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Title: These Are Our Times
Pairing: Dan/Jones
Rating: R?
Words: 1050
Summary: Something about an open window in a hotel in Rome.
Notes: This was supposed to be done quite a bit earlier in order to soothe [livejournal.com profile] the_reverand's bad day, but maybe it's just as well that it's late because it's a bit heart-hurty-er than I thought it would be. Er. Anyway, this is another short that got massively out of hand, and I kind of didn't want to stop even when I did. Set to Beirut's Postcards From Italy, which was also Rev's idea. <3

This takes place late-summer-ish in the same year as One Day We'll Look Back And... (which occurs in March if anyone's keeping track) but is sort of a director's-cut extra due to being Jones's POV. Masterlist for this universe is here.



Rome is Jones's favourite yet. Dan's accused him of just liking the Vespa they've hired, which he does-- Dan refuses to drive it and even riding it makes him nervous, so there's a great deal of him clinging to Jones's waist, but that's not really why. Rome is loud, spectacularly loud. It's loud in a different way than London, a new loud that seems to taste of wine and sun and crumbling frescoes. It looks and smells loud. It's a big gorgeous shambles he wants to stand in the middle of and soak up.

Even their room is loud. There's a wedding reception going on in the courtyard, laughter and glass under the waltzing horns of the band. It's too hot to shut the window, really even too hot for clothes. Jones has discarded everything but his pants and Dan's on the bed wearing nothing but two days of stubble and the secondhand guitar he bought at a motley little market stall because Jones liked the look of the yellow roses painted onto the crackling veneer.

Jones is meant to be re-balancing a tone arm that got knocked askew in transit, but he keeps looking at Dan, who's idly picking and strumming along with the music outside, looking rarely serene. He's sorry now that he used the last Polaroid shot on a ludicrously fat man riding a tiny pink bicycle with a cart of vegetables on the back.

He goes to the window and watches the bride spinning round with what looks like her father. He wonders if he can remember how to waltz. His gran taught him when he was young, to foxtrot and jitterbug to old records wheezing out of a wind-up gramophone as old as her. He wonders if Dan knows how. They did dance together like Dan promised, once, a slow close sway to the shitty headlining DJ in Belfast, backed into the shadows and kissed themselves dizzy.

They haven't since. In London, Dan waves him off to dance on his own. They don't hold hands in London, don't half-fuck in bars, and Dan never touches him first. It stings but he's accepted it. This trip is because Jones was offered a three-night spot for more than he would have asked for, and it says enough for him that Dan dug up an excuse to come along. For now. But he's patient.

Jones waves back across the courtyard to a girl who's watching the party from her balcony in a slip and hair curlers. "Alright?" he calls. She says something back but he can't hear it.

"Who are you flirting with?" Dan asks. The note of jealousy behind the joke, that's enough for now too.

Jones ducks back in and pulls the curtains shut. The ends of them flutter weakly in not enough of a breeze. "The bride. Think the groom's Mafia, we'd best lock the door." He bounces onto the bed behind Dan and kisses the back of his neck. "You ought to've bought a mandolin."

"You didn't go all starry-eyed over a mandolin." He lets go of the guitar and leans back, running his hands up the backs of Jones's calves on either side of him. "Christ, you're like a furnace."

"It's hot! Anyway, you're all sticky." Dan's back is clammy and humid against his chest and his neck tastes of salt when Jones sucks at the spot behind his ear. "We should gatecrash the wedding party, they got all these massive fans down there."

"I hate weddings."

"What's to hate? Cake, champagne, pissed bridesmaids." He kisses the words onto Dan's throat. "You ever even been to one?"

"I was a groomsman in my cousin's. I would have preferred dental surgery."

Dan bats Jones's hands away from where they're inching towards his groin, or tries to, though it's not much of an effort. He's half hard in that fucked-out tired way that always makes Jones want to spend ages sucking his cock until he claws and shivers and his feet go numb. "Mmm, but I'd quite fancy you in a suit." He has to watch how he says things. I'd love you in eyeliner made Dan look like a firing squad had turned up, and it was nothing to do with the eyeliner, even though no matter what Jones might feel, that wasn't what he meant by it. They didn't discuss it.

"In an undone suit in the coat-check room, knowing you."

"Against the ice sculpture, at least. I have got some class."

Applause and cheers drift into the window as the waltz ends and Dan pushes the guitar away and turns over onto his side. "It's too hot for this," he says before he kisses Jones anyway, soft and lazy with his fingers curling into the sweaty hairs at the nape of Jones's neck. The past three weeks, his hair's been a dark brown shot through with blue streaks that Dan (tipsy and post-coital) said matched his eyes, but he did it pink again when he found out Dan was coming with him. It's sort of tradition, maybe, at this point, rosy stains on the pillowcases and Dan's fingernails.

The music's gone into a lilting 4/4 with trumpets that Jones doesn't know how to dance to, not really, but it makes him hope there's some smiling girl down below swirling her skirts and stamping her feet back and forth and throwing her head back as she twirls. "Yeah, I reckon we could use an ice sculpture," he says in between gently sucking at Dan's lower lip.

Dan laughs low in his chest in time with the bass drum. He opens his eyes and smiles and yeah, Jones is pretty sure he can wait until Dan's got words to go with that look, until he'll look at Jones that way anytime and anywhere without shutting it away. Jones doesn't ask him to dance like he meant to, because this is better even in the heat with their skin sticking and no cool spots on the sheets.

Dan will smirk tomorrow at Jones's determination to get a kiss on the Spanish Steps, but he'll buy a postcard of them when he thinks Jones isn't looking and fountain-pen something accidentally wonderful onto the back, and for a little while enough will be more than enough.

Date: 2010-07-22 06:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] silent-fields.livejournal.com
"In an undone suit in the coat-check room, knowing you."

"Against the ice sculpture, at least. I have got some class."


Hahaha. Yes to both please. ;)

This was lovely. The bittersweet tone fit the summer heat well and I am as always, in love with all of your little details. Much love for the mental image of young Jones jitterbugging. <3

Date: 2010-07-22 06:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thirstyrobot.livejournal.com
Heh, they just need some kind of scavenger hunt-type list to porn their way through.

Glad you liked, thank you! It was really supposed to be a lot fluffier, but I guess it really couldn't be.

Date: 2010-07-22 06:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eggnogged.livejournal.com
GAAAAAAAH. You kill me with those two, I love them so fucking much. ;_; Seriously, if you made Roadtripverse into a book, I WOULD SO BUY IT! And I would read it so many times that it would fall apart.

This is so so hurty knowing what's in store for them!

He has to watch how he says things. I'd love you in eyeliner made Dan look like a firing squad had turned up, and it was nothing to do with the eyeliner, even though no matter what Jones might feel, that wasn't what he meant by it. They didn't discuss it.

</3 x 1000000!!! But despite that, the bits of proper romance with the postcards and the kissing are making me melt like a Popsicle in the sun. Also, the image of them two mostly naked in a hotel room, with a guitar.... *____* Hahah, this comment is all over the place, but suffice to say I LOVE this to bits, even though it's a proper punch in the gut. <3 <3 <3 MOOOOOAR!

Date: 2010-07-22 07:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thirstyrobot.livejournal.com
Oh, man, I wish I could make a big shiny book with pink-haired rainstorm guitar postcard illustrations without getting my very pants sued off!

I seriously break my own heart every time I have to think about what I'm going to eventually (I'm so hardcore stalling, too) put them through, eeek.

The guitar nudity image was what made the whole thing happen, ha! Mostly due to the song (postcards, foreign destinations, my brain did the math and computed out naked guitar-fondling Dans) so I guess you can thank the Rev for that. XD

You are not so much all over the place as awesome and I thank you with vintage yellow guitar roses. <3

Date: 2010-07-22 11:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] xthursdaynextx.livejournal.com
That's lovely. I'm quite sucked in to this little universe.

Date: 2010-07-22 04:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thirstyrobot.livejournal.com
Thank you! I may be a little sucked in too, heh.

Date: 2010-07-22 01:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-reverand.livejournal.com
GORGEOUS! I had the song in my head the whole time! I listened to it this morning on the way to work, daydreaming about what you might write, and SURPRISE it was ALREADY UP!!

It is a bit hurty but in a good way, in a VERY good way. It makes so much sense considering what we've talked about with this 'verse, and how they get to that point of separation from this bit of magic. <3

He's sorry now that he used the last Polaroid shot on a ludicrously fat man riding a tiny pink bicycle with a cart of vegetables on the back.

Why do I love this? Because it's your details that make your characters but maybe especially your Jones! Also:

He wonders if he can remember how to waltz. His gran taught him when he was young, to foxtrot and jitterbug to old records wheezing out of a wind-up gramophone as old as her.

And nothing to do with grans: He's half hard in that fucked-out tired way that always makes Jones want to spend ages sucking his cock until he claws and shivers and his feet go numb.

NNNGGGGMMFFFFFF.

And brown and blue hair gone pink again and ice sculptures and this!! but he'll buy a postcard of them when he thinks Jones isn't looking and fountain-pen something accidentally wonderful onto the back, and for a little while enough will be more than enough.

I will never ever get tired of them roadtripping. Beautiful!

(OMG FUTUREFIC OF GREY-STREAKED SALT-AND-PEPPER (GONE PINK??) ROADTRIPPING!! I would read the hell out of that. Just saying.)

You. <3

Date: 2010-07-22 04:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thirstyrobot.livejournal.com
YOUUUUU. <3 <3

I'm so happy you like it since it was kinda for you and all. ;D I must've listened to that song 50 times (um, 33 according to my iTunes, actually, wow) while writing this. Still not sick of it, haha.

I kind of hate having to put the ouchy bits in, eek. (But I kind of like it too.)

OMG FUTUREFIC. :O How do you do these things to my brain?? I'm going to have to spend some time thinking a bit farther forward than I have been, but oh, man, I'll probably do it. (unless you want to!?!?)

Date: 2010-07-22 02:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ftw302.livejournal.com
Oooo this was beautiful <3 I love this universe. I love your writing. I loved this. So bittersweet.

I, too, am afraid of what's to come---!! Don't stall with the nasty, might as well get it on with, like pulling a bandaid off.

Date: 2010-07-22 04:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thirstyrobot.livejournal.com
Thank you! <3 <3 Aw, it's going to be a long band-aid of nasty even if I get right to it, yiiiiikes. D:

Date: 2010-07-22 04:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] doctorpancakes.livejournal.com
This was 52 flavours of lovely. It felt like bittersweet summertime. Lovelovelovelovelovelovelove.

Date: 2010-07-22 04:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thirstyrobot.livejournal.com
Thank you! :D That was what it felt like to me writing it too so I'm glad it came across.

Date: 2010-07-22 05:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jackiethomas73.livejournal.com
This was lovely. I loved the slow pace and gentle emotions. Beautiful.

Date: 2010-07-23 05:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thirstyrobot.livejournal.com
Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it! :)

Date: 2010-07-22 05:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mandybling.livejournal.com
How sadly sweet is that! :)

Date: 2010-07-23 05:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thirstyrobot.livejournal.com
Thanks, dear! Glad you liked. :)

Date: 2010-07-22 11:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] waqaychay.livejournal.com
i'm not usually one for non-porny fic, but this was still pretty hot, yo. ;D

Date: 2010-07-23 05:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thirstyrobot.livejournal.com
Haha, a naked Dan who didn't get at least a little bit groped would be highly unrealistic. ;) Thanks, babe!

Date: 2010-07-23 12:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] luridlolly.livejournal.com
"Against the ice sculpture, at least. I have got some class."

Oh dear, this is lovely! I love hearing Jones' point of view, how he's waiting for Dan, waiting for more...just lovely.

Also, the stupid heat of summer has never been so appealing as it was in this fic *fans self*

Date: 2010-07-23 05:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thirstyrobot.livejournal.com
Thank you! <3 Ha, I was boiling to death the whole time I was writing this as I seem unable to write anywhere but my back porch. I think the ice sculpture was partly for my own benefit. XD

Date: 2010-07-23 12:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bookends999.livejournal.com
Lovely! and the postcard at the end is so sweet <3

*whimpers* what are you going to do to them?!? And are you then going to fix it??? ;;

Date: 2010-07-23 05:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thirstyrobot.livejournal.com
Thank you! :)

And, um, yeah, I'm gonna do canon to them, unfortunately. But I do fix it! Technically it's already fixed since this whole 'verse is sort of a prequel to this (http://thirstyrobot.livejournal.com/103882.html). But I'm sort of putting off all the really ouchy stuff as long as I can because it makes me sad. :P

Date: 2010-07-23 04:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] appadarling.livejournal.com
Loved all of this, the details, the easy banter, and I could literally feel the heat in your writing (that could also be the heatwave) with the salty taste and the clamminess of Dan's skin; everything was beautiful! The ending damn near broke my heart, sweet Jones is so patient with him. Postcard really tied everything together. :)

Date: 2010-07-23 05:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thirstyrobot.livejournal.com
So glad you liked it, thank you! I wrote most of it while wilting in 90-degree heat which I guess accidentally helped. ;)

Date: 2010-07-23 08:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] laeta.livejournal.com
Sweet! ♥

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