|HAPPY NEW YEAR!
||[Jan. 1st, 2012|12:12 am]
A slash comm for British panel shows
Title: Resolution [5/?]
Pairing: Jimmy Carr/Mark Lamarr
Rating: Is there a rating for drunk old geezers and unrepentant sap? Because that's as bad as it gets.
Disclaimer: Don't own. Never will. Never happened. Never will. *sob*
Summary: They’d been invited together this year, which was probably the only reason Mark had agreed to go.
“I don’t know why I bothered to come here,” the bespectacled man grumped, curling up with his stemware on the most comfortable seat he could find.
Jimmy grinned at Mark, who hunkered down in the worn armchair even further as the masses milled about.
“Not a big holiday person, are you?”
They’d been invited together this year, which was probably the only reason Mark had agreed to go. He wasn’t a partier by nature, and he was even less so since he’d stopped drinking heavily, before they’d even gotten together. Jimmy felt a bit bad - he hadn’t meant to make Mark feel obligated to attend, but it would be their first official outing as a couple, damn it. Turning down the invitation would have looked like they were hiding or something. That was just…no. He would never let anyone think he was ashamed of dating Mark.
“Not a huge fan of drunk of geezers grabbing my arse and telling me they’d known all along how I liked it, no,” his date grumbled, swirling his sparkling cider in its glass absently.
Jimmy scowled. “Sorry, who grabbed your arse?”
Mark flashed him a cheeky grin, looking pleased for the first time all evening. “Jealous?”
“Of course I am. No drunk old geezers ever grab my arse.”
Mark wore a silly grin for the rest of the evening, and Jimmy didn’t complain when, at as the clock struck midnight, Mark pulled Jimmy into his lap and kissed him enthusiastically, both hands firmly grasping his arse.
“There,” Mark purred as friends and colleagues cheered and clapped and wished each other a happy new year, “that’s one old geezer’s grabbed your arse.”
“Just make sure that’s the only old geezer’s grabbed your arse.”
Jimmy snorted. “Of course,” he murmured, leaning in for another kiss that was more like an exchanged smile, “so long as that’s not the only time this old geezer’s grabbed my arse.”