Title: "Subtle" Pairing: Lawrence Makoare/Sala Baker Rating: PG-13 Disclaimer: Never happened. Summary: Sala's got some stealth in his moves. Notes: Written for the Comment_Fic Free For All post - my prompts were 'glass' and Lawrence/Sala. It's not the easiest thing in the world to be subtle when a bloke's as big as Sala – not that he's ever claimed to be the master at it or anything. What would be the point? When one's got shoulders the size of a mountain and thighs like tree trunks and a voice that booms as often as not, it's not like he can flit about, unnoticed, in a crowd. Still, he likes to think he's got some stealth in his moves. Take his...well, infatuation's the best word for it, for Lawrence. Alright, it's more like the whole, he-wants-Lawrence-to-wrestle-naked-with-him-in-lube-until-they're-exhausted-then-have-lots-of-sticky-sex thing, but infatuation just rolls easier off the tongue, see. Anyway, the point is, it's not like Sala's tongue is hanging out in cartoon-fashion whenever Lawrence walks past him in tight leather pants that show off a supremely bite-able ass and legs that could double as deadly weapons. And he's not off giving the old wolf whistle when Lawrence strips off his shirt and bares a chest that goes on for miles and shoulders that make Sala's look tiny in comparison. He may cast the appreciative glance every now and then, but it's not like he's throwing himself at Lawrence's feet, ass up, begging to get fucked. Subtle, see. So, Sala thinks nothing of it when Lawrence catches up with him at some cookout or another Craig's hosting, and sort of looms over him the way that he does (and in a way that Sala finds really fucking hot). Until Lawrence speaks: "You're just about as transparent as glass, bra." Not even a hey, 'sup. Just Lawrence, smiling at him with all of those teeth, and a body that's far too close. For once, Sala's genuinely confused. "Uh...sorry?" "Seriously, just admit you want a piece of this." Lawrence cups his crotch with one hand. Sala's gaze snaps down, stays glued. "It's not like I mind." "I, uh..." "I'll even go easy on you until you get used to it." Whatever Lawrence is saying is just a buzz in Sala's ears because, at that moment, Lawrence takes Sala's hand and directs it to the place where his own hand had been. Right between Lawrence's beautifully built thighs. Sala just stares, transfixed, letting the heat and weight settle through him. His mouth waters. His body's one mass of 'hell yes' and 'when can we get on with it already'. "But not too easy," Lawrence murmurs, and maybe Lawrence's kiss is worlds away from subtle – in fact, it's pretty pornographic – but, well, it's not like Sala minds. Subtle's way fucking overrated. If you enjoyed this fic, please leave feedback here. Thanks!