Alex and the Professor
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j_flattermann
Characters: Alex Bailey / Viggo Mortensen
Rating: Gen
Warnings: None
Beta:ingrid44
Prompt(s): #4: chips, a picture of St. Aldates Tavern
Disclaimer: Pure fiction. None of the persons are known to the author. No copyright infringement intended.
Author's Note: Mild spoilers for the "Absolute Conviction" episode of Inspector Morse
Alex Bailey had managed to stay out of prison after completing his two years sentence. An unhappy event had him back in an investigation room at the Oxford police headquarters. But this time Lewis, promoted to DI after Morse's sudden death, had only the usual questions for him concerning his wife's death. Bailey had been out of the country when his wife died. She had such a long history of phobias and anxieties that the doctor who certified her death suggested an unintended overdose. Bailey was therefore free to go.
Alex had tried to return to the arena of investment banking but had not succeeded. His notoriety as a fraudster who had not only lost his investors millions but also as a suspected embezzler barred any attempt to re-enter the doors of the financial world. So he had turned to architecture, a path he had wandered before stumbling into the financial world and been lured by easy money. Now with the Cryer, Thornton & Bailey name ruined he turned to his first love – building. Since his release from prison he had attended several architectural courses at the local university.
This morning found him in the City Council building. He was there to submit a design for a redevelopment project the Council intended for an area on the periphery of the City. His plans were ambitious and using his financial knowledge he had calculated a detailed estimated cost. The design would give the community a new lease on life and at a reasonable price. He thought he stood a chance if the City's decision makers could overlook his past.
Having spent all day presenting his ideas to the committee when he left the Council offices he felt drained, in need of a pint and some food. After checking his watch he decided to go to St Aldates. The pub was right next to the council offices. Municipal workers as well as University employees from across the road normally ate lunch there. In the evening the pub filled with students. He turned and entered the pub. As expected the room was filled with students from the nearby boarding houses. He went to the counter and ordered his pint and a burger and chips. The pub's landlord told him to find a seat and that the food would be delivered whilst handing Alex his pint. Alex found it hard to find a seat but eventually spied one near the windows.
He finished his food and pint and as the pub was now to crowded for his liking decided to leave. He elbowed his way to the door when it suddenly opened and bang, hit him in the face.
The man who had so forcefully pushed open the door dropped his bags to the floor and rushed to Alex's side. "Is it bad? I am so sorry. Didn't see you. Is the nose broken? Are you are alright?" He blurted obviously upset.
Alex moved his hand to his nose but it felt alright not even a drop of blood. He then had to grin; of course the door had hit his forehead not the nose at all. He started to laugh. "I'm alright mate. No worries. But you look kind of pale. You need a drink I would say."
The man in a crumpled suit smiled back. "But I am buying. That's the least I can do." He held out his hand "Mortensen," he said. "The name is Viggo Mortensen."
"Alex Bailey," he countered. "But it's a bit noisy here," Alex continued. "Would you mind going elsewhere? I know a place nearby where we can go and it will be much quieter." Viggo nodded and picked up his bags. "That's no good," Alex said, "you can't carry those around with you all the time. Let's put them in my car for the time being. She's parked just there on the other side of the road." The bags were deposited and the two made their way to a bar in the old City centre.
The next morning Alex woke-up in an unknown room. Next to him was a man still asleep lightly snoring. Alex tried to recall what had happened the night before but the memories were blurred. He vaguely remembered meeting the man in the bed next to him at St. Aldates. Viggo, yes that was his name. The rest of the events of the previous evening was a blank. Alex looked around for the bathroom; he desperately needed a wee.
His first instinct was to get dressed and leave but something prevented him from doing so. Instead he waited for Viggo to wake. He looked at Viggo's relaxed face and suddenly realized he had seen this face before. This was the professor who would teach the summer class on photography at the University this year. A course which had intrigued Alex and he had actually thought of enroling. Now his mind was made up. He surely would take the course. Just then the body in the bed stirred and the professor turned over and propped himself up. "Good morning, sunshine." Alex greeted him cheerfully.
Alex and the Professor - The Day After
Prompt(s): #15: mist, "belt buckles ringing and coins in coat pockets"
The sunshine was creating stripes of light through the shutters. The blackbirds singing their concerto were every now and again interrupted by the cooing of a nearby pigeon. Like the blackbirds he just ignored it. It felt cosy lying in bed next to the heavy sleeper still bound in dreamland. He watched the regular rhythm of breaths raising the sheet and dropping it back slowly.
This morning he woke relaxed, languid but not as a result of a wet dream this time. No, last night had been the real thing. He smiled recalling how they had tumbled into the room onto the bed. Kissing, trembling hands fumbling. Belt buckles ringing and coins in coat pockets all spilling out over the carpeted floor.
They had clung to each other like two drowning in high seas. The remainder of the night was lost in a mist of lust and hot blazing passion, groans, kisses and satisfied sighs.
He closed his eyes again cuddling closer bathing in the luxurious heat of his lovers body.
Author:
j_flattermannCharacters: Alex Bailey / Viggo Mortensen
Rating: Gen
Warnings: None
Beta:
ingrid44Prompt(s): #4: chips, a picture of St. Aldates Tavern
Disclaimer: Pure fiction. None of the persons are known to the author. No copyright infringement intended.
Author's Note: Mild spoilers for the "Absolute Conviction" episode of Inspector Morse
Alex Bailey had managed to stay out of prison after completing his two years sentence. An unhappy event had him back in an investigation room at the Oxford police headquarters. But this time Lewis, promoted to DI after Morse's sudden death, had only the usual questions for him concerning his wife's death. Bailey had been out of the country when his wife died. She had such a long history of phobias and anxieties that the doctor who certified her death suggested an unintended overdose. Bailey was therefore free to go.
Alex had tried to return to the arena of investment banking but had not succeeded. His notoriety as a fraudster who had not only lost his investors millions but also as a suspected embezzler barred any attempt to re-enter the doors of the financial world. So he had turned to architecture, a path he had wandered before stumbling into the financial world and been lured by easy money. Now with the Cryer, Thornton & Bailey name ruined he turned to his first love – building. Since his release from prison he had attended several architectural courses at the local university.
This morning found him in the City Council building. He was there to submit a design for a redevelopment project the Council intended for an area on the periphery of the City. His plans were ambitious and using his financial knowledge he had calculated a detailed estimated cost. The design would give the community a new lease on life and at a reasonable price. He thought he stood a chance if the City's decision makers could overlook his past.
Having spent all day presenting his ideas to the committee when he left the Council offices he felt drained, in need of a pint and some food. After checking his watch he decided to go to St Aldates. The pub was right next to the council offices. Municipal workers as well as University employees from across the road normally ate lunch there. In the evening the pub filled with students. He turned and entered the pub. As expected the room was filled with students from the nearby boarding houses. He went to the counter and ordered his pint and a burger and chips. The pub's landlord told him to find a seat and that the food would be delivered whilst handing Alex his pint. Alex found it hard to find a seat but eventually spied one near the windows.
He finished his food and pint and as the pub was now to crowded for his liking decided to leave. He elbowed his way to the door when it suddenly opened and bang, hit him in the face.
The man who had so forcefully pushed open the door dropped his bags to the floor and rushed to Alex's side. "Is it bad? I am so sorry. Didn't see you. Is the nose broken? Are you are alright?" He blurted obviously upset.
Alex moved his hand to his nose but it felt alright not even a drop of blood. He then had to grin; of course the door had hit his forehead not the nose at all. He started to laugh. "I'm alright mate. No worries. But you look kind of pale. You need a drink I would say."
The man in a crumpled suit smiled back. "But I am buying. That's the least I can do." He held out his hand "Mortensen," he said. "The name is Viggo Mortensen."
"Alex Bailey," he countered. "But it's a bit noisy here," Alex continued. "Would you mind going elsewhere? I know a place nearby where we can go and it will be much quieter." Viggo nodded and picked up his bags. "That's no good," Alex said, "you can't carry those around with you all the time. Let's put them in my car for the time being. She's parked just there on the other side of the road." The bags were deposited and the two made their way to a bar in the old City centre.
The next morning Alex woke-up in an unknown room. Next to him was a man still asleep lightly snoring. Alex tried to recall what had happened the night before but the memories were blurred. He vaguely remembered meeting the man in the bed next to him at St. Aldates. Viggo, yes that was his name. The rest of the events of the previous evening was a blank. Alex looked around for the bathroom; he desperately needed a wee.
His first instinct was to get dressed and leave but something prevented him from doing so. Instead he waited for Viggo to wake. He looked at Viggo's relaxed face and suddenly realized he had seen this face before. This was the professor who would teach the summer class on photography at the University this year. A course which had intrigued Alex and he had actually thought of enroling. Now his mind was made up. He surely would take the course. Just then the body in the bed stirred and the professor turned over and propped himself up. "Good morning, sunshine." Alex greeted him cheerfully.
Alex and the Professor - The Day After
Prompt(s): #15: mist, "belt buckles ringing and coins in coat pockets"
The sunshine was creating stripes of light through the shutters. The blackbirds singing their concerto were every now and again interrupted by the cooing of a nearby pigeon. Like the blackbirds he just ignored it. It felt cosy lying in bed next to the heavy sleeper still bound in dreamland. He watched the regular rhythm of breaths raising the sheet and dropping it back slowly.
This morning he woke relaxed, languid but not as a result of a wet dream this time. No, last night had been the real thing. He smiled recalling how they had tumbled into the room onto the bed. Kissing, trembling hands fumbling. Belt buckles ringing and coins in coat pockets all spilling out over the carpeted floor.
They had clung to each other like two drowning in high seas. The remainder of the night was lost in a mist of lust and hot blazing passion, groans, kisses and satisfied sighs.
He closed his eyes again cuddling closer bathing in the luxurious heat of his lovers body.
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Date: 2011-07-05 04:59 pm (UTC)And you are quite right might pick this threat up again some time.
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Date: 2011-07-05 09:05 pm (UTC)Glad that you like my yarn spun.
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Date: 2011-08-05 11:29 am (UTC)Honestly I like the second part best - maybe because I used some childhood memories for starters into the little sequence to get the atmosphere right.