Shuffle Game: AssCreed

by nowherenew

The shuffle game, for all who don't know, is when you shuffle your iPod and, for the duration of each song, write a small piece of fiction that the song inspired you to write. AssCreed, many pairings. Spoilers lurk at every corner; beware!

10. Tiny Cities Made of Ashes

Tiny Cities Made of Ashes by Modest Mouse

Desmond didn't know Shaun had musical talent. Shaun didn't know Desmond had a talent besides complaining. Desmond had been writing out a bass line for a song between breaks. Shaun, fascinated by the idea that his drop-dead-gorgeous fellow barista was actually literate, looked over his shoulder. His eyes widened significantly and his mouth dropped open. "You play?"

After a glance at the English man, the taller coffee-server shrugged. "Yeah. Ten years, something like that. Dunno."

Determined to always retort rather than simply reply, Shaun snapped, "So, from infancy, then?"

Desmond chuckled, unfazed by the insult. "Nah," he responded boredly. He turned around, leaning against the counter, and met Shaun's eyes. "Why?"

"I play drums," was the casual utterance from Shaun.

It was the beginning of a completely beautiful plethora of hours in Shaun's garage, fooling around with a bass guitar and a drum kit.

That was the beginning of many hours on Shaun's couch, fooling around without any music besides the singing of their bodies.