Author:  Fehrkitten
Title:  Down Together, or The Interminable Hellride On Foot To The Beach
Pairing:  Daniel Radcliffe/Elijah Wood
Rating:  PG
Disclaimer:  A songficlet.  Quite innocent, I assure you.  Hee!  I don't own the people and the 
	song belongs to the Refreshments
Distribution:  Anywhere as long as you ask first
Summary:  Word games, flirtation, the burning-almosts.

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we could write our names here in the mud 
no one's around to see them 
we could hang our shoes right here in a tree 
no one's around to steal them

"Come on, old man!"  The taunt flew from the younger man's mouth, practically hanging in the 
thick, still summer air.

"I am NOT-" -breath- "-old!"

"Then why are you so far behind?"  A nimble skip over an upturned pink plastic pail, and the 
challenging flash of blue eyes as the owner paused to look back.

"I'm scoping your ass, why do you think?"

 i could give you a star 
you could give me one too 
that way we'd be even 
and i could sing this song way out of tune 
and not care a bit about it 

"Well then, let me help!"  A brief bend-and-wiggle before lithe limbs took to running again.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" came the out of breath question.

"Why aren't you?  Look at today!  How often do we have a day with nothing to do and no one 
trying to change that?"

"I hate it when you're right, I hope you know that!"  He yelled after the retreating figure, 
making a childish face when he heard the resultant laughter.

we could both wear cowboy hats 
and pretend that we could speak italian 
i could eat some gum 
and make my breath so minty fresh to kiss you 
your breath will smell like wine 
i like that a lot 
especially when i kiss you 
and i could hit my funny bone real hard 
and you could call me sweetheart 

Long legs and then a glinting mop of dark hair disappeared over a dune and an awed voice floated 
back.

"Christ, it's blue!"

"Are you playing with yourself again?" he cracked as he crested the dune at last, eyeing his 
unmoving companion.

and whoever said there's nothing new under the sun 
never thought much about individuals 
but he's dead anyways 

let's go down together 
down together 
down together 
yeah let's go

"Not that, you wanker, the ocean here," came the reply, followed by a handful of sand flung at 
him in haste as the running resumed.

"We're running again.  I see."  With a sigh, he mustered his energy and followed, thinking 
unflattering thoughts about dark haired, blue-eyed puppies.

we could all wear ripped up clothes 
and pretend that we were dead hot workshop 
i could drive a long long way 
and not even have the gas to make it back
we could chase our shadows around the lawn
until we're both exhausted 
and i could forget the words just one more time 
and hope that no one notices 

The thoughts fell by the wayside as clothes flew and sleek tanned limbs flashed in the sun 
before disappearing beneath the mild waves.

"Are you coming?" demanded the boy with an impatient yell as he bobbed in the water just 
offshore.

"Not with you all the way over there!" he shouted back, setting down the picnic basket he'd lost 
a coin toss over carrying.  "Come up here and handle it properly and we'll see," he muttered to 
himself, captivated by the less-than-graceful flopping and splashing made lovely simply because 
of who was doing it.

and whoever said there's nothing new under the sun 
never thought much about me 
yeah

well what's good for you is good for me 
and what's bad for you is bad for me 
what's good for you is good for me 
and what's bad for you is bad for me 

He pulled his attention away and concentrated on moving things around, telling himself he was 
not thinking what he knew he would think anyway.

Until a wet body plastered itself to him.

"Come in with me," was delivered in a teasing whine.

"The stuff-"

"Fuck the stuff.  I'm swimming in the Pacific and I want you to come with me."

well cars break down and people break down and other things break down too 
so let's go down together 
down together 
down together 
yeah let's go

Giving in, he tugged his shirt off and stripped to his swim trunks.

"I guess since this is your first time," he winked, loading the statement with innuendo.

"There are a lot of firsts I want to have with you," came the unexpectedly serious reply, 
shocking him to his core.

"We'll talk about some of them later...let's swim!"  And with that, Daniel ran and launched 
himself back into the ocean, leaving a very bemused Elijah gaping after him.

we could find a speck of dust and scribble down our life story