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Challenge: Romanze – Beziehung zu dritt (viert/fünft) – fürs Team
Fandom: The Expendables 2
Titel: Could have had them all
Inhalt: Lee and Barney discuss Barney’s ... friends. All of them.
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ayawinner, sie weiß warum. Ehehehehe....
Could have had them all
He is a hundred years old, he got his ass handed to him by a French diva, his old plane rests in pieces somewhere under a mountain, he had a young boy die horribly on his watch some forty hours ago and now he has to fly this piece of junk to at least Italy because his team is full of dumbasses who couldn't pilot their way out of a paper bag.
Barney thinks that at least one of those reasons should be enough for Lee to keep his goddamn mouth shut until they are back home (or forever) but of course his friend doesn't share his opinion.
“So lemme get this straight”, he says with that drawl of his that he always uses when he is about to judge everything Barney ever did. Like he has any right, the bastard. “Booker. And you.”
He feels Lee’s eyes practically digging into his neck but he decides to ignore it for as long as he can.
“You gonna attach a verb to that?” he scoffs, trying and failing to read the altitude - seriously his old plane had less broken parts. Hell, it might still be in better condition than this antiquity.
Lee grins, which is never a good sign. Barney is in trouble.
“You know Booker”, he explains, slowly, as if he cannot make this last long enough.”Guy is a walking, talking legend. And you know Trench. And Tool.”
“Yeah, so what? We are all the same age, kid.”
He winces, when he hears himself use the nickname, mostly out of habit. It is way too soon, it tastes sour on his lips and out of the corner of his eye he can see how Lee’s smile falters, turning bitter and more forced. Silence stretches out between them, like ice cold water rising up right to Barney’s mouth. He won’t use the nickname again, he promises the dead boy who lies in a shallow grave in Albania, and that hollow feeling inside him recedes slightly
Lee clears his throat. “Anyway”, he all but shouts as if he too needs to chase the ghost away. “You and Booker. What’s the deal with that?”
“What deal?” asks Barney. “There is no deal. We met about twenty years ago on a mission.”
“Where?”
“Mogadishu.”
Barney is surprised when he hears Lee whistle. “Didn’t know you were there.”
“Neither did Booker at first. It was...messy, ugly and painful.”
“Right. And after that, you found the lube?”
Barney is so glad that he is flying a plane right now because as ugly, old and broken as this bloody thing is, there is at least no guardrail in the sky that he can crash into.
He whips his head around to stare at Lee.
“You”, he croaks out, “are one sick son-of-a-bitch, and I’d shoot you in the face if I wasn’t so busy being disgusted!”
Lee actually laughs out loud, throwing his head back against the seat.
“Oh, come on now”, he shouts gleefully. “Booker ain’t your type?”
“No!” Barney answers, and he actually shudders when some unwanted images are suddenly flooding his mind. Sweet Jesus, no.
“Okay then”, says Lee and his matter-of-fact-tone chills Barney to the bones. “What about Tool? Some people have taste and you have none, so if he is more right up your alley, why not. Beggars can’t be choosers in the looks department.”
Barney rolls his eyes so hard, they should by all means be falling right out of his head, but Lee as usual doesn’t take the hint and instead throws him the most shit eating grin he has ever seen.
“Oh, and I bet you and Trench were a really nice couple back then.”
“You done”, Barney mumbles, wishing for their destination to appear right then and there, which of course it doesn’t.
“Never”, Lee says. “It’s not my fault you sleep with practically every guy you meet.”
“I don’t!”
Now his grin is just getting insulting. “You don’t?”
“No. Not with all of them.”
Barney doesn’t know why he just said that. Maybe to shut Lee up for good, maybe to keep the light mood going for as long as possible, maybe something else entirely. He needs to keep dead boy under the stones at bay, after all.
If he can only do that by discussing his romp in the sheets (Trench), that one really sloppy kiss (Tool) and yeah alright, that one hand-job (Booker) with Lee, why not.
In the end, it doesn’t matter what prompted him to say that, the result stays the same: Lee is staring at him with his mouth hanging wide open.
“What do you mean ‘not all of them’?” he rasps, and finally it’s Barney’s time to laugh.
“I haven’t slept with you yet, dumbass” he says easily, reflexively ducking his head when Lee hits him in the shoulder.
“You are so full of shit!” Lee screams. “Smug bastard!”
“Don’t worry, darling. We’ll change that soon enough. I promise.”
“In your dreams.”
“All the time, Christmas. All the time.”
It takes them two more near-death experiences, one ugly breakup and a whole lot of booze in the back of Tool’s garage to finally get around to fulfilling that promise.
It was so damn worth the wait, Barney thinks, and the boy under the stones smiles and doesn’t haunt him anymore.
Challenge: Romanze – Beziehung zu dritt (viert/fünft) – fürs Team
Fandom: The Expendables 2
Titel: Could have had them all
Inhalt: Lee and Barney discuss Barney’s ... friends. All of them.
Anmerkung: Story is in English! Spielt direkt nach dem zweiten Film, so Achtung vor Spoilern! Für
ayawinner, sie weiß warum. Ehehehehe....Could have had them all
He is a hundred years old, he got his ass handed to him by a French diva, his old plane rests in pieces somewhere under a mountain, he had a young boy die horribly on his watch some forty hours ago and now he has to fly this piece of junk to at least Italy because his team is full of dumbasses who couldn't pilot their way out of a paper bag.
Barney thinks that at least one of those reasons should be enough for Lee to keep his goddamn mouth shut until they are back home (or forever) but of course his friend doesn't share his opinion.
“So lemme get this straight”, he says with that drawl of his that he always uses when he is about to judge everything Barney ever did. Like he has any right, the bastard. “Booker. And you.”
He feels Lee’s eyes practically digging into his neck but he decides to ignore it for as long as he can.
“You gonna attach a verb to that?” he scoffs, trying and failing to read the altitude - seriously his old plane had less broken parts. Hell, it might still be in better condition than this antiquity.
Lee grins, which is never a good sign. Barney is in trouble.
“You know Booker”, he explains, slowly, as if he cannot make this last long enough.”Guy is a walking, talking legend. And you know Trench. And Tool.”
“Yeah, so what? We are all the same age, kid.”
He winces, when he hears himself use the nickname, mostly out of habit. It is way too soon, it tastes sour on his lips and out of the corner of his eye he can see how Lee’s smile falters, turning bitter and more forced. Silence stretches out between them, like ice cold water rising up right to Barney’s mouth. He won’t use the nickname again, he promises the dead boy who lies in a shallow grave in Albania, and that hollow feeling inside him recedes slightly
Lee clears his throat. “Anyway”, he all but shouts as if he too needs to chase the ghost away. “You and Booker. What’s the deal with that?”
“What deal?” asks Barney. “There is no deal. We met about twenty years ago on a mission.”
“Where?”
“Mogadishu.”
Barney is surprised when he hears Lee whistle. “Didn’t know you were there.”
“Neither did Booker at first. It was...messy, ugly and painful.”
“Right. And after that, you found the lube?”
Barney is so glad that he is flying a plane right now because as ugly, old and broken as this bloody thing is, there is at least no guardrail in the sky that he can crash into.
He whips his head around to stare at Lee.
“You”, he croaks out, “are one sick son-of-a-bitch, and I’d shoot you in the face if I wasn’t so busy being disgusted!”
Lee actually laughs out loud, throwing his head back against the seat.
“Oh, come on now”, he shouts gleefully. “Booker ain’t your type?”
“No!” Barney answers, and he actually shudders when some unwanted images are suddenly flooding his mind. Sweet Jesus, no.
“Okay then”, says Lee and his matter-of-fact-tone chills Barney to the bones. “What about Tool? Some people have taste and you have none, so if he is more right up your alley, why not. Beggars can’t be choosers in the looks department.”
Barney rolls his eyes so hard, they should by all means be falling right out of his head, but Lee as usual doesn’t take the hint and instead throws him the most shit eating grin he has ever seen.
“Oh, and I bet you and Trench were a really nice couple back then.”
“You done”, Barney mumbles, wishing for their destination to appear right then and there, which of course it doesn’t.
“Never”, Lee says. “It’s not my fault you sleep with practically every guy you meet.”
“I don’t!”
Now his grin is just getting insulting. “You don’t?”
“No. Not with all of them.”
Barney doesn’t know why he just said that. Maybe to shut Lee up for good, maybe to keep the light mood going for as long as possible, maybe something else entirely. He needs to keep dead boy under the stones at bay, after all.
If he can only do that by discussing his romp in the sheets (Trench), that one really sloppy kiss (Tool) and yeah alright, that one hand-job (Booker) with Lee, why not.
In the end, it doesn’t matter what prompted him to say that, the result stays the same: Lee is staring at him with his mouth hanging wide open.
“What do you mean ‘not all of them’?” he rasps, and finally it’s Barney’s time to laugh.
“I haven’t slept with you yet, dumbass” he says easily, reflexively ducking his head when Lee hits him in the shoulder.
“You are so full of shit!” Lee screams. “Smug bastard!”
“Don’t worry, darling. We’ll change that soon enough. I promise.”
“In your dreams.”
“All the time, Christmas. All the time.”
It takes them two more near-death experiences, one ugly breakup and a whole lot of booze in the back of Tool’s garage to finally get around to fulfilling that promise.
It was so damn worth the wait, Barney thinks, and the boy under the stones smiles and doesn’t haunt him anymore.
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Date: 2014-09-28 11:36 am (UTC)DASS ICH BARNEY MIT UNGEFÄHR ALLEN MENSCHEN SHIPPE, DIE ER KENNT
WILLST DU DAS ANDEUTEN
IN DEM FALL
...
HAST DU RECHT ja okay es stimmt.
Obwohl ich Barney/Trench wesentlich mehr shippe als "a romp in the sheets", aber das weißt du ja zur Genüge. Und nein, das hat nichts mit Escape Plan zu tun. Escape Plan hat das lediglich ... befeuert, wenn man so will. GUCK MICH NICHT SO AN. WAAAAH.
Ich mag das ganze Setup der Fic total gerne, weil Lee fies ist und sich genau den Moment für das Gespräch aussucht, in dem Barney auf keinen Fall irgendwie weglaufen kann oder sonstwie so tun kann, als wäre er total beschäftigt, und sich deshalb das ganze Ausmaß von Lees
shipper-Fantasien anhören muss. Hehehe.Like he has any right, the bastard.
Oooh, ich glaube, Lee hat alles Recht der Welt. Ich erinnere mich da nämlich ausschließlich an ziemlich hübsche, ziemlich liebe Partnerinnen und Partner :P In England (allen voran während der Zeit bei der Polizei in London), in den USA (allen voran in einem seltsamen Rennfahr-Gefängnis) ... ja, doch doch. Alles Recht.
“You know Booker”, he explains,
IN A BIBLICAL SENSE.
And after that, you found the lube?
Lee ist der fürchterlichste, gemeinste Bei"fahrer" aller Zeiten und ich liebe es hart.
Beggars can’t be choosers in the looks department.
Wait a few weeks, take a look in the mirror and then tell him again, Lee, darling.
Dieses bit of dialogue am Ende bringt mich komplett um. Das ist so entnervend IC (damit meine ich nicht, dass der Rest der Story OOC ist, was er nicht ist, don't worry, sondern dass ich mir das, all fic fantasies aside, ganz haargenau so in Ex vorstellen kann und ein bisschen traurig bin, dass das nicht auch haargenau so passiert ist, obwohl sie doch verdammt nochmal die ganze Zeit flirten...!!!)
♥ Und viel Liebe und herzlichsten Dank dafür, dass du mir immer Fics widmest, die mich dann komplett fertig machen, weil sie so wunderschön sind. :)) DU BIST GEMEIN :)))) UND NETT :))))))))))
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Date: 2014-10-03 05:21 pm (UTC)Es hilft ja auch einfach nicht, wenn Barney bei jedem Typen, den er kennt, erstmal vor lauter Ehrfucht das Grinsen anfängt, oder dumme Witze reißt, was soll man denn da auch denken, Mensch! Das kann ja nur in sowas wie da oben enden, man.
in dem Barney auf keinen Fall irgendwie weglaufen kann
JAP, Lee ist klug, wenn er denn will. Außerdem fällts ihnen beiden wahrscheinlich leichter über so etwas zu reden (und Lee ist wirklich brennend daran interessiert, er sammelt Daten, weißt du, damit er rausfinden kann, warum die anderen alle versagt haben und noch niemand Barney unter die Haube gebracht hat) als über Billy. Hahahahha.
ANYWAY, Lee meint das gar nicht so böse, er ist nur halt nicht so sicher ob und wie und überhaupt und testet so mal vorsichtig an. Hehe.