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Entry tags:
- au,
- craig/david,
- r
Fic: Of Best Friends and Lunchboxes (6/12)
Title: Of Best Friends and Lunchboxes (6/12)
Author: Viktoria Angelique (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
v_angelique)
Pairing: DW/CP
Rating: series up to R; PG-13 this part
Disclaimer: This is very, very untrue, and AU in fact, so even more untrue! Also, I'm borrowing real people including Dave's wife and daughter, but only the names are real, the rest--completely fictional.
Warning: Het mentioned, sort of.
Chapter Summary: Dave and Craig get to know each other more.
Previous Chapters
“Do you confess about me?”
“What?” Dave’s look was incredulous, yet amused, as Craig’s eyes stayed firmly locked on his needles, his fingers painstakingly slow as they completed the purling motion.
“You know, at confession. At church,” Craig clarified. “Do you have to confess every time you hang out with your gay friend?”
Dave laughed and shook his head. “Nah. I’m not doing anything wrong. The Bible doesn’t say we can’t hang out with gay people, just that we shouldn’t be gay. Or ‘lie with men,’ rather.”
“Yeah, and that kind of fits in the job description,” Craig pointed out with a cheeky grin. “Aw, fuck! Dropped a stitch.”
“Here, don’t panic. Let me.” Craig stilled his fingers as Dave leaned over him on the couch, his fingers deftly working to fix the row of loops on Craig’s needle. “There. All better.”
“Thanks. You do realize it’s going to be years before I ever have a scarf, right?”
“Hey, that’s fine with me. I’ve got plenty of spare years to spend, and if I ever knit at my own house my wife will have a panic attack.”
Craig burst out laughing. “What did you tell her, anyway? Does she know you’re here?”
“Said you were having trouble with your roof again. Good Samaritan and all.”
“Ooh. Isn’t there a ‘thou shalt not lie’ in there somewhere?”
“Shut up.” Dave blushed as he finished off a row. “For that I am knitting you a hot pink boa for your birthday.”
“I’ll wear it proudly, and you know it!”
Dave smiled and shook his head. “I don’t know. If I didn’t know you were gay, I’d never guess it. You’re not so…”
“Camp?”
“Yeah.”
“You should meet some of the guys in the productions I’ve been in. But yeah, I’m only camp when I want to be. And that’s not too often.”
“Then you’re definitely getting the boa. And you’ll be wearing it in your Christmas card photo, which I’ll be taking.”
“Hey, I don’t know if I can afford you, Mr. Photographer. What do you charge?”
“Ha, I wish. Photography isn’t a ‘real’ profession any more than graphic arts.”
“Your wife is such a bitch sometimes.” Dave’s eyes went wide, almost dropping his knitting as he stared at Craig. “What? It’s true! You know it, I’m just stating facts.”
“Well, I mean, she’s a little straight-laced…”
“You say potato, I say…”
“Okay, I get it. But Kate means well.”
“I’m sure she does. I still wish she didn’t treat you like shit.”
“She doesn’t. A lot of that is my fau…”
“No.” Craig stopped Dave midsentence, setting his knitting in his lap and grabbing Dave’s face in both hands. “Promise me you won’t ever say that again.”
“Craig, I can’t…”
“Promise.”
“Fine, I’ll try my best not to say it again.”
“Fair enough. Or I will beat you with a knitting needle.”
“Kinky.”
For a long moment, Craig Parker was speechless.
“Have you ever considered acting?”
“What? No! I’m a shy man, Craig…”
“You’d be a natural straight man.”
“Think about that sentence.”
“Well, that too. You haven’t got a bent bone in your body.”
“Are you implying something about my lack of fashion sense, Parker?”
“No, I’m pointing out that your wife is away for the weekend again and therefore you’ve shown up at my house to make me dinner and yet you find nothing suspicious about that arrangement.”
“Oh.” Dave blushed, stirring in grated Parmesan and pointedly not looking at Craig.
“I’m just saying. It speaks well for your innocence.”
“I’m not innocent!”
Craig raised an eyebrow.
“I’m not!”
“You’ve never kissed anyone who wasn’t your wife.”
“You don’t know that!”
“You said Kate was the first person you’d ever kissed.”
“I might have cheated on her.”
“You haven’t. I know you too well.”
“Okay, fine. I’ve never kissed anyone else. It’s beside the point though, now.”
“Have you ever even half-considered divorce? I don’t mean to be devil’s advocate, but…”
“It’s not an option.”
“What if there’s a woman out there that you could fall in love with?”
“I’ve never been that attracted to other women…”
“What if there’s a man?”
For about ten seconds, absolute silence descended on the house.
Then, Craig burst out laughing.
“Kidding! Kidding…”
“You little….”
“I got a raise yesterday.”
“You’re kidding! Dave, that’s great!”
Dave grinned as Craig pulled him into a tight hug in the aisle of the supermarket. “I know. Shit job, but at least they’re paying me for it. I’m thinking of maybe getting a laptop…”
“Wait, don’t you have a computer?”
“Well, I do, but it’s a desktop, and Kate has access to it…”
“You’re going to buy a secret computer?” Craig grinned.
“Yeah, I think so. You know, so I can mess with some new graphics programs…”
“Dave, you little sneak! I love it!”
Dave grinned widely, grabbing an apple and dropping it into his basket. “So I was thinking, you know, maybe I could keep it at your place? If you don’t mind…”
“Sure, that’s cool.”
“Thanks! That’d be great… I’m thinking of maybe doing some freelance work through the Internet, actually, you know, see if I can establish myself…”
“Really? You’re not quitting your real estate job…”
“Well, no, but I’m just thinking… well, I’ve been thinking.”
Craig nodded. “You can take your time, you know. Rome wasn’t built in a day.”
“Or destroyed.” David sighed. “I should go.”
“Hey, cheer up sunshine.” Craig tossed him a pack of Milk Duds, winking. “Eat in the car. I swear to God she’ll never know.
Dave grinned widely. “See you later, Craig.”
“What the hell are you doing here?” Craig asked blearily, rubbing his eyes. “Aren’t you supposed to be in church?”
“Said I was sick. Is it here?” Dave was bouncing on his toes like an excited puppy. Craig just waved him in and sighed as he went to make the coffee.
“In my bedroom. Still in the box.” Craig had a few moments peace as he spooned the coffee grinds into the filter, and then the inevitable happy squeal issued from the bedroom.
“It’s perfect!”
“You custom-ordered it, Daisy. Of course it’s perfect!” Craig rolled his eyes to himself, flipping the switch on the coffee maker and heading back to his room. Dave had told him about the nickname his sisters sometimes used, and Craig thought it fit him perfectly, a small and seemingly insignificant but beautiful flower.
“Well it’s different seeing it in person,” Dave insisted, bouncing onto the bed with his legs tucked under him and pulling out all his computer’s accessories. He shifted a bit as he pulled out the external mouse, though, and frowned slightly. “What the hell…?”
Craig watched sleepily as Dave fished around under the sheet for the source of his discomfort, and then his eyes suddenly went wide as he realized what had happened, diving forward to grab the object before Dave could touch it.
“Is that a…. oh my God, you have a purple dildo!” Dave exclaimed gleefully as Craig blushed bright pink and hid it safely away in a drawer. “Craig, have you been getting some action that I need to know about?” Dave wriggled his eyebrows and Craig laughed at his innocent churchgoing friend’s newfound nonchalance about such things. Whether he realized it or not, Dave was changing.
“Daisy, if I were getting action, why would I need a dildo?” Craig pointed out.
Dave seemed to ponder it for a moment, and then blushed even brighter than Craig. “Oh. You really… I mean… you put that… up there… for fun?”
Craig snorted. “Yes, Dave. I’m gay. I happen to like sticking things up my arse on occasion, believe it or not.”
“Oh. I figured it was only… I mean the only good part was… you know… being on top.”
Craig just smiled at Dave’s embarrassment and shook his head. “Actually no. Both ways are good. Do you know where your prostate is, Dave?”
Dave frowned and nodded. “Yeah, it’s that thing back there, you know, that they have to check for cancer….”
Craig rolled his eyes. “Well yeah, but it’s got a function other than giving you cancer, darling.”
Dave looked suspicious, computer forgotten. “What?”
“You can get to it, you know, from inside your arse. It's wired pretty much directly to your dick, and it feels extremely good when touched. Or rubbed. Like during sex.”
“Oh… really?” Dave looked fairly shocked by this revelation, and Craig grinned, nodding.
“Yeah. Hence the big purple dildo. Fascinating, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, um, I think I prefer the computer, thanks.”
Craig barked out a laugh and went to get his coffee.
Author: Viktoria Angelique (
v_angelique)Pairing: DW/CP
Rating: series up to R; PG-13 this part
Disclaimer: This is very, very untrue, and AU in fact, so even more untrue! Also, I'm borrowing real people including Dave's wife and daughter, but only the names are real, the rest--completely fictional.
Warning: Het mentioned, sort of.
Chapter Summary: Dave and Craig get to know each other more.
Previous Chapters
“Do you confess about me?”
“What?” Dave’s look was incredulous, yet amused, as Craig’s eyes stayed firmly locked on his needles, his fingers painstakingly slow as they completed the purling motion.
“You know, at confession. At church,” Craig clarified. “Do you have to confess every time you hang out with your gay friend?”
Dave laughed and shook his head. “Nah. I’m not doing anything wrong. The Bible doesn’t say we can’t hang out with gay people, just that we shouldn’t be gay. Or ‘lie with men,’ rather.”
“Yeah, and that kind of fits in the job description,” Craig pointed out with a cheeky grin. “Aw, fuck! Dropped a stitch.”
“Here, don’t panic. Let me.” Craig stilled his fingers as Dave leaned over him on the couch, his fingers deftly working to fix the row of loops on Craig’s needle. “There. All better.”
“Thanks. You do realize it’s going to be years before I ever have a scarf, right?”
“Hey, that’s fine with me. I’ve got plenty of spare years to spend, and if I ever knit at my own house my wife will have a panic attack.”
Craig burst out laughing. “What did you tell her, anyway? Does she know you’re here?”
“Said you were having trouble with your roof again. Good Samaritan and all.”
“Ooh. Isn’t there a ‘thou shalt not lie’ in there somewhere?”
“Shut up.” Dave blushed as he finished off a row. “For that I am knitting you a hot pink boa for your birthday.”
“I’ll wear it proudly, and you know it!”
Dave smiled and shook his head. “I don’t know. If I didn’t know you were gay, I’d never guess it. You’re not so…”
“Camp?”
“Yeah.”
“You should meet some of the guys in the productions I’ve been in. But yeah, I’m only camp when I want to be. And that’s not too often.”
“Then you’re definitely getting the boa. And you’ll be wearing it in your Christmas card photo, which I’ll be taking.”
“Hey, I don’t know if I can afford you, Mr. Photographer. What do you charge?”
“Ha, I wish. Photography isn’t a ‘real’ profession any more than graphic arts.”
“Your wife is such a bitch sometimes.” Dave’s eyes went wide, almost dropping his knitting as he stared at Craig. “What? It’s true! You know it, I’m just stating facts.”
“Well, I mean, she’s a little straight-laced…”
“You say potato, I say…”
“Okay, I get it. But Kate means well.”
“I’m sure she does. I still wish she didn’t treat you like shit.”
“She doesn’t. A lot of that is my fau…”
“No.” Craig stopped Dave midsentence, setting his knitting in his lap and grabbing Dave’s face in both hands. “Promise me you won’t ever say that again.”
“Craig, I can’t…”
“Promise.”
“Fine, I’ll try my best not to say it again.”
“Fair enough. Or I will beat you with a knitting needle.”
“Kinky.”
For a long moment, Craig Parker was speechless.
“Have you ever considered acting?”
“What? No! I’m a shy man, Craig…”
“You’d be a natural straight man.”
“Think about that sentence.”
“Well, that too. You haven’t got a bent bone in your body.”
“Are you implying something about my lack of fashion sense, Parker?”
“No, I’m pointing out that your wife is away for the weekend again and therefore you’ve shown up at my house to make me dinner and yet you find nothing suspicious about that arrangement.”
“Oh.” Dave blushed, stirring in grated Parmesan and pointedly not looking at Craig.
“I’m just saying. It speaks well for your innocence.”
“I’m not innocent!”
Craig raised an eyebrow.
“I’m not!”
“You’ve never kissed anyone who wasn’t your wife.”
“You don’t know that!”
“You said Kate was the first person you’d ever kissed.”
“I might have cheated on her.”
“You haven’t. I know you too well.”
“Okay, fine. I’ve never kissed anyone else. It’s beside the point though, now.”
“Have you ever even half-considered divorce? I don’t mean to be devil’s advocate, but…”
“It’s not an option.”
“What if there’s a woman out there that you could fall in love with?”
“I’ve never been that attracted to other women…”
“What if there’s a man?”
For about ten seconds, absolute silence descended on the house.
Then, Craig burst out laughing.
“Kidding! Kidding…”
“You little….”
“I got a raise yesterday.”
“You’re kidding! Dave, that’s great!”
Dave grinned as Craig pulled him into a tight hug in the aisle of the supermarket. “I know. Shit job, but at least they’re paying me for it. I’m thinking of maybe getting a laptop…”
“Wait, don’t you have a computer?”
“Well, I do, but it’s a desktop, and Kate has access to it…”
“You’re going to buy a secret computer?” Craig grinned.
“Yeah, I think so. You know, so I can mess with some new graphics programs…”
“Dave, you little sneak! I love it!”
Dave grinned widely, grabbing an apple and dropping it into his basket. “So I was thinking, you know, maybe I could keep it at your place? If you don’t mind…”
“Sure, that’s cool.”
“Thanks! That’d be great… I’m thinking of maybe doing some freelance work through the Internet, actually, you know, see if I can establish myself…”
“Really? You’re not quitting your real estate job…”
“Well, no, but I’m just thinking… well, I’ve been thinking.”
Craig nodded. “You can take your time, you know. Rome wasn’t built in a day.”
“Or destroyed.” David sighed. “I should go.”
“Hey, cheer up sunshine.” Craig tossed him a pack of Milk Duds, winking. “Eat in the car. I swear to God she’ll never know.
Dave grinned widely. “See you later, Craig.”
“What the hell are you doing here?” Craig asked blearily, rubbing his eyes. “Aren’t you supposed to be in church?”
“Said I was sick. Is it here?” Dave was bouncing on his toes like an excited puppy. Craig just waved him in and sighed as he went to make the coffee.
“In my bedroom. Still in the box.” Craig had a few moments peace as he spooned the coffee grinds into the filter, and then the inevitable happy squeal issued from the bedroom.
“It’s perfect!”
“You custom-ordered it, Daisy. Of course it’s perfect!” Craig rolled his eyes to himself, flipping the switch on the coffee maker and heading back to his room. Dave had told him about the nickname his sisters sometimes used, and Craig thought it fit him perfectly, a small and seemingly insignificant but beautiful flower.
“Well it’s different seeing it in person,” Dave insisted, bouncing onto the bed with his legs tucked under him and pulling out all his computer’s accessories. He shifted a bit as he pulled out the external mouse, though, and frowned slightly. “What the hell…?”
Craig watched sleepily as Dave fished around under the sheet for the source of his discomfort, and then his eyes suddenly went wide as he realized what had happened, diving forward to grab the object before Dave could touch it.
“Is that a…. oh my God, you have a purple dildo!” Dave exclaimed gleefully as Craig blushed bright pink and hid it safely away in a drawer. “Craig, have you been getting some action that I need to know about?” Dave wriggled his eyebrows and Craig laughed at his innocent churchgoing friend’s newfound nonchalance about such things. Whether he realized it or not, Dave was changing.
“Daisy, if I were getting action, why would I need a dildo?” Craig pointed out.
Dave seemed to ponder it for a moment, and then blushed even brighter than Craig. “Oh. You really… I mean… you put that… up there… for fun?”
Craig snorted. “Yes, Dave. I’m gay. I happen to like sticking things up my arse on occasion, believe it or not.”
“Oh. I figured it was only… I mean the only good part was… you know… being on top.”
Craig just smiled at Dave’s embarrassment and shook his head. “Actually no. Both ways are good. Do you know where your prostate is, Dave?”
Dave frowned and nodded. “Yeah, it’s that thing back there, you know, that they have to check for cancer….”
Craig rolled his eyes. “Well yeah, but it’s got a function other than giving you cancer, darling.”
Dave looked suspicious, computer forgotten. “What?”
“You can get to it, you know, from inside your arse. It's wired pretty much directly to your dick, and it feels extremely good when touched. Or rubbed. Like during sex.”
“Oh… really?” Dave looked fairly shocked by this revelation, and Craig grinned, nodding.
“Yeah. Hence the big purple dildo. Fascinating, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, um, I think I prefer the computer, thanks.”
Craig barked out a laugh and went to get his coffee.
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“Oh… really?” Dave looked fairly shocked by this revelation, and Craig grinned, nodding.
“Yeah. Hence the big purple dildo. Fascinating, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, um, I think I prefer the computer, thanks.”
Yes, I have a dirty mind (don't we all?) but that just.... [giggling facepalm]
All I can say here is that I hope he uses a LOT of lube! ;)
Angie
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This is just so funny. But it's also very endearing at the same time. They are getting so close and comfortable together. I wonder when they realize that themselves.
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Lovely lovely chapter. Love the end computer paragraph. Excited Daisy with toys~!! *dreams at the lovely image*
They are so sweet togather!
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