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Whistling in the Dark, by elynross
Fandom: HIGHLANDER
Pairing: Duncan/Methos
Length: Short story
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
elynross
Author Website: Principality of Whimsy
Why this must be read:
Because sometimes you just need to smile. And also a grumpy Methos is a very cute Methos. And a smug, sexy Duncan is a... smug, sexy Duncan. :D This story is sweet and delightful and I've always remembered it ever since I first read it years ago. One of my favorites.
The room was crowded, filled to capacity and beyond, keeping up a steady, barely heard buzz of flirtation and conversation, scenting the air with a mixture of beer, perfume, and lust. Looking around, he saw Mac waving at him from the bar and moved to join him.
In the dim light, Methos allowed himself the luxury of staring. Maybe Mac had skipped laundry, too; he looked comfortable, though less than his sartorial best, in baggy jeans and a sleeveless white shirt that had seen better days. Methos thought about giving him a hard time, but Mac's well-muscled arms talked him out of it. The man looked good, and why call attention to the fact that Methos was noticing?
The bartender set a drink with olives down, where it joined a bottle of beer, a fruity something, and a Bloody Mary with a towering stalk of celery. Methos blinked at the collection, then looked up at Mac. "Moment of indecision?"
Mac smile was warm and welcoming. "You're late!" He leaned in close enough that his breath tickled along Methos' cheek. "We have company," he said. "It's too full to keep the rest of the table empty." He nodded at a table close to the stage where three young women seemed to be having a good time.
The bartender looked at Methos. "Get you something?"
"Uh, whiskey on the rocks. And another bottle of beer." He dug for his wallet, but Mac stopped him with one hand on his arm.
"My treat tonight. You look like you could use it."
He helped Mac pick up the other drinks as the bartender filled his order. "My car broke down. I managed to drive it to the shop, but I'll have to call them in the morning." This close, Methos could smell Mac's cologne, and it was musky and pleasant; he resisted the urge to breathe it in more deeply. "Will you be able to give me a ride home?" He looked significantly over at the table.
Mac grinned, and his smile mingled amusement, sheepishness, and pure sex in equal measure, doing wonderful things to Methos' pulse. "You have a lot of confidence in my abilities."
Methos eyed him mockingly. "Maybe I just have confidence in the power of strong booze and good blues," he said, picking up his whiskey and tossing it back before picking up his beer. "Lay on, MacDuff."
Whistling in the Dark
Pairing: Duncan/Methos
Length: Short story
Author on LJ:
elynrossAuthor Website: Principality of Whimsy
Why this must be read:
Because sometimes you just need to smile. And also a grumpy Methos is a very cute Methos. And a smug, sexy Duncan is a... smug, sexy Duncan. :D This story is sweet and delightful and I've always remembered it ever since I first read it years ago. One of my favorites.
The room was crowded, filled to capacity and beyond, keeping up a steady, barely heard buzz of flirtation and conversation, scenting the air with a mixture of beer, perfume, and lust. Looking around, he saw Mac waving at him from the bar and moved to join him.
In the dim light, Methos allowed himself the luxury of staring. Maybe Mac had skipped laundry, too; he looked comfortable, though less than his sartorial best, in baggy jeans and a sleeveless white shirt that had seen better days. Methos thought about giving him a hard time, but Mac's well-muscled arms talked him out of it. The man looked good, and why call attention to the fact that Methos was noticing?
The bartender set a drink with olives down, where it joined a bottle of beer, a fruity something, and a Bloody Mary with a towering stalk of celery. Methos blinked at the collection, then looked up at Mac. "Moment of indecision?"
Mac smile was warm and welcoming. "You're late!" He leaned in close enough that his breath tickled along Methos' cheek. "We have company," he said. "It's too full to keep the rest of the table empty." He nodded at a table close to the stage where three young women seemed to be having a good time.
The bartender looked at Methos. "Get you something?"
"Uh, whiskey on the rocks. And another bottle of beer." He dug for his wallet, but Mac stopped him with one hand on his arm.
"My treat tonight. You look like you could use it."
He helped Mac pick up the other drinks as the bartender filled his order. "My car broke down. I managed to drive it to the shop, but I'll have to call them in the morning." This close, Methos could smell Mac's cologne, and it was musky and pleasant; he resisted the urge to breathe it in more deeply. "Will you be able to give me a ride home?" He looked significantly over at the table.
Mac grinned, and his smile mingled amusement, sheepishness, and pure sex in equal measure, doing wonderful things to Methos' pulse. "You have a lot of confidence in my abilities."
Methos eyed him mockingly. "Maybe I just have confidence in the power of strong booze and good blues," he said, picking up his whiskey and tossing it back before picking up his beer. "Lay on, MacDuff."
Whistling in the Dark