Bathtime Beers - [Secret Santa Fic]
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blossomcup who asked for anything with Drew, and with a challenge like that how could i resist my (and as i've discovered, also her) OTP. So a little but of fluffy Drew/Greg. I'm not as happy as i'd like to be with it but here it is.
Title: Bathtime Beers
Pairing: Drew/Greg
Rating: PG13-ish
Summary: Drew gets over a break up with the help of some beer and a good friend.
Disclaimer: No beta, no confidence, no sleep!!!
Normally a man for showers; hot steamy and quick at the start of a long day it was a rare occasion for him to take a bath. Especially one in the dark with a case of beer. But here he is; sitting in blue boxers and a white t-shirt as the water cascades into his jumbo sized tub by the light of a single candle. It was the only one he could find but he felt like he needed it somehow.
So here he is, proof that fame, popularity and stacks of money were no armour against being dumped unceremoniously by phone. He feels he ought to be more upset, they had been going out for five months after all. Yet all he feels is empty. A kind of numb, ear-ringing empty which he is at a total loss to explain. So he doesn’t try.
He sits and stares at the water pummeling its way into the lake of bubbles and crashes another beer open. He reaches for his mobile for the twentieth time since she’d called. What did he think he was going to do? Call her back? Convince her that a chubby ex-sitcom actor who now hosted game shows was the right man for her? For anyone?
One hand trails the beer bottle through the white foam as his eyes lingers on the candle’s reflections on the brown glass. The other hand still pointlessly gripping the phone. His thumb strafes across the keys and the screen catches his eye as it lights up - an intake of breath and his thumb punches the CALL button.
It rings. He’s sure it’ll cut straight to the answer phone or ring out but after only five or six rings a familiar voice answers.
‘Drew? It’s late buddy...you ok?’
‘I know man, but i could use the company.’
‘You sound bummed.’
‘I am a bit, Katie dumped me...having a bath...drinking...feeling a bit lonely...’
‘No problem man, I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.’
‘Better make it longer else you’ll see the great whale in the bath.’
‘Moby Dick? I’ll be there...’
The phone rings off and Drew’s heart lightens a little. At least it’ll be someone to help him drink all this beer. He turns off the taps; one burning hot and the other wet with steam and condensation. He wipes a wet hand on his shirt and peels it off. Tossing it into the corner the boxers follow suit and he climbs gingerly into the tub. It’s a bit hot but he doesn’t really care.
Setting his beer by the taps he lies back and stares at the ceiling. Closing his eyes and opening them there’s little change in the dark. Eyes closed, dark room. Drew at work, Drew at home. No difference there either. What you see is what you get and he’s regretting that now. Had she just taken advantage of him? Did she ever really care? More importantly, had he? Did he?
Reflecting on it with no one there to judge him, he admits that he might not have cared as much as he could have. And maybe being seen with a young blonde starlet was more desirable than actually being with one. He slugs at his beer and screws his eyes closed. He was one of those TV guys; using women then moving on. How had that happened? That wasn’t him, he used to be a nice guy.
The door clicks in the hallway and he calls out, ‘I’m in here. I’ll be out in five minutes, make yourself at home.’
No answer, and then suddenly a rectangle of blinding light floods the bathroom as the door opens and a figure looms in the doorway. ‘Five minutes man?’
‘Hey Drew. You look like shit. Can i come in?’
‘Umm, I guess so. leave the light off though. Want a beer?’
‘Hell yeah! Thanks.’
‘So...’ He feels awkward and exposed lying naked in front of one of his closest friends. Mercifully he thinks the bubbles cover most of him.
‘So?’
‘So, I’m not sad, sad. But i feel like a shit.’
‘Why? Cos she was a shiny faced user?’
‘Hey man that’s my ex-girlfriend you’re badmouthing!’ they share a laugh and the other man sits on the toilet next to the bathtub. ‘I guess she was, but wasn’t I just as bad?’
‘I dunno Drew, you were always a gentleman.’
The other man fiddles nervously with his cuffs while he talks. Despite the darkness Drew notices.
‘Are you ok?’
‘Yeah, just bummed for you man.’
‘Oh?’
‘Yeah, no more sweet blonde twenty-five year old candy!’
Drew stares at his companion through the dim flickering candlelight.
‘Uh huh. Ohkaaaay then.’
‘What?’
‘You know i don’t think you could sound less believable if you tried.’
‘Who me?’ The man on the toilet’s face lights up behind his glasses, ‘But, I want candy!’ he sings and grins at the bubble covered Drew. ‘Well. I might. You don’t know.’
‘I’ve never so much as seen you look at a blonde twenty something.’
‘Maybe i just need to find the right candy, man.’
‘Maybe i do too.’
They both drain their beers and reach for another. Fingers bump together as they grasp in the dark for bottles and two pairs of eyes flash in the flamelight and meet each other for a split second. Silence reigns and neither man moves. Both pairs of eyes are locked on the beers and their fingers, frozen in motion.
A minute passes and with a gulp one man stretches his fingers out to interlock with those of the other hand. Linked at the fingertips, their eyes meet again and Drew gives his friend’s hand a squeeze. Brushing an errant flick of hair off his on forehead with his free hand the other man leans toward Drew and brushes his lips against Drew’s. Gentle as the beat of a butterfly wing he’s moving away as quickly as he moved toward him. Fingers still linked he drops to his knees next to the tub and takes Drew’s face with his free hand. His thumb by Drew’s eye and fingers on his cheek and ear; a warmth fills Drew’s body from the head down. His mouth opens and closes soundlessly like a redundant fish.
‘Well are you going to gape all day Drew? Or are you going to kiss me back?’
Without a word Drew breaks his fingers free and moving in the bath so he can better reach, takes the other man by the shoulders and pulls him over into a hot, wet kiss.
‘Come on then Candyman, I can’t kneel here all day. Are you getting your ass out off that bath so we can drink some more beer or not?’
‘Uhh, maybe i better wait a minute.’ Drew replies looking down at himself in the bath. The other man leans over and adjusting his tinted spectacles on his nose grins.
‘Ah the Great White Whale!’
Drew blushes and throws a playful punch.
‘Shut up man!’
‘I’ve got a better idea than beer’
Grinning a shark’s grin, he stands up and drops his jacket to the floor and starts unbuttoning his shirt.
‘Is there room for two in there Moby Dick?’
“There’s always room for you Greg.’ and as Drew says it he realises how true it is.
blossomcup who asked for anything with Drew, and with a challenge like that how could i resist my (and as i've discovered, also her) OTP. So a little but of fluffy Drew/Greg. I'm not as happy as i'd like to be with it but here it is.Title: Bathtime Beers
Pairing: Drew/Greg
Rating: PG13-ish
Summary: Drew gets over a break up with the help of some beer and a good friend.
Disclaimer: No beta, no confidence, no sleep!!!
Normally a man for showers; hot steamy and quick at the start of a long day it was a rare occasion for him to take a bath. Especially one in the dark with a case of beer. But here he is; sitting in blue boxers and a white t-shirt as the water cascades into his jumbo sized tub by the light of a single candle. It was the only one he could find but he felt like he needed it somehow.
So here he is, proof that fame, popularity and stacks of money were no armour against being dumped unceremoniously by phone. He feels he ought to be more upset, they had been going out for five months after all. Yet all he feels is empty. A kind of numb, ear-ringing empty which he is at a total loss to explain. So he doesn’t try.
He sits and stares at the water pummeling its way into the lake of bubbles and crashes another beer open. He reaches for his mobile for the twentieth time since she’d called. What did he think he was going to do? Call her back? Convince her that a chubby ex-sitcom actor who now hosted game shows was the right man for her? For anyone?
One hand trails the beer bottle through the white foam as his eyes lingers on the candle’s reflections on the brown glass. The other hand still pointlessly gripping the phone. His thumb strafes across the keys and the screen catches his eye as it lights up - an intake of breath and his thumb punches the CALL button.
It rings. He’s sure it’ll cut straight to the answer phone or ring out but after only five or six rings a familiar voice answers.
‘Drew? It’s late buddy...you ok?’
‘I know man, but i could use the company.’
‘You sound bummed.’
‘I am a bit, Katie dumped me...having a bath...drinking...feeling a bit lonely...’
‘No problem man, I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.’
‘Better make it longer else you’ll see the great whale in the bath.’
‘Moby Dick? I’ll be there...’
The phone rings off and Drew’s heart lightens a little. At least it’ll be someone to help him drink all this beer. He turns off the taps; one burning hot and the other wet with steam and condensation. He wipes a wet hand on his shirt and peels it off. Tossing it into the corner the boxers follow suit and he climbs gingerly into the tub. It’s a bit hot but he doesn’t really care.
Setting his beer by the taps he lies back and stares at the ceiling. Closing his eyes and opening them there’s little change in the dark. Eyes closed, dark room. Drew at work, Drew at home. No difference there either. What you see is what you get and he’s regretting that now. Had she just taken advantage of him? Did she ever really care? More importantly, had he? Did he?
Reflecting on it with no one there to judge him, he admits that he might not have cared as much as he could have. And maybe being seen with a young blonde starlet was more desirable than actually being with one. He slugs at his beer and screws his eyes closed. He was one of those TV guys; using women then moving on. How had that happened? That wasn’t him, he used to be a nice guy.
The door clicks in the hallway and he calls out, ‘I’m in here. I’ll be out in five minutes, make yourself at home.’
No answer, and then suddenly a rectangle of blinding light floods the bathroom as the door opens and a figure looms in the doorway. ‘Five minutes man?’
‘Hey Drew. You look like shit. Can i come in?’
‘Umm, I guess so. leave the light off though. Want a beer?’
‘Hell yeah! Thanks.’
‘So...’ He feels awkward and exposed lying naked in front of one of his closest friends. Mercifully he thinks the bubbles cover most of him.
‘So?’
‘So, I’m not sad, sad. But i feel like a shit.’
‘Why? Cos she was a shiny faced user?’
‘Hey man that’s my ex-girlfriend you’re badmouthing!’ they share a laugh and the other man sits on the toilet next to the bathtub. ‘I guess she was, but wasn’t I just as bad?’
‘I dunno Drew, you were always a gentleman.’
The other man fiddles nervously with his cuffs while he talks. Despite the darkness Drew notices.
‘Are you ok?’
‘Yeah, just bummed for you man.’
‘Oh?’
‘Yeah, no more sweet blonde twenty-five year old candy!’
Drew stares at his companion through the dim flickering candlelight.
‘Uh huh. Ohkaaaay then.’
‘What?’
‘You know i don’t think you could sound less believable if you tried.’
‘Who me?’ The man on the toilet’s face lights up behind his glasses, ‘But, I want candy!’ he sings and grins at the bubble covered Drew. ‘Well. I might. You don’t know.’
‘I’ve never so much as seen you look at a blonde twenty something.’
‘Maybe i just need to find the right candy, man.’
‘Maybe i do too.’
They both drain their beers and reach for another. Fingers bump together as they grasp in the dark for bottles and two pairs of eyes flash in the flamelight and meet each other for a split second. Silence reigns and neither man moves. Both pairs of eyes are locked on the beers and their fingers, frozen in motion.
A minute passes and with a gulp one man stretches his fingers out to interlock with those of the other hand. Linked at the fingertips, their eyes meet again and Drew gives his friend’s hand a squeeze. Brushing an errant flick of hair off his on forehead with his free hand the other man leans toward Drew and brushes his lips against Drew’s. Gentle as the beat of a butterfly wing he’s moving away as quickly as he moved toward him. Fingers still linked he drops to his knees next to the tub and takes Drew’s face with his free hand. His thumb by Drew’s eye and fingers on his cheek and ear; a warmth fills Drew’s body from the head down. His mouth opens and closes soundlessly like a redundant fish.
‘Well are you going to gape all day Drew? Or are you going to kiss me back?’
Without a word Drew breaks his fingers free and moving in the bath so he can better reach, takes the other man by the shoulders and pulls him over into a hot, wet kiss.
‘Come on then Candyman, I can’t kneel here all day. Are you getting your ass out off that bath so we can drink some more beer or not?’
‘Uhh, maybe i better wait a minute.’ Drew replies looking down at himself in the bath. The other man leans over and adjusting his tinted spectacles on his nose grins.
‘Ah the Great White Whale!’
Drew blushes and throws a playful punch.
‘Shut up man!’
‘I’ve got a better idea than beer’
Grinning a shark’s grin, he stands up and drops his jacket to the floor and starts unbuttoning his shirt.
‘Is there room for two in there Moby Dick?’
“There’s always room for you Greg.’ and as Drew says it he realises how true it is.
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