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Custom
by
Bluespirit
Fandom: crossover - CSI:
Miami/The Triangle
Pairing: Mike Sheridan (played by Joe Flanigan)/Gus Gruber (played by
David Hewlett)
Rating: G
Summary: Mike & Gus celebrate.
Genre: Crossover, vignettes, Fates universe
Spoilers: none
Word count: ~ 380
Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. I make no claims
to the characters. This fic is meant solely for entertainment purposes
and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes:
1. Another little snippet with Mike & Gus. Sorry, this won't
make much sense if you haven't read the first
story in the 'Fates
universe'.
2. Thanks again to my fabulous beta Lantean_drift!
3. hewligan_100
challenge: prompt 094 ~ July 4th
"It's weird," Gus
mumbled as he lay slumped in the lawn chair, head tilting to look up at
the darkening sky. A few stars were just glimmering into view and a soft
twilight breeze was sweeping in, sweet and heavy with the scent of the
ocean and nearby junipers.
"What is?" Mike asked, sprawled bonelessly in the chair next
to him and looking way too sexy for a man who had just eaten three
double-decker 'burgers, complete with sides.
"No parades, no picnics," Gus took a breath and sighed
heavily, "no baseball… s'just another day."
"Yeah," Mike nodded. "I suppose Bermuda's not real big on
the Fourth of July - what with them being kinda British. Still, we've
had beer and barbeque... including 'Sheridan's Super Sizzling Deluxe
Steak Burgers' - with extra-special hot sauce!" He cocked his head
to one side, warming Gus with a wide, lazy grin.
"I know." Gus gave a satisfied groan, stretching at the now
tight waistband of his cargo shorts. "And I still can't believe you
named it!" he laughed, and then held up his hands at the
ridiculously cute pout plumping Mike's already edible lips. "I
know, I know - 'it's not just a hamburger… it's a work of art, a
culinary giant'," he parroted, a stray giggle totally killing his
attempt at a serious expression.
Mike tipped his beer bottle in salute and nodded happily. "Damn
straight, buddy!"
"But still," Gus said. "No fireworks. It's not
July Fourth without fireworks."
Mike twisted around - long, tanned legs stretching seductively from
ubiquitous faded denim cut-offs - and ran a bare foot slowly along Gus's
calf. "How 'bout we make some fireworks of our own then,
babe?" he asked, voice low and rough.
Gus couldn't help his splutter of laughter, he'd never known that eyebrows
could actually leer like that. "Does that cheesy line really
work?"
Mike grinned, eyes bright with humour, but there was heat there too.
"Dunno." He winked slyly and moved his foot higher, toes
teasing under the edges of Gus's pant leg before slipping back down.
"Does it?"
Gus pushed himself from his chair and straddled Mike's lap, wrapping his
arms around strong shoulders. "Every time," he laughed,
lowering his mouth to where Mike's was turning upward in welcome.
"Every single time…."
The End
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