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OMG I FAIL AT FLUFF. This was supposed to be fluff. I don't know what happened. It was supposed to live in its own fluffy universe but that lasted about three seconds and it turned out to be a sequel to Believe (that's the Dan/Jones/Pingu one for those of you playing along at home). But it's not Tuesday anymore, so. *sets it down and runs off*

Title: Flux
Pairing: Jones/Pingu, sort of? and background Dan/Jones
Words: 950-ish
Rating: PG
Summary: Nathan Barley's about to have the worst gig of his life, but this isn't really about that.

F-locked for now 'cause it's weird and I'm tired. I've had notes on part of this for ages and dreamed some of it last night. Welcome to my brain, such as it is.



It takes Pingu a long time to realize that whatever's hitting the window isn't just more sleet. It's pennies. Little tiny Euro pennies like someone who takes a lot of trips to France and Spain might pick through handfuls of every time he pays for anything.

He opens the window and a two-cent piece hits him in the forehead.

"Sorry!" Jones calls up from the street. "Ran out of the little ones." He's wearing a ridiculous blue and orange knit cap with ear-flaps and tassels, and a leather jacket that doesn't really look like enough for how cold it is. "You gonna let me up or what? My balls're about to fall off!"

"Nathan's due back any minute!"

"No, he ain't. He's half-cut in the Nailgun with his hand down the back of some stylietwit's jeans. Let me up or I'll start throwing pounds!"

Pingu runs to the door and presses the buzzer to unlock the door. He stands there listening to Jones's boots on the stairs.

"Alright?" Jones says when he gets to the top, pulling off his hat. He fluffs up his hair to little avail; it still looks like a flat red-striped helmet, and Pingu can smell the days-unwashed incense-smoke-oil of it. It's not unpleasant. "What were you doing? Think I threw about three quid worth of coin at you."

"Sorry. I had my headphones on. Sorry. I thought you weren't--"

"Nah, I'm ages late. No worries." Jones rubs his hands together. "You ready to do this?"

"I..."

Jones takes his jacket off and starts digging through the pockets. "Changed your mind?"

"...No."

"Right!" He produces a little plastic case of screwdrivers. "Where are they?"

Pingu points a nervous finger at the flight case in the corner.

Jones snorts a laugh at it. "Fucking dildo, Bassnectar stickers?" Pingu half-expects him to put on gloves to touch the case, but he just shakes his head and opens it. After a moment of inspecting one of the turntables, he looks up and narrows his eyes. "You tell no one," he says, brandishing a screwdriver to emphasise his point.

"Right," Pingu says thinly. Jones is that angry force-to-be-reckoned with he saw when Dan was being paraded about in a costume.

"I'd like to ever work again, so not your mates, not Claire, not the internet, not Dan, yeah?" Jones's fingers are flying over screws, then over wires in the hapless innards of one of Nathan's prized possessions.

"I don't really talk to Dan."

"You should," Jones says without looking up.

The truth is, he'd like to. To ask questions that might help him decipher the squinted glare Dan gives him sometimes now. But he doesn't know how and he's not sure Dan would answer anyway.

"'Sides, you'll want the credit anyway. You got the soldering iron?"

Pingu's plugged it in in preparation, but when he picks it up he nearly burns them both because he jumps out of his skin at a loud 'YES!' sounding from nowhere.

"Steady on, mate. Just my mobile."

"Where are you?" says Dan's voice through the tinny speaker.

"Doing evil."

"Is that what you've done to the kettle?"


"I ain't touched the kettle."

"It won't go." Dan sounds drunk.

"So use the cooker."

"Yes, thank you, I had worked that out."

"Then why ring me, you tit?"

"To tell you to buy a new kettle. What evil?"

"Bypassing a resistor."

"I love it when you talk dirty."

Jones rolls his eyes, but Pingu can see he's smiling as he ends the call. "Here, see this?" He points to some little black cylinders in the sea of wires and boards. "That's the resistors for the tone control. I take them out of the game, he can't do shit for how fast the record's playing, 'specially once I hook the power direct into the motor, right?"

Pingu sort of understands, but nods like he does entirely "What...what if he just switches over to a CD?"

"'S why I'm getting at the mixer next," Jones says, smiling like it's just started raining...well, whatever Jones would want it to rain. Espresso and white labels, maybe, or toy telephones and pink champagne. Pingu doesn't really know. "He can try to go to a CD, but his aux inputs ain't gonna work. He can play one record like some wanker at a wedding, but that'll be it." He holds out the soldering iron. "Can you keep this steady?"

Pingu shows a hand, which isn't shaking as much as it could be.

Jones touches a bit of wire to the tip of the iron, where it hisses and smokes. "Go on, then," he says, and guides Pingu's hand where he wants it to go. "That's it." Pingu watches as a little bead of metal melts onto the new connection. Jones lifts his hand away. "Well done." He's still holding Pingu's wrist and smiling.

There's something about Jones that makes him want to take chances. He knows that if the offer were for more than that once, Jones would have told him in no uncertain terms. But he leans forward and catches Jones's lips anyway, dropping the iron to let it burn a hole in the floor if it wants to. Jones kisses him back for a moment, tongue soft and chin rough and lips still a little cold.

But Jones pushes him back gently. "I can't," he says, combing Pingu's hair off his forehead.

"I figured." He doesn't sigh, just takes a breath. "Then you and Dan...."

"Yeah, we got it sorted, sort of."

"That's...that's good."

"It's well fucking good." Jones is beaming. Maybe he'd like it to rain Dans in a good mood.

This makes two things he's touched and done more fixing than breaking. He's not exactly glad, but he says he is like he means it.

Date: 2010-07-28 01:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] storyfan.livejournal.com
Pingu's revenge! I've wanted this ever since I saw that fucker Nathan Barley do that electric shock thing.

I do like that phone call, too. Things like that let the reader know there's action going on outside the actual story. More like real life, I mean to say.

This is quite cute and it's a lot fluffier than you think.

Date: 2010-07-29 01:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thirstyrobot.livejournal.com
Hahaha, Nathan DOES say "you're going to get me back so bad one day!" XD

Thank you, my dear! <3

Date: 2010-07-28 01:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ftw302.livejournal.com
I loved this <3

Dan rain!!

Date: 2010-07-29 01:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thirstyrobot.livejournal.com
<3 Hallelujah, it's raining Dans! XD

Date: 2010-07-28 02:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-reverand.livejournal.com
THIS!! Jones all electrical-y and Pingu wanting and TAKING, even! And EVEN THEIR OWN BRAND OF DOMESTIC FLUFF I AM DYING!

"You tell no one," he says, brandishing a screwdriver to emphasise his point.

Or I'll jab you in the gums wi' me screwdriver! :D I lol'd!

Jones is that angry force-to-be-reckoned with he saw when Dan was being paraded about in a costume.

MMmmmmmmmmm...

The whole exchange over the kettle and the resistor and Dan liking it when he talks dirty, OH BOY! Domestic but still so Dan/Jones! Playful and lovely and the only thing better than that is this:

"It's well fucking good." Jones is beaming. Maybe he'd like it to rain Dans in a good mood.

AW I KNEW Dan was going all soft and love-you-forever-omg at the end of Believe! :D :D

This makes two things he's touched and done more fixing than breaking. He's not exactly glad, but he says he is like he means it.

Aw Pingu! More fixing than breaking. That's lovely. You've done wonderful things with him with this 'verse! I will not complain if there is more of it! <3
Edited Date: 2010-07-28 02:03 pm (UTC)

Date: 2010-07-29 01:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thirstyrobot.livejournal.com
You are awesome and also HITCHER JONES NEEDS TO HAPPEN. :D

And yeah, I miiiiiight've gotten just a little convinced that it was squishy love-you-forever stuff. :D I think it (the threesome one, I mean) reads a lot better imagining that.

Oh gosh, I don't know if I'll do more with this or not. This was really supposed to be proper Jones/Pingu and I'd still like to do that. But maybe the next time I try that'll mutate too, who knows.

Date: 2010-07-28 08:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eggnogged.livejournal.com
Eeeee Jones/Pingu!

I always adore your Jones but I especially love Pingu in this, all awkward but going for it anyway. More fixing than breaking. <3 <3 <3

Massive love for this image btw:
He's wearing a ridiculous blue and orange knit cap with ear-flaps and tassels, and a leather jacket that doesn't really look like enough for how cold it is. XD <3

Also, that phone call, now I really want porn where Jones talks about electronics or obscure DJing terms (lol at first I typed BJing terms) and it turns Dan on. ;)

Date: 2010-07-29 01:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thirstyrobot.livejournal.com
YAY thank you! :D The hat was totally Noel-inspired, I think.

I wonder what obscure BJing terms would be! XD Latin or something, I guess. I'm not sure I know enough about either to pull it off, may have to consult the Boy. ;D Who I guess I should've credited for the turntable-innard info, but meh, he won't know.

Date: 2010-07-28 08:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] luridlolly.livejournal.com
I love the combination of sneakery, competence, and nonchalance that is Jones here! And Pingu ;_; I feel bad for him and yet...I think his encounter(s) with Jones have given him the positive attention he so desperately needs. This was very sweet, and whatever Jones would want it to rain. Espresso and white labels, maybe, or toy telephones and pink champagne....Maybe he'd like it rain Dans was just PERFECT.

Date: 2010-07-29 01:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thirstyrobot.livejournal.com
Hooray, thank you! My competency kink, it always shows itself. ;D

Pingu totally needs it to rain hugs and cupcakes and nice Joneses.

Date: 2010-07-29 01:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] silent-fields.livejournal.com
This was really great! I loved Dan and Jones phone conversation and how Jones is careful with Pingu but at the same time doesn't treat him like he's made of glass.

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