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wl_fanfictionTITLE: Giving Thanks
PAIRING: Ultimately Brad/Jeff, with cameos of Chip/Wayne and Ryan/Colin
RATING: You know, PG and stuff..
SUMMARY: The Whoser gang get together for Thanksgiving and there is some confusion between friends and lovers.
DISCLAIMER/AN: I don't own anyone or anything, but I did make the turkey... And I guess this could be considered a tiny sliver of AU because...Chip doesn't really live in Jamestown... Aaaaaand this is a bit of Holiday Spirit-y fic, since it's almost Thanksgiving... Almost.
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I walked through the door and the smell hit me so hard I almost fell over. It looked like the homes you see in commercials and movies, I never knew that people actually decorated this well, or made food that smelled so good, either. Walking in further I was met by Colin and Greg who led me into the living room where Ryan, Drew, and Wayne were seated on the couch watching TV. Chip was coming out of the kitchen with an apron on, and I laughed when I saw that it had some lovely frills placed about it. He waved and then motioned for Wayne to follow him, asking for help in the kitchen. Wayne happily obliged and I was left sitting next to Ryan.
"You look like hell; long drive, I take it?" Ryan poked me in the shoulder. Colin came over sitting on the arm of the couch, nodding.
"Don't worry," he said. "I didn't know Chip lived up this far either..." Colin was right. I didn't think that I'd have to go from LA to Jamestown; but hey, what was I going to do?
"It was beautiful, though, driving up.." I said. That much was true, there was green all around; I remembered that Chip told me before that this was an old mining town. It was a small community, but it had a certain subtle feel to it. I knew that I'd never survive here, I was a city kid, and I'd probably choke on all the fresh air.
The doorbell rang and I got up to go answer it. Instead, Greg had beat me to it and opened the door to reveal Brad, standing in the dimming sunlight, wearing his all-too-familiar black and white striped shirt. I smiled and was about to go greet him until I was beat to that, too, by Greg. He gave him a hug and was holding on a bit too long before I finally came over.
"Hey, long drive?" I asked him, and he pulled me into a hug too.
"Long enough," he replied. "It was quiet..." I let everyone else get a hold of him, saying their hello's and how are you's. I went into the kitchen to see how everything was coming along and saw that Chip was behind Wayne, holding onto his hands trying to guide him, as it were, on how to mix sugar into the chocolate pie mix. Wayne stuck his finger into the bowl, swirling it around in the chocolate, and then bringing his finger up to Chip's nose. Before craziness could ensue I nervously cleared my throat and the two men both jumped in unison. Chip wiped his hands on his frilly apron and Wayne casually leaned on the counter.
"Jeff! What's up?" Chip asked me. I brought a hand up to my lips to keep from laughing and thought that I wouldn't say anything about what I'd just seen. Bothering them about it certainly couldn't cover up for the humiliation they both shared when I walked in on them.
"I was just wondering how it was coming along, you know.." I said. Chip then wiped his hands again, a habit, I noticed, that was a nervous reaction. He smiled and nodded at me.
"It's almost done, so...You know, just a little while longer?" he said. I nodded and then watched them scurry around the kitchen together, cleaning things, preparing and cooking things. Somehow the kitchen managed to stay clean through all the chaos, and I realized just how crazy some of the people I knew were; you never messed with Chip when he was cleaning.
I walked back into the living room and saw that Drew was napping on the couch and Colin and Ryan were playing cards on the table. There was no sign of Greg or Brad, so I decided to wander down the hall in search of them. As I approached the end of the hall I could hear Greg's soft voice float out from under a door.
"Well, what about, simply, I love you?" Greg said. The second voice was, of course, Brad.
"Really? I mean, are you sure?"
"Quite..." I got a nervous and queasy feeling in the bottom of my stomach. I knew that I was not supposed to hear that, and I wished that I hadn't; and on top of the queasy, nervousness, I was angry. I wanted to barge right into the room and hit Greg hard in the face. I didn't even know why. I didn't know why or when I'd stuck my fingers on the door handle, ready to grab it hard and twist it so the door was pushed open, me running into the room and hitting Greg square in the face. Why was I so angry that Greg had basically just said 'I love you' to Brad?
"Jeff? What're you...I mean...You...What are you doing here?" I never noticed the door swing open and reveal a confused-looking Greg and nervous-looking Brad in the way. I retreated my outstretched hand and brought it to scratch the back of my head. I looked around the dark hallway for a moment before improvising.
"This house is so big...I got lost..uh...Looking for the bathroom, you know?" I blinked and waited for them to say something. Greg merely pointed behind me and I thanked him, going into the bathroom and waiting in the doorway. I watched the two walk down the long hall, and I shut the door quickly as Brad looked behind him. I locked it and sat down on the toilet. I shoved my hands into the pockets of my blazer and sighed.
'So what if Greg loves Brad,' I thought. 'Brad didn't say he loved Greg. Why does it even matter to you?' I heard Chip yell the call for dinner and heard shuffling and chairs being moved out in the dining room. I took in a calming breath and went out, flushing the toilet on my way as a habit.
I took a seat at the table and waited for everyone else to take what they wanted before putting anything on my plate. I took only a small piece of anything and pretty much everything, and filling up my glass to it's fullest with wine. Drew took a curious look at me as he rubbed his eyes.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked me quietly. I shook my head, not even meeting his eyes at all. I just wanted to get over with dinner so I could get the hell out of there, but knowing how much I was about, and wanted to drink, I wouldn't be going anywhere.
All through dinner I couldn't help but stare at Greg and Brad. I sat across from both of them, who were sitting next to eachother. There was hardly conversation at all, no one seemed to have anything interesting to say. I myself had a couple of things; Wayne and Chip were earlier frolicking in chocolate and I'd heard Greg's confession that he loved Brad. For the better I said nothing, I wasn't going to interfere.
After dinner some of us were a little less than sober. Chip suggested we all stay the night, and no one was likely to decline. Everything was calming down and getting quieter. I sat down on one of the barstools in the kitchen and I could hear a conversation going on between Ryan and Colin who were out on the back porch.
"D'you think that someday the sun will explode on us?" Ryan was obviously drunk, and the Canadian was sober.
"What?" Colin asked him.
"The sun..it's going to explode someday, you know..."
"I guess it will...Why d'you say?" Colin looked to his friend. I didn't know why I was so intent on listening to their conversation, but sometimes when they were left alone Ryan and Colin would become a philosophical pair and get into such deep conversations. I wondered what their wives would say if they knew how deep their conversations were rather than with eachother.
I heard some giggles coming from the living room and when I got up to see there was soft music as well. Wayne and Chip were drunk, dancing. It was dark, I could barely see them in the twilight of the moon shining through the big window. I saw Wayne take hold of Chip and then dip him quickly, catching him in a kiss. Out of reaction and a little surprise I gasped, and then Wayne proceeded to drop Chip onto the floor.
"Damn it! God, that hurt..." Chip whined.
"Who's there?" Wayne called. I stood away from the wall and waved.
"It's just me..." I said. He hurriedly picked Chip up off of the floor, muttering an 'I'm sorry' and then they both approached me, giggling some more as Wayne crashed his hip into the side of his friend.
"You...I know you...You're.." I could smell heavy alcohol on Wayne's breath and I had to take a step back. Chip pushed him slightly and he stuck his hand in the air and then pointed at me.
"You love Brad!" I stopped and blinked. That nervous, queasy feeling came back. The room started spinning and I felt like I could throw up on Chip.
"What?" I tried to sound calm and collected, but the shakiness of my voice was apparent. He was just drunk, I told myself.
"You, Jeff! You love him...Brad...!" Chip was trying to whisper but it was coming out more loudly than I wanted.
"No I--"
"Yes! You do! We all know, and I think that you should tell him...I do!" Chip stumbled as he swayed from foot to foot, his movements were overly dramatic.
"Well, then too bad for me because Brad loves Greg..." I said in a stern voice. I tried playing it off like I didn't know what he was talking about, I still thought he was lying to me, or that he was just plain drunk. I couldn't love Brad...It was just impossible at this point.
"No, no!" Wayne swung his hand around and repeated a few more 'no's' before he could say anything else. "He does *not* love Greg!" I shook my head and turned the other way to start down the hall and I heard the heavy thud of Chip passing out on the floor. I looked back and laughed. What a dumb conversation, how stupid they were to believe I loved Brad.
How stupid I was to believe I didn't love Brad. It hit me right as I spotted him sleeping on Chip's bed. I stood in the open doorway, the shining twilight was reflecting off of his smooth skin, and I could hear his soft breathing as he slept. Greg was also there, but he was sleeping in a chair at the foot of the bed. I didn't care about Greg anymore.
Edging closer to the bed, I carefully sat down next to Brad, trying not to wake him. I eased myself down to lay next to him and I stared. He looked so peaceful when he was sleeping...
"You know, you wouldn't want to wake him up..." I jumped a little as I heard Greg's voice from the chair.
"I--I was just...I...There was no place else to sleep! I didn't think Brad would mind..." I started mumbling excuses for my being there and I could see Greg shake his head.
"I'll just leave..." I saw him get up and start for the door but I slid off the bed and caught him by the shoulder.
"Wait--Greg...I...heard you guys earlier today...That you...love Brad...I just--" Greg let out a laugh and clapped me on the shoulder, walking out. At this point I was horribly confused. Why did Greg leave me with Brad? Why did he just laugh? Maybe he doesn't know that I love Brad too...
"Jeff?" Brad's voice caught my ear and I spun around.
"Brad! Um..." I looked around the room. What was my excuse going to be this time?
"Come sit down..." I was more confused than ever now. I said nothing but I hesitated a bit, shuffling towards the bed. He was sitting up now, legs wrapped in a few blankets. I sat down next to him and scooted away just a little.
"I just wanted to say...that...well--" Brad was talking but I couldn't take it anymore, I couldn't help myself. I felt it coming out of my mouth as I cut him off.
"Look, I know that you love Greg, I'm sure that you heard what I told him, and I didn't mean to listen, I was just there, ok? I'm sorry that I'm trying to interfere with you guys, but I just...I just...I love you! And it doesn't matter anymore whether you love me or not, because I just...don't care anymore!" I closed my eyes tightly in anticipation of his response. I didn't expect what I got. A laugh and a kiss.
"Oh!" I squeaked and Brad was kissing me. I was quite taken aback for sure, but I didn't say a word nor protest this. I was suddenly confused and half through this kiss I stopped him, hesitantly, to question.
"This isn't fair to Greg, Brad...I mean--" I tried to finish but Brad erupted in laughter. I shook my head and sighed. I wasn't getting anywhere...
"What the fuck is so funny?" I put an angry look on my face, adding a bit of concern to my voice. Brad stopped laughing to look at me, but he was still shuddering with a bit of laughter.
"It's just that...hah! You think I love Greg?" Brad laughed some more and I got up in rage.
"WELL THEN WHAT IS IT!?" I screamed. Brad stopped laughing and gave me a serious look. I was breathing hard and I could hear some of the others stirring around in the living room. Brad got up and shushed me, sitting me back down on the bed. He held me close to him in a hug and I sighed again.
"It's really that I love you, Jeff...Not Greg...He was just helping me out! I didn't know what to say to you, Jeff...We've been meeting up for a while and we've been talking about it, I thought this might be a good time, you know? He's just been helping me," Brad took my face in his hands and I looked at him in astonishment.
"Not Greg? I-I mean...Me?"
"Not Greg, you." I laughed this time. I felt so stupid now for yelling at him. He kissed me again and when we parted I could see Greg standing in the doorway. I smiled at him.
"Thanks."
PAIRING: Ultimately Brad/Jeff, with cameos of Chip/Wayne and Ryan/Colin
RATING: You know, PG and stuff..
SUMMARY: The Whoser gang get together for Thanksgiving and there is some confusion between friends and lovers.
DISCLAIMER/AN: I don't own anyone or anything, but I did make the turkey... And I guess this could be considered a tiny sliver of AU because...Chip doesn't really live in Jamestown... Aaaaaand this is a bit of Holiday Spirit-y fic, since it's almost Thanksgiving... Almost.
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I walked through the door and the smell hit me so hard I almost fell over. It looked like the homes you see in commercials and movies, I never knew that people actually decorated this well, or made food that smelled so good, either. Walking in further I was met by Colin and Greg who led me into the living room where Ryan, Drew, and Wayne were seated on the couch watching TV. Chip was coming out of the kitchen with an apron on, and I laughed when I saw that it had some lovely frills placed about it. He waved and then motioned for Wayne to follow him, asking for help in the kitchen. Wayne happily obliged and I was left sitting next to Ryan.
"You look like hell; long drive, I take it?" Ryan poked me in the shoulder. Colin came over sitting on the arm of the couch, nodding.
"Don't worry," he said. "I didn't know Chip lived up this far either..." Colin was right. I didn't think that I'd have to go from LA to Jamestown; but hey, what was I going to do?
"It was beautiful, though, driving up.." I said. That much was true, there was green all around; I remembered that Chip told me before that this was an old mining town. It was a small community, but it had a certain subtle feel to it. I knew that I'd never survive here, I was a city kid, and I'd probably choke on all the fresh air.
The doorbell rang and I got up to go answer it. Instead, Greg had beat me to it and opened the door to reveal Brad, standing in the dimming sunlight, wearing his all-too-familiar black and white striped shirt. I smiled and was about to go greet him until I was beat to that, too, by Greg. He gave him a hug and was holding on a bit too long before I finally came over.
"Hey, long drive?" I asked him, and he pulled me into a hug too.
"Long enough," he replied. "It was quiet..." I let everyone else get a hold of him, saying their hello's and how are you's. I went into the kitchen to see how everything was coming along and saw that Chip was behind Wayne, holding onto his hands trying to guide him, as it were, on how to mix sugar into the chocolate pie mix. Wayne stuck his finger into the bowl, swirling it around in the chocolate, and then bringing his finger up to Chip's nose. Before craziness could ensue I nervously cleared my throat and the two men both jumped in unison. Chip wiped his hands on his frilly apron and Wayne casually leaned on the counter.
"Jeff! What's up?" Chip asked me. I brought a hand up to my lips to keep from laughing and thought that I wouldn't say anything about what I'd just seen. Bothering them about it certainly couldn't cover up for the humiliation they both shared when I walked in on them.
"I was just wondering how it was coming along, you know.." I said. Chip then wiped his hands again, a habit, I noticed, that was a nervous reaction. He smiled and nodded at me.
"It's almost done, so...You know, just a little while longer?" he said. I nodded and then watched them scurry around the kitchen together, cleaning things, preparing and cooking things. Somehow the kitchen managed to stay clean through all the chaos, and I realized just how crazy some of the people I knew were; you never messed with Chip when he was cleaning.
I walked back into the living room and saw that Drew was napping on the couch and Colin and Ryan were playing cards on the table. There was no sign of Greg or Brad, so I decided to wander down the hall in search of them. As I approached the end of the hall I could hear Greg's soft voice float out from under a door.
"Well, what about, simply, I love you?" Greg said. The second voice was, of course, Brad.
"Really? I mean, are you sure?"
"Quite..." I got a nervous and queasy feeling in the bottom of my stomach. I knew that I was not supposed to hear that, and I wished that I hadn't; and on top of the queasy, nervousness, I was angry. I wanted to barge right into the room and hit Greg hard in the face. I didn't even know why. I didn't know why or when I'd stuck my fingers on the door handle, ready to grab it hard and twist it so the door was pushed open, me running into the room and hitting Greg square in the face. Why was I so angry that Greg had basically just said 'I love you' to Brad?
"Jeff? What're you...I mean...You...What are you doing here?" I never noticed the door swing open and reveal a confused-looking Greg and nervous-looking Brad in the way. I retreated my outstretched hand and brought it to scratch the back of my head. I looked around the dark hallway for a moment before improvising.
"This house is so big...I got lost..uh...Looking for the bathroom, you know?" I blinked and waited for them to say something. Greg merely pointed behind me and I thanked him, going into the bathroom and waiting in the doorway. I watched the two walk down the long hall, and I shut the door quickly as Brad looked behind him. I locked it and sat down on the toilet. I shoved my hands into the pockets of my blazer and sighed.
'So what if Greg loves Brad,' I thought. 'Brad didn't say he loved Greg. Why does it even matter to you?' I heard Chip yell the call for dinner and heard shuffling and chairs being moved out in the dining room. I took in a calming breath and went out, flushing the toilet on my way as a habit.
I took a seat at the table and waited for everyone else to take what they wanted before putting anything on my plate. I took only a small piece of anything and pretty much everything, and filling up my glass to it's fullest with wine. Drew took a curious look at me as he rubbed his eyes.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked me quietly. I shook my head, not even meeting his eyes at all. I just wanted to get over with dinner so I could get the hell out of there, but knowing how much I was about, and wanted to drink, I wouldn't be going anywhere.
All through dinner I couldn't help but stare at Greg and Brad. I sat across from both of them, who were sitting next to eachother. There was hardly conversation at all, no one seemed to have anything interesting to say. I myself had a couple of things; Wayne and Chip were earlier frolicking in chocolate and I'd heard Greg's confession that he loved Brad. For the better I said nothing, I wasn't going to interfere.
After dinner some of us were a little less than sober. Chip suggested we all stay the night, and no one was likely to decline. Everything was calming down and getting quieter. I sat down on one of the barstools in the kitchen and I could hear a conversation going on between Ryan and Colin who were out on the back porch.
"D'you think that someday the sun will explode on us?" Ryan was obviously drunk, and the Canadian was sober.
"What?" Colin asked him.
"The sun..it's going to explode someday, you know..."
"I guess it will...Why d'you say?" Colin looked to his friend. I didn't know why I was so intent on listening to their conversation, but sometimes when they were left alone Ryan and Colin would become a philosophical pair and get into such deep conversations. I wondered what their wives would say if they knew how deep their conversations were rather than with eachother.
I heard some giggles coming from the living room and when I got up to see there was soft music as well. Wayne and Chip were drunk, dancing. It was dark, I could barely see them in the twilight of the moon shining through the big window. I saw Wayne take hold of Chip and then dip him quickly, catching him in a kiss. Out of reaction and a little surprise I gasped, and then Wayne proceeded to drop Chip onto the floor.
"Damn it! God, that hurt..." Chip whined.
"Who's there?" Wayne called. I stood away from the wall and waved.
"It's just me..." I said. He hurriedly picked Chip up off of the floor, muttering an 'I'm sorry' and then they both approached me, giggling some more as Wayne crashed his hip into the side of his friend.
"You...I know you...You're.." I could smell heavy alcohol on Wayne's breath and I had to take a step back. Chip pushed him slightly and he stuck his hand in the air and then pointed at me.
"You love Brad!" I stopped and blinked. That nervous, queasy feeling came back. The room started spinning and I felt like I could throw up on Chip.
"What?" I tried to sound calm and collected, but the shakiness of my voice was apparent. He was just drunk, I told myself.
"You, Jeff! You love him...Brad...!" Chip was trying to whisper but it was coming out more loudly than I wanted.
"No I--"
"Yes! You do! We all know, and I think that you should tell him...I do!" Chip stumbled as he swayed from foot to foot, his movements were overly dramatic.
"Well, then too bad for me because Brad loves Greg..." I said in a stern voice. I tried playing it off like I didn't know what he was talking about, I still thought he was lying to me, or that he was just plain drunk. I couldn't love Brad...It was just impossible at this point.
"No, no!" Wayne swung his hand around and repeated a few more 'no's' before he could say anything else. "He does *not* love Greg!" I shook my head and turned the other way to start down the hall and I heard the heavy thud of Chip passing out on the floor. I looked back and laughed. What a dumb conversation, how stupid they were to believe I loved Brad.
How stupid I was to believe I didn't love Brad. It hit me right as I spotted him sleeping on Chip's bed. I stood in the open doorway, the shining twilight was reflecting off of his smooth skin, and I could hear his soft breathing as he slept. Greg was also there, but he was sleeping in a chair at the foot of the bed. I didn't care about Greg anymore.
Edging closer to the bed, I carefully sat down next to Brad, trying not to wake him. I eased myself down to lay next to him and I stared. He looked so peaceful when he was sleeping...
"You know, you wouldn't want to wake him up..." I jumped a little as I heard Greg's voice from the chair.
"I--I was just...I...There was no place else to sleep! I didn't think Brad would mind..." I started mumbling excuses for my being there and I could see Greg shake his head.
"I'll just leave..." I saw him get up and start for the door but I slid off the bed and caught him by the shoulder.
"Wait--Greg...I...heard you guys earlier today...That you...love Brad...I just--" Greg let out a laugh and clapped me on the shoulder, walking out. At this point I was horribly confused. Why did Greg leave me with Brad? Why did he just laugh? Maybe he doesn't know that I love Brad too...
"Jeff?" Brad's voice caught my ear and I spun around.
"Brad! Um..." I looked around the room. What was my excuse going to be this time?
"Come sit down..." I was more confused than ever now. I said nothing but I hesitated a bit, shuffling towards the bed. He was sitting up now, legs wrapped in a few blankets. I sat down next to him and scooted away just a little.
"I just wanted to say...that...well--" Brad was talking but I couldn't take it anymore, I couldn't help myself. I felt it coming out of my mouth as I cut him off.
"Look, I know that you love Greg, I'm sure that you heard what I told him, and I didn't mean to listen, I was just there, ok? I'm sorry that I'm trying to interfere with you guys, but I just...I just...I love you! And it doesn't matter anymore whether you love me or not, because I just...don't care anymore!" I closed my eyes tightly in anticipation of his response. I didn't expect what I got. A laugh and a kiss.
"Oh!" I squeaked and Brad was kissing me. I was quite taken aback for sure, but I didn't say a word nor protest this. I was suddenly confused and half through this kiss I stopped him, hesitantly, to question.
"This isn't fair to Greg, Brad...I mean--" I tried to finish but Brad erupted in laughter. I shook my head and sighed. I wasn't getting anywhere...
"What the fuck is so funny?" I put an angry look on my face, adding a bit of concern to my voice. Brad stopped laughing to look at me, but he was still shuddering with a bit of laughter.
"It's just that...hah! You think I love Greg?" Brad laughed some more and I got up in rage.
"WELL THEN WHAT IS IT!?" I screamed. Brad stopped laughing and gave me a serious look. I was breathing hard and I could hear some of the others stirring around in the living room. Brad got up and shushed me, sitting me back down on the bed. He held me close to him in a hug and I sighed again.
"It's really that I love you, Jeff...Not Greg...He was just helping me out! I didn't know what to say to you, Jeff...We've been meeting up for a while and we've been talking about it, I thought this might be a good time, you know? He's just been helping me," Brad took my face in his hands and I looked at him in astonishment.
"Not Greg? I-I mean...Me?"
"Not Greg, you." I laughed this time. I felt so stupid now for yelling at him. He kissed me again and when we parted I could see Greg standing in the doorway. I smiled at him.
"Thanks."
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Date: 2005-11-10 07:15 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-11-11 06:19 am (UTC)I love how easily that fits them together. It's not a big deal because it's just right. It's natural. Excellent story! ^_^ And the Colin and Ryan conversation...I can so see them having that conversation.
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Date: 2008-05-28 07:26 am (UTC)That tickled my funny bone. I love the pairings you've chosen. I've always been a Chip/Wayne fan. Brad/Jeff is exciting, too. Kudos!