecar. Where they had picked up the nail God only knew but at least they had made it to this layby safely and had somewhere comfortable to wait where they didn’t have to breathe in exhaust fumes. There was even a pub over the road where they’d had pies and shandy for lunch, and the music drifting from the open windows wasn’t half bad.
The tune finished and the radio presenter began to deliver a news report. Bry’s fingers flexed against Jake’s chest, just catching a nipple, and he moved a bit closer. His knee crept over Jake’s and down and between .
“Oh yeah?”Jake raised his head and looked at him. “The grass is long but I don’t think it’s that long.”
Bryan grinned, his eyes still closed, but he grunted with disgust when the music blared out again.
“Eww Britney,” he said. “Ruined the mood, that has..” He placed his head more comfortably and relaxed with a grumble.
Jake chuckled. “You div,” he said. “But I love you.”
“Awwww,” Bry picked him a daisy.
“For me?” Jake took it and kissed the top of Bry’s head then flopped back with a happy sigh.
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Date: 2011-02-19 02:56 pm (UTC)As long as there had been no sheep in the meadow they'd be okay. Ticks are horrible things
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Date: 2011-02-14 10:09 pm (UTC)ox-eye daisies blazing like cheerful little miniatures of the sun
Perfect! I love ox-eye daisies.
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