From my WIP, a modern, non magical AU,where Albus and Scorpius live in San Francisco.
Scorpius walked up the steps of Harvey Milk Plaza, having just gotten off the Muni train. As he stepped up to Castro and Market, he couldn't believe his eyes. Castro Street was blocked off from 18th to Market Street and the entire block was packed with people. There was music playing and people dancing in the street. A man on top of his boyfriend's shoulders was holding up a rainbow flag, which was trailing behind him in the wind. The neon lights of the Castro Theater Marquee seemed to be brighter than usual in hot May heat. Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, Scorpius pulled out his phone.
Text from: Scorp <3 This is crazy. Where are you?
Text from: A.S.P. i'm in front of hot cookie with a chocolaty surprise. ;)
Smiling to himself, Scorpius walked across the street to Hot Cookie, a cookie shop made famous for its phallic chocolate cookies. Albus was already in front of the shop, holding out a penis cookie on a stick.
Scorpius shook his head at Albus, who greeted him with a kiss. He tasted the chocolate and coconut on Albus's tongue, as Albus swept it into his mouth. Pulling away, Scorpius looked into his boyfriend's eyes and he saw how Al's pupils were already dilated. He must have started drinking already, as evidenced by the paper bag by Albus's feet.
"Hey baby," Albus breathed as he buried his face into Scorpius's neck.
Scorpius delicately pulled Albus into his arms, ignoring the cacophony around them. "Hey," he said into Albus's brown hair. They stood there, holding each other amidst the crowd, in front of the Twin Peaks bar and Hot Cookie. Scorpius worked long hours as a banker in the Financial District and Albus was just finishing up his bar year, so it was difficult to see each other despite sharing an apartment for the past two years in Noe Valley.
Albus pulled away, offering the cookie to Scorpius. He had already bitten off the tip of the chocolate covered coconut macaroon, but there was still plenty left of the shaft and balls of the enormous penis shaped cookie.
Scorpius took the cookie from Albus and said, "You know only tourists purchase these."
Albus shrugged. "I felt that this was a special occasion, deserving of phallic treats."
"Plus you're drunk," Scorpius said.
Snatching the cookie away from Scorpius, Albus took a defiant bite. Chewing and swallowing quite noisily, he said, "Am not. I just had a shot with the boys at The Bar. Or maybe two." Albus grinned mischievously.
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Date: 2010-08-05 04:11 am (UTC)Scorpius walked up the steps of Harvey Milk Plaza, having just gotten off the Muni train. As he stepped up to Castro and Market, he couldn't believe his eyes. Castro Street was blocked off from 18th to Market Street and the entire block was packed with people. There was music playing and people dancing in the street. A man on top of his boyfriend's shoulders was holding up a rainbow flag, which was trailing behind him in the wind. The neon lights of the Castro Theater Marquee seemed to be brighter than usual in hot May heat. Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, Scorpius pulled out his phone.
Text from: Scorp <3
This is crazy. Where are you?
Text from: A.S.P.
i'm in front of hot cookie with a chocolaty surprise. ;)
Smiling to himself, Scorpius walked across the street to Hot Cookie, a cookie shop made famous for its phallic chocolate cookies. Albus was already in front of the shop, holding out a penis cookie on a stick.
Scorpius shook his head at Albus, who greeted him with a kiss. He tasted the chocolate and coconut on Albus's tongue, as Albus swept it into his mouth. Pulling away, Scorpius looked into his boyfriend's eyes and he saw how Al's pupils were already dilated. He must have started drinking already, as evidenced by the paper bag by Albus's feet.
"Hey baby," Albus breathed as he buried his face into Scorpius's neck.
Scorpius delicately pulled Albus into his arms, ignoring the cacophony around them. "Hey," he said into Albus's brown hair. They stood there, holding each other amidst the crowd, in front of the Twin Peaks bar and Hot Cookie. Scorpius worked long hours as a banker in the Financial District and Albus was just finishing up his bar year, so it was difficult to see each other despite sharing an apartment for the past two years in Noe Valley.
Albus pulled away, offering the cookie to Scorpius. He had already bitten off the tip of the chocolate covered coconut macaroon, but there was still plenty left of the shaft and balls of the enormous penis shaped cookie.
Scorpius took the cookie from Albus and said, "You know only tourists purchase these."
Albus shrugged. "I felt that this was a special occasion, deserving of phallic treats."
"Plus you're drunk," Scorpius said.
Snatching the cookie away from Scorpius, Albus took a defiant bite. Chewing and swallowing quite noisily, he said, "Am not. I just had a shot with the boys at The Bar. Or maybe two." Albus grinned mischievously.