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10th-Jan-2010 10:38 pm
KKBB: Perry and Harry are in love
Oh my God, I wrote something. It's been so long. I don't care that it's probably OOC and ridiculous. I wrote something.

Prompt: Car
Pairing: Perry/Harry
Fandom: Kiss Kiss Bang Bang
Rating: Mature for language and such
Word Count: 854

“If you don’t stop fidgeting, I’m actually going to lock you in the trunk,” announces Perry, sharp, shattering the tense quiet.

Harry actually jerks at the sound, caught off guard, and then favours him with a baleful look, sighing heavily into the recycled air. But he slumps back into the passenger seat, tangles fingers in the too-long sleeves of his hoodie. “I thought shit was supposed to happen during stake-outs.”

“In movies, yes. In real life, not so much.”

“I don’t see why I had to come, then.”

“You begged me to let you come.”

Harry grins, eyes sparkling, crinkling at the corners. “Yeah, but I’m not talking about-“

“One joke about your dick and you’ll lose it,” Perry cautions, and Harry subsides. ‘You whined and pleaded and moped until I agreed to let you tag along tonight. Now would you suck it up and try, just try, to act like an adult?”

Harry opens his mouth as if to speak, but seems to think better of it, and abandons the no doubt tasteless joke for another time. “It’s just really, really, dull-as-all-fucking-dishwater boring. I mean, Christ, I had more fun with my damn math homework in high school. Algebra sounds incredibly fascinating at this point in time. It wouldn’t be so bad if you’d just let me-“

“No sex in my car,” Perry reminds tonelessly, eyes still firmly focussed on the ramshackle house. The very thought conjures up concerns about cleaning bills and inquisitive arched brows, and he’d really prefer to avoid the entire situation. He has a perfectly good bed. Failing that, a perfectly good couch, house, backyard, and he’s not at all adverse to slightly less private locations either. Just, never in the car. “You know the rules.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know the rules. Listen. Hey, listen.” Harry leans right in and invades his space, eyes wide and pleading. “Let’s get out of the car.”

“Let’s not.”

“No, really, let’s just- let’s get out of the car, and we’ll pretend we’re having a really awesome real stake out. Like, rolling around in the bushes. Literally rolling around in the bushes. It’s not in the car. You have no rules about nature sex. And nature sex, to me, seems like the more dangerous sort, because you’ve got bugs and wild rodents and, I don’t know, poison oak, but I am willing to put my ass on the line here. Really.”

Perry blinks: he thinks he’s developing a twitch. He shakes his head jerkily. “No.”

“If it’s the whole dirt thing, we’ll put down the towels in the trunk.”


“Or you can stand, and I’ll just, you know-“

“Put your mouth to good use for once?”

“Yeah, that, why not,” Harry says, brightening. “Whatever, insult me, ignore me, just please, God, let’s do something.”

Perry turns to meet his happy, puppyish gaze, and watches the other man’s face droop slightly at his own solemn expression. “Harry. This is not a movie. This is real life. This is my job. And I do not get paid for fucking my boyfriend while I should be keeping a sharp eye on a potential murderer. Can you understand that? Try. Really, try.”

Harry slumps, exhaling loudly. “Some work ethic.”

“That’s right.”

“Well, can’t blame me for trying, right? I know you’re as fucking bored as I am, man. And you’re so tense. Think what an orgasm would do for you.” Harry starts at the narrow-eyed-glare he’s suddenly on the receiving end of, and hastens to carry on. “I’m just saying. I mean, the woman in that house has to be asleep. The lights are out. It’s been still for four hours.”

“Harry? Shut up.”


“Get some sleep. Give your mouth a rest. You can use it later.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” Harry mumbles, folding his legs up beneath him and settling down against the soft leather. Dark eyes flicker shut and soft breathing evens out, and quiet takes over the car once again. Perry glances at the house – still nothing – and back to the other man, traces the faint stubble lines on his face with his eyes. He knows Harry won’t sleep yet, not truly, but he’ll doze eventually, and then wake up groggy for the drive home. Perry likes groggy Harry a lot; he’s quiet and clingy and pliable, and doesn’t make a fuss if Perry forgets himself and does something stupid. Like stroking his hair or murmuring foolish words.

He turns back to the house, takes a breath and soaks up the calm silence. Short lived, of course, because there’s a soft squeak of skin against leather, and Harry’s quietly amused voice: “Boyfriend?”

Perry sighs. “You’re really angling to end up in the trunk tonight, aren’t you?”

“Only if you get in with me, honey.”

“Shut up. Go to sleep. Don’t make me kill you.”

Harry rolls his eyes and mutters and fidgets himself back into a comfortable, reclining position. But he’s struggling to hide a goofy smile, and in the end it escapes, practically blinding. “Night, Per.”

Perry’s head makes a satisfying thunk as it knocks against the window. “Uh huh.”
10th-Jan-2010 07:50 pm (UTC)
OOC? I didn't notice ha ha ha.

OK, maybe a little, but really it's not that far of a stretch. Harry's a trussed up sex kitten in the movie too lol... just, possibly not QUITE as gay (openly), but hey, what happens in LA stays in LA right?

P.S. Congroingulations on your first fic in AAAAAGES XD.
10th-Jan-2010 10:32 pm (UTC)
Tee hee, thankee :D

What I looooove about the movie is that it didn't really end on a 'so Harry and Harmony hooked up' note, it was more 'Hey, Harry lives/works with Perry now, and they're still all touchy-feely and adorable, so there'. EEEEEEEEEEE. So pfft Harry was plenty openly gay XD
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