Written for comment_fic on livejournal. Prompt was Joe/Methos, you look like an immortal in that trenchcoat

"Hey Adam, with that trenchcoat on you look like an immortal," Joe observed from the bar as Methos walked in.

"Gee thanks, Joe. And you look like a serial killer in that leather jacket."

"Geez, it was a compliment, Adam."

"That I look like one of them? Yeah, all I need is a scowl to reflect hundreds of years of bitterness."

"Oh, come off it, Adam, you know as well as I do that they're not all bad," Joe said as he handed Adam a beer.

"I know they're not ALL bad ALL of the time. It's an important disctinction."

"You know, Adam, sometimes I wonder if you mean what you say or if you're just testing me."

"We both know you love it when I test you, Joe," Methos flirted before taking a long swig of his beer and sighing with satisfaction.

"Seriously, Adam, do you ever think about what it would be like? To be one of them?"

Adam shrugged and looked nonchalant. "Tedious, I imagine."

"Tedious? Man, you really lack imagination sometimes, Adam," Joe said, and added in response to Adam's raised eyebrow, "Not in bed, but anywhere else. Come on, if you were immortal, what would be the best thing about it?"

Adam thought for awhile and said, "Learning from your mistakes."

Joe rolled his eyes. "Really? That's what you would like best?"

"And the leisure time. You'd never have to stay up all night to finish your book. There would always be more time. Unless you get killed. But if you're dead you probably won't be upset about that unfinished book on your nightstand."

"Seriously, why do I even ask you questions, Adam?"

"Agreed, Joe. We should really have less talk, more action."

"You got a one-track mind, Adam."

"I know," Methos said, leaning over the bar, looking as if he's about to kiss Joe, but instead he gently bit Joe's lower lip, pulled slightly, and then let go and backed away again to his barstool.

Joe let out a shallow breath and said, "Point made. Let's take this to the other room."

"Sure, now that you think I look like an immortal, you're all over me."

"Don't tease me, Adam."

"You'll probably call me Duncan tonight."

"I'll be calling you lots of things tonight if you stop your smartassery and just get a move on."

"Yes, fine, let's go. To the bedroom, where my imagination is finally appreciated."

"Yeah," Joe answered with equal sarcasm, "Because when I scream 'Fuck yes, more' I'm asking you for more imagination."