![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Title: Unorganized Snapshots of Prep School Life: Boys Being Boys [12/?]
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Law & Order
Pairing [Ed/Lupo, Jack/Mike Cutter, Mike/Connie]
Rating: PG
Summary: Ed, Lupo, and Mike in the suite.
Disclaimer: They're not paying me. Hell, I'm not sure they even know this is out here.
Author's Note: As per the usual, some credit for this goes to
amazonqueenkate, who was chatting with me when I laid down the basics. Mike Cutter, in high school, was probably an awkward kid, and the only person who really got him was his mock trial coach, Mr. McCoy. If you're not connecting the dots yet, you may want to get off the trolley. In short: High School AU, because it can be done.
Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten Part Eleven
Unorganized Snapshots of Prep School Life: Boys Being Boys
By Perpetual Motion
Mike steps out of his bedroom, fighting the temptation to cross his arms over his chest. He doesn’t fight the slouch, but he manages not to press his knees together. “So?” He asks Ed and Lupo, who are sitting on the couch playing Halo.
Ed’s the first to look over, after pumping a fist in the air to declare his victory. He lets out a short laugh, and quickly shuts his mouth. The grin is still easy to read.
“You look like a dumbass,” Lupo says.
“Thank,” Mike says dryly.
“It’s not that bad,” Ed offers, now trying to hide his smile with his hand. “It’s kinda small.”
“It cuts water resistance,” Mike ignores the urge to pull at his speedo and try to make it cover more general area. “I hope it’s more comfortable when it’s wet.”
“You’re really gonna do swim team?” Lupo asks it in the same tone he always uses when talking about any sort of team sports. Like he’s had a drink of half-sour milk and trying to hide it.
“I like swimming, and every time I run into Coach Fin at the pool, he practically orders me to join.” Mike shrugs, and it somehow makes his swimsuit ride up a little. “And it’s mostly individual events.”
“Dude, seriously, put on pants or something.” Ed holds up his hand to block the view of Mike. “I’m afraid your junk’s gonna fall out.”
“You’re afraid?” Mike says, mostly to himself as he backs into his room and switches out his swimsuit for a pair of pajama pants. He walks back into the living room and throws himself into an armchair with his Lit book, a notebook, and a pen. He watches Ed and Lupo chase each other around a huge field. “Don’t you guys have homework?”
“Yes, Mom,” Ed and Lupo intone together.
Mike rolls his eyes. “Forget I said anything.” He starts to read, the general noise of Ed and Lupo cursing and bickering fading into the background as he makes notes and tries to decipher the note he’d scrawled in the margain when Mr. Goren had said something in class. “Have you guys read the assignment for Lit?”
“Dude, that’s not due until Tuesday.” Ed suddenly lunges into Lupo. “Yes! You’re dead!”
Mike doesn’t miss the way Lupo gets flushed. He manages to catch Lupo’s eye and give him a sympathetic smile. Lupo just grimaces. “So you haven’t started on the reading?” He asks Ed to pull his attention away from Lupo.
“Nope.” Ed reaches under the couch and pulls out a slightly dusty controller. “Seriously, Mike, take five. It’s Thursday. Homework’s not due until Tuesday. Relax.” He tosses the controller to Mike. “Spend some time murdering Lup. It’s good stress relief.”
”Fuck you,” Lupo says in a friendly way.
Mike grins at that and closes his Lit book. “Fine. But I can’t stay up too late. I’ve got a long day tomorrow.”
“New rule!” Ed declares as he restarts the Xbox to add Mike to the melee. “No saying shit someone’s dad would say.”
“I do not-“
“You do,” Lupo cuts him off. “I’m with Ed on this, man. You gotta relax.”
“I joined the swim team.”
“Adding shit to your college application doesn’t count.” Lupo stands and stretches. “Let me grab a soda, and I’ll show you dicks how it’s done.”
“Big words, Lup,” Ed challenges, and laughs when Lupo flips him the bird. “Classy.”
“Your mom’s classy.”
“Your face is classy.”
It’s a long-running, juvenile joke, and Mike knows how to end it. “Prove it.”
Ed and Lupo cheer. “It’s a start,” Ed says with a grin and catches the soda Lupo tosses to him. “Now you just have to break some rules.”
”Pass,” Mike says and holds out his hand for a soda. “I think you’re doing just fine without my help.”
“I am something of a master.”
“You’re something of a cheater,” Lupo says as he retakes his spot on the couch. “Just because I live here-“
“And Van Buren loves me-“
“Sure,” Lup says, rolling his eyes. “You’re a prince.”
“Hey, you love me.”
Mike cringes at the way Lupo goes suddenly still, but he can see that Ed doesn’t notice. “We tolerate you, Ed,” he says to keep the attention off Lupo. “There’s a difference.”
“Ouch,” Ed says with a laugh and bats his eyelashes at Lupo. “You don’t think that, do you, Lup?”
“I…” Lupo looks at Mike helplessly, silently begging for help. It’s too much for him, Mike knows, to have Ed so close and so flirtatious.
“Tell you what, Ed; you kick my ass on a flying level, and I’ll take it all back.”
“Done!”
Mike sighs under his breath as Ed sets them up for a battle. Lupo throws him a small, relieved grin, and Mike smiles back.
Part Thirteen
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Law & Order
Pairing [Ed/Lupo, Jack/Mike Cutter, Mike/Connie]
Rating: PG
Summary: Ed, Lupo, and Mike in the suite.
Disclaimer: They're not paying me. Hell, I'm not sure they even know this is out here.
Author's Note: As per the usual, some credit for this goes to
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten Part Eleven
Unorganized Snapshots of Prep School Life: Boys Being Boys
By Perpetual Motion
Mike steps out of his bedroom, fighting the temptation to cross his arms over his chest. He doesn’t fight the slouch, but he manages not to press his knees together. “So?” He asks Ed and Lupo, who are sitting on the couch playing Halo.
Ed’s the first to look over, after pumping a fist in the air to declare his victory. He lets out a short laugh, and quickly shuts his mouth. The grin is still easy to read.
“You look like a dumbass,” Lupo says.
“Thank,” Mike says dryly.
“It’s not that bad,” Ed offers, now trying to hide his smile with his hand. “It’s kinda small.”
“It cuts water resistance,” Mike ignores the urge to pull at his speedo and try to make it cover more general area. “I hope it’s more comfortable when it’s wet.”
“You’re really gonna do swim team?” Lupo asks it in the same tone he always uses when talking about any sort of team sports. Like he’s had a drink of half-sour milk and trying to hide it.
“I like swimming, and every time I run into Coach Fin at the pool, he practically orders me to join.” Mike shrugs, and it somehow makes his swimsuit ride up a little. “And it’s mostly individual events.”
“Dude, seriously, put on pants or something.” Ed holds up his hand to block the view of Mike. “I’m afraid your junk’s gonna fall out.”
“You’re afraid?” Mike says, mostly to himself as he backs into his room and switches out his swimsuit for a pair of pajama pants. He walks back into the living room and throws himself into an armchair with his Lit book, a notebook, and a pen. He watches Ed and Lupo chase each other around a huge field. “Don’t you guys have homework?”
“Yes, Mom,” Ed and Lupo intone together.
Mike rolls his eyes. “Forget I said anything.” He starts to read, the general noise of Ed and Lupo cursing and bickering fading into the background as he makes notes and tries to decipher the note he’d scrawled in the margain when Mr. Goren had said something in class. “Have you guys read the assignment for Lit?”
“Dude, that’s not due until Tuesday.” Ed suddenly lunges into Lupo. “Yes! You’re dead!”
Mike doesn’t miss the way Lupo gets flushed. He manages to catch Lupo’s eye and give him a sympathetic smile. Lupo just grimaces. “So you haven’t started on the reading?” He asks Ed to pull his attention away from Lupo.
“Nope.” Ed reaches under the couch and pulls out a slightly dusty controller. “Seriously, Mike, take five. It’s Thursday. Homework’s not due until Tuesday. Relax.” He tosses the controller to Mike. “Spend some time murdering Lup. It’s good stress relief.”
”Fuck you,” Lupo says in a friendly way.
Mike grins at that and closes his Lit book. “Fine. But I can’t stay up too late. I’ve got a long day tomorrow.”
“New rule!” Ed declares as he restarts the Xbox to add Mike to the melee. “No saying shit someone’s dad would say.”
“I do not-“
“You do,” Lupo cuts him off. “I’m with Ed on this, man. You gotta relax.”
“I joined the swim team.”
“Adding shit to your college application doesn’t count.” Lupo stands and stretches. “Let me grab a soda, and I’ll show you dicks how it’s done.”
“Big words, Lup,” Ed challenges, and laughs when Lupo flips him the bird. “Classy.”
“Your mom’s classy.”
“Your face is classy.”
It’s a long-running, juvenile joke, and Mike knows how to end it. “Prove it.”
Ed and Lupo cheer. “It’s a start,” Ed says with a grin and catches the soda Lupo tosses to him. “Now you just have to break some rules.”
”Pass,” Mike says and holds out his hand for a soda. “I think you’re doing just fine without my help.”
“I am something of a master.”
“You’re something of a cheater,” Lupo says as he retakes his spot on the couch. “Just because I live here-“
“And Van Buren loves me-“
“Sure,” Lup says, rolling his eyes. “You’re a prince.”
“Hey, you love me.”
Mike cringes at the way Lupo goes suddenly still, but he can see that Ed doesn’t notice. “We tolerate you, Ed,” he says to keep the attention off Lupo. “There’s a difference.”
“Ouch,” Ed says with a laugh and bats his eyelashes at Lupo. “You don’t think that, do you, Lup?”
“I…” Lupo looks at Mike helplessly, silently begging for help. It’s too much for him, Mike knows, to have Ed so close and so flirtatious.
“Tell you what, Ed; you kick my ass on a flying level, and I’ll take it all back.”
“Done!”
Mike sighs under his breath as Ed sets them up for a battle. Lupo throws him a small, relieved grin, and Mike smiles back.
Part Thirteen