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Poor Communication (Faraday/Vasquez | NC17 | 10,449 words): Faraday enjoys a night in a town while Vasquez stays in their room; clear communication is difficult. This is a really fun and sweet exploration of these two men who probably wouldn't be good at communicating with each other naturally but who put the effort in and get there eventually.
Excerpt:
Vasquez opens his mouth to respond – no doubt with some variation of 'You know I hate it when you call me that' – but only manages a surprised "Oomph!" noise when Faraday launches himself at him, landing heavily on his stomach. They wrestle for a few seconds, but Faraday has the element of surprise on his side and manages to maintain his position, straddling Vasquez's waist and pinning his wrists with his hands to keep the other man from shoving him off.
Faraday meets Vasquez's ensuing glare as best he can, and prays that he ends up walking away from this little stunt with only minimal retribution. Vasquez is not a particularly nice man when crossed.
"Now then," he says as firmly as he can manage. "Let's talk, shall we?"
"Don't want to." Vasquez says mulishly.
Faraday feels his eyebrows start to rise towards his hairline. "You know," he says slowly, "most folks would say I'm the immature one out of the pair of us, but I think some opinions might get reversed if they could see you right now."
Excerpt:
Vasquez opens his mouth to respond – no doubt with some variation of 'You know I hate it when you call me that' – but only manages a surprised "Oomph!" noise when Faraday launches himself at him, landing heavily on his stomach. They wrestle for a few seconds, but Faraday has the element of surprise on his side and manages to maintain his position, straddling Vasquez's waist and pinning his wrists with his hands to keep the other man from shoving him off.
Faraday meets Vasquez's ensuing glare as best he can, and prays that he ends up walking away from this little stunt with only minimal retribution. Vasquez is not a particularly nice man when crossed.
"Now then," he says as firmly as he can manage. "Let's talk, shall we?"
"Don't want to." Vasquez says mulishly.
Faraday feels his eyebrows start to rise towards his hairline. "You know," he says slowly, "most folks would say I'm the immature one out of the pair of us, but I think some opinions might get reversed if they could see you right now."