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[FIC] Counting Stars
Title: Counting Stars
Author: Clay
Pairing: very, very slight Drew/Jeff
Rating: PG
Summary: Here we are, both three sheets to the wind, stretched out and staring at the black Nevada sky.
Word Count: 1,395
Author’s Notes: Why? I don’t know. I must have been kidnaped by aliens. But don’t worry, you’ll find no wild Drew/Jeff monkey sex within. In fact, this is probably the most tame thing I’ve ever written.
Drew is what you would call a loud drunk. He’s the kind of guy who feels the need to shout over music rather than get close enough to whisper. He catcalls the strippers and tips well.
Not that I’ve had many opportunities to see him drunk. In fact, I think I’ve only seen it once before. Twice if you count that Christmas party, though I’d only stayed long enough to be polite, and even then I’d holed myself up in the kitchen with Colin.
Drew had popped in a couple of times, both with a slightly tipsy Ryan at his elbow, there to keep him in check.
The second time, Drew had stumbled over to the keg for a refill. He’d downed it in one breath while Ryan said his hellos and then had noticed Colin and I slumped over the table with our glasses of ginger ale and a deck of dog-eared cards.
“I love you guys...” Drew had slurred and tripped over his own feet to get to Colin and lay a sloppy, wet kiss on his cheek.
Colin, sweet guy that he is, just laughed in surprise and gently tried to pry the heavier man off. After a moment he’d given up and looked to Ryan for help with raised eyebrows. Ryan had shaken his head, trembling with silent laughter and wrapped one arm around Drew’s chest.
“All right, big guy, time for bed.”
“No...”
The whining continued until the door had swung shut behind them, and then Colin and I just looked to each other, laughed and played on.
Ryan is good like that; he always takes care of the ones he loves, which is why he’s at home with his wife right now and not helping me look after an absolutely besotted Drew strewn across the hood of his Porsche. Colin had hopped a plane earlier in the evening, and Wayne had some charity or other that demanded his attention, so for the first time ever Drew and I were alone, and I had no idea what to do with him.
Had I not known better, I would have thought Drew was already drunk when he’d come out with “Let’s go see what’s in the desert!” And had I been thinking at all, I wouldn’t have gone along with him, but here we are, both three sheets to the wind, stretched out and staring at the black Nevada sky.
“Hey, Jeff...” Drew says, beer bottle snug in both hands, resting on his stomach. “Do you know any constellations?”
“Ah...” I nibble my lower lip and bring my own bottle to my mouth, thumb and two fingers wrapped loosely around the neck. The beer foams and dribbles down my chin. I swipe it away with my tongue. “I know Orion, which is... there.” I point, and Drew turns vaguely in the right direction. “And there’s the Big Dipper, but...” I search the sky. “... yeah. I have no idea where that one is.”
Drew chuckles. His gaze sweeps back and forth across the sky. “Make some up.”
“Make some up?” I echo and laugh, but it sounds like fun. “Okay...” I squirm over to Drew and point straight up, talking right into his ear. “You see that one? That really, really bright one that looks like someone poked a hole in the sky and is shining a light through it?”
Drew’s eyes shift and focus. “Um... yeah, okay. I see it.”
“That’s part of the slingshot. It’s a rock, and it’s going to shoot straight through those two stars.” My finger tracks a line across the black. “Until it hits...” I stop on a small blinking red and white thing and laugh. “...that plane.”
Drew absolutely bursts out laughing. It’s too dark to see his face clearly, but I can imagine his cheeks flushed, eyes shut tight as his laughter spills out and over the otherwise silent terrain.
It takes him a moment to settle down, and while I wait, I stay right where I am, forehead resting against his temple. It’s mid-August, and the day had been sweltering, but even the warmest of days means little to a desert night. In the short time we’ve been out here, laid out on the hood of Drew’s car, stargazing, the temperature has dropped a good ten degrees, and it will fall further as night wears on. I shiver in my thin t-shirt, but Drew is warm. Heat radiates from his cheek and side, and without thought I curl closer to him just as his giggles subside.
“We should do this more often,” he says, abnormally subdued.
I nod, my hair brushing the side of his face.
“Two swinging bachelors,” he continues. “We should go to clubs. Pick up girls.”
I lift my head only enough to swallow the rest of my beer, and then I toss the empty bottle away, hear it hit the dirt and roll, a clink as it finds its brethren tossed off not too long ago.
“Not my scene,” I say and then clear my throat, slowly lowering my head back down to the cool metal of the car.
Drew says nothing for a moment and then chuckles softly. “That’s right. You kissed Colin that one time...”
I laugh along with him. I don’t bother to deny the insinuation because I know it’s in jest. Even had it not been, I’m secure enough to let him think what he likes.
So instead I simply reply, “The man has nice lips.”
“That he does.” Drew raises his bottle in a mock toast to the heavens and then lays the mouth on his lower lip, drinking the beer down slowly.
“That’s right; you kissed him, too.”
The bottle leaves his mouth with a pop. “A couple of times on the other show, too.” He licks the foam from his lips and takes another sip before saying, “He said he liked kissing me best out of all the guys.”
I find myself laughing again. “Do I detect a hint of pride?”
Drew is smiling as he answers, “He said I have soft lips.”
“Do you now?”
I don’t really mean it, and I’m certainly not expecting a reply; I’m just out of things to say, but Drew turns to me, and it’s not until then that I realize how close we are. His nose actually bumps mine. His eyes are in shadow, the light of the moon coloring his skin a cool blue.
“Do you want to find out?”
I blink, watch him for maybe ten seconds before bolting upright, a startled laugh on my lips. “Oh, wow. You are really drunk.”
And he’s laughing, too, right there with me, but it’s high pitched and awkward, and I think that his cheeks must be pink again.
“Yeah,” he agrees, struggling to sit up. “I must be.”
We’re both silent for a minute. He finishes his beer, and the bottle joins those piled around a brown patch of grass. I’m staring at the sky again, searching for that plane that must be long gone and wondering where it might be headed.
“We should probably go,” Drew says suddenly.
I shake my head, eyes finding that unnaturally bright star. “Neither of us is in any state to be driving.”
“We could stay here.”
We could, but... “That’s not any less dangerous.”
“No,” Drew says. “In the car. I have a couple of blankets in the trunk.” And I don’t think I want to know why they’re there or who might have used them. “We can put the seats back and sleep in the car. We should be okay.”
It actually doesn’t sound like a bad idea, and it’s certainly our most promising prospect at the moment. Drew doesn’t wait for an answer, just heads over to pop the trunk. He tosses me a fleece blanket that smells clean if a bit like exhaust and motions to the door.
“If it gets too cold, we’ll just turn the heat on for a bit.”
I slip off the hood and walk to the passenger side’s door, hesitating for only a moment, fingers just touching the handle, eyes on him even though he’s still in shadow. “You’re not going to try to kiss me again, are you?” I say, smiling.
“Drew laughs. “You never know.”
And as I’m settling down to sleep, I think that it might not be such a bad thing. In fact, I’m almost wishing he would try something. We could certainly use the body heat.
End
12/25/05
Author: Clay
Pairing: very, very slight Drew/Jeff
Rating: PG
Summary: Here we are, both three sheets to the wind, stretched out and staring at the black Nevada sky.
Word Count: 1,395
Author’s Notes: Why? I don’t know. I must have been kidnaped by aliens. But don’t worry, you’ll find no wild Drew/Jeff monkey sex within. In fact, this is probably the most tame thing I’ve ever written.
Drew is what you would call a loud drunk. He’s the kind of guy who feels the need to shout over music rather than get close enough to whisper. He catcalls the strippers and tips well.
Not that I’ve had many opportunities to see him drunk. In fact, I think I’ve only seen it once before. Twice if you count that Christmas party, though I’d only stayed long enough to be polite, and even then I’d holed myself up in the kitchen with Colin.
Drew had popped in a couple of times, both with a slightly tipsy Ryan at his elbow, there to keep him in check.
The second time, Drew had stumbled over to the keg for a refill. He’d downed it in one breath while Ryan said his hellos and then had noticed Colin and I slumped over the table with our glasses of ginger ale and a deck of dog-eared cards.
“I love you guys...” Drew had slurred and tripped over his own feet to get to Colin and lay a sloppy, wet kiss on his cheek.
Colin, sweet guy that he is, just laughed in surprise and gently tried to pry the heavier man off. After a moment he’d given up and looked to Ryan for help with raised eyebrows. Ryan had shaken his head, trembling with silent laughter and wrapped one arm around Drew’s chest.
“All right, big guy, time for bed.”
“No...”
The whining continued until the door had swung shut behind them, and then Colin and I just looked to each other, laughed and played on.
Ryan is good like that; he always takes care of the ones he loves, which is why he’s at home with his wife right now and not helping me look after an absolutely besotted Drew strewn across the hood of his Porsche. Colin had hopped a plane earlier in the evening, and Wayne had some charity or other that demanded his attention, so for the first time ever Drew and I were alone, and I had no idea what to do with him.
Had I not known better, I would have thought Drew was already drunk when he’d come out with “Let’s go see what’s in the desert!” And had I been thinking at all, I wouldn’t have gone along with him, but here we are, both three sheets to the wind, stretched out and staring at the black Nevada sky.
“Hey, Jeff...” Drew says, beer bottle snug in both hands, resting on his stomach. “Do you know any constellations?”
“Ah...” I nibble my lower lip and bring my own bottle to my mouth, thumb and two fingers wrapped loosely around the neck. The beer foams and dribbles down my chin. I swipe it away with my tongue. “I know Orion, which is... there.” I point, and Drew turns vaguely in the right direction. “And there’s the Big Dipper, but...” I search the sky. “... yeah. I have no idea where that one is.”
Drew chuckles. His gaze sweeps back and forth across the sky. “Make some up.”
“Make some up?” I echo and laugh, but it sounds like fun. “Okay...” I squirm over to Drew and point straight up, talking right into his ear. “You see that one? That really, really bright one that looks like someone poked a hole in the sky and is shining a light through it?”
Drew’s eyes shift and focus. “Um... yeah, okay. I see it.”
“That’s part of the slingshot. It’s a rock, and it’s going to shoot straight through those two stars.” My finger tracks a line across the black. “Until it hits...” I stop on a small blinking red and white thing and laugh. “...that plane.”
Drew absolutely bursts out laughing. It’s too dark to see his face clearly, but I can imagine his cheeks flushed, eyes shut tight as his laughter spills out and over the otherwise silent terrain.
It takes him a moment to settle down, and while I wait, I stay right where I am, forehead resting against his temple. It’s mid-August, and the day had been sweltering, but even the warmest of days means little to a desert night. In the short time we’ve been out here, laid out on the hood of Drew’s car, stargazing, the temperature has dropped a good ten degrees, and it will fall further as night wears on. I shiver in my thin t-shirt, but Drew is warm. Heat radiates from his cheek and side, and without thought I curl closer to him just as his giggles subside.
“We should do this more often,” he says, abnormally subdued.
I nod, my hair brushing the side of his face.
“Two swinging bachelors,” he continues. “We should go to clubs. Pick up girls.”
I lift my head only enough to swallow the rest of my beer, and then I toss the empty bottle away, hear it hit the dirt and roll, a clink as it finds its brethren tossed off not too long ago.
“Not my scene,” I say and then clear my throat, slowly lowering my head back down to the cool metal of the car.
Drew says nothing for a moment and then chuckles softly. “That’s right. You kissed Colin that one time...”
I laugh along with him. I don’t bother to deny the insinuation because I know it’s in jest. Even had it not been, I’m secure enough to let him think what he likes.
So instead I simply reply, “The man has nice lips.”
“That he does.” Drew raises his bottle in a mock toast to the heavens and then lays the mouth on his lower lip, drinking the beer down slowly.
“That’s right; you kissed him, too.”
The bottle leaves his mouth with a pop. “A couple of times on the other show, too.” He licks the foam from his lips and takes another sip before saying, “He said he liked kissing me best out of all the guys.”
I find myself laughing again. “Do I detect a hint of pride?”
Drew is smiling as he answers, “He said I have soft lips.”
“Do you now?”
I don’t really mean it, and I’m certainly not expecting a reply; I’m just out of things to say, but Drew turns to me, and it’s not until then that I realize how close we are. His nose actually bumps mine. His eyes are in shadow, the light of the moon coloring his skin a cool blue.
“Do you want to find out?”
I blink, watch him for maybe ten seconds before bolting upright, a startled laugh on my lips. “Oh, wow. You are really drunk.”
And he’s laughing, too, right there with me, but it’s high pitched and awkward, and I think that his cheeks must be pink again.
“Yeah,” he agrees, struggling to sit up. “I must be.”
We’re both silent for a minute. He finishes his beer, and the bottle joins those piled around a brown patch of grass. I’m staring at the sky again, searching for that plane that must be long gone and wondering where it might be headed.
“We should probably go,” Drew says suddenly.
I shake my head, eyes finding that unnaturally bright star. “Neither of us is in any state to be driving.”
“We could stay here.”
We could, but... “That’s not any less dangerous.”
“No,” Drew says. “In the car. I have a couple of blankets in the trunk.” And I don’t think I want to know why they’re there or who might have used them. “We can put the seats back and sleep in the car. We should be okay.”
It actually doesn’t sound like a bad idea, and it’s certainly our most promising prospect at the moment. Drew doesn’t wait for an answer, just heads over to pop the trunk. He tosses me a fleece blanket that smells clean if a bit like exhaust and motions to the door.
“If it gets too cold, we’ll just turn the heat on for a bit.”
I slip off the hood and walk to the passenger side’s door, hesitating for only a moment, fingers just touching the handle, eyes on him even though he’s still in shadow. “You’re not going to try to kiss me again, are you?” I say, smiling.
“Drew laughs. “You never know.”
And as I’m settling down to sleep, I think that it might not be such a bad thing. In fact, I’m almost wishing he would try something. We could certainly use the body heat.
End
12/25/05
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happy holidays! :)
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...searching for that plane that must be long gone and wondering where it might be headed. Really liked that... Made me want to go out into the desert and stargaze too :)
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I liked him and Colin playing cards, because I could picture that. And I liked the characterisation of Ryan, even though he wasn't a major part of this fic. And, yeah, the bit about Drew laughing, I could see. And ... hmm, there was something else. The bumping noses, maybe. If I remember, no doubt, I'll let you know. ;) All in all, a really nice (bah, patronizing much? "nice"? blech. I apologise). But do you know what I mean *looks imploringly at you* Like it wasn't too heavy or angsty OR sappy or romantic ... it was just (God) really nice to read. *pauses* And, yeah. I'm going now. *rolls eyes again*
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Oddly enough I think that scene was my favorite in the story.
This comment amuses me so much because it reminds me of something I think all the time when I'm leaving comments. I always get the urge to say "I'm no good with words" except that I think I'd get shoes thrown at me for that. ^_^ But seriously, isn't commenting on stories hard?
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Emily :)