Fic: Funny - PG-13
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reddwarfslashTitle: Funny
Pairing: Petersen/Lister; Rimmer/Lister
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own Red Dwarf or make any money from this.
Spoilers: None that I know of, set before The End.
Petersen liked Lister. This was nothing special – everyone liked Lister. Almost everyone, anyway. He was warm and easy-going and had a smile you could write songs about. He had a brilliant sense of humour. Petersen would be telling the worst joke in the world and know he could still count on Lister to laugh at it, cheeks creased and eyes sparkling. Sometimes Petersen thought he'd do anything to make Lister look like that, no matter how stupid. And boy, he'd done some stupid things in the name of making Lister laugh.
He wondered briefly if this would count as one of them. Lister was certainly laughing, they both were, although the laughter was more giggles than guffaws. And it was certainly stupid - Lister's freak of a bunkmate could walk in at any time. Not that Petersen would care, but he had the funny feeling Lister might.
He caught Lister's lower lip possessively between his teeth.
Petersen was funny. He could make you laugh 'til you ached. If you were especially drunk he'd just have to look at you and you'd be laughing. And, if you were with Petersen, chances are you'd be especially drunk. He had a way of talking you into things, making them seem like a great idea, whether it was another drink or a tattoo or a drunken fumble in the dark.
Lister honestly didn't know why they'd come back here, to this room, this bed, of all places. Where else was there to go? And the bottom bunk was bigger, they were less likely to fall out of it. At least, mercifully, Rimmer was out. The smeghead seemed to follow Lister wherever he went, whatever he did. Hell, even the sheets he was lying on smelt of his crap aftershave. He wriggled against Petersen, taking a perverse delight in messing up those same bedsheets, and tried to banish thoughts of Rimmer from his mind.
And smegging hell, Petersen was biting him.
Rimmer scowled as he slapped the door panel to his quarters irritably. He had spent the past two hours and forty seven minutes scouring the ship for his goit of a smeghead of a bunkmate. Rimmer was going to find him, find out where he'd hidden his revision notes, and then kill him.
The doors whooshed open, allowing the light from the corridor to fall like a spotlight onto the two figures spreadeagled on the lower bed.
Thoughts seemed to enter Rimmer's head all at once, like Lister's gay, he's being gay on my bunk and oh smeg, what if they've done this before, on the sheets I sleep in? From now on he'd have to wash them daily, just in case. Another thought popped up, unbidden, one which scared him a little. I'd like to wipe that stupid grin right off Petersen's face. Then Rimmer did what he always did when confronted by something that scared him. He turned around and fled.
Pairing: Petersen/Lister; Rimmer/Lister
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own Red Dwarf or make any money from this.
Spoilers: None that I know of, set before The End.
Petersen liked Lister. This was nothing special – everyone liked Lister. Almost everyone, anyway. He was warm and easy-going and had a smile you could write songs about. He had a brilliant sense of humour. Petersen would be telling the worst joke in the world and know he could still count on Lister to laugh at it, cheeks creased and eyes sparkling. Sometimes Petersen thought he'd do anything to make Lister look like that, no matter how stupid. And boy, he'd done some stupid things in the name of making Lister laugh.
He wondered briefly if this would count as one of them. Lister was certainly laughing, they both were, although the laughter was more giggles than guffaws. And it was certainly stupid - Lister's freak of a bunkmate could walk in at any time. Not that Petersen would care, but he had the funny feeling Lister might.
He caught Lister's lower lip possessively between his teeth.
Petersen was funny. He could make you laugh 'til you ached. If you were especially drunk he'd just have to look at you and you'd be laughing. And, if you were with Petersen, chances are you'd be especially drunk. He had a way of talking you into things, making them seem like a great idea, whether it was another drink or a tattoo or a drunken fumble in the dark.
Lister honestly didn't know why they'd come back here, to this room, this bed, of all places. Where else was there to go? And the bottom bunk was bigger, they were less likely to fall out of it. At least, mercifully, Rimmer was out. The smeghead seemed to follow Lister wherever he went, whatever he did. Hell, even the sheets he was lying on smelt of his crap aftershave. He wriggled against Petersen, taking a perverse delight in messing up those same bedsheets, and tried to banish thoughts of Rimmer from his mind.
And smegging hell, Petersen was biting him.
Rimmer scowled as he slapped the door panel to his quarters irritably. He had spent the past two hours and forty seven minutes scouring the ship for his goit of a smeghead of a bunkmate. Rimmer was going to find him, find out where he'd hidden his revision notes, and then kill him.
The doors whooshed open, allowing the light from the corridor to fall like a spotlight onto the two figures spreadeagled on the lower bed.
Thoughts seemed to enter Rimmer's head all at once, like Lister's gay, he's being gay on my bunk and oh smeg, what if they've done this before, on the sheets I sleep in? From now on he'd have to wash them daily, just in case. Another thought popped up, unbidden, one which scared him a little. I'd like to wipe that stupid grin right off Petersen's face. Then Rimmer did what he always did when confronted by something that scared him. He turned around and fled.
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Date: 2007-09-22 08:48 pm (UTC)But Lister doesn't understand it, because that's not how he'd behave if he loved someone.
Thanks for commenting :)
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Date: 2007-09-23 09:45 am (UTC)Love your icon... "he just got me so drunk I didn't know what I was doing."
Killer line!
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Date: 2007-09-27 06:15 pm (UTC)That bit with Petersens's thoughts was so perfect, and even though the sex came as a surprise, as you intended, it still fits!
He had a way of talking you into things, making them seem like a great idea, whether it was another drink or a tattoo or a drunken fumble in the dark.
*snort*
Hell, even the sheets he was lying on smelt of his crap aftershave. He wriggled against Petersen, taking a perverse delight in messing up those same bedsheets, and tried to banish thoughts of Rimmer from his mind.
Perfect.
Rimmer's thoughts! Trying to wipe that grin off of Petersen's face, running away - perfectly done.
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Date: 2007-09-27 06:56 pm (UTC)Lister and Petersen as a couple have so much less baggage than Lister and Rimmer, if that makes any sense. Neither of them have the hangups Rimmer has. Still, I think Lister'd go with Petersen... but he'd be thinking of Rimmer.
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Date: 2008-07-26 06:55 am (UTC)The last paragraph with Rimmer's thought processes and him running away - perfect.
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Date: 2008-10-21 09:50 pm (UTC)he's being gay on my bunk
I love the panicky immaturity of this line.