UB Coda, Outake
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maygraDom discovers a learning curve.
This is actually related to nothing much, just a conversation that I couldn't get out of my head.
The waitress brought fresh bread to the table and Dom snagged a corn muffin, glancing over at Brian to see if he wanted any. Brian was leaning back in the chair, coffee cup in hand, dark glasses on to guard against the sun stroking down across their table. The light breeze running in from the ocean kept catching the edges of his hair, lifting up random curled wisps that seemed to shift from blond to pure gold. The smile on his face was pretty subtle but with that lift to it that Dom recognized as Brian was having some kind of speculative thought: seeing irony or humor.
He was watching something, someone, gulls on the pier maybe. Dom found himself following his gaze trying to see what he saw. There wasn’t much, the usual collection of tourists and local workers, gulls and a couple of boats moving out past the marina and into the open channels.
Brian's head was turning slightly, following someone and Dom twisted around, watching who was walking and saw not much that he thought would take Brian's interest. No pretty girls, no kids dancing along the waterway, no tourists doing stupid things. The only person actually moving with any purpose was…
Whoa...whoa…there was a guy, running. Kind of short but well built, mp3 player strapped to his arm, wrap shades, dark hair in a braid that hung to his mid back. He was bare chested, and wearing a pair of running shorts so small and so tight it was a wonder he could breathe much less run, and there was something about the way he was running, a little loose limbed and affected. He was running as much to be seen as get exercise. When he finally swung his gaze around he found Brian looking at him, glasses still on, but his smile was broader.
Dom met his gaze and then reached over to pull the shades off Brian's face. He blinked a little…it was bright out here and Brian was catching most of the sun in his face. "What are you looking at?" Dom asked him and broke open his muffin.
"You…"
Dom shook his head and took a bite. "Not now. Just then. It was that guy."
"What guy?"
"The one running," Dom said, feeling annoyed but not sure why. "Red shorts. Mr. Pony Tail."
"Oh, him." Brian set his cup down and reached for the coffeepot.
"Were you looking?"
The coffee flowed and Brian shrugged. "Yeah, maybe a little."
"A little? You were checking him out."
Brain's grin flashed again and he reached over for the sugar and cream. "Maybe. You jealous?" he chuckled.
Dom snorted. "Right."
"Just doing a little comparing," Brian said, dumping the additives in and stirring the coffee, but he looked past Dom.
Dom watched him and snapped his head back over his shoulder. Mr. Pony Tail was on the edge of the dock, doing some stretches. Dom rolled his eyes. Jeez, what a prima donna. "Comparing? To what?"
Brian's gaze slid over Dom's face and down and then back up slowly, that curl to his lip and the glint in his eye -- undressing Dom in his head. "To me?" that made him laugh. "That guys doesn't look anything like me."
"You're right, he doesn't," Brian chuckled again, gaze softening. "It's just comparing, Dom. You do it all the time. "
"Shit, no, I do not. I do not go around checking out other guys," Dom said firmly. Only you, you shit, he thought, being honest. Checking out Brian had become second nature. Maybe he needed to pay attention more.
"No, man," Brian said, one hand coming up to wave through the air. "No…like, cars. You see a great car, you know. It's got really rocking mag wheels, but yours are better. The detailing is so hot, you gotta look, but yours, yours is cooler. He's got a nice ass, yours," he grinned at Dom eyes dancing. "Yours is tighter."
Dom almost choked on the cornbread.
"It's just comparing. Not 'cause it's better, but because it just proves to you you've got the best," Brian said, and his gaze was hot, nearly indecent, if anyone in the café besides Dom understood where Brian's brain went half the time.
Dom needed a sip of coffee himself, because the game was on. Brian was messing with him again. Dom nearly always lost these little contests, but he kept trying. "Okay, so. Mr. Tight Ass. How do you know? How do you know his ass is," he almost choked on it. Being with Brian had introduced an entirely new lexicon and set of standards, "tighter than mine without trying it out?"
Brian sipped his coffee, but his gaze didn't shift and Dom felt a little pinned, a little trapped. He kinda liked it. "Because the way he was working it, I think that ass of his has seen a lot of action. And your ass," Brian's smile was openly teasing, "not so much. Ergo, your ass is definitely tighter."
The sudden heat in Dom's face could not be blamed on the sun. It was entirely Brian's fault as was the sudden tingling in his balls. He was so not going to win this one. "And that's good, right?" he asked taking a different tack, playing innocent. Brian ducked his head and laughed.
"Oh, yeah, Dom. That's definitely good. Excellent in fact."
Dom grinned and cocked his head. "And what about your ass, O'Connor? Where's it fall on the scale?" Not that Dom didn't have his own opinion. He had every reason to know -- as recently as an hour ago -- that Brian's ass was definitely tight enough.
"Mine? Not so tight. Gets worked pretty regularly, you know," he said.
Shit. Not even an exaggeration, because of all the things they could and did to each other, Dom had found a definite preference for burying his cock in Brian's ass as deep and as often as he could manage. Luckily for him, Brian seemed to like it as well. "And is that a problem?" Dom asked coyly.
"No, no, man. Not a problem at all. Problem for you?"
"Not at all. I think it's got its charm. Very comfortable fit."
"Custom job," Brian said, his voice dropping a little. The blue eyes had gone a little darker and there was flush at Brian's throat. "Hand crafted for a specific tool."
Half Dom's blood dropped to his dick and he shifted in his chair. Brian smiled, lifted his cup to his mouth and drank. Dom was suddenly really glad Brian had ordered coffee instead of a bottle of juice because the idea of Brian's lips wrapped around anything at the moment -- he'd have stroke. But he was not giving up that easily, because Brian was on the edge of his chair. Jeans a little tight there, Bri?
"Primed to perfection, Bri," Dom was what he said and lifted his hand for the check. "But maybe, maybe it needs, you know a little fine tuning."
"You think?"
"Won’t know until I get in there," Dom said and this time Brian did drop his gaze, smile playing on his lips. Well, what do you know, maybe Dom had won this one.
The check came and Dom dropped a twenty on top of it and got up, Brian drained his cup and followed him out of the little open cafe, arms and hips brushing lightly together.
The guy in the red shorts was still there, either done or resting or just chatting up another guy who was leaning on the rail. Dom glanced back and saw Mr. Tight Ass watching them, gaze dropping, being far more obvious than Brian had been.
Dom raised an eyebrow and looked behind them. His own slacks were loose, as they usually were. Brian was wearing jeans that by all rights he shouldn't be able to walk in. Ergo, Mr. Tight Ass was not checking out Dom's ass.
Mr. Tight Ass met Dom's gaze with a look of pure envy and Dom grinned, swung his arm around Brian's waist and let his hand drop to that custom fitted ass. Brian stopped and looked at him. "What are you doing?"
Dom grinned. "Comparing," he said and then did something he'd never done in public; lifted his head and kissed Brian. Brian was startled, surprised, but Brian had an excellent recovery time, and Dom felt like he'd gotten a reward for something. His hand came up and he flipped Mr. Tight Ass off.
Brian caught he gesture and pulled his mouth away. "You are jealous," he accused, but didn't seem upset by it. If anything he seemed pretty amused.
"Naw," Dom said and kissed him again. "Just letting him know this ride is taken."
"This ride," Brian said, leaning close to whisper in Dom's ear. "Has not even started, Torretto."
The rest of Dom's blood dumped out of his brain and he moved, pushing Brian forward and toward the car.
This is actually related to nothing much, just a conversation that I couldn't get out of my head.
The waitress brought fresh bread to the table and Dom snagged a corn muffin, glancing over at Brian to see if he wanted any. Brian was leaning back in the chair, coffee cup in hand, dark glasses on to guard against the sun stroking down across their table. The light breeze running in from the ocean kept catching the edges of his hair, lifting up random curled wisps that seemed to shift from blond to pure gold. The smile on his face was pretty subtle but with that lift to it that Dom recognized as Brian was having some kind of speculative thought: seeing irony or humor.
He was watching something, someone, gulls on the pier maybe. Dom found himself following his gaze trying to see what he saw. There wasn’t much, the usual collection of tourists and local workers, gulls and a couple of boats moving out past the marina and into the open channels.
Brian's head was turning slightly, following someone and Dom twisted around, watching who was walking and saw not much that he thought would take Brian's interest. No pretty girls, no kids dancing along the waterway, no tourists doing stupid things. The only person actually moving with any purpose was…
Whoa...whoa…there was a guy, running. Kind of short but well built, mp3 player strapped to his arm, wrap shades, dark hair in a braid that hung to his mid back. He was bare chested, and wearing a pair of running shorts so small and so tight it was a wonder he could breathe much less run, and there was something about the way he was running, a little loose limbed and affected. He was running as much to be seen as get exercise. When he finally swung his gaze around he found Brian looking at him, glasses still on, but his smile was broader.
Dom met his gaze and then reached over to pull the shades off Brian's face. He blinked a little…it was bright out here and Brian was catching most of the sun in his face. "What are you looking at?" Dom asked him and broke open his muffin.
"You…"
Dom shook his head and took a bite. "Not now. Just then. It was that guy."
"What guy?"
"The one running," Dom said, feeling annoyed but not sure why. "Red shorts. Mr. Pony Tail."
"Oh, him." Brian set his cup down and reached for the coffeepot.
"Were you looking?"
The coffee flowed and Brian shrugged. "Yeah, maybe a little."
"A little? You were checking him out."
Brain's grin flashed again and he reached over for the sugar and cream. "Maybe. You jealous?" he chuckled.
Dom snorted. "Right."
"Just doing a little comparing," Brian said, dumping the additives in and stirring the coffee, but he looked past Dom.
Dom watched him and snapped his head back over his shoulder. Mr. Pony Tail was on the edge of the dock, doing some stretches. Dom rolled his eyes. Jeez, what a prima donna. "Comparing? To what?"
Brian's gaze slid over Dom's face and down and then back up slowly, that curl to his lip and the glint in his eye -- undressing Dom in his head. "To me?" that made him laugh. "That guys doesn't look anything like me."
"You're right, he doesn't," Brian chuckled again, gaze softening. "It's just comparing, Dom. You do it all the time. "
"Shit, no, I do not. I do not go around checking out other guys," Dom said firmly. Only you, you shit, he thought, being honest. Checking out Brian had become second nature. Maybe he needed to pay attention more.
"No, man," Brian said, one hand coming up to wave through the air. "No…like, cars. You see a great car, you know. It's got really rocking mag wheels, but yours are better. The detailing is so hot, you gotta look, but yours, yours is cooler. He's got a nice ass, yours," he grinned at Dom eyes dancing. "Yours is tighter."
Dom almost choked on the cornbread.
"It's just comparing. Not 'cause it's better, but because it just proves to you you've got the best," Brian said, and his gaze was hot, nearly indecent, if anyone in the café besides Dom understood where Brian's brain went half the time.
Dom needed a sip of coffee himself, because the game was on. Brian was messing with him again. Dom nearly always lost these little contests, but he kept trying. "Okay, so. Mr. Tight Ass. How do you know? How do you know his ass is," he almost choked on it. Being with Brian had introduced an entirely new lexicon and set of standards, "tighter than mine without trying it out?"
Brian sipped his coffee, but his gaze didn't shift and Dom felt a little pinned, a little trapped. He kinda liked it. "Because the way he was working it, I think that ass of his has seen a lot of action. And your ass," Brian's smile was openly teasing, "not so much. Ergo, your ass is definitely tighter."
The sudden heat in Dom's face could not be blamed on the sun. It was entirely Brian's fault as was the sudden tingling in his balls. He was so not going to win this one. "And that's good, right?" he asked taking a different tack, playing innocent. Brian ducked his head and laughed.
"Oh, yeah, Dom. That's definitely good. Excellent in fact."
Dom grinned and cocked his head. "And what about your ass, O'Connor? Where's it fall on the scale?" Not that Dom didn't have his own opinion. He had every reason to know -- as recently as an hour ago -- that Brian's ass was definitely tight enough.
"Mine? Not so tight. Gets worked pretty regularly, you know," he said.
Shit. Not even an exaggeration, because of all the things they could and did to each other, Dom had found a definite preference for burying his cock in Brian's ass as deep and as often as he could manage. Luckily for him, Brian seemed to like it as well. "And is that a problem?" Dom asked coyly.
"No, no, man. Not a problem at all. Problem for you?"
"Not at all. I think it's got its charm. Very comfortable fit."
"Custom job," Brian said, his voice dropping a little. The blue eyes had gone a little darker and there was flush at Brian's throat. "Hand crafted for a specific tool."
Half Dom's blood dropped to his dick and he shifted in his chair. Brian smiled, lifted his cup to his mouth and drank. Dom was suddenly really glad Brian had ordered coffee instead of a bottle of juice because the idea of Brian's lips wrapped around anything at the moment -- he'd have stroke. But he was not giving up that easily, because Brian was on the edge of his chair. Jeans a little tight there, Bri?
"Primed to perfection, Bri," Dom was what he said and lifted his hand for the check. "But maybe, maybe it needs, you know a little fine tuning."
"You think?"
"Won’t know until I get in there," Dom said and this time Brian did drop his gaze, smile playing on his lips. Well, what do you know, maybe Dom had won this one.
The check came and Dom dropped a twenty on top of it and got up, Brian drained his cup and followed him out of the little open cafe, arms and hips brushing lightly together.
The guy in the red shorts was still there, either done or resting or just chatting up another guy who was leaning on the rail. Dom glanced back and saw Mr. Tight Ass watching them, gaze dropping, being far more obvious than Brian had been.
Dom raised an eyebrow and looked behind them. His own slacks were loose, as they usually were. Brian was wearing jeans that by all rights he shouldn't be able to walk in. Ergo, Mr. Tight Ass was not checking out Dom's ass.
Mr. Tight Ass met Dom's gaze with a look of pure envy and Dom grinned, swung his arm around Brian's waist and let his hand drop to that custom fitted ass. Brian stopped and looked at him. "What are you doing?"
Dom grinned. "Comparing," he said and then did something he'd never done in public; lifted his head and kissed Brian. Brian was startled, surprised, but Brian had an excellent recovery time, and Dom felt like he'd gotten a reward for something. His hand came up and he flipped Mr. Tight Ass off.
Brian caught he gesture and pulled his mouth away. "You are jealous," he accused, but didn't seem upset by it. If anything he seemed pretty amused.
"Naw," Dom said and kissed him again. "Just letting him know this ride is taken."
"This ride," Brian said, leaning close to whisper in Dom's ear. "Has not even started, Torretto."
The rest of Dom's blood dumped out of his brain and he moved, pushing Brian forward and toward the car.
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Date: 2004-09-28 07:08 pm (UTC)i don't even have words.....
...sigh...i need a boyfriend.......
i'm glad you couldn't get this out of your head...now i never will either...
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Date: 2004-09-29 04:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-28 07:08 pm (UTC)Take me wherever you want, Maygra. I'll go. :)
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Date: 2004-09-29 04:50 am (UTC)(Maygra contemplates the Pied Piper syndrome, discards, and settles for a happy Bone.)
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Date: 2004-09-28 08:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-29 04:51 am (UTC)I'm glad you liked it.
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Date: 2004-09-28 09:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-28 09:18 pm (UTC)That was...sigh...just grand. Feel free to throw out any little old piece of 'nothing much' that comes your way.
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Date: 2004-09-29 04:52 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-09-28 11:18 pm (UTC)And may I add, Maygra: *gurgle*
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Date: 2004-09-29 04:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-29 04:54 am (UTC)(Not a cat, but I play one on TV!)
Thank you. I see much teasing and sexual innuendo, at least at first. I love the trope that has Biran lovig to make Dom laugh -- and I think Dom would like it too.
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Date: 2004-09-29 12:56 am (UTC)Hot, sexy & funny!
You're a miracle worker - though I did already know that (g).
As always - thank you!
*hugs*
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Date: 2004-09-29 04:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-29 07:57 am (UTC)Scarily, yes.
Date: 2004-09-29 08:39 am (UTC)then my brain went wandering to the possibilities of Brian actually being charged for his inolvement, and Dom getting caught...and then...
I seriously need to stop watching Oz on HBO.
Gah. (head thump)
Remorse is sexy!
Date: 2004-09-29 06:52 pm (UTC)A flawed Dom is still one worthy of respect and admiration, he's no less charismatic or worthy of redemption, but you don't achieve that characterization at the expense of what really happened in the film.
I conduct writing workshops every week for at risk, incarcerated and gang involved youth, and I'm glad your stories don't skirt over the tough bits in TFATF canon. I work with Doms and Hectors and Jesses, and one of the biggest challenges they face is taking responsibility for what they do, the good and the bad.
I find your 'facing up to the shit I did' Dom just as sexy and compelling as the 'in denial it was no big deal' Dom.
Re: Remorse is sexy!
Date: 2004-09-29 07:01 pm (UTC)Redmeption and responsibility..those are my nerve hits for fic.
Thank you.
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Date: 2004-09-30 11:02 am (UTC)Just a tiny note on this, cuz I figure you might want to fix this: "Dom had found a definite preference for buying his cock" I think that should be burying? But the only reason I even caught that was that I was reading rather... intently. ;-)
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