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rareslashTitle: Romantic
Author: AliceDawkins
Fandom: The Usual Suspects
Pairing: McManus/Fenster
Rating: R for language and sexual content
Notes: My beta is not a native English-speaker, and new to the slash world. If this sucks, blame it on him, cause he said it was good.
I'm a romantic. If I say it out loud, people will laugh in my face, but I am. People think romance, they think baloons and flowers and Valentine shit, but that bullshit ain't romance..it ain't the real thing. Romance is doing shit you don't want to, just cause you know it will amuse someone, and ending up enjoying it anyway. Romance is giving up stuff you enjoy, cause it just isn't worth the trouble of pissing off someone you care about. Romance is the reason I stopped getting high.
If someone asks, I say I stopped getting high cause it interfered with business, or cause I'm not a kid anymore and it was fucking up my lungs, or cause I got tired of making an ass of myself in front of people. When I say that, Fenster just looks at me and half-smiles. He knows he's the only reason I gave up a 12-years habit. And he didn't ask me either. Never did. The thing is, getting high just pushes some Asshole button in me, and I end up saying nasty shit I don't mean. Most people just brush it off, but when you do that to someone who cares about you..it stings, man. Fenster brushed it off, as long as he could..he knew I didn't mean it, and he knew I didn't even fucking remember, but eventually it got to him. It started on a Monday, after a weekend I gave up trying to remeber a long time ago. He started walking around the house all sour and shit, and when I asked him what was up, he'd just say ''Nothing''..that kinda ''Nothing'' that means ''If you don't know it, then I'm not telling you, asshole''. He can be such a girl sometimes! Then, after 5 or 6 days, I just snapped at him. We were getting ready to go to bed, he still had a look like a nun who just had her ass grabed, and I yelled ''WHAT THE FUCK?!'' And then he told me. And I could tell he was..hurt. And that hurt me. And what hurt me the most wasn't that I involutarely hurt him, was that he tried so hard not to care, cause he knew I didn't mean it, and he knew if he said anything, I would stop with the heavy stuff. And that's not arrogance, that's just confidence in how much someone cares about you. Hell, I'm the guy who broke parole just cause he thought was a good idea to go freeze our asses off in Hellhole, Canada for a weekend, so he knows my list of Things I Wouldn't Do For Fenster is very short and still unheard of.
But Fenster was never one for romantic demonstrations, so it still surprises me that he would be the one doing one of the most romantic gestures in our..I guess you could call it ''relationship'', in lack of a better word. It started when he suddenly gets up one day and insists he needs some mint. Not only that, he insists I go get some mint. I ask what the hell for, and he says he wants to make a mojito. I say if he wants to get out at Fucking-Early-O'Clock just to get some plant to make a drink, then be my guess, cause I'm staying where I am, thank you very much. ''Plus'', I say, ''I haven't see you drink mojitos since...Oh!'' And he looks at me with that ''I knew you'd get it'' look, and I just go.. ''4 Years''. ''You remember?'', he says, and I go ''Duuhh! How do you forget the most mind-numbing, unbeliavable, amazing, hot, sex of your life???'' 4 years since I first tasted him, 4 years since I found out I can make sense of every word that comes out of his mouth, even the gibberish he mumbles when he's coming. ''THE MOST?'', he asks, and it takes me a while to find out why he seems pissed, till I realize telling someone who's been giving you the most mind-blowing sex of your life for 4 years, that they still haven't top it off that first time, it's not the smartest idea you could have. But that time was the best, and he has to know that, cause it was my first time with him, and I never thought it could be so damn good. It was like when you're a kid, and you jerk off for the first time, and it's like you find out this whole new favorite thing you couldn't even imagine. I could have told him all that, but I just said ''Till then'', and that was enough. Cause when someone gets you like he gets me, two words are enough. This huge grin appeared on his face, and he said ''Wanna see if I can top that?'' And he didn't top it off, nothing could top it off having Fenster's mouth wrapped around your cock for the first time, it's of those life-changing things, but it was mind-blowing, and easy, and natural, in the way only fucking someone you have that kind of conection with can be.
''How come we never celebrated this date before?'' I ask afterwards, and I swear it took me all the strenght I had left. ''I didn't want to get all fruity'', he says, and I laugh. ''And you never remembered, so..'' ''I remembered'', I say. ''I remember everything about it, just not the exact date it happened''. ''Plus'', I say, ''I always counted Arby's''. He makes a face like he's trying to remember, and then starts laughing. ''Arby's?? Joey Left-Eye out-of-prison welcome party?? We talked for like 30 seconds!'' and I may have blushed. ''Well, you made quite an impression! I was going to ask Joey for your number, but then the bastard got himself caught again. When I saw you on The Zone a month later, I almost believed someone up there liked me!'' ''Maybe someone does'', he says, already half-asleep. ''You think God had something to do with two crooks sucking each other in the back of a shitty bar?'' ''Maybe he knew how it would turn out'', he says. ''And how did turn out?'', I say. ''Like this'', he answers, and makes a vague gesture that I guess it meant to point to us. His left leg is wrapped around me, my right arm is covering his, he has this lazy, pleased look on his face like there's nothing else he could want at this moment, and I don't feel like leaving that bed ever again. And I figure if I was running this circus, it wouldn't hurt to pull some strings to make two crooks run into each other in a dirty bathroom on some god-forsaken bar-slash-drughole, if it would end up in a scene like that. Hell, maybe the guy upstairs it's an old romantic bastard himself.
Author: AliceDawkins
Fandom: The Usual Suspects
Pairing: McManus/Fenster
Rating: R for language and sexual content
Notes: My beta is not a native English-speaker, and new to the slash world. If this sucks, blame it on him, cause he said it was good.
I'm a romantic. If I say it out loud, people will laugh in my face, but I am. People think romance, they think baloons and flowers and Valentine shit, but that bullshit ain't romance..it ain't the real thing. Romance is doing shit you don't want to, just cause you know it will amuse someone, and ending up enjoying it anyway. Romance is giving up stuff you enjoy, cause it just isn't worth the trouble of pissing off someone you care about. Romance is the reason I stopped getting high.
If someone asks, I say I stopped getting high cause it interfered with business, or cause I'm not a kid anymore and it was fucking up my lungs, or cause I got tired of making an ass of myself in front of people. When I say that, Fenster just looks at me and half-smiles. He knows he's the only reason I gave up a 12-years habit. And he didn't ask me either. Never did. The thing is, getting high just pushes some Asshole button in me, and I end up saying nasty shit I don't mean. Most people just brush it off, but when you do that to someone who cares about you..it stings, man. Fenster brushed it off, as long as he could..he knew I didn't mean it, and he knew I didn't even fucking remember, but eventually it got to him. It started on a Monday, after a weekend I gave up trying to remeber a long time ago. He started walking around the house all sour and shit, and when I asked him what was up, he'd just say ''Nothing''..that kinda ''Nothing'' that means ''If you don't know it, then I'm not telling you, asshole''. He can be such a girl sometimes! Then, after 5 or 6 days, I just snapped at him. We were getting ready to go to bed, he still had a look like a nun who just had her ass grabed, and I yelled ''WHAT THE FUCK?!'' And then he told me. And I could tell he was..hurt. And that hurt me. And what hurt me the most wasn't that I involutarely hurt him, was that he tried so hard not to care, cause he knew I didn't mean it, and he knew if he said anything, I would stop with the heavy stuff. And that's not arrogance, that's just confidence in how much someone cares about you. Hell, I'm the guy who broke parole just cause he thought was a good idea to go freeze our asses off in Hellhole, Canada for a weekend, so he knows my list of Things I Wouldn't Do For Fenster is very short and still unheard of.
But Fenster was never one for romantic demonstrations, so it still surprises me that he would be the one doing one of the most romantic gestures in our..I guess you could call it ''relationship'', in lack of a better word. It started when he suddenly gets up one day and insists he needs some mint. Not only that, he insists I go get some mint. I ask what the hell for, and he says he wants to make a mojito. I say if he wants to get out at Fucking-Early-O'Clock just to get some plant to make a drink, then be my guess, cause I'm staying where I am, thank you very much. ''Plus'', I say, ''I haven't see you drink mojitos since...Oh!'' And he looks at me with that ''I knew you'd get it'' look, and I just go.. ''4 Years''. ''You remember?'', he says, and I go ''Duuhh! How do you forget the most mind-numbing, unbeliavable, amazing, hot, sex of your life???'' 4 years since I first tasted him, 4 years since I found out I can make sense of every word that comes out of his mouth, even the gibberish he mumbles when he's coming. ''THE MOST?'', he asks, and it takes me a while to find out why he seems pissed, till I realize telling someone who's been giving you the most mind-blowing sex of your life for 4 years, that they still haven't top it off that first time, it's not the smartest idea you could have. But that time was the best, and he has to know that, cause it was my first time with him, and I never thought it could be so damn good. It was like when you're a kid, and you jerk off for the first time, and it's like you find out this whole new favorite thing you couldn't even imagine. I could have told him all that, but I just said ''Till then'', and that was enough. Cause when someone gets you like he gets me, two words are enough. This huge grin appeared on his face, and he said ''Wanna see if I can top that?'' And he didn't top it off, nothing could top it off having Fenster's mouth wrapped around your cock for the first time, it's of those life-changing things, but it was mind-blowing, and easy, and natural, in the way only fucking someone you have that kind of conection with can be.
''How come we never celebrated this date before?'' I ask afterwards, and I swear it took me all the strenght I had left. ''I didn't want to get all fruity'', he says, and I laugh. ''And you never remembered, so..'' ''I remembered'', I say. ''I remember everything about it, just not the exact date it happened''. ''Plus'', I say, ''I always counted Arby's''. He makes a face like he's trying to remember, and then starts laughing. ''Arby's?? Joey Left-Eye out-of-prison welcome party?? We talked for like 30 seconds!'' and I may have blushed. ''Well, you made quite an impression! I was going to ask Joey for your number, but then the bastard got himself caught again. When I saw you on The Zone a month later, I almost believed someone up there liked me!'' ''Maybe someone does'', he says, already half-asleep. ''You think God had something to do with two crooks sucking each other in the back of a shitty bar?'' ''Maybe he knew how it would turn out'', he says. ''And how did turn out?'', I say. ''Like this'', he answers, and makes a vague gesture that I guess it meant to point to us. His left leg is wrapped around me, my right arm is covering his, he has this lazy, pleased look on his face like there's nothing else he could want at this moment, and I don't feel like leaving that bed ever again. And I figure if I was running this circus, it wouldn't hurt to pull some strings to make two crooks run into each other in a dirty bathroom on some god-forsaken bar-slash-drughole, if it would end up in a scene like that. Hell, maybe the guy upstairs it's an old romantic bastard himself.
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Date: 2008-11-19 08:08 pm (UTC)What I was gonna say was reading The Usual Suspects slash made me want to watch the movie again, but I know I'm gonna break down in tears when the sad thing happens. (trying not to spoil anything, in case anyone else is reading)
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Date: 2009-07-04 12:46 am (UTC)This was really sweet, and the world needs more fics like it. Nice job.