Fic! Spooks
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hestia8Series 9 character spoilers. Golf fic (aaaaargh).
Title: Do what you want to
Summary: golf holiday
Notes: Tariq/Dimitri. Obviously. jfc, this is never going to end. Also, references Kickabout (http://hestia8.livejournal.com/470742.html#cutid1). Title from Holiday by Dizzee Rascal (’We can go to a club or hide away/We can do what you want to, baby’)
Thanks to <lj user='delgaserasca'> for the beta. Which she did back in February.
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Dimitri’s going on a golf holiday next week. Tariq’s happy for him, really, but he just will not stop talking about it. Where he’s going, who with, the course, the four rounds of golf they’re going to play in three days. Tariq stopped listening a while ago; it sounds like a colossal waste of time.
Dimitri doesn’t notice. He just keeps talking.
They’re back at Tariq’s one evening, wrapped up in each other on the sofa, watching TV (Tariq’s been steadily channel hopping in the vain hope of finding something worth watching, but it’s not going well), when Dimitri says he has an 8 o’clock tee on the first day, and Tariq just nods as usual, but then something sounds a bit off.
“Eight? In the morning?”
“Only on the first day.” Dimitri explains. “I think it’s ten or eleven the day after. We’re not stupid. Serious golf and serious drinking, that’s the point of this.”
“Sounds great.”
“It is,” Dimitri says cheerfully, ignoring the sarcasm. “And over dinner I get to make them uncomfortable by talking about my gorgeous boyfriend. It’s hilarious.”
Tariq sighs. “You have a weird definition of hilarious.”
Dimitri grins and leans forward, kisses him briefly. “Oh, come on, it’s my Dad’s golf mates. I’ll be the youngest person there by at least two decades. And you know what my Dad’s like, he thinks it’s pretty funny too. Let us have our fun.”
“Why is it just your Dad and his friends?” Tariq asks. “You must know someone who likes golf, surely?”
Dimitri shook his head. “Nope. Maybe if I had a club… I suppose there’s Ruth, but I don’t think this weekend is her kind of thing. All my friends would rather play football.”
“Sounds like my cousins,” Tariq said, leaning back against the sofa. “Seeing as I don’t have an excuse this weekend, I’ve been told I have to show my face over there. Ashok’s been on at me for weeks.”
“Oh, the mysterious Ashok again. Am I ever going to get to meet him?”
Tariq frowned. “Ah. It’s complicated.”
“Ex-boyfriend?”
“No, no. Nothing like that. Just…how we met was a bit unorthodox. Not exactly by the book.”
Dimitri raised an eyebrow. “Are you telling me that you did something against the rules?”
“It was for a good reason.”
“Oh, I don’t doubt that. What did you do?”
Tariq shook his head. “I can’t tell you. I don’t want to get you into trouble.”
Dimitri raised an eyebrow. “I think I can handle myself, thanks.”
“There was an operation. And there were a number of procedures and rules afterwards that I…temporarily forgot about. That’s it.”
“That seriously isn’t it.” Dimitri said. “Come on, I’m not going to say anything to anyone.”
“He was involved in an operation. I approached him afterwards. I shouldn’t have done it, and no-one else knows. And that’s all I’m telling you.”
“And now he’s mates with your cousins?” Dimitri asked, completely confused.
“Yeah.”
“Right. Well, that’s cleared that up for me, thanks.”
Tariq sighed. “Just trust me on this one. You don’t need any more information. Just…tell me about the golf course again or something.”
Dimitri took the remote from Tariq and switched the TV off, then pulled him closer.
“Alright, fine. Hint taken. I’ll drop it for now. But you don’t really want to hear about the golf course, do you? I’ve got a better idea for how to spend our time.”
Title: Do what you want to
Summary: golf holiday
Notes: Tariq/Dimitri. Obviously. jfc, this is never going to end. Also, references Kickabout (http://hestia8.livejournal.com/470742.html#cutid1). Title from Holiday by Dizzee Rascal (’We can go to a club or hide away/We can do what you want to, baby’)
Thanks to <lj user='delgaserasca'> for the beta. Which she did back in February.
--
Dimitri’s going on a golf holiday next week. Tariq’s happy for him, really, but he just will not stop talking about it. Where he’s going, who with, the course, the four rounds of golf they’re going to play in three days. Tariq stopped listening a while ago; it sounds like a colossal waste of time.
Dimitri doesn’t notice. He just keeps talking.
They’re back at Tariq’s one evening, wrapped up in each other on the sofa, watching TV (Tariq’s been steadily channel hopping in the vain hope of finding something worth watching, but it’s not going well), when Dimitri says he has an 8 o’clock tee on the first day, and Tariq just nods as usual, but then something sounds a bit off.
“Eight? In the morning?”
“Only on the first day.” Dimitri explains. “I think it’s ten or eleven the day after. We’re not stupid. Serious golf and serious drinking, that’s the point of this.”
“Sounds great.”
“It is,” Dimitri says cheerfully, ignoring the sarcasm. “And over dinner I get to make them uncomfortable by talking about my gorgeous boyfriend. It’s hilarious.”
Tariq sighs. “You have a weird definition of hilarious.”
Dimitri grins and leans forward, kisses him briefly. “Oh, come on, it’s my Dad’s golf mates. I’ll be the youngest person there by at least two decades. And you know what my Dad’s like, he thinks it’s pretty funny too. Let us have our fun.”
“Why is it just your Dad and his friends?” Tariq asks. “You must know someone who likes golf, surely?”
Dimitri shook his head. “Nope. Maybe if I had a club… I suppose there’s Ruth, but I don’t think this weekend is her kind of thing. All my friends would rather play football.”
“Sounds like my cousins,” Tariq said, leaning back against the sofa. “Seeing as I don’t have an excuse this weekend, I’ve been told I have to show my face over there. Ashok’s been on at me for weeks.”
“Oh, the mysterious Ashok again. Am I ever going to get to meet him?”
Tariq frowned. “Ah. It’s complicated.”
“Ex-boyfriend?”
“No, no. Nothing like that. Just…how we met was a bit unorthodox. Not exactly by the book.”
Dimitri raised an eyebrow. “Are you telling me that you did something against the rules?”
“It was for a good reason.”
“Oh, I don’t doubt that. What did you do?”
Tariq shook his head. “I can’t tell you. I don’t want to get you into trouble.”
Dimitri raised an eyebrow. “I think I can handle myself, thanks.”
“There was an operation. And there were a number of procedures and rules afterwards that I…temporarily forgot about. That’s it.”
“That seriously isn’t it.” Dimitri said. “Come on, I’m not going to say anything to anyone.”
“He was involved in an operation. I approached him afterwards. I shouldn’t have done it, and no-one else knows. And that’s all I’m telling you.”
“And now he’s mates with your cousins?” Dimitri asked, completely confused.
“Yeah.”
“Right. Well, that’s cleared that up for me, thanks.”
Tariq sighed. “Just trust me on this one. You don’t need any more information. Just…tell me about the golf course again or something.”
Dimitri took the remote from Tariq and switched the TV off, then pulled him closer.
“Alright, fine. Hint taken. I’ll drop it for now. But you don’t really want to hear about the golf course, do you? I’ve got a better idea for how to spend our time.”
