b o l t e d

Bolted
[by victoria p.]

Rating: G

Summary: Tess changed all the locks.

Notes: For mousapelli, who requested "Rusty/Danny, lockpick"

Date: January 31, 2005

It was almost like when they were boys in Jersey. Danny rang the doorbell and Rusty came out and sat on the steps next to him, an unopened Twinkie in one hand, a six-pack of Heineken in the other.

"I can't believe she threw me out," Danny said for possibly the fifteenth time, or maybe the fiftieth. Rusty had lost track after the second beer.

"You and Tess were never gonna work out," Rusty said, for the thousandth, or possibly the hundred thousandth time since Danny had met her. Again, it was hard to keep track, because it was something Rusty had known deep down in his bones, the way he knew how to spot a mark or sense when a job was going sour.

"She changed all the locks while I was out," Danny whined, and Rusty started laughing.

"She does know you can break into the house at any time, right?"

Danny tipped the bottle against his mouth, but there was nothing left in it but a few drops. Rusty admired the long line of his throat as he swallowed, had to stop himself from leaning over to lick the beer off Danny's lips.

"Yeah, but it's the principle of the thing. She's sending me a message."

Rusty snorted. "You think?" Danny didn't grace that with a response; he just opened another Heineken and took a long sip. "Okay, so the question is, if you can break in at any time, why haven't you?"

He unwrapped the Twinkie and took a bite, grinning at the look of distaste on Danny's face.

"How can you eat that? Those things are nothing but chemicals."

"Mmm," Rusty replied, swallowing. "They'll be around way longer than you and me, my friend. Nothing natural about 'em. It's why they taste so good. " He took another bite, savoring the moist, golden cake and the tacky texture of the overly sweet, utterly artificial cream filling.

"You have a bit of cream--" Danny leaned over and licked at the corner of Rusty's mouth. Rusty turned into the kiss, a soft brush of lips and the warm, familiar touch of tongue to tongue.

Rusty figured he had his answer as he threaded his free hand through Danny's hair and deepened the kiss.

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