fic: Justified

[withimpunity]

 
Okay. So this is like. It sucks. But at least I know that?

That Kinda Evenin'
Dep. Tim Gutterson
1294 words
ps: justified_slash 



Okay, so he might be a little drunk. Half a bottle of Southern Comfort on a humid Kentucky evening will do that to a man. He's been off the clock for three and a half hours, watching reruns of CSI Miami, taking a shot everytime Caruso says something douchey; which, no wonder he's drunk.

"Hope we didn't ruin your evenin' too much," Raylan says politely with an easy smile that Tim envies sometimes. He wonders if there's a pair of pants out in the world that Raylan couldn't get into with that soft Kentucky drawl of his and that lazy smile.

"Aw, I was just feedin' my cats and doing some knitting," Tim gives him a lopsided grin, running his fingers through his greasy hair as he staggers down the sidewalk, bumping into Raylan's shoulder a few times just for fun. Raylan's solid and still and Tim's never seen him drunk before, but he's seen the black eyes and busted lips and heard enough tales to give his imagination a good kick start.

"Well, thanks for coming out." Raylan pats him on the back, squeezing his arm a little before he lets go, straightening the brim of his hat. "Really appreciate it, Tim."

"No problem. Mi military ID es su military ID," He jokes, flashing Raylan another tiny grin and there's a chance he's flirting -- a small chance, but that's what they get for pulling him out of the air conditioning and away from his whiskey and a greasy bucket of fried chicken. Besides, he's not used to being around Raylan like this, all dressed down and loose, fuzzy around the edges. Whatever he says or does is their fault, that's all he's saying.

When Tim flashes his card, he can hear Raylan and Art behind him, sniggering when the VFW's bouncer guy smiles all pretty at him. He says they've got a boy inside getting ready to ship out tomorrow and Tim says, "maybe he'd like to buy me a drink," but his eyes say, "maybe I can buy you one," and the next thing he knows, Tall, Dark, and Gorgeous is slipping a piece of paper into the front pocket of his flannel shirt and telling him to call him, anytime.

When they finally get out of the damn VFW later, all their phones just happen to light up at the same exact time and it looks like Crowder's left them a little present. Peachy.

"Goddammit," Tim swears, kicking a clump of gravel against the wall with his boot. "I was gonna get laid tonight, too."

"Hope your boy takes a rain check," Art says to him over the roof of Raylan's car, him and Raylan silently exchanging amused expressions.

"Yeah," Tim grumbles, glancing back at the VFW one last time before sliding in the back of Raylan's car. "Me fucking too."



***


Its two-thirty when they finally finish up at the scene, three before Tim gets home and showers, pours himself another shot of whiskey as he fingers the business card Sykes slipped into his pocket. James Sykes. Tim bets he was a marine; he's got that look about him. Silent, deadly, knows just how to fill out a pair of blue jeans. Fuck it.

"Hey. Hey, its Tim. From the VFW tonight. You remember, good." Tim drains the rest of his glass and sets it down on the counter. "I know its late, but you did say anytime."




***



"I don't usually fuck Marines," Tim says, interrupting one hell of a make-out session, waiting to get a response out of the man. Its not important, not really, and its a bold faced lie; Tim's fucked plenty of Marines, but he likes to know things about people. Intel. He needs more than a first name and a shoe size if he's going to let someone see the inside of his bedroom.

Sykes just shrugs, tangling his fingers up in Tim's hair to expose the side of his neck, let his teeth and tongue slide down to the dip where his collarbone is exposed and suck a bruise into the pale, freckled skin there. Tim's knees buckle a little bit, his hands wrapping around tight, firm muscle for leverage. "I'm not so particular," James murmurs against his skin, sending a ripple of goosebumps down Tim's spine. "You know what they say."

"Enlighten me," Tim half groans as James reaches down and starts palming his dick through his jeans, thumbing open the button casually.

"A Marine will fuck anything."

Tim grins, he was right, a marine, satisfied with this information for the moment, and strips his own shirt off, shoving James against the living room wall, pushing his hands underneath the tight grey t-shirt he has on, feeling all that flat, muscled skin warm beneath his fingers, pushing his tongue into James' mouth, tasting the vaguest hint of minty toothpaste underneath the Bourbon Tim offered him when he arrived.

"Fuck, you're pretty," Tim mutters and claims James' mouth once more before leading him to his bedroom.



***



The next morning he comes barreling through the doors with a box of Krispy Kremes and a drink carrier full of fancy four dollar coffee, garnering a suspicious look from Rachel over the top of her computer monitor. "You hate mornings," she points out, slipping one of the tall Styrofoam cups out of the holder. "You win the lottery or something?"

"I do not hate mornings," Tim argues, lying through his teeth. "Can't I just do something nice for my friends? My pals?"

One of Rachel's eyebrows ascends suspiciously, but it doesn't take her too long to piece together the puzzle. "Boy, you got some," she grins, head turning as Raylan walks through the door.

"I'm guessin' I must've missed something," he says, idly taking the coffee Tim hands him.

"Just that Tim here got lucky last night," Rachel offers, ignoring Tim's steely glare.

"Bouncer guy from the VFW?" Raylan raises his eyebrow, feigning interest, and takes a sip of his coffee.

Tim nods, swallowing the lump in his throat. "James. He was a," he makes an exaggerated, pearl-clutching motion with his hands for Rachel's amusement. "Marine."

"Well, you know what they say." Raylan muses quietly, grinning to himself as he walks off, disappearing into Art's office.

Tim doesn't stare at Raylan's ass as he walks away, mostly because he knows Rachel would catch him and smack him upside the head with a thick stack of file folders if he did. Still, he might sneak a little glance. He can't help it. He's got on those goddamn Wrangler's that fit so snug around his hips that Tim can't help but to imagine his fingers digging into them as Raylan fucks his mouth, tugging on his hair a little-

"Ow!"

"You need to stop that." Rachel scolds him. "Ain't good for you."

Tim sighs and looks away, blowing into his coffee to cool it off. He takes a deep breath and pushes those thoughts back down to the place inside of him where he puts all of the things he can't let himself think about - his Mama leaving him when he was seven, the first time he saw a man's head explode from his fifty cal, Raylan. He's got a fucking job to do and on top of all that, he's got to work with the man. Besides, Rachel's right. Raylan ain't no good for him; not in any way.

Tim's never really been the dating type, but maybe he'll call James again after work. See if he wants to watch the game or grab a drink. He could do something like that. He could.

"So," Tim says, spinning around in his chair. "Who do I get to shoot today?"





Comments

[ghostrunner7.livejournal.com]

Man, I love Tim. And I especially love him staring at Raylan's ass and knowing it's a bad idea.

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

And I especially love him staring at Raylan's ass and knowing it's a bad idea.

Me too! Me too!

[killer-fiend.livejournal.com]

This is aces. Tim is one of my favorites (though I must admit Boyd is also up there, so it usually goes Raylan #1 Tim/Boyd #2 depending on the episode. Does liking the bad guy make me weird and unworthy of liking the good guys?) Anyway I adored this and hope you write more!

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

Nah man, Boyd is very enigmatic. I didn't like him at first but I totally LOVE him now. thanks for reading this!

[shadowhuntress.livejournal.com]

TIM FIC!! ♥♥♥ Oh yeah, I can totally see Tim/VFW guy. You should definitely call him again, Tim! ;-) Also loved Rachel smacking him upside the head, knowing he was thinking things he shouldn't. This was fab!

::joins your comm:: :-D

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

Bwee! Thank you! I know it wasn't the greatest literary piece ever written or anything ;) but I am just so obsessed with him! I needed fic! We know so little about him, so it was pretty hard to write, almost like an OFC. Thanks for reading though! And joining!

[twincy.livejournal.com]

Words cannot accurately describe how happy this makes me - you wrote Gutterson slash. Gutterson slash with the VFW bouncer and bonus wee crush on Raylan and aksglask. That edge of smugness Gutterson has when he's pushing Sykes into the wall is spot-on. A+ would read again.

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

LOLOMFG YOUR ICON.

I love him SO much. He is entirely too smug and gorgeous and FLIRTY. If they don't announce him as canonically gay at some point, I'll eat my pretty floral bonnet. I'm so glad someone enjoyed this!

[paitac.livejournal.com]

clapfuckingclap this is impeccable I loved every word ♥

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

Hee, I'm glad you liked it. Thank you!

[snarkaddict.livejournal.com]

Hee! I love your Tim and this fic so much! Also, awesome first post to the comm. :D

[sandrine]

Oooh, I really enjoyed this! ♥ Especially the tension between Tim and Raylan! They have lovely chemistry on the show, and I like how you picked up on that. :D

[lousy-science.livejournal.com]

Oh, this was a treat - Tim! fic, Raylan's ass, and so well-written and atmospheric. Yum.

[burningchaos.livejournal.com]

As much as I love Raylan I think Tim needs more screen time. That man is pretty, and has depth that needs to be explored. Hell I would take a whole episode about him, Raylan and Boyd. That being said. I loved this! There needs to be more Gutterson slash.

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

Oh me too, me too. And more Tim/Rachel/Raylan teamwork and Rachel/Tim banter. I needs it!

[nightcamedown.livejournal.com]

Whew! *fans self* That was hot like a hot thing! Great voices all around, particularly the last section - loved Rachel's insight and honesty, and I could hear Raylan's quietly amused voice so well on the "Well, you know what they say" line.

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

Hee, I'm glad that worked for you. I can imagine Raylan being aware and sort of bemused at Tim's crush on him. :p

[svilleficrecs.livejournal.com]

<3<3<3 Oh this was perfect. Can I have a million more like this, please?

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

Whee, glad you thought so! I hope so! I'm going to start a cult or something in his honor, I swear.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

Oh, baby. I know of two people who are gonna lurve you. No seriously, maurheti and sparky77 and I were just discussing Tim last night. It was all good. Much like your icon and this story. \o/

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

HE OWNS MY ENTIRE BEING, THAT GUY. I mean. Sniper wot wot. Ranger. Tattoos. *waves hands* I don't even knoooow.

Thank you! \o/

[geek-beauty.livejournal.com]

Oh Tim, I <3 You.
This was fantastic.

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

Thanks, I'm glad you liked it. :)

[sparky77.livejournal.com]

Tim!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Drunk, adorably, slutty Tim. This was awesome! And you are awesome for writing it :)

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

Slutty!Tim, I think, is my favorite Tim. Thanks for reading, bb.

[shecrows.livejournal.com]

this is awesome. seriously, seriously awesome. i need way more tim-centric fic in my life, at least until they give him the proper storyline he deserves (please oh please, season two, don't let me doooown). your tim is unf central, and i hope you end up writing more of him!

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

I predict much of Tim Gutterson in season 2. I have nothing to base this on, of course. But there must be. MUST. Thanks for reading!

[ruggerdavey.livejournal.com]

This, this, I love this! OMG, I really really do.

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

Hee, thanks!

[paradise-city.livejournal.com]

Oh, I really like this! Your Tim's great -- loose and easy and settled in his skin in a way I didn't expect. Nicely done!

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much, i'm glad you liked it. :)

[cosmic.livejournal.com]

This is my Tim. Oh Tim. This is pretty great.

[atromiti.livejournal.com]

I'm now ashamed to admit this, but before fandom, I never really took much notice of Tim Gutterson. However, after reading everything at justified_slash, I went back and rewatched all the eps, and now Tim's crush on Raylan is pretty evident in every scene they share. You captured it perfectly here.

I also loved Rachel smacking Tim for eyeing up Raylan. *snerk*

Very nicely done!

[sharksdontsleep.livejournal.com]

So, I'm like a MONTH late to this party, but still. AWESOME fic. Love the take-a-shot-when-Caruso's-a-douche game, love the "a Marine will fuck anything," love love love.

This hit my Tim Gutterson obsession craving just right. Oh, and the tanktop and the tattoos and the proficiency with weapons - these seem to be reoccurring themes between GK and Justified. If I weren't so OK with it, I might be worried. AWESOME story!

[nrrrdy-grrrl.livejournal.com]

Okay, you can't possibly be smart enough to write something like this and at the same time honestly think that it sucks. Or at least you've gotta be smart enough that you know that some of the self-criticism we have for our own writing is legit and some of it is just bullshit that comes from the over-all skepticism that causes a smart person to write in the first place.

That first kind of criticism is more like instinct- looking at a page of writing and seeing all the little spots that need tightening up, some adjusting. That kind is the the right kind of criticism because it's about getting the work where we know it's supposed to go. That second kind of criticism, though, we don't have to pay any attention to that. That's just automatic, the backlash that can come after an outburst of confident, unself-conscious expression. Just ignore that shit. It will always say No, Not Enough, Wrong, Coulda Shoulda Woulda.

Writers, writing- it just comes with doubt and ambivalence, comes FROM doubt and ambivalence. But instinctively, you wrote this, then tweaked and then knew this short piece of work felt done. Any crap that comes along after that point? Is just knee-jerk. Ignore it.

Because this is REALLY well-written. Totally nuanced and complete, lovely, smart, from the gut. It shines.

For what ever stupid reason, writers are vulnerable to words. Even our own words. This piece of writing does not suck. So knock that shit off.

I would never say so many personal things in a stupid-ass comment without a compelling reason. But I had to here. Because it's important. You really have a gift. And that makes me wanna cheer. But you oughtta get to get to cheer too. Save that suck stuff for something that actually sucks. But this? Give this a big smooch and hug it like a stuffed bunny.

[amelia-17.livejournal.com]

So, I'm a little late finding this, but this is made of awesome. I love Tim, especially all sexy and smug and cocky and shit. That last line was so Tim.