fic: Marking time.
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munninTitle: Marking Time
Characters: The band.
Fandom: Band!AU
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: All fun, no cash.
Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.
Summary: the band deal with a delay at a gig. Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jbadgr as an image she might like to draw if she feels so inspired...
They milled around the van, waiting for Alfred to get back. There’d been some minor miss-communication about the set up and they didn’t want to unpack the gear till they knew what they needed.
Damien leant against the passenger’s door, his headphones in and his hood down. His dark eyes were lost in some middle distance as he tuned out the chatter around him. His fingers drummed over the flat of his thighs, moving with the chords of their songs as he mentally preparing for the gig.
Tim and Steph sat back to back on the step of the van’s side door, their guitars across their laps. Tim’s eyes slipped closed as he worked through the chords, twisting Terry’s pegs delicately to tune up. The song they played together had no name, never got played on stage or would never be recorded. The song was theirs and theirs alone; a simple dance of notes that spoke of purple and red, of rooftops and chases, of Spoiler and Robin. Steph smiled softly as her guitar stings warmed to her touch. She was never really ready till they played this together.
Dick and Jay sparred, dancing playfully around each other. This close to a gig Dick was a ball of pent up energy just waiting to be released. The delay made him fidgety and that nervous energy had to go somewhere. It wasn’t hardcore sparring like in the old days - more of an aggressive game of tag. They bounced across the carpark, trading laughing blows. Dick got a clean shot, the worn leather of Jay’s jacket creaking beneath his hand as he connected with the drummer’s side. He crowed in triumph only to find himself thrown against the side of the van, his arm pushed up behind his back as Jay pressed against him.
“Don’t break him too bad.” Steph called in her best mother-hen voice. “Can’t have you messing up his pretty face before he goes on stage.”
Jay grinned wickedly, grinding against Dick’s ass. “It’s not his pretty face I gunna mess up.” He leered.
“Tim!” Dick moaned, bucking against Jay’s grip. “Save me!”
Tim tsked, not looking up from his bass. “You only have yourself to blame. You shouldn’t have fallen for that feign.”
“Oh but-” Dick’s whine broke off in a moan as Jay laced a fist in his hair, pulling just tight enough to make the lead singer pant.
Alfred’s polite cough caught them all off guard; the gentleman’s gentlemen stealthy than any Bat. “It appears we will not be requiring the amplifiers this evening, the club’s sound system will be sufficient.”
Tim cocked his head. “Are you sure it’ll work with our rig?”
“I feel confident.” Alfred nodded. “However if I might recommend alacrity in setting up this evening? If their sound system proves to be unsatisfactory, we will still have time to alter the arrangement.”
Dick popped the back of the van. “Alright kids, let’s hit it!”
As they unpacked their gear, Dick took a quiet moment to adjust himself, caught out by his uncomfortably tight jeans. As he grabbed his mike rigs and cables out of the back of the van, he wondered if he could convince Tim and Jay to enjoy a not-so-quite night in with him after the gig.
Characters: The band.
Fandom: Band!AU
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: All fun, no cash.
Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.
Summary: the band deal with a delay at a gig. Written for
jbadgr as an image she might like to draw if she feels so inspired...They milled around the van, waiting for Alfred to get back. There’d been some minor miss-communication about the set up and they didn’t want to unpack the gear till they knew what they needed.
Damien leant against the passenger’s door, his headphones in and his hood down. His dark eyes were lost in some middle distance as he tuned out the chatter around him. His fingers drummed over the flat of his thighs, moving with the chords of their songs as he mentally preparing for the gig.
Tim and Steph sat back to back on the step of the van’s side door, their guitars across their laps. Tim’s eyes slipped closed as he worked through the chords, twisting Terry’s pegs delicately to tune up. The song they played together had no name, never got played on stage or would never be recorded. The song was theirs and theirs alone; a simple dance of notes that spoke of purple and red, of rooftops and chases, of Spoiler and Robin. Steph smiled softly as her guitar stings warmed to her touch. She was never really ready till they played this together.
Dick and Jay sparred, dancing playfully around each other. This close to a gig Dick was a ball of pent up energy just waiting to be released. The delay made him fidgety and that nervous energy had to go somewhere. It wasn’t hardcore sparring like in the old days - more of an aggressive game of tag. They bounced across the carpark, trading laughing blows. Dick got a clean shot, the worn leather of Jay’s jacket creaking beneath his hand as he connected with the drummer’s side. He crowed in triumph only to find himself thrown against the side of the van, his arm pushed up behind his back as Jay pressed against him.
“Don’t break him too bad.” Steph called in her best mother-hen voice. “Can’t have you messing up his pretty face before he goes on stage.”
Jay grinned wickedly, grinding against Dick’s ass. “It’s not his pretty face I gunna mess up.” He leered.
“Tim!” Dick moaned, bucking against Jay’s grip. “Save me!”
Tim tsked, not looking up from his bass. “You only have yourself to blame. You shouldn’t have fallen for that feign.”
“Oh but-” Dick’s whine broke off in a moan as Jay laced a fist in his hair, pulling just tight enough to make the lead singer pant.
Alfred’s polite cough caught them all off guard; the gentleman’s gentlemen stealthy than any Bat. “It appears we will not be requiring the amplifiers this evening, the club’s sound system will be sufficient.”
Tim cocked his head. “Are you sure it’ll work with our rig?”
“I feel confident.” Alfred nodded. “However if I might recommend alacrity in setting up this evening? If their sound system proves to be unsatisfactory, we will still have time to alter the arrangement.”
Dick popped the back of the van. “Alright kids, let’s hit it!”
As they unpacked their gear, Dick took a quiet moment to adjust himself, caught out by his uncomfortably tight jeans. As he grabbed his mike rigs and cables out of the back of the van, he wondered if he could convince Tim and Jay to enjoy a not-so-quite night in with him after the gig.
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Date: 2010-04-25 01:05 pm (UTC)