Another Captain Charming Friday fic. There's not much to say. David and Killian get wet. Enjoy (I certainly did).
It was overcast when David and Killian began chasing the latest annoyance in Storybrooke, but that quickly gave way to a torrential downpour. With visibility ruined due to the heavy rain, they had to give up the pursuit, and made their way to Granny's as originally planned.
Emma and Snow were beginning to worry when they finally heard the tinkle of the bell over the door, and watched their boys come in drenched to the bone, layers of clothes clinging to their skin and hair plastered against their foreheads.
Killian just shook his head and pushed his wet locks out of his face; he'd certainly been more water-logged in his many years.
David followed suit, but only got a reproachful look from Granny and a comment on not getting her floor wet.
Emma stood to meet them, and helped Killian peel off his wet jacket. They began discussing the latest turn of events as David too sloughed off his coat.
The girls exchanged a mischievous glance as the boys continued their story, and slightly nodded at each other before interrupting. "Killian, let's get that vest off; it's so wet." "Come here David, that flannel is soaked."
Killian quirked an eyebrow, but obliged in letting Emma unbutton his waistcoat and slide it off his shoulders. David kept talking as Snow rolled his shirt off over his arms, oblivious to the hungry look in his wife's eyes.
There was a lull in the conversation as the girls took in the sight before them: Killian's navy button-down clung to his shoulders and skin, doing little to hide his toned core, and his black pants were almost a second skin; David's white henley was almost see-through as it lay plastered across his strong chest, calling all attention away from the jeans plastered to his legs.
A wolf whistle broke Emma and Snow from their reverie; it was Ruby at the bar, next to a grinning Granny. The girls immediately blushed, caught in the act.
"Oh really, Swan? Like what you see?" Killian smirked and locked eyes with Emma in a smoldering stare. David just laughed and cupped Snow's face in his hands, leaning in for a kiss.
Curiosity got the better of him, so Killian turned to take stock of David, who eventually reciprocated the action. After brief once-overs, they met each other's gaze and nodded.
"What was that, some kind of bro-code?" Emma asked jokingly.
"Something like that," David replied as Killian scratched behind his ear.
(Neither of them would ever admit it, but...they were impressed.)