|King of the World
Author: Carmilla PM
QaF:UK. AU - Vince is Nathan's age, and meets an older Stuart.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Words: 1,135 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 2 - Published: 06-01-05 - id: 2416446
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TITLE: King of the World
SUMMARY: For Nytelover, who requested: AU - Vince is Nathan's age, and the two are thick-as-thieves. They decide to head down to Canal street one night, and Vince meets the infamous SAJ. Stuart takes him home, and then to the hospital.
DISCLAIMER: They belong to Russell T. Davies, and I love him for it. No money is being made herefrom.
That was only to be expected; it was Nathan's idea, after all, to come out here. Nathan was the one with the confidence. Nathan was the one with the sparkling eyes and the shining gold hair, the tight T shirt hiding the perfect body. Not that Vince fancied Nathan. They'd snogged a couple of times, just for the sensation, just to know what it was like, but it hadn't felt right. They'd known each other too long; they were too intimate, the wrong kind of intimate. It's hard to really get into snogging a guy when you know his mother by her first name, know what he jerks off to, know exactly how he makes his tuna mayonnaise sandwiches.
So they'd come here, where they were anybody and nobody, and now Nathan had his tongue down the throat of a man whose name he didn't know, and Vince was sitting at the bar, toying with a cranberry juice, and not sure if he was jealous or impressed or hurt or what.
"What're you drinking?" The stranger laid a casual hand on his arm, and treated him to a smile that could melt butter.
"Umm… cranberry juice." Vince felt his stutter lurking behind his teeth, ready to come out, and bit it back viciously. The stranger smiled.
"No, I – er, no."
"Ah well. You want another one?" Seeing Vince's hesitation, he added, "Or would you rather just have a dance?"
This guy had to be ten years older than him, even if he was hotter than hell. Vince looked over to where Nate was taking down his guy's number on the back of his hand.
"Yeah, alright," he said.
"So," Stuart said at length when the kiss had ended, begun again, and ended once more, "are you coming back to my place or what?"
Nathan had gone to get the last bus home. If he ran now, he could just about catch up with him. They could swap stories.
"Yeah, OK then."
Vince's story was going to be better.
"What do you like?"
"Umm… I like Doctor Who, and Corrie. And I collect -"
Stuart swatted his arse, playfully. "In bed, geek boy."
Vince would have liked to pretend he was a man of the world, but his powers of bluff deserted him. "I'm… not really sure."
Stuart grinned, wolfishly. "Then I'll teach you."
Vince was re-buttoning his shirt in the living room when Stuart emerged, also clothed.
"Do I have to go?" he asked, somewhat disconsolately.
"I have to go. To the hospital. My son's just been born." Stuart cast a measuring eye over Vince. "How old are you, by the way?"
"Sixteen." Vince wasn't tall for his age, like Nathan was; he doubted he could get away with any more. Stuart nodded, not looking at all perturbed.
"You can come with me if you like. But if Lisa asks, you're eighteen."
Vince was flying.