Fic: Bucking Bronco (1/1)
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bradygirl_12Title: Bucking Bronco (1/1)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: Jim/Artie
Fandom: The Wild Wild West
Genres: Fluff, Humor, (A Touch of Hurt/Comfort), Slice-Of-Life
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Jim tries out a new invention of Artie’s. It doesn’t go quite as planned.
Date Of Completion: June 20, 2011
Date Of Posting: June 28, 2011
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, CBS does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 560
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author's Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
icarus_chained for my 2011 Summer-By-The-Sea Fic Prompt Request. Pairing: Jim/Artie. Prompt: Flotation Device. :)
“Ready whenever you are.”
Jim’s voice held his smirk, Artie answering with one of his own.
“James, my boy, I am always ready.”
Jim laughed. He held Artie’s latest invention, a flotation device powered by a small motor. The surf of the Pacific washed up on shore, swirling around Jim’s ankles. He was clad in a proper gentleman’s bathing attire: trunks that came down to just below the knees, and a top that was short-sleeved but appropriately modest. The color was dark-green, which really brought out the color of his eyes, Artie thought admiringly.
As Jim set the floater in the water, Artie reflected how ironic that his partner walked around half-naked in front of him on the train all the time, but was practically fully-clothed in his bathing suit.
Artie smiled as he looked down at his own suit. He had deliberately chosen a red-and-white striped suit, knowing that Jim would be amused by it. Artie liked its theatricality, reminding him of his brief stint in the circus years ago.
He looked up and was rewarded with the sight of Jim’s very firm ass as he bent over to adjust the settings on the device.
“So this will take me where I want to go?”
“Of course. It’ll get you there a lot quicker than swimming.”
“Aw, Artie, you always take care of me.”
“You better believe it, my friend.”
Jim smiled and stretched out behind the floater, Artie pointing out that if he just wanted to float, he had to climb on top of it. Jim nodded, remarking that it was a good camouflage device, as he could pretend to be a casual swimmer just floating around. He pressed a button and a small motor propelled him forward as if he had been shot out of a cannon.
“Slow down!” Artie yelled, splashing into the surf.
“I’m trying!”
Jim struggled as he tried to throttle down the speed, the machine beginning to buck like a bronco as Jim wrestled with it. He was far out from shore, Artie yelling as he plunged into the surf, powerful strokes brining him closer to Jim as the floater went around in circles.
Jim was thrown off by the machine as it careened wildly out to sea.
“Jim, you all right?” Artie came p to his partner, who was rubbing his head. “Did you get knocked around?”
“A little.” Sea-green eyes looked at Artie. “What happened?”
Artie looked ruefully at the speeding floater. “Looks like it’s back to the drawing board.”
“Aw.” Jim ruffled Artie’s thick curls. “You’ll figure it out, Professor.”
“I hope so.” Artie examined Jim’s head. “Let’s get you back.”
Artie helped a woozy Jim swim back to shore. As they emerged from the surf, he could not help but admire the way the bathing suit clung to Jim’s body. He helped Jim sit on the beach towel they had brought with them.
“Well, we shouldn’t let a day at the beach go to waste,” Jim said.
“Oh?”
“That’s right.” Jim stretched out on the towel and pulled Artie to lie on top of him. “I need some tender loving care, Doctor.” It was a small stretch of beach sheltered by rocks, and no one was around.
Artie smirked. Jim’s skin sparkled from the sea, a veritable Poseidon. Artie leaned down and kissed him.
The drawing board could wait.
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: Jim/Artie
Fandom: The Wild Wild West
Genres: Fluff, Humor, (A Touch of Hurt/Comfort), Slice-Of-Life
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Jim tries out a new invention of Artie’s. It doesn’t go quite as planned.
Date Of Completion: June 20, 2011
Date Of Posting: June 28, 2011
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, CBS does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 560
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author's Notes: Written for
icarus_chained for my 2011 Summer-By-The-Sea Fic Prompt Request. Pairing: Jim/Artie. Prompt: Flotation Device. :)“Ready whenever you are.”
Jim’s voice held his smirk, Artie answering with one of his own.
“James, my boy, I am always ready.”
Jim laughed. He held Artie’s latest invention, a flotation device powered by a small motor. The surf of the Pacific washed up on shore, swirling around Jim’s ankles. He was clad in a proper gentleman’s bathing attire: trunks that came down to just below the knees, and a top that was short-sleeved but appropriately modest. The color was dark-green, which really brought out the color of his eyes, Artie thought admiringly.
As Jim set the floater in the water, Artie reflected how ironic that his partner walked around half-naked in front of him on the train all the time, but was practically fully-clothed in his bathing suit.
Artie smiled as he looked down at his own suit. He had deliberately chosen a red-and-white striped suit, knowing that Jim would be amused by it. Artie liked its theatricality, reminding him of his brief stint in the circus years ago.
He looked up and was rewarded with the sight of Jim’s very firm ass as he bent over to adjust the settings on the device.
“So this will take me where I want to go?”
“Of course. It’ll get you there a lot quicker than swimming.”
“Aw, Artie, you always take care of me.”
“You better believe it, my friend.”
Jim smiled and stretched out behind the floater, Artie pointing out that if he just wanted to float, he had to climb on top of it. Jim nodded, remarking that it was a good camouflage device, as he could pretend to be a casual swimmer just floating around. He pressed a button and a small motor propelled him forward as if he had been shot out of a cannon.
“Slow down!” Artie yelled, splashing into the surf.
“I’m trying!”
Jim struggled as he tried to throttle down the speed, the machine beginning to buck like a bronco as Jim wrestled with it. He was far out from shore, Artie yelling as he plunged into the surf, powerful strokes brining him closer to Jim as the floater went around in circles.
Jim was thrown off by the machine as it careened wildly out to sea.
“Jim, you all right?” Artie came p to his partner, who was rubbing his head. “Did you get knocked around?”
“A little.” Sea-green eyes looked at Artie. “What happened?”
Artie looked ruefully at the speeding floater. “Looks like it’s back to the drawing board.”
“Aw.” Jim ruffled Artie’s thick curls. “You’ll figure it out, Professor.”
“I hope so.” Artie examined Jim’s head. “Let’s get you back.”
Artie helped a woozy Jim swim back to shore. As they emerged from the surf, he could not help but admire the way the bathing suit clung to Jim’s body. He helped Jim sit on the beach towel they had brought with them.
“Well, we shouldn’t let a day at the beach go to waste,” Jim said.
“Oh?”
“That’s right.” Jim stretched out on the towel and pulled Artie to lie on top of him. “I need some tender loving care, Doctor.” It was a small stretch of beach sheltered by rocks, and no one was around.
Artie smirked. Jim’s skin sparkled from the sea, a veritable Poseidon. Artie leaned down and kissed him.
The drawing board could wait.
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Date: 2011-06-28 11:20 pm (UTC)*beams* Thank you for this! They're gorgeous!
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Date: 2011-06-28 11:33 pm (UTC)Always! He's always aware of costuming, so to speak! ;)
And Jim, who really is willing to try just about anything ...
Oh, yes. :)
*beams* Thank you for this! They're gorgeous!
You're very welcome, m'dear! :)