Bed - WIP: WW
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slodwick's hours. *bg* It's been ages since I've stayed up this late. I mean, I've done the whole online until you realise that the light isn't traffic, it's dawn thing, but since I do need to at least be able to remember my name tomorrow, it might be a good idea to get some actual sleep.
Quick rec, since I'm in a poetic Clex mood, to Signe's Hymns of You. Poetic, lyrical style that just seems so intimate. Very nice.
There is something about the early hours of the morning that makes me write (could have something to do with losing the concentration level to read... *g*), so it's WiP time.
Untitled WW: Sam/Josh
Tuesday Night
It was the urgent rapping on his door that woke Josh up. Stumbling out of bed, he cursed the insistent banging as he made his way to the door. Wrenching it open with a muttered "What the hell..." he found Sam.
"I was wrong."
"What?" Standing there in his boxers and t-shirt, Josh shivered at the draft from the doorway. He flicked on the light, telling Sam, "Get in. Come in. Whatever."
Sam took a few step inside, really only far enough to allow Josh to close the door behind him. "I was wrong."
"For waking me up at this time? Yeah."
"What time is it?" Sam asked, looking slightly chargrined.
"It's..." Josh turned his wrist over, then looked back up to Sam. "It's late enough that I'm not wearing my watch. What's this about?"
Now that he had the chance to have a better look at Sam, he realised that Sam was right. There was something wrong. It wasn't Sam's clothes (dark suit, light shirt and a woolen coat covering it all) so much as the way Sam was wearing them. His shoulders were hunched, his arms crossed tightly in front of him, his head bowed slightly. It was... wrong. Just wrong.
"You were asleep?"
"Yeah, it's what normal people do when it gets dark. Or so I've heard," Josh joked and watched the solemn, uncertain expression in Sam's blue eyes. "What was it that couldn't wait 'til morning?"
"I think I was wrong. I just... I needed you to know."
"If this is about the trade thing, yeah, I know. It's why we didn't go with your suggestion. It wouldn't have worked." He tried to stifle a yawn, but it escaped regardless.
Sam's eyes widened at the sound, and he looked around the room. "I shouldn't have... I'm sorry. Go back to bed. I'll see myself out."
"Nah. I'll make coffee, I'll be awake, we'll talk." Josh said, managing to stifle his second yawn. "If it's dragged you over here, it must be important."
Sam shook his head. "It really isn't. I'll see you tomorrow," Sam said as he made his way to the door.
"Sam," he waited until Sam turned around before continuing. "I think that's technically today. Just, later today."
"I'm sorry." For a split second, he had the surreal conviction that Sam was about to cry. Then Sam opened the door and was gone in a gust of cold air and dark wool. Running a hand through his hair, Josh wondered if it was worth just going in to the office now, but decided he should at least make the pretense of attempting to get back to sleep. He crawled back under his covers, and it seemed like he only closed his eyes for a second, before the alarm's shrill beep urged him into the shower.
***
Wednesday Night
"Hey."
"Hey," Sam said, looking up from his screen as Josh wandered into his office and took the chair opposite him. There were a files on Sam's desk, his computer opened in front of him and a pad of paper covered in Sam's looping scrawl.
"Haven't seen you around today."
"I've been holed up in here. Working on the recommendations." It was strangely reassuring to see and hear Sam like that, back to normal, but Josh couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. He couldn't put his finger on it, couldn't have identified it if you asked him. But still, there was... something.
"You still working?" Sam just nodded, typing something out, his dark head bent over the keyboard. "Gonna finish any time soon?"
"Umm... There's a lot of work here, Josh. I was planning on staying back tonight and getting a head start." Sam fingers clacked busily on the keys, the light from the white screen reflected in his glasses.
"Play truant. Grab something to eat with me."
Sam rustled through the papers on his desk, breifly looking up at Josh. "Why?"
"Well, for one thing, you can explain about last night." Josh grinned at Sam's embarrassed look.
"I really am sorry. I don't know what came over me." Earnest eyes, and a bright flash of smile, and it should have been fine. It shouldn't have been putting Josh on edge.
"Well, you can make up for it by paying for food. Specifically, my food."
Sam should have laughed. Or at least smiled, but he only looked up with an expression of polite annoyance. "You're not going to leave until I agree to buy you dinner, is that it?"
"Yeah. C'mon. Get your coat and let's get out of here."
"Josh." Sam took his glasses off, and pinched his nose, but made no move to stand or tidy his desk.
"Yeah?" Josh queried, standing up.
"It's a lot of work to do."
He sighed. "Ainsley could help."
"No. I can do it." There was something there. Something about the determined flint to his voice, the steel in that blue gaze. It was in the tense set of Sam's shoulders, and the white knuckled grip on his pen.
"Then come back to the office later. Do it then. But come out with me now." Josh knew he'd won by the small defeated sigh, by the slouching of shirt-covered shoulders. He couldn't resist smirking and added, "Since you're paying, you might as well drive."
***
Oh,oxoniensis, did I give you details regarding the Sam/Josh vid? Or did I just mean to? I can't remember. Anyway, the site for the vid is here. I just emailed the vidder and asked politely, and he put it up on FTP for me to download. It's worth the download time, believe me.
slodwick's hours. *bg* It's been ages since I've stayed up this late. I mean, I've done the whole online until you realise that the light isn't traffic, it's dawn thing, but since I do need to at least be able to remember my name tomorrow, it might be a good idea to get some actual sleep.Quick rec, since I'm in a poetic Clex mood, to Signe's Hymns of You. Poetic, lyrical style that just seems so intimate. Very nice.
There is something about the early hours of the morning that makes me write (could have something to do with losing the concentration level to read... *g*), so it's WiP time.
Untitled WW: Sam/Josh
Tuesday Night
It was the urgent rapping on his door that woke Josh up. Stumbling out of bed, he cursed the insistent banging as he made his way to the door. Wrenching it open with a muttered "What the hell..." he found Sam.
"I was wrong."
"What?" Standing there in his boxers and t-shirt, Josh shivered at the draft from the doorway. He flicked on the light, telling Sam, "Get in. Come in. Whatever."
Sam took a few step inside, really only far enough to allow Josh to close the door behind him. "I was wrong."
"For waking me up at this time? Yeah."
"What time is it?" Sam asked, looking slightly chargrined.
"It's..." Josh turned his wrist over, then looked back up to Sam. "It's late enough that I'm not wearing my watch. What's this about?"
Now that he had the chance to have a better look at Sam, he realised that Sam was right. There was something wrong. It wasn't Sam's clothes (dark suit, light shirt and a woolen coat covering it all) so much as the way Sam was wearing them. His shoulders were hunched, his arms crossed tightly in front of him, his head bowed slightly. It was... wrong. Just wrong.
"You were asleep?"
"Yeah, it's what normal people do when it gets dark. Or so I've heard," Josh joked and watched the solemn, uncertain expression in Sam's blue eyes. "What was it that couldn't wait 'til morning?"
"I think I was wrong. I just... I needed you to know."
"If this is about the trade thing, yeah, I know. It's why we didn't go with your suggestion. It wouldn't have worked." He tried to stifle a yawn, but it escaped regardless.
Sam's eyes widened at the sound, and he looked around the room. "I shouldn't have... I'm sorry. Go back to bed. I'll see myself out."
"Nah. I'll make coffee, I'll be awake, we'll talk." Josh said, managing to stifle his second yawn. "If it's dragged you over here, it must be important."
Sam shook his head. "It really isn't. I'll see you tomorrow," Sam said as he made his way to the door.
"Sam," he waited until Sam turned around before continuing. "I think that's technically today. Just, later today."
"I'm sorry." For a split second, he had the surreal conviction that Sam was about to cry. Then Sam opened the door and was gone in a gust of cold air and dark wool. Running a hand through his hair, Josh wondered if it was worth just going in to the office now, but decided he should at least make the pretense of attempting to get back to sleep. He crawled back under his covers, and it seemed like he only closed his eyes for a second, before the alarm's shrill beep urged him into the shower.
***
Wednesday Night
"Hey."
"Hey," Sam said, looking up from his screen as Josh wandered into his office and took the chair opposite him. There were a files on Sam's desk, his computer opened in front of him and a pad of paper covered in Sam's looping scrawl.
"Haven't seen you around today."
"I've been holed up in here. Working on the recommendations." It was strangely reassuring to see and hear Sam like that, back to normal, but Josh couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. He couldn't put his finger on it, couldn't have identified it if you asked him. But still, there was... something.
"You still working?" Sam just nodded, typing something out, his dark head bent over the keyboard. "Gonna finish any time soon?"
"Umm... There's a lot of work here, Josh. I was planning on staying back tonight and getting a head start." Sam fingers clacked busily on the keys, the light from the white screen reflected in his glasses.
"Play truant. Grab something to eat with me."
Sam rustled through the papers on his desk, breifly looking up at Josh. "Why?"
"Well, for one thing, you can explain about last night." Josh grinned at Sam's embarrassed look.
"I really am sorry. I don't know what came over me." Earnest eyes, and a bright flash of smile, and it should have been fine. It shouldn't have been putting Josh on edge.
"Well, you can make up for it by paying for food. Specifically, my food."
Sam should have laughed. Or at least smiled, but he only looked up with an expression of polite annoyance. "You're not going to leave until I agree to buy you dinner, is that it?"
"Yeah. C'mon. Get your coat and let's get out of here."
"Josh." Sam took his glasses off, and pinched his nose, but made no move to stand or tidy his desk.
"Yeah?" Josh queried, standing up.
"It's a lot of work to do."
He sighed. "Ainsley could help."
"No. I can do it." There was something there. Something about the determined flint to his voice, the steel in that blue gaze. It was in the tense set of Sam's shoulders, and the white knuckled grip on his pen.
"Then come back to the office later. Do it then. But come out with me now." Josh knew he'd won by the small defeated sigh, by the slouching of shirt-covered shoulders. He couldn't resist smirking and added, "Since you're paying, you might as well drive."
***
Oh,
oxoniensis, did I give you details regarding the Sam/Josh vid? Or did I just mean to? I can't remember. Anyway, the site for the vid is here. I just emailed the vidder and asked politely, and he put it up on FTP for me to download. It's worth the download time, believe me.
