Title: To Be With a Rock Star (negotiable if you can think of something better)
Rating: T for mild slash. Really mild.
Disclaimer: I don't own Lost or any of that such business. Just like playing around. Oh and I do not advocate necrophilia. Just this couple. So much so, in fact, that I joined pretty much because of this story. More to come. I hope you like. :)
Desmond knew it was wrong. Very, very wrong indeed. Some might call it a crime against nature. At the very least it was a crime against his presumably loyal Penny.
"Do ya think that should about do it?" Charlie gasped over his shoulder as he straightened up from his previous bent over position that Desmond had been admiring for a good five minutes. The two men had been attempting to correct Claire's tent, which had been falling into disrepair in recent days, and Charlie had taken the job of re-digging a hole for one of the posts.
"Aye brotha, that should do it." Desmond managed a nervous smile as he stood up, brushing the sand from his suddenly tight pants. He sauntered over as best he could to the tent, and tested the post, wiggling it a little from side to side.
"We make a good team," Charlie grinned. "Yet another reason to keep me alive."
"I don't need a reason, Chahlie." Desmond responded a little too quickly and strongly, but seeing that the other man was joking tried to shrug off the sudden gravity.
"Claire'll be so thrilled." Charlie announced as they backed up to view their handy work, which had progressed nicely during the past few days. Days which Desmond had extremely enjoyed, and was sad to see go. No, why would he be sad to see temptation go? There's no use pining away from some man who's already nearly betrothed to some other lass, Des scolded himself. Especially when they both live down the beach from you.
"As she should be. You've done rather well." Desmond agreed, wondering if there was any way he could detain the rock star for a little longer. He paused at that thought. He had never been much into music, moreso football. But to be with a rock star was not a shabby thought. No, there will be no being with he corrected himself.
"Well of course it was the both of us. Couldn't have done it without ya mate."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah!" Charlie clapped a hand on Des's shoulder. It was quite amusing to see the shorter man stretch like that. I bet he's capable of more stretching than that the evil part of Desmond's mind sniggered.
"Do you want to accompany me to share the good news?" Charlie offered. Desmond mentally chastised himself again for allowing the conversation to lapse se so one sidedly. Not that he especially wanted to visit the girl whose boy he had been ogling while supposedly doing a favor. But Charlie prodded again. "C'mmon mate. It's only a little ways."
However his feelings, he had been deftly presented with a fine opportunity to prolong the company of his affection and, not wanting to test the fates, decided to take him up on his offer. "Fine, but only for a short while brotha."
"Alright then, brotha." Not being one to allow an eccentric habit slip away without harassment Charlie nudged Des in the side, chucked and proceeded ahead.