Just Shoot Me! (tv show); Elliot/Finch
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rareslashTitle: Of Photographs and the Photographers who take Them
Author: usedusername
Fandom: Just Shoot Me!
Pairing: Finch/Elliot
Rating: very light PG-13
The fact is, he is not gay.
Which, Finch doesn’t hesitate to point out, he has documented. When on dating websites, he always checked the ‘heterosexual’ box. And, once, when asking for a personal ad to be put in a newspaper, he’d said, “All right, you got that? Tall, handsome, athletic hunk of a man looking for a sexy-fun time. And no guys, okay? Be sure about that one. No guys. In cap-i-tal let-tors.”
“Yes, sir,” the woman over the phone had said, “and how would you like to pay for this?”
Finch paused. “How would you like to go out with a tall, handsome, athletic hunk of a man looking for a sexy-fun time?”
She’d hung up.
But he was sure that she’d written his message down, so this example still counted.
And still, somehow, everything had built up to Elliot being loaded down with tripods and cameras. To them both staying late, “New models, right?” Finch asked.
“Right,” Elliot had answered.
“Oh, Finch likey. I’ve been looking for a new model; got the wax and everything, just looking for something to shine.”
“For the sake of my sanity, I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.”
Elliot let Finch watch the photo shoot on two conditions: that he’d be quiet and that Elliot could stick around and watch all the models shoot Finch down. Finch was thinking, triumphantly, that now that Elliot had jinxed it, the models would surely join him for some group sex, and under this sentiment readily shook Elliot’s hand to clinch the deal.
As it turned out, they all turned him down; Elliot gave him an ‘I told you so’ look. Finch was somewhat more disheartened by this look than the models' rejection.
“C’mon, I’ll get you a drink.” Elliot said.
Finch agreed.
And they drank, sitting across from each other at Elliot’s table.
Finch was still upset--just a little, not bothered enough to mention anything. Elliot still knew, but he didn't mention it, either.
Sometime after Finch had lost count of their drinks, Elliot reached over, tipping a glass onto the table, “Whoops.” and touched Finch’s face. And in one of those horribly cliché television moments, Elliot had kissed him.
And in one of those even more horribly cliché television moments, Finch had kissed back.
Elliot’s facial hair made it hard for Finch to remember that he definitely was not gay. Even if he did check the ‘heterosexual’ boxes.
'What’s a mustache?' Finch finally thought, 'Nothing. Elliot’s just a French girl, that’s all.'
Author: usedusername
Fandom: Just Shoot Me!
Pairing: Finch/Elliot
Rating: very light PG-13
The fact is, he is not gay.
Which, Finch doesn’t hesitate to point out, he has documented. When on dating websites, he always checked the ‘heterosexual’ box. And, once, when asking for a personal ad to be put in a newspaper, he’d said, “All right, you got that? Tall, handsome, athletic hunk of a man looking for a sexy-fun time. And no guys, okay? Be sure about that one. No guys. In cap-i-tal let-tors.”
“Yes, sir,” the woman over the phone had said, “and how would you like to pay for this?”
Finch paused. “How would you like to go out with a tall, handsome, athletic hunk of a man looking for a sexy-fun time?”
She’d hung up.
But he was sure that she’d written his message down, so this example still counted.
And still, somehow, everything had built up to Elliot being loaded down with tripods and cameras. To them both staying late, “New models, right?” Finch asked.
“Right,” Elliot had answered.
“Oh, Finch likey. I’ve been looking for a new model; got the wax and everything, just looking for something to shine.”
“For the sake of my sanity, I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.”
Elliot let Finch watch the photo shoot on two conditions: that he’d be quiet and that Elliot could stick around and watch all the models shoot Finch down. Finch was thinking, triumphantly, that now that Elliot had jinxed it, the models would surely join him for some group sex, and under this sentiment readily shook Elliot’s hand to clinch the deal.
As it turned out, they all turned him down; Elliot gave him an ‘I told you so’ look. Finch was somewhat more disheartened by this look than the models' rejection.
“C’mon, I’ll get you a drink.” Elliot said.
Finch agreed.
And they drank, sitting across from each other at Elliot’s table.
Finch was still upset--just a little, not bothered enough to mention anything. Elliot still knew, but he didn't mention it, either.
Sometime after Finch had lost count of their drinks, Elliot reached over, tipping a glass onto the table, “Whoops.” and touched Finch’s face. And in one of those horribly cliché television moments, Elliot had kissed him.
And in one of those even more horribly cliché television moments, Finch had kissed back.
Elliot’s facial hair made it hard for Finch to remember that he definitely was not gay. Even if he did check the ‘heterosexual’ boxes.
'What’s a mustache?' Finch finally thought, 'Nothing. Elliot’s just a French girl, that’s all.'
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Date: 2008-05-02 02:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-02 07:43 pm (UTC)lolxD if you're curious, I have a Weekend at Bernie's fic...thing:
http://community.livejournal.com/allfandomfics/338466.html#cutid1
I know, it's pretty lame to pimp yourself on a comment. I'm sorry.