Smut/Kink - Uniform
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Challenge: Smut/Kink - Uniformen (fürs Team)
Fandom: The Eagle/Eagle of the Ninth
Charaktere: Marcus, Esca
Wörter: ca. 1150
Warnungen: heavy flirting, mentions of bow hunting, modern!AU
A/N: Habe ich die Wapiti-Jagdregularien von Wyomingen gelesen, weil die dortige Game Warden-Uniform die bescheueste war, die mir einfallen wollte? Möglicherweise. Ansonsten ist das hier so logisch und durchdacht wie der Anfang eines jeden Pornos. Ich gebe![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
servena die Schuld, sie hätte mich aufhalten können.
Esca had been stalking the bull for over a day, when finally an opportunity presented itself: The five-pointer elk surveyed the clearing in the underbrush cautiously but then took a few measured steps in the general direction of the scrubs Esca was standing in and into his effective shooting range. Esca exhaled slowly. It really was a magnificent beast.
Unhurriedly, he readied his bow, drawing parallel to the ground. Just one more step...
"Howdy!"
Esca nearly jumped out of his skin. When he turned around, he was faced with a man in an obnoxiously red shirt who smiled at him brightly.
"Damn, you scared the shit out of me!" The unmistakable snapping of wood and the dull thumb of hooves on dry earth behind him let Esca now that his exclamation had startled the elk. "Fuck!"
The man rubbed the back of his neck, sheepishly. "Sorry about that. State game warden. I saw your horse back there and just wanted to check your hunting license, if you don't mind?"
"I just mind that you cost me that shot," Esca grumbled, but reached into his vest pocket for the license immediately. No point in antagonizing a game warden.
The man gave a low chuckle. "You wouldn't have made that shot either way. That was, what? 87 yards?"
"Closer to 90," Esca corrected and handed over his license. The warden took it, but instead of reading the paper, he raised a questioning eyebrow. He was tall and muscular, about Esca's age and would have been obscenely attractive if he didn't randomly appear in sagebrushes to ruin Esca's day because of licenses of all fucking things.
"My point exactly," the warden drawled, his words dripping with something that was vaguely too kind for sarcasm and set Esca's teeth on edge.
"See the knothole on that Green Ash? Reckon that's about the same distance, yeah?"
The warden tipped his beige cowboy hat upwards. "Sure, that's 90 yards easy."
Esca rolled his eyes to say I know. and got back into shooting stance, aimed for the center of the knot and released the arrow. A sharp intake of breath behind him confirmed he'd hit his target dead-on even while he lowered the bow.
"I stand corrected, Mr. ... Mac Cunoval. That's impressive marksmanship." The game warden sounded genuinely impressed. And somewhat hoarse. When Esca turned around again, the man was looking at him with something like awe in his expression. He licked his lips and before Esca could get any ideas about that, he turned his full attention back to the license in his hand.
"Everything in order with that, sir?" Esca thought the 'sir' might have come out a bit too sarcastic but the man didn't seem to care.
"That's a hunting license for an elk bull alright. It's just..." He took off his cowboy hat as though he was about to deliver bad news. Esca wanted to think that ridiculous but was oddly charmed by the weird gesture and the way the warden's biceps flexed in his red short-sleeved shirt. "As you are on an out-of-state license, you are required to be accompanied by a local guide at all times."
Esca, of course, new that. Theoretically. "Why?" he demanded, always a firm believer in a good offense being the best defense.
The game warden tilted his head. "It's the law."
"It's a stupid law," Esca maintained. So much for not antagonizing the game warden.
The man remained utterly un-antagonized, and instead gave a low chuckle. "All out-of-staters are not created equal, Mr. Mac Cunoval," he drawled softly. Flirtatiously? Esca definitely felt flirted with. Good thing he didn't go for cops, even wildlife preservation cops who filled out their ridiculous red uniform shirts quite nicely and wore very, very well-tailored jeans. Fuck.
Taking his lead from the possibly imagined flirting and without hesitating to think for a second, Esca leaned forward to ask in a sultry voice: "Isn't there anything we can do about that, officer?"
The game warden's face turned as red as his uniform shirt. His name tag read Aquila.
"I cannot let you continue without a guide, Mr. Mac Cunoval."
"Esca."
The warden made soft noise at that, deep in his throat, and yeah, okay, something about this stupid shirt with its even stupider pronghorn emblem and the broad chest beneath it was totally doing it for Esca.
"Marcus. Marcus Aquila," the man choked out and Esca smiled.
"Pleasure to meet you, Marcus."
The game warden's flush had faded to a soft pink tinge over his nose and Esca desperately tried not to think about what he would need to do to re-create that reaction. Marcus cleared his throat, ripping Esca from his musings.
"Seeing as you haven't actually taken the shot yet, I think I can let you off with a warning," Marcus offered kindly but business-like. After a second, he added with a smirk and a playful lilt in his voice: "If you promise to find a certified guide immediately, of course."
"And where would I find a guide like that out here, Marcus?" Esca wasn't entirely sure whether he was just trying to flirt his way out of a fine and the need to travel back into town while losing track of his five-pointer or if he actually was hoping for anything, but this right here gave him thrills oddly akin to stalking an elk bull. Well, Marcus was a magnificent specimen... "I see the point, of course. Nights out here get awfully lonely..."
"And cold," Marcus added helpfully. There was a spark in his eyes that let Esca think the warden also enjoyed the hunt.
"And cold," Esca repeated. "For both of us, I bet. Or do you have a warm bed to return to tonight?"
Marcus gave a low chuckle at that. "I've got the bed of my truck and my dog to keep me company."
"Sounds lovely. I should definitely find myself a guide who's as well prepared as you. Pity though, I'll surely lose that bull's track if I head back to town now..." Esca wasn't quite sure how he'd managed to make that line sound suggestive, but judging from the way the tips of Marcus' ears turned red, he had been quite successful. "You don't happen to be a certified guide yourself, do you?"
Marcus didn't even try to hide the way his eyes dragged over Esca's body. A smile played around the corners of his (full, kissable) lips. "Sure am, but I'm also on duty, Esca."
"So, I guess you should make sure I stay out of trouble and abide by the terms of my license." Esca smiled as innocently as possible and was rewarded with a low chuckle.
"I suppose." Marcus' smile was blinding. "Can't leave an out-of-stater to suffer our cold Wyoming nights all alone, can I?"
Challenge: Smut/Kink - Uniformen (fürs Team)
Fandom: The Eagle/Eagle of the Ninth
Charaktere: Marcus, Esca
Wörter: ca. 1150
Warnungen: heavy flirting, mentions of bow hunting, modern!AU
A/N: Habe ich die Wapiti-Jagdregularien von Wyomingen gelesen, weil die dortige Game Warden-Uniform die bescheueste war, die mir einfallen wollte? Möglicherweise. Ansonsten ist das hier so logisch und durchdacht wie der Anfang eines jeden Pornos. Ich gebe
servena die Schuld, sie hätte mich aufhalten können. Esca had been stalking the bull for over a day, when finally an opportunity presented itself: The five-pointer elk surveyed the clearing in the underbrush cautiously but then took a few measured steps in the general direction of the scrubs Esca was standing in and into his effective shooting range. Esca exhaled slowly. It really was a magnificent beast.
Unhurriedly, he readied his bow, drawing parallel to the ground. Just one more step...
"Howdy!"
Esca nearly jumped out of his skin. When he turned around, he was faced with a man in an obnoxiously red shirt who smiled at him brightly.
"Damn, you scared the shit out of me!" The unmistakable snapping of wood and the dull thumb of hooves on dry earth behind him let Esca now that his exclamation had startled the elk. "Fuck!"
The man rubbed the back of his neck, sheepishly. "Sorry about that. State game warden. I saw your horse back there and just wanted to check your hunting license, if you don't mind?"
"I just mind that you cost me that shot," Esca grumbled, but reached into his vest pocket for the license immediately. No point in antagonizing a game warden.
The man gave a low chuckle. "You wouldn't have made that shot either way. That was, what? 87 yards?"
"Closer to 90," Esca corrected and handed over his license. The warden took it, but instead of reading the paper, he raised a questioning eyebrow. He was tall and muscular, about Esca's age and would have been obscenely attractive if he didn't randomly appear in sagebrushes to ruin Esca's day because of licenses of all fucking things.
"My point exactly," the warden drawled, his words dripping with something that was vaguely too kind for sarcasm and set Esca's teeth on edge.
"See the knothole on that Green Ash? Reckon that's about the same distance, yeah?"
The warden tipped his beige cowboy hat upwards. "Sure, that's 90 yards easy."
Esca rolled his eyes to say I know. and got back into shooting stance, aimed for the center of the knot and released the arrow. A sharp intake of breath behind him confirmed he'd hit his target dead-on even while he lowered the bow.
"I stand corrected, Mr. ... Mac Cunoval. That's impressive marksmanship." The game warden sounded genuinely impressed. And somewhat hoarse. When Esca turned around again, the man was looking at him with something like awe in his expression. He licked his lips and before Esca could get any ideas about that, he turned his full attention back to the license in his hand.
"Everything in order with that, sir?" Esca thought the 'sir' might have come out a bit too sarcastic but the man didn't seem to care.
"That's a hunting license for an elk bull alright. It's just..." He took off his cowboy hat as though he was about to deliver bad news. Esca wanted to think that ridiculous but was oddly charmed by the weird gesture and the way the warden's biceps flexed in his red short-sleeved shirt. "As you are on an out-of-state license, you are required to be accompanied by a local guide at all times."
Esca, of course, new that. Theoretically. "Why?" he demanded, always a firm believer in a good offense being the best defense.
The game warden tilted his head. "It's the law."
"It's a stupid law," Esca maintained. So much for not antagonizing the game warden.
The man remained utterly un-antagonized, and instead gave a low chuckle. "All out-of-staters are not created equal, Mr. Mac Cunoval," he drawled softly. Flirtatiously? Esca definitely felt flirted with. Good thing he didn't go for cops, even wildlife preservation cops who filled out their ridiculous red uniform shirts quite nicely and wore very, very well-tailored jeans. Fuck.
Taking his lead from the possibly imagined flirting and without hesitating to think for a second, Esca leaned forward to ask in a sultry voice: "Isn't there anything we can do about that, officer?"
The game warden's face turned as red as his uniform shirt. His name tag read Aquila.
"I cannot let you continue without a guide, Mr. Mac Cunoval."
"Esca."
The warden made soft noise at that, deep in his throat, and yeah, okay, something about this stupid shirt with its even stupider pronghorn emblem and the broad chest beneath it was totally doing it for Esca.
"Marcus. Marcus Aquila," the man choked out and Esca smiled.
"Pleasure to meet you, Marcus."
The game warden's flush had faded to a soft pink tinge over his nose and Esca desperately tried not to think about what he would need to do to re-create that reaction. Marcus cleared his throat, ripping Esca from his musings.
"Seeing as you haven't actually taken the shot yet, I think I can let you off with a warning," Marcus offered kindly but business-like. After a second, he added with a smirk and a playful lilt in his voice: "If you promise to find a certified guide immediately, of course."
"And where would I find a guide like that out here, Marcus?" Esca wasn't entirely sure whether he was just trying to flirt his way out of a fine and the need to travel back into town while losing track of his five-pointer or if he actually was hoping for anything, but this right here gave him thrills oddly akin to stalking an elk bull. Well, Marcus was a magnificent specimen... "I see the point, of course. Nights out here get awfully lonely..."
"And cold," Marcus added helpfully. There was a spark in his eyes that let Esca think the warden also enjoyed the hunt.
"And cold," Esca repeated. "For both of us, I bet. Or do you have a warm bed to return to tonight?"
Marcus gave a low chuckle at that. "I've got the bed of my truck and my dog to keep me company."
"Sounds lovely. I should definitely find myself a guide who's as well prepared as you. Pity though, I'll surely lose that bull's track if I head back to town now..." Esca wasn't quite sure how he'd managed to make that line sound suggestive, but judging from the way the tips of Marcus' ears turned red, he had been quite successful. "You don't happen to be a certified guide yourself, do you?"
Marcus didn't even try to hide the way his eyes dragged over Esca's body. A smile played around the corners of his (full, kissable) lips. "Sure am, but I'm also on duty, Esca."
"So, I guess you should make sure I stay out of trouble and abide by the terms of my license." Esca smiled as innocently as possible and was rewarded with a low chuckle.
"I suppose." Marcus' smile was blinding. "Can't leave an out-of-stater to suffer our cold Wyoming nights all alone, can I?"
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Date: 2023-07-26 01:59 pm (UTC)"always a firm believer in a good offense being the best defense" - this is Esca, alright.
"The game warden's face turned as red as his uniform shirt." <3
"Well, Marcus was a magnificent specimen..." Das hat mich so zum Lachen gebracht...
Und jetzt will ich Marcus' Hund sehen.
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Date: 2023-07-27 09:29 am (UTC)