[FIC] Words Are Loaded Pistols, Use Them At Your Peril - Chapter 3, Part B

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  Title: Words are loaded pistols, use them at your peril.
Author: cryforthemoon and psykotropik
Rating: PG (We reckon)
Main Character(s): Tony Slattery and John Sessions
Summary: This is the second part of the third chapter in an ongoing story. This is held around and after the seventh episode of the first series, in 1988, after John and Tony's awkward time out.
These stories are an insight as to what went on behind the scenes, perhaps explaining some of the onstage behaviour, and off stage affairs that were adored and displayed by the press.

Chapter 3, part A

Tony paid the cabbie when they pulled up to his house. It was an old fashioned building that like many others around London, had been converted into apartments for Londons ever growing population.

Tony led John into his place once he had unlocked the door, dropping the keys onto a coffee table.

The living room was fairly empty... the usual furnishings were in place from a coffee table to a sofa, bookshelves and a small TV set. It was tidy though... well tidy enough, and left those who visited wondering if it was just really lived in, or something else.

John moved around the room, brushing his fingers over random objects. He came to the bookshelves and twisted his neck to see what books Tony owned. He could see some classics - Poe and Dickens rubbed covers - and a whole shelf was devoted to plays ranging from Shakespeare to Beckett. He heard the door close gently behind him and saw Tony standing next to it, smiling gently.

John suddenly felt more than a little nervous. "You've got some good ones here," he commented, waving at the bookshelves. "Very, um, very nice range...oh, sod it!" A wave of courage made him move forward and in the next moment he was kissing Tony, sliding his hands across the crisp white shirt and feeling the other man's hands come up to undo the buttons of his thin jacket.

John wrenched his mouth away from Tony's as his jacket was finally pushed off his shoulders to land with a soft thud on the floor, feeling Tony's hands slide downwards to pull him even closer to the other man. He almost moaned as Tony's thigh slid between his, creating a delicious friction, Tony ducking his head to kiss along his neck.

"Bedroom," he managed to gasp, feeling Tony's soft hair brush against his skin as the other man nodded. Tony stepped back, already looking delightfully rumpled, and opened the door of the sitting room.

"Upstairs, first on the right." He winked. "Race you."

***

It was morning. Not that you'd be able to tell through the long, heavy curtains over the bedroom window. But the gap in the middle let through a little light. A thin beam of morning sunlight and the tell tale sound of bird song. Tony woke up slowly. He was amazed he had even fallen asleep next to someone to begin with. He looked over to John, over his shoulder, and smiled gently.

He remained silent, watching, smiling gently. Wondering how John would react to waking up in Tonys bed. Well this time he couldn't blame it on booze... there would be no lie he could tell. Tony slipped out of bed and changed into some new clothes, leaving the room to make coffee.

John could hear tweeting birds and gently clinking coming from downstairs. There was a faint smell of coffee and an even fainter one of sex mixed with clean linen. He cracked an eye open and was almost blinded dazzlingly bright sunshine. Rolling away from the window of the bedroom, he felt pleasant aches in his body that he hadn't felt for a long time.

He stretched and grinned happily as the memories of the previous night flooded his mind. He heard footsteps on the stairs and the clinking of china. The door opened slowly.

Tony came walking back through, a tray in both hands as he pushed the door open with his hip. A smile lifted his lips when he saw that John was awake. "Morning Sunshine" he said quietly, a joking hint in his voice as he walked towards the bed and sat down on the edge. "I brought coffee..." he said, gesturing to the mugs on the tray.

"Morning." John smiled back and pulled himself up into a sitting position, taking hold of the mug and allowing his hand to brush across Tony's as he did so. "Thanks."

"How did you sleep?" he asked, letting the cup go as John grabbed the handle. He picked up his own cup and placed the tray on the floor.

John brought the coffee to his nose, sniffing it appreciatively before sipping it slowly. He smiled - strong and hot, the way it was meant to be. "Very well, actually. I had a ver nice distraction beforehand," he winked at Tony, feeling playful, "and then I slept like a log. You?"

"I'm almost flattered" he said, looking down and into his cup. "I thought you would have left with your tail between your legs..." he added, still looking into the coffee cup.

John leaned over to put his coffee on the small sidetable next to the bed - it was still too hot to really drink it properly and he wanted to be truthful without resorting to looking for patterns in the steam instead of looking at Tony. "To be honest...so did I. Most of the men I've slept with have either left as soon as they're done, or else I've sneaked out before they wake up."

He glanced at Tony. "It just felt easier that way. Last night was different for me - in a lot of ways. I didn't meet you in some grotty pub. I got to know you a bit first. I actually like you as a person." He giggled quietly. "God, it's far too early in the morning to start the self-pity. What time is it?"

Tony smiled a little. He was tempted to tell John to put his shoes on and go, like he might have done with any other overnight "guest" but this time, he decided against taking such actions.

"It's just past nine am" Tony replied, looking to the side of him at John. "Come on, up you get..." he said, standing up. "I'll see you in the living room"

John raised an eyebrow. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm completely stark naked. I don't know where my clothes are because you threw the majority of them over the bannisters last night." He leaned back into the pillows and stretched, making sure that the sheets slid over his body to reveal most of his chest and part of his thigh. "See?"

"Grab some of my clothes" he smirked, looking over Johns body. "Or you come and search for yours if you really want" he added, walking out the room to go sit on the sofa in the living room.

John chuckled and stretched again before getting out of the bed, walking over to investigate the contents of Tony's chest of drawers. He suspected that none of Tony's clothes would really fit him properly, but he was certainly going to borrow some underwear. He opened a drawer and giggled, feeling ridiculously high-spirited.

He walked down the stairs, picking up his trousers from just outside the bedroom door, finding his T-shirt hanging on the rail of the bannister. "How about I take you out for breakfast?" he called, locating his socks at the bottom of the stairs and not minding in the slightest that one of them was half in a vase of bamboo sticks and water. "There's a great cafe near here that does fantastic bacon, you'll love it. By the way," he continued as he walked into the sitting room, still riding high on a wave of happiness, "does all your underwear have some sort of joke on it? Because I'm currently wearing a pair of boxers that have a combination of assorted fruit printed on them in such a way that they'd make Stephen Fry blush!"

Tony smiled at each one of Johns comments shaking his head to himself. He wasn't the type to eat breakfast as he never really had much pattern to his daily eating schedule... he just never really ate during the day. Bad habbit he supposed but not one he was ready to change.

"I'm not too sure if I'm all that hungry" he replied honestly, looking up at John from where he sat. "And as for my underwear?" he paused and stood up, walking over to grab Johns belt roughly. "It could be alot worse.... couldn't it?"

John grinned and leaned in, brushing his lips against the corner of Tony's mouth as he spoke. "Maybe...I could be wearing the ones that said, 'Horn If You're Honky'." He chuckled and stepped out of Tony's reach, deliberately teasing the younger man. "Come on. Just for some coffee, if you've really not got an appetite."

Tony's lips had parted to make contact with Johns only for John to move away. His fingers looked as if they were still gripping an invisible belt after, and his tongue ran over his bottom lip quickly. "I suppose we could do that..." he said, his fingers fiddling before his hands met in front of him, clasping gently. "I though perhaps your consciounce might stop you from going anywhere with me...perhaps that's just uncalled for paranoia" he added with a subtle smirk.

"It's not uncalled for." John bit his lip before he spoke again. "After what I said to you last night, I suppose it's perfectly reasonable that you'd be thinking that. This morning, though - I feel like nothing matters. I feel like I could kiss you in the middle of Oxford Street and I wouldn't give a damn!" He bounced gently on the balls of his feet, looking happily at Tony.

Feelings can be irrational, Tony thought. The brains chemistry is complex... all the chemicals released from doing something self denied and then the sex... it all adds up. Instead of speaking, Tony smiled. "Then let's go" he said, nodding his head. He was happy that they had become this close, but how long would it all last before Johns paranoia kicked in?

Tony sat down and slipped his shoes on, tying the laces. "You'll need to show me where this cafe is though... I don't have the faintest idea where we're going" he smiled, standing up and walking over to kiss Johns cheek.

John slipped an arm around the other man's waist, turning his head so that Tony's lips grazed against his own. "It's a ten minute walk, but it's worth it. We can also walk through the park if you like." He dropped his arm from its posisition around Tony's waist and walked into the hallway, patting his pockets to to check he had his wallet and keys. "I'm sure you'll recognise it once we're there - amazing coffee, I'll be surprised if you haven't at least walked past it."

"I'm sure you're right" he said, gazing at the floor a moment. He took a deep breath through his nose, picking his own keys up and pocketing them. He wandered through to take a jacket from the rack, slipping it on, and offered John another warm smile as he opened the door.

"Only way to find out is to follow me!" said John cheerfully. They stepped out together into the sunshine, a new day beckoning and full of promise.

Comments

[eh-eh-ehh.livejournal.com]

Once again... *eeeeeeeeee*. So happy :D

I know I don't exactly offer constructive commenting, but... well... eeeeeeee, anyway. ;)

[cryforthemoon.livejournal.com]

Commenting with multiples of 'e' is very much appreciated. Thank you! :D

[emely-chan.livejournal.com]

I think eh_eh_ehh is right. This made me happy, too. It had such a light undertone that made everything feel happy. John was happy, so that's probably it. ^^ But Tony was happy, too, wasn't he? But he had a few doubts. This was almost fluffy. *sighs* so warm and stuff. Yeah, I definitely liked this. *hugs it*

[cryforthemoon.livejournal.com]

Glad to hear it *dances* Many thanks :)

[desiredeffect.livejournal.com]

Ahaha! Crazy socks in the bamboo and water thing. *cackles insanely*
- Still blames it on the tiredness ;D

[cryforthemoon.livejournal.com]

Yes...I used to have a large vase of bamboo sticks in water, the roots used to send me potty XD Thank you!

[clayangel.livejournal.com]

Just for future reference, please use a subject line when posting. It makes looking back through the posts easier for readers and whatnot. ^_^ It's not stated in the rules and requirements, so it's not something I've been enforcing, but I think it's a good idea, and I'm probably going to add it.

[cryforthemoon.livejournal.com]

Apologies. The title of the fic?

[clayangel.livejournal.com]

Yes, that would be good. ^_^ Thank you.

[cryforthemoon.livejournal.com]

Done. I'll remember to do so in the future :)

[emely-chan.livejournal.com]

By the way, I've got a question for psykotropik. I've been wondering about the fact that Tony doesn't really eat during the day. But, when does he eat? I hope that doesn't too silly...

[psykotropik.livejournal.com]

Apparently at night. I seem to recall that mentioned in an interview. He doesn't feel comfortable eating during the day or something. I'll have to fish out the article again.

[corliamat.livejournal.com]

"You've got some good ones here," he commented, waving at the bookshelves. "Very, um, very nice range...oh, sod it!"

*snort* love that.

This all has such a natural feel to it, John chatting to Tony as he's retrieving articles of his scattered clothing and the conversation continuing as he walks into the sitting room.

Excellent stuff!

[cryforthemoon.livejournal.com]

*grins* So glad you like it! My co-writer rocks.