I heard we were posting drafts. This is the first scene of part three for Shame and little bird, in such a draft state it still has [filler notes]. The second half not yet finished is Auzel following through on their deal 😈
There's also a part four in the works where they do a job together and maybe, just maybe, Shame finally convinces Auzel that he is liked. You can follow me elsewhere on the internet (link to carrd) to catch the completed part 3 and the conclusion in part 4 when they're done.
Shame’s blackout security blinds were programmed to open gradually with the sunrise. Auzel, exhausted and [feeling new, refreshed] in all kinds of ways including a shower before sleeping in fresh bedsheets, grumbled at the light. Shame, who had been very careful to fall asleep without crushing Auzel but now found they’d flung a meaty arm across him, chuckled in a way that shook the bed.
“Fuck off, I want to sleep in,” Auzel whined, pulling the pillow out from under his head to cover his face from the light.
Turning over to also face the ceiling, sans a face pillow, Shame started stretching. “But it’s your turn to turn me into putty.”
Pillow launched to some corner of the room he hadn’t taken a good look at at all, Auzel sat up with a grin.
“After breakfast.”
“Aw, c’mon.”
“I’m feeding you and pumping you full of electrolytes for my own benefit, little bird.” Shame rolls out of bed while Auzel cracks his spine and concedes through grumbles about sleeping in until breakfast is done. “You’re on bacon duty.”
It’s a relatively small apartment because Shame is an objectively large person, but it’s nice and Auzel hasn’t casually been in an apartment this nice since his work started its current, much-too-long downtrend. The kitchen table wasn’t even a part of the wall that folded down, or a door on broken chairs.
Despite Shame having clothes closer to his size to lend him, Auzel insists on wearing one of Shame’s shirts five sizes too large. Shame tells him that being cute won’t get him out of bacon duty.
Breakfast would give yesterday’s diner a run for their money. Grilltop eggs and bacon, and a tower of pancakes Shame is steadily [levelling, demolishing, to the ground, ground level demolition]. There’s an entire rainbow of jams to choose from and Auzel is finding more and more things endearing about Shame.
Some several storeys into the pancake tower himself, Auzel asks, “You do this with all your bounties?
Spreading yet another jam on yet another pancake, Shame simply replies, “It’s a very short list.”
Auzel knows Shame’s captured bounty list is not very short. He fails to catch himself before the blood drains from his face, fails to do anything but turn over in his head that Shame had played him. That the low of his two year downtrend had been taken advantage of, knocking him further pegs down.
If Auzel is anything though, he’s cynical. “Is this when you tell me you have a job for me?” He shoves maple syrup soaked pancake in his mouth before he can cut off his own [spite comment, with a tirade of more].
Having just disappeared an entire rolled pancake with jam, Shame takes a moment to really look Auzel in the eyes before taking a swig of orange juice. They set it down and set their eyes on the sneer between hiked shoulders, set themself into earnest plying. “Would I like to work with you? Yeah, sounds awesome. Did I think of you getting out yesterday when a job came out earlier this week? Absolutely.”
Auzel’s stomach drops and the sweetness in his mouth becomes nauseating. He puts down his fork and doesn’t look up, glaring at a very generous breakfast turned [sour].
“Did I think of you every time a job suited to your skills came out? Actually yeah.”
Reaching for water to wash down the nauseating sweet, Auzel [sneers], “You must have thought of me a lot.”
Shame’s hand lands on Auzel’s wrist, Auzel’s hand short of water becomes a fist. “Actually yeah, dude.” They turn Auzel’s wrist over and run their thumb over his bulge of thumb muscle, ply loose his grip with caresses. When they so carefully and cautiously pull the hand across the table, they catch Auzel’s wide eyes for a fraction of a second before Auzel’s eyes avert. They kiss his palm, breathe against his wrist. “I thought of you a lot.”
The blood rushes back to Auzel’s face and doesn’t stop rushing. He keeps his eyes to the side, lets slack his fist enough that Shame can and does nuzzle it open. “Damn,” Auzel doesn’t know what to do with such blunt earnest affection, he jokes in a scathing tone, “you’ve got it bad.”
Into Auzel’s palm, Shame’s hearty chest rumbling chuckle vibrates. “Yeah, dude.”
Reluctantly, Auzel looks to what is making him feel like his face is on fire—to Shame looking up at him with the biggest most sincere eyes.
“You’re kind of really cool, dude,” Shame says into Auzel’s palm.
Auzel can’t help the flinch in his fingers. [Overwhelmed]. “So where’s this harness?”
With a hearty chest rumbling shout [of a laugh], Shame returns his hand and sits back. “Finish breakfast first, little bird.”