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wolfanfics) wrote2009-12-13 01:56 am
wolfanfics) wrote2009-12-13 01:56 am
Andrew Hansen/Charles Firth - Melting In The Sun
Title: Melting In The Sun
Author: Sashataakheru
Fandom: The Chaser RPS
Starring: Andrew Hansen, Charles Firth
Pairings: Andrew/Charles
Word Count: 1,790
Prompt: 018 – Waterproof for citrus_taste (table)
Warnings: cross-dressing
Rating: FRM
Disclaimer: Not true in any way, shape or form.
Author’s Notes: Originally written for the prompt 'melting' over at![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
dailyprompt; this is an edited/revised version (and a better one, I think.)
Summary: It’s a particularly hot day in Sydney, and Charles is grumpy, and not just because Andrew is positively chirpy and the air conditioner is less than awesome. Andrew, however, is not interested in letting his mood last.
Melting In The Sun
It was far too hot, of that Charles was certain. He was in no mood to do anything other than lie on the couch in his underwear, fanning himself to make up for his dodgy air conditioning. He picked up the glass of juice with a generous quantity of ice cubes in it that was sitting on the floor within arm's reach. He frowned in annoyance as he saw the ice had already melted.
“Fat lot of good you are,” he muttered and drank it anyway. “Oi, Andrew, darling, bring me some ice, will you?”
Andrew's head appeared from behind the wall, and Charles tilted his head backwards to look at him upside down. He smiled, at least trying not to nag, though this didn’t last as he saw how cheery he looked. Fucking hell, Charles was sweating like a pig, and there was Andrew, acting as if the heat didn’t concern him at all. Okay, when he looked closer, there were a few beads of sweat on his forehead, but that was about it. Fuck it, even the little French maid outfit Charles had insisted he wear was still looking untarnished. Charles wondered if his metabolism was the wrong way round or something.
“You run out again? That's a tray and a half in three hours. Anyone'd think you were dying or something. At this rate, there won’t be any ice left in an hour,” Andrew said.
“I don't recall asking it to get this hot,” Charles said. He gently shook the glass at him, asking for another drink. “Please? Pretty please with sugar on top? You know, since you’re being my maid today and all.”
“You had to pick this day to trade in that favour, didn’t you?” Andrew sighed and took the glass anyway. “Alright. I’ll get you some more ice. But only because I like you. And no, you’re not getting a kiss for it either, not when you’re all sweaty and gross.”
“Bastard,” Charles muttered as he watched Andrew disappear. “You’re a bastard, Hansen!”
Andrew returned to the kitchen and stood by the windowsill, pondering what he could do to lift his mood. Certainly sex was never off the cards, but even Andrew had standards. He felt he might’ve given into the urge to sneak up on him if it wasn’t so hot. Heat did somewhat discourage the urge to make out, much as Andrew thought about what he could do to him. All that effort, that necessity of being close to someone else, it was all wrong, and it almost killed his desire. Almost. There was always a part of him that was up to messing around with Charles, no matter the temperature.
That Charles had particularly chosen a maid’s outfit that was designed to be skimpy, and it wasn’t exactly difficult to fuck in, if he so wanted to, was not lost on Andrew. He knew Charles well enough to know that was probably his intention all along, if only it wasn’t quite so stiflingly hot. Perhaps there was room to take him to bed later on, once it had cooled down a little.
Perhaps Andrew could cool Charles down instead. That might make him less grumpy. The merits of filling a bucket with icy water and tipping it over him instead seemed rather promising. Then again, it wasn't his house and Charles might not appreciate a soggy couch. On the other hand, it might dry in an hour if they left it outside in this heat. The temperature out there was lethal to any sort of moisture. But maybe if he lured him somewhere not quite so precious...
With an idea beginning to form in his mind, he spotted a particular tree in his back yard that afforded part of the lawn some shade. While it was certainly nowhere near midday, and bordering on late afternoon, there was still heat in the air, though at least the sun was slowly relenting, and the yard was not as hellish as it had been. Perhaps now was the right time to drag Charles outside and throw some water over him. It might cheer him up at the very least.
Andrew decided to check just how hot it was outside. Remembering to slip some shoes on, he opened the back door and stepped into the back yard. He avoided the direct sun and headed for the tree. Well, it wasn't so bad, and it was tolerable in the shade. He spotted the hose coiled neatly around a hook attached to the wall. At least it had been spared the fate of lying in the sun all day so it would produce nothing but hot water. Uncoiling the hose a little, he turned the tap on to see just how cool the water was, just in case the shade had been so hot it had also boiled the water. Andrew was pleased to discover that while it wasn't icy, it was certainly cool enough. It would make Andrew cold at any rate, which wasn’t easy in summer.
Turning the hose off, he went back to see if Charles was missing him. He wondered if he wasn't too hot to bother. Maybe he should throw the rest of the ice tray on him, just to get him to shut up about it. Well, he had requested ice, and he was running out of ice trays. Maybe Charles might feel like playing once Andrew started to rub ice all over him. It might be the only seduction technique that might work, given the circumstances.
Charles was still lying on the couch. He was not a happy man. Annoyance had become irritation, and he was close to hitting things, if he only had the energy to get off the couch. He did, however, manage to muster enough energy to kick the pedestal fan over in frustration as the power died. While the lack of power also killed the air conditioning; pathetic as it was, it had been better than nothing. Now there was nothing moving the air around and Charles was beginning to wonder if it would ever get cool before March.
“Andrew, I thought I asked for some ice, man. Don't let me dehydrate to death or something,” Charles called, wondering where he was.
Too tired to bother looking behind him, he heard Andrew say he was coming before he felt a cold, wet sensation begin to trail down his shoulders. He shivered involuntarily and tried to brush Andrew’s hands away. Andrew persisted as he knelt behind him, and soon Charles began giggling, especially when Andrew began teasing his skin with an ice cube in his mouth.
“Hey, quit it, will you? That tickles!” Charles managed to say as Andrew got near his neck and down towards his collar bone.
Andrew ate the ice cube before answering. “I thought you said you wanted ice.”
“I didn't want it like that, you idiot,” Charles said. He yelped as Andrew licked a stripe up his neck, reeling at his cold tongue.
“Hey, it stopped you moping. I was getting bored being your manservant,” Andrew replied.
“Oh, come on, it’s too hot to do anything other than lie around. Gimme a break,” Charles said.
Andrew got to his feet. “What do you think I was just doing? But if you’re not going to appreciate my generosity, I’ll go elsewhere.”
Andrew decided against waiting around for a reply and dashed outside. Either Charles would decline to enter the heat, or he would come and get soaked. Andrew was hoping for the latter as he ran to the hose and waited out of sight. Something needed to happen to break the monotony of lying around whining about the heat.
Charles indeed came outside, curious as to why Andrew ran away, and looked around for him. Andrew was pleased he wasn’t easily found, and watched Charles as he searched aimlessly, calling to him. Andrew thought he sounded like he needed a good soaking. Andrew waited until he was on the verge of the lawn before turning on the tap and directing the water right at him. Charles squealed and turned to face him, both pleased and irritated. If anyone was going to start a water fight, it should be Charles. Andrew dodged out of the way and tried to keep the water between them.
“Oi, stop it, Andrew, I mean it-”
“Stop fighting it, Charles, I'm doing you a favour,” Andrew said, spraying him from head to toe.
“How is this doing me a favour?” he said, trying to protect himself from the water.
“I'm trying to make you not dehydrate. Isn't that what you wanted? Be thankful I decided against throwing a bucket of water over you while you were lying on the couch,” Andrew said, and gave him a pleasant grin.
“I think,” Charles lunged and tried to get at him as Andrew kept just out of reach, “that if we're going to have a water fight,” Charles lunged at him again and he almost succeeded in grasping the hose, “that that means you have to get wet too.” Charles grasped for the hose again and made it, attempting to wrestle the hose free, or if worst came to worst, get Andrew just as wet as he was.
Andrew had sort of hoped he might try and fight back. It was hardly fun when it was so one sided, especially when he was beginning to feel the heat, even though they were still in the shade. That didn’t mean Andrew was just going to let him take the hose from him. If Charles wanted the hose, he'd have to fight him for it, and there wasn't anything really terrible about being wet and almost naked and that close to Charles, was there? Perhaps it might finally tempt Charles into having a little fun with him.
In the end, after they and most of the garden had been thoroughly soaked, they sat underneath the tree, covered in dirt, grass and water. The hose lay forgotten on the lawn. Andrew decided his idea had been a very good one indeed as Charles lay there exhausted but not quite as grumpy as he had been before.
Charles had an arm around him, and Andrew kissed his cheek gently. Charles smiled a little to himself before turning to kiss him properly. The maid’s outfit was soaking wet and covered in dirt, but it didn’t seem to matter. Charles rested a hand on his hip. The more they kissed, the more Charles realised he wished Andrew was not wearing anything at all. He leaned in to whisper in his ear. Andrew giggled and murmured a reply before Charles got to his feet and carried Andrew back inside.
Author: Sashataakheru
Fandom: The Chaser RPS
Starring: Andrew Hansen, Charles Firth
Pairings: Andrew/Charles
Word Count: 1,790
Prompt: 018 – Waterproof for citrus_taste (table)
Warnings: cross-dressing
Rating: FRM
Disclaimer: Not true in any way, shape or form.
Author’s Notes: Originally written for the prompt 'melting' over at
dailyprompt; this is an edited/revised version (and a better one, I think.)Summary: It’s a particularly hot day in Sydney, and Charles is grumpy, and not just because Andrew is positively chirpy and the air conditioner is less than awesome. Andrew, however, is not interested in letting his mood last.
Melting In The Sun
It was far too hot, of that Charles was certain. He was in no mood to do anything other than lie on the couch in his underwear, fanning himself to make up for his dodgy air conditioning. He picked up the glass of juice with a generous quantity of ice cubes in it that was sitting on the floor within arm's reach. He frowned in annoyance as he saw the ice had already melted.
“Fat lot of good you are,” he muttered and drank it anyway. “Oi, Andrew, darling, bring me some ice, will you?”
Andrew's head appeared from behind the wall, and Charles tilted his head backwards to look at him upside down. He smiled, at least trying not to nag, though this didn’t last as he saw how cheery he looked. Fucking hell, Charles was sweating like a pig, and there was Andrew, acting as if the heat didn’t concern him at all. Okay, when he looked closer, there were a few beads of sweat on his forehead, but that was about it. Fuck it, even the little French maid outfit Charles had insisted he wear was still looking untarnished. Charles wondered if his metabolism was the wrong way round or something.
“You run out again? That's a tray and a half in three hours. Anyone'd think you were dying or something. At this rate, there won’t be any ice left in an hour,” Andrew said.
“I don't recall asking it to get this hot,” Charles said. He gently shook the glass at him, asking for another drink. “Please? Pretty please with sugar on top? You know, since you’re being my maid today and all.”
“You had to pick this day to trade in that favour, didn’t you?” Andrew sighed and took the glass anyway. “Alright. I’ll get you some more ice. But only because I like you. And no, you’re not getting a kiss for it either, not when you’re all sweaty and gross.”
“Bastard,” Charles muttered as he watched Andrew disappear. “You’re a bastard, Hansen!”
Andrew returned to the kitchen and stood by the windowsill, pondering what he could do to lift his mood. Certainly sex was never off the cards, but even Andrew had standards. He felt he might’ve given into the urge to sneak up on him if it wasn’t so hot. Heat did somewhat discourage the urge to make out, much as Andrew thought about what he could do to him. All that effort, that necessity of being close to someone else, it was all wrong, and it almost killed his desire. Almost. There was always a part of him that was up to messing around with Charles, no matter the temperature.
That Charles had particularly chosen a maid’s outfit that was designed to be skimpy, and it wasn’t exactly difficult to fuck in, if he so wanted to, was not lost on Andrew. He knew Charles well enough to know that was probably his intention all along, if only it wasn’t quite so stiflingly hot. Perhaps there was room to take him to bed later on, once it had cooled down a little.
Perhaps Andrew could cool Charles down instead. That might make him less grumpy. The merits of filling a bucket with icy water and tipping it over him instead seemed rather promising. Then again, it wasn't his house and Charles might not appreciate a soggy couch. On the other hand, it might dry in an hour if they left it outside in this heat. The temperature out there was lethal to any sort of moisture. But maybe if he lured him somewhere not quite so precious...
With an idea beginning to form in his mind, he spotted a particular tree in his back yard that afforded part of the lawn some shade. While it was certainly nowhere near midday, and bordering on late afternoon, there was still heat in the air, though at least the sun was slowly relenting, and the yard was not as hellish as it had been. Perhaps now was the right time to drag Charles outside and throw some water over him. It might cheer him up at the very least.
Andrew decided to check just how hot it was outside. Remembering to slip some shoes on, he opened the back door and stepped into the back yard. He avoided the direct sun and headed for the tree. Well, it wasn't so bad, and it was tolerable in the shade. He spotted the hose coiled neatly around a hook attached to the wall. At least it had been spared the fate of lying in the sun all day so it would produce nothing but hot water. Uncoiling the hose a little, he turned the tap on to see just how cool the water was, just in case the shade had been so hot it had also boiled the water. Andrew was pleased to discover that while it wasn't icy, it was certainly cool enough. It would make Andrew cold at any rate, which wasn’t easy in summer.
Turning the hose off, he went back to see if Charles was missing him. He wondered if he wasn't too hot to bother. Maybe he should throw the rest of the ice tray on him, just to get him to shut up about it. Well, he had requested ice, and he was running out of ice trays. Maybe Charles might feel like playing once Andrew started to rub ice all over him. It might be the only seduction technique that might work, given the circumstances.
Charles was still lying on the couch. He was not a happy man. Annoyance had become irritation, and he was close to hitting things, if he only had the energy to get off the couch. He did, however, manage to muster enough energy to kick the pedestal fan over in frustration as the power died. While the lack of power also killed the air conditioning; pathetic as it was, it had been better than nothing. Now there was nothing moving the air around and Charles was beginning to wonder if it would ever get cool before March.
“Andrew, I thought I asked for some ice, man. Don't let me dehydrate to death or something,” Charles called, wondering where he was.
Too tired to bother looking behind him, he heard Andrew say he was coming before he felt a cold, wet sensation begin to trail down his shoulders. He shivered involuntarily and tried to brush Andrew’s hands away. Andrew persisted as he knelt behind him, and soon Charles began giggling, especially when Andrew began teasing his skin with an ice cube in his mouth.
“Hey, quit it, will you? That tickles!” Charles managed to say as Andrew got near his neck and down towards his collar bone.
Andrew ate the ice cube before answering. “I thought you said you wanted ice.”
“I didn't want it like that, you idiot,” Charles said. He yelped as Andrew licked a stripe up his neck, reeling at his cold tongue.
“Hey, it stopped you moping. I was getting bored being your manservant,” Andrew replied.
“Oh, come on, it’s too hot to do anything other than lie around. Gimme a break,” Charles said.
Andrew got to his feet. “What do you think I was just doing? But if you’re not going to appreciate my generosity, I’ll go elsewhere.”
Andrew decided against waiting around for a reply and dashed outside. Either Charles would decline to enter the heat, or he would come and get soaked. Andrew was hoping for the latter as he ran to the hose and waited out of sight. Something needed to happen to break the monotony of lying around whining about the heat.
Charles indeed came outside, curious as to why Andrew ran away, and looked around for him. Andrew was pleased he wasn’t easily found, and watched Charles as he searched aimlessly, calling to him. Andrew thought he sounded like he needed a good soaking. Andrew waited until he was on the verge of the lawn before turning on the tap and directing the water right at him. Charles squealed and turned to face him, both pleased and irritated. If anyone was going to start a water fight, it should be Charles. Andrew dodged out of the way and tried to keep the water between them.
“Oi, stop it, Andrew, I mean it-”
“Stop fighting it, Charles, I'm doing you a favour,” Andrew said, spraying him from head to toe.
“How is this doing me a favour?” he said, trying to protect himself from the water.
“I'm trying to make you not dehydrate. Isn't that what you wanted? Be thankful I decided against throwing a bucket of water over you while you were lying on the couch,” Andrew said, and gave him a pleasant grin.
“I think,” Charles lunged and tried to get at him as Andrew kept just out of reach, “that if we're going to have a water fight,” Charles lunged at him again and he almost succeeded in grasping the hose, “that that means you have to get wet too.” Charles grasped for the hose again and made it, attempting to wrestle the hose free, or if worst came to worst, get Andrew just as wet as he was.
Andrew had sort of hoped he might try and fight back. It was hardly fun when it was so one sided, especially when he was beginning to feel the heat, even though they were still in the shade. That didn’t mean Andrew was just going to let him take the hose from him. If Charles wanted the hose, he'd have to fight him for it, and there wasn't anything really terrible about being wet and almost naked and that close to Charles, was there? Perhaps it might finally tempt Charles into having a little fun with him.
In the end, after they and most of the garden had been thoroughly soaked, they sat underneath the tree, covered in dirt, grass and water. The hose lay forgotten on the lawn. Andrew decided his idea had been a very good one indeed as Charles lay there exhausted but not quite as grumpy as he had been before.
Charles had an arm around him, and Andrew kissed his cheek gently. Charles smiled a little to himself before turning to kiss him properly. The maid’s outfit was soaking wet and covered in dirt, but it didn’t seem to matter. Charles rested a hand on his hip. The more they kissed, the more Charles realised he wished Andrew was not wearing anything at all. He leaned in to whisper in his ear. Andrew giggled and murmured a reply before Charles got to his feet and carried Andrew back inside.