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[October 21st] [Original] What he doesn’t know….
Title: What he doesn’t know…
Day/Theme: October 21: Son vent
Series: Original (Diana and Belle #21)
Character/Pairing: Jonathan/Evan
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: In an overly nice suburban home
Evan loved to listen to the father-son vent Jonathan and his father had every other month. It was a marvelous way to let off steam and deal with frustrations without hurt feelings. From his vantage point sprawled at the top of the stairs, he could hear everything important without being seen. He greatly enjoyed the current argument:
“What do you mean ‘When am I going to get married?’ When are you going to get married? Don’t I need a motherly figure in my life?”
“You’re the one who needs to get yourself established in life. I was married, now it’s your turn.”
“If you really insist on me getting hitched, my honey and could take a nice trip to Hawaii or Massachusetts or San Francisco, I guess. But I don’t think he’ll want to wear the dress…”
Evan giggled. He thought he’d look better in the dress than Jonathan would, but that was a different argument all together, really. He mused on that thought long enough that he missed that transition to the next phase of discussion:
“…And when are you going to get a steady job?…”
That one was a fun one. Evan liked to think of all the “steady” things that Jonathan could be doing that would not warrant parental approval: Prostitution, exotic dancing, drug dealing, car jacking… Evan imagined Jonathan in a bright pink corset and feather boa breaking into a car and almost fell down the stairs in silent laughter.
Once he recovered, his shoulder blades itched, but he stretched instead of scratching. He didn’t want to damage the fragile skin around his new tattoo. Jonathan said it was amazing, that the black devil wing and white angel wing bracketing a drop of blood suited him perfectly. Evan giggled, yet another thing not to mention to dear old Dad.
Wouldn’t do for him to think his son was sleeping with a complete rebel.
“…And what are you doing in your spare time away? You have enough time a real job, or even 2 jobs, but instead you hang around with those no good lay-abouts…”
Evan smiled. There was a lot of lying about, that was for sure. But really, as long as Jonathan didn’t tell his Dad about the incident with the credit card and the adults-only catalog, everything would be fine. Or the witchcraft. Definitely shouldn’t mention the witchcraft either…. Or last week’s houseguest… or the caramel…or…
With those happy illicit thoughts flowing into the soothing sound of fighting below, Evan lulled himself to sleep.
Day/Theme: October 21: Son vent
Series: Original (Diana and Belle #21)
Character/Pairing: Jonathan/Evan
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: In an overly nice suburban home
Evan loved to listen to the father-son vent Jonathan and his father had every other month. It was a marvelous way to let off steam and deal with frustrations without hurt feelings. From his vantage point sprawled at the top of the stairs, he could hear everything important without being seen. He greatly enjoyed the current argument:
“What do you mean ‘When am I going to get married?’ When are you going to get married? Don’t I need a motherly figure in my life?”
“You’re the one who needs to get yourself established in life. I was married, now it’s your turn.”
“If you really insist on me getting hitched, my honey and could take a nice trip to Hawaii or Massachusetts or San Francisco, I guess. But I don’t think he’ll want to wear the dress…”
Evan giggled. He thought he’d look better in the dress than Jonathan would, but that was a different argument all together, really. He mused on that thought long enough that he missed that transition to the next phase of discussion:
“…And when are you going to get a steady job?…”
That one was a fun one. Evan liked to think of all the “steady” things that Jonathan could be doing that would not warrant parental approval: Prostitution, exotic dancing, drug dealing, car jacking… Evan imagined Jonathan in a bright pink corset and feather boa breaking into a car and almost fell down the stairs in silent laughter.
Once he recovered, his shoulder blades itched, but he stretched instead of scratching. He didn’t want to damage the fragile skin around his new tattoo. Jonathan said it was amazing, that the black devil wing and white angel wing bracketing a drop of blood suited him perfectly. Evan giggled, yet another thing not to mention to dear old Dad.
Wouldn’t do for him to think his son was sleeping with a complete rebel.
“…And what are you doing in your spare time away? You have enough time a real job, or even 2 jobs, but instead you hang around with those no good lay-abouts…”
Evan smiled. There was a lot of lying about, that was for sure. But really, as long as Jonathan didn’t tell his Dad about the incident with the credit card and the adults-only catalog, everything would be fine. Or the witchcraft. Definitely shouldn’t mention the witchcraft either…. Or last week’s houseguest… or the caramel…or…
With those happy illicit thoughts flowing into the soothing sound of fighting below, Evan lulled himself to sleep.