A/N - Jointly written by myself and Kimmi because of Larry's tweet about his Indiana Jones costume. It was so much fun to write and we wanted to share it, so - enjoy!
Larry knocked on Jim’s door, grinning to himself and bouncing slightly with excitement about the day. As soon as he had found that costume he knew he had to visit Jim. And the number of people who had replied on twitter telling him to go out in it gave him the boost he had needed to pull on those trousers, shrug on that jacket, and perch the hat at a jaunty angle on his head.
Jim buttoned up his cardigan and tucked his scarf in, pulling his coat around his shoulders. That’ll be Larry. He thought, reaching out to open the door.
“Oh God” his eyebrows raised and he struggled to hold back a laugh “What the hell are you wearing?”
Larry grinned at him and leant against the door frame.
“Indiana Larry at your service.”
He kept grinning at Jim as his eyes raked up and down his body in a way Larry was convinced was very Indy-like. He was Indy, and Jim was obviously his leading lady. Except Jim wasn’t a lady. And he didn’t often get the lead... Larry made a mental note to write more with Jim as the main character, he deserved some more screen time.
“I’m sorry I even asked. I didn’t realise you took Christmas shopping so seriously.” The sarcasm dripped from his voice like the icicle above Larry’s head, luckily hitting his hat rather than getting his hair wet.
“It’ll be an adventure.” Larry replied. “Exciting. Better than the drudgery of usual shopping trips - although hopefully no-one will try and attack us as I don’t have a gun...I have a whip though.” He took it out from where it was tucked in his belt and grinned at Jim. “So if anyone does come at us I can whip them into surrender...although some people might like that so it may not be terribly effective.”
“Touch me with that whip and I’ll set Willbond on you,” Jim laughed.
“Willbond?” Larry laughed. “I’m so scared. I’m sure he’d enjoy being touched by the whip. You saw what he was like in that sketch. Even brought that whip from home. Makes me wonder what else he might be into.”
He stepped past Larry and turned to lock the front door, giving his comment the cold shoulder. “Where are we going, then?” He asked, leading them towards his car and letting them in, turning on the radio with a swift movement and then starting the car.
Larry stood outside the car before deciding to try and sit on the bonnet. Failing miserably with a flail and a muttered “I meant to do that” he crouched down and tapped on the window.
“Get in, Larry.” Jim frowned. “My neighbours are looking.”
“You mean you’re not going to go in costume too? You’d look good as an elf. I know you suit green. And you’d look so adorable with red trimming and a little pointy hat.”
“What? Please don’t tell me you’ve brought me an out-” He gave an exasperated sigh, seeing the costume pulled out of the bag in Larry’s hand. “No.”
“Please! It’ll be fun! At least I’ve not got my Santa costume on- I’m saving that for later.” Larry winked at him. “You can be a good little elf and help me later. For now you can be... I don’t know. I’m not sure why Indiana Jone- I mean, Indiana Larry- would have an elf. But I know you would have complained if I’d brought you a nice dress.”
“Don’t count on that. It’d depend on the situation, were we alone for example and in the safety of one of our homes... But not now! Not for shopping!” Jim sighed again, softening his look a little. “You’re not giving up are you?” Larry may not be on the verge of giving up but he knew for sure that he would never win this argument. He’d be in an elf suit before he knew it.
Unprompted Jim/Larry - Christmas Shopping - Part 1/5
Larry knocked on Jim’s door, grinning to himself and bouncing slightly with excitement about the day. As soon as he had found that costume he knew he had to visit Jim. And the number of people who had replied on twitter telling him to go out in it gave him the boost he had needed to pull on those trousers, shrug on that jacket, and perch the hat at a jaunty angle on his head.
Jim buttoned up his cardigan and tucked his scarf in, pulling his coat around his shoulders. That’ll be Larry. He thought, reaching out to open the door.
“Oh God” his eyebrows raised and he struggled to hold back a laugh “What the hell are you wearing?”
Larry grinned at him and leant against the door frame.
“Indiana Larry at your service.”
He kept grinning at Jim as his eyes raked up and down his body in a way Larry was convinced was very Indy-like. He was Indy, and Jim was obviously his leading lady. Except Jim wasn’t a lady. And he didn’t often get the lead... Larry made a mental note to write more with Jim as the main character, he deserved some more screen time.
“I’m sorry I even asked. I didn’t realise you took Christmas shopping so seriously.” The sarcasm dripped from his voice like the icicle above Larry’s head, luckily hitting his hat rather than getting his hair wet.
“It’ll be an adventure.” Larry replied. “Exciting. Better than the drudgery of usual shopping trips - although hopefully no-one will try and attack us as I don’t have a gun...I have a whip though.” He took it out from where it was tucked in his belt and grinned at Jim. “So if anyone does come at us I can whip them into surrender...although some people might like that so it may not be terribly effective.”
“Touch me with that whip and I’ll set Willbond on you,” Jim laughed.
“Willbond?” Larry laughed. “I’m so scared. I’m sure he’d enjoy being touched by the whip. You saw what he was like in that sketch. Even brought that whip from home. Makes me wonder what else he might be into.”
He stepped past Larry and turned to lock the front door, giving his comment the cold shoulder. “Where are we going, then?” He asked, leading them towards his car and letting them in, turning on the radio with a swift movement and then starting the car.
Larry stood outside the car before deciding to try and sit on the bonnet. Failing miserably with a flail and a muttered “I meant to do that” he crouched down and tapped on the window.
“Get in, Larry.” Jim frowned. “My neighbours are looking.”
“You mean you’re not going to go in costume too? You’d look good as an elf. I know you suit green. And you’d look so adorable with red trimming and a little pointy hat.”
“What? Please don’t tell me you’ve brought me an out-” He gave an exasperated sigh, seeing the costume pulled out of the bag in Larry’s hand. “No.”
“Please! It’ll be fun! At least I’ve not got my Santa costume on- I’m saving that for later.” Larry winked at him. “You can be a good little elf and help me later. For now you can be... I don’t know. I’m not sure why Indiana Jone- I mean, Indiana Larry- would have an elf. But I know you would have complained if I’d brought you a nice dress.”
“Don’t count on that. It’d depend on the situation, were we alone for example and in the safety of one of our homes... But not now! Not for shopping!” Jim sighed again, softening his look a little. “You’re not giving up are you?” Larry may not be on the verge of giving up but he knew for sure that he would never win this argument. He’d be in an elf suit before he knew it.