Houston Knights slash, rated PG
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gilascaveTitle: The Vortex 2/?
Author: James
Pairing: Levon/Joe slash
Rating: PG
Sequel: to Storm at http://gila.fakingsanity.net/houston.html
Disclaimer: not mine, no profit made
Summary: Levon is starting to settle into his new life after being fired.
Notes: for tittakv :-) I'm posting this here in snippets, as I write it. When it's done I'll polish and post to various lists.
The Vortex
chapter two
Levon's feet were sore when he finally left the Vortex and headed for the back parking lot, givng Darrin a wave as the other man walked down the street with someone -- Greg? Gary? on his arm. Neither of those things was unusual -- Darrin said he'd either get used to beign on his feet for eight hours, or he'd buy a pair of sneakers. Levon had laughed at him when he'd said it, but he was seriously beginning to consider getting a pair.
The work itself wasn't all that hard, and he rather liked spending his evenings at the Vortex -- even as an employee, and not a customer. The mood was always good, and the crowds didn't get ugly or mean. According to Darrin -- who'd been working there for three years -- the worst thing to happen was a drunken brawl and no one to go home with at the end of the shift.
Levon had only been tending bar at the Vortex for a few weeks, and so far he'd only seen a few altercations. And going home with someone...well, picking up a stranger for the night wasn't a concern.
He grinned when he caught sight of Joey's Cobra, parked on the other side of Levon's truck. It was completely hidden from view of the street, and Levon wondered just how intentional that had been. He walked around the back of his truck and up to the driver's door. LaFiamma had his chin down -- asleep.
He knocked on the side panel. "Gonna have to move out. Closin' time."
With a mild start, LaFiamma looked up at him, confused. Levon repeated his words, and LaFiamma shook his head. "They can't throw me out of a parking lot, Lundy."
"No, put they might call the cops. Don't wanna get arrested for patronising a gay bar." He smiled as he said it, but there was still the stab of bitterness. Dammit, he'd loved being a cop. And what he'd done to get fired hadn't been all that unusual -- nothing kinky, or weird, or immoral -- just sex with another man. His bad luck it got caught on camera, was all.
"I could tell them I'm on a stakeout," came LaFiamma's reply. "There's a bartender here that I suspect of being a bad cook."
"Yeah?" Levon stepped back, and gave LaFiamma a 'who are you messing with?' look. "I guess you're not looking to get invited to breakfast."
LaFiamma grinned, but it died too soon and he shook his head. "I got to go home and get some sleep. Have to be at Johnson's Marina at 6am."
He had his mouth open to ask, what was the case. But he stopped himself, and just nodded. He forced himself to ask, in a teasing tone, "You aren't just saying that because Mark got your phone number?"
LaFiamma sneered at him. "I'm gonna get you for that, Lundy. He didn't leave me alone all night."
"But did he get your phone number?"
LaFiamma winked. "A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell."
Sometimes he made it too easy. "I ain't asking no gentleman." As expected, LaFiamma just gave him another sneer. Levon asked, "If you've got to get home, why are you sitting here? Bar closed an hour ago; we've just been cleaning up."
"Because I didn't get a chance to talk to you." LaFiamma shrugged, like it was nothing. But he'd sat out here for an hour, for what? Not for a long conversation, because he'd just said he didn't have much time.
"Sorry about Mark," Levon offered. "But I wouldn't have had a chance to talk anyway. Wednesday nights are slow; you should come in then." And why did it feel awkward, all of a sudden? They'd been partners for two years, lived in each other's proverbial back pockets. Hell, they'd even already had their first kiss.
There hadn't been a second one, though. And maybe that was why. Neither of them had mentioned it, and despite everything they were doing Levon had no idea what the status of their relationship was. Friends? Dating? Ex-partners who didn't know what to do with each other?
"Thanks. I'll remember that." LaFiamme looked entirely too serious.
"Should hope so. There's only seven of 'em." Levon grinned. For a man who had to be at work in three hours, LaFiamma didn't seem to be in any hurry.
"Seven?"
"Days. In the week?"
LaFiamma rolled his eyes.
"You better go on, if you mean to get any sleep," Levon told him, wishing they could stay here but knowing Joe would seriously be hurting if he didn't get at least a couple hours' sleep.
"Yeah. I'll...I might be busy this weekend -- work, not Mark. Don't look at me like that, Lundy. But I'll call you. Or something. Maybe...I'll try to drop in on Wednesday."
Levon nodded. He wasn't the only one nervous, and it seemed he wasn't the only one who didn't have a clue what they were doing. Levon took a chance, and as LaFiamma started his car to drive away, he leaned down and gave him a kiss.
LaFiamma stared at him for a long time after Levon moved away -- which would have made him freak out, if it hadn't been for the smile on Joe's face.
"See you Wednesday," Levon said, giving him a nod and heading for his truck. He didn't look back, and as he climbed in he heard LaFiamma drive away.
Author: James
Pairing: Levon/Joe slash
Rating: PG
Sequel: to Storm at http://gila.fakingsanity.net/houston.html
Disclaimer: not mine, no profit made
Summary: Levon is starting to settle into his new life after being fired.
Notes: for tittakv :-) I'm posting this here in snippets, as I write it. When it's done I'll polish and post to various lists.
The Vortex
chapter two
Levon's feet were sore when he finally left the Vortex and headed for the back parking lot, givng Darrin a wave as the other man walked down the street with someone -- Greg? Gary? on his arm. Neither of those things was unusual -- Darrin said he'd either get used to beign on his feet for eight hours, or he'd buy a pair of sneakers. Levon had laughed at him when he'd said it, but he was seriously beginning to consider getting a pair.
The work itself wasn't all that hard, and he rather liked spending his evenings at the Vortex -- even as an employee, and not a customer. The mood was always good, and the crowds didn't get ugly or mean. According to Darrin -- who'd been working there for three years -- the worst thing to happen was a drunken brawl and no one to go home with at the end of the shift.
Levon had only been tending bar at the Vortex for a few weeks, and so far he'd only seen a few altercations. And going home with someone...well, picking up a stranger for the night wasn't a concern.
He grinned when he caught sight of Joey's Cobra, parked on the other side of Levon's truck. It was completely hidden from view of the street, and Levon wondered just how intentional that had been. He walked around the back of his truck and up to the driver's door. LaFiamma had his chin down -- asleep.
He knocked on the side panel. "Gonna have to move out. Closin' time."
With a mild start, LaFiamma looked up at him, confused. Levon repeated his words, and LaFiamma shook his head. "They can't throw me out of a parking lot, Lundy."
"No, put they might call the cops. Don't wanna get arrested for patronising a gay bar." He smiled as he said it, but there was still the stab of bitterness. Dammit, he'd loved being a cop. And what he'd done to get fired hadn't been all that unusual -- nothing kinky, or weird, or immoral -- just sex with another man. His bad luck it got caught on camera, was all.
"I could tell them I'm on a stakeout," came LaFiamma's reply. "There's a bartender here that I suspect of being a bad cook."
"Yeah?" Levon stepped back, and gave LaFiamma a 'who are you messing with?' look. "I guess you're not looking to get invited to breakfast."
LaFiamma grinned, but it died too soon and he shook his head. "I got to go home and get some sleep. Have to be at Johnson's Marina at 6am."
He had his mouth open to ask, what was the case. But he stopped himself, and just nodded. He forced himself to ask, in a teasing tone, "You aren't just saying that because Mark got your phone number?"
LaFiamma sneered at him. "I'm gonna get you for that, Lundy. He didn't leave me alone all night."
"But did he get your phone number?"
LaFiamma winked. "A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell."
Sometimes he made it too easy. "I ain't asking no gentleman." As expected, LaFiamma just gave him another sneer. Levon asked, "If you've got to get home, why are you sitting here? Bar closed an hour ago; we've just been cleaning up."
"Because I didn't get a chance to talk to you." LaFiamma shrugged, like it was nothing. But he'd sat out here for an hour, for what? Not for a long conversation, because he'd just said he didn't have much time.
"Sorry about Mark," Levon offered. "But I wouldn't have had a chance to talk anyway. Wednesday nights are slow; you should come in then." And why did it feel awkward, all of a sudden? They'd been partners for two years, lived in each other's proverbial back pockets. Hell, they'd even already had their first kiss.
There hadn't been a second one, though. And maybe that was why. Neither of them had mentioned it, and despite everything they were doing Levon had no idea what the status of their relationship was. Friends? Dating? Ex-partners who didn't know what to do with each other?
"Thanks. I'll remember that." LaFiamme looked entirely too serious.
"Should hope so. There's only seven of 'em." Levon grinned. For a man who had to be at work in three hours, LaFiamma didn't seem to be in any hurry.
"Seven?"
"Days. In the week?"
LaFiamma rolled his eyes.
"You better go on, if you mean to get any sleep," Levon told him, wishing they could stay here but knowing Joe would seriously be hurting if he didn't get at least a couple hours' sleep.
"Yeah. I'll...I might be busy this weekend -- work, not Mark. Don't look at me like that, Lundy. But I'll call you. Or something. Maybe...I'll try to drop in on Wednesday."
Levon nodded. He wasn't the only one nervous, and it seemed he wasn't the only one who didn't have a clue what they were doing. Levon took a chance, and as LaFiamma started his car to drive away, he leaned down and gave him a kiss.
LaFiamma stared at him for a long time after Levon moved away -- which would have made him freak out, if it hadn't been for the smile on Joe's face.
"See you Wednesday," Levon said, giving him a nod and heading for his truck. He didn't look back, and as he climbed in he heard LaFiamma drive away.