Inaugural Fic Post

[darktrent182]

TITLE: Just Another Saturday Night
DISCLAIMER: The characters don't belong to me, but to Douglas Adams. May he rest in peace and not kill me from beyond the grave.
FANDOM: Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
PAIRING: Arthur Dent/Ford Prefect (MovieVerse)
RATING: G
WORD COUNT: 819
WARNING(S): fluffy, non-DNA writing style, unbeta'd
NOTES: For like_cairo


Arthur closed his eyes with a sigh when he felt the pair of lips travel down his jaw to nibble at his neck. It wasn't really that different from necking with a girl, really.

Ford's hands were planted on the wall on either side of his waist, and he seemed quite happy to stay right where he was, trailing kisses down the sensitive skin of Arthur's neck. Arthur brought his hands up, wrapping one hand around the back of Ford's neck while his other hand reached up to touch Ford's hair in silent encouragement.

Arthur was ready to ignore the fact that they were in the middle of an alleyway at what passed for high midnight, when he realized something. "Ford...?"

Ford purred a questioning noise into his skin, causing Arthur's fingers to twitch where they were.

"Wait..." Arthur didn't like how breathy his voice sounded, so he cleared his throat and tried again. "Wait."

Ford seemed to get the message, as he dropped one last sucking kiss to the skin he'd been tasting and pulled away far enough to look Arthur in the eye. "What?"

"What's your real name?"

If Ford had been expecting a question, that definitely wasn't it. "What?"

"Your name." Arthur repeated, licking his lips and taking a breath. "What is it?"

Ford frowned a little. "It's Ford."

"No, not that one." Arthur shook his head. "Your actual name. And if you say it's Ford again, I refuse to believe that your parents would have saddled you with a name like that."

"Oh, and Arthur isn't strange?"

Arthur blinked. "It's a perfectly acceptable name! At least it isn't a car model."

Ford snorted. "Very funny, Arthur." He snuck in a quick peck on Arthur's lips. "And there's no point in really telling you because it doesn't translate into English."

"Well, can't you still tell it to me anyway?" Arthur asked. "Because I must say, it's silly standing here with you kissing me, and me not even using your proper name."

"You do realize that if I tried to tell you, the Babelfish would just translate it anyway," Ford pointed out.

"Well, your real name can't be any worse than 'Ford', can it?"

Ford scowled at him. "I'm not changing it, if that's what you're getting at."

"Why would I want you to?"

"Maybe because you keep shaking your head at strange times and mumbling that you can't believe I named myself after a car."

A brief chuckle managed to escape from Arthur before he got it under control. "Well, you must admit, it *is* strange."

"This coming from a man whose last name is Dent."

"I'll have you know the Dents are--" Arthur stopped, like he usually did when reminded of the fact that he indeed was one of two human survivors from Earth. "... *were* a respectable family."

Ford frowned at him for a long moment before realization dawned. "I'm sure."

There was a short silence.

"So, are you going to tell me your real name or not?"

"Do you want to have to take out the Babelfish just to hear it?"

Arthur winced. "On second thought, perhaps not. It was horrid going in the first time. I'd rather not repeat the experience."

Ford smirked triumphantly. "All right then." He looked around the alleyway, as if realizing for the first time where they were. "Want to see if we can find another party?"

Arthur turned decidedly green. "Maybe some other time. I'm still trying to recover from the one we escaped from."

Ford stepped back from Arthur's breathing space and clapped him companionably on the shoulder. "Oh, come on. It was only smoke."

"I was getting stoned off the fumes, thanks." Arthur snorted. "It smelled almost like marijuana."

Ford chuckled. "Oh, trust me, that stuff was much more powerful. Another five minutes, and we'd still be in there." He grinned mischievously. "Most likely passed out on the floor."

"And with that enormous woman trying to shove her hand down my trousers." Arthur shuddered.

"Well, she did say that it was a salutation."

"I'm very sure, Ford," Arthur snarked. "I'm ready for a bit of a lie-in, really."

"Giving up the search for tea on this planet already?" Ford asked. "I thought you weren't going to rest until you found some."

Arthur shook his head. "It's all right, for now. I think I'll live." He aimed a tired smile at in Ford's general direction. "Now, if I could just remember where we were parked, I'd be all right."

"I'll go with you," Ford offered, grinning cheekily as he gallantly offered his arm to Arthur. "Make sure no more enormous women try to say hello."

Arthur shivered, ignoring the crooked arm. "If you repeat that to Zaphod or Trillian, I swear I'll kill you."

"Promises, promises." Ford threw his arm around Arthur's shoulders, and the two strode off into the night.

END