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“Hows Charlie boy?” Sean asked from the backseat as an up-beat country song began to play. It sounded like all the country songs Marston had in his playlist. Catchy and rhythmic with honeycomb voices over layered guitars. Arthur glanced at Sean in the rear-view mirror and looked away before they could make eye contact.
“Fine, I guess,” he tapped his thumb against the steering wheel, in time with the beat absentmindedly. Maybe it was the determined silence in the ute, or the catchy beat, but Arthur didn’t hear the words at first. It wasn’t until the second chorus he realised what he was tapping along to.
He’s bouncing off my booty cheeks I love the way he rides, I can hardly breathe when he’s pumpin’ deep inside —
Arthur whirls round in the drivers seat. Sean has his upper body turned toward the window to hide his laughter, and Marston holds a hand to his mouth, trying and failing to cover his own shuddering smirk. Arthur shunts the ute into the shoulder with the engine still running.
“Get out.”
Or, the modern AU one in which Arthur is a recently divorced single dad trying to make ends meet and raise his son away from the influence of the Van der Linde gang.