J/B Sniplet for laurie_ky's bday (PG)
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laurie_ky! (janedavitt slipped the word. :)
Laundry Day
Jim waited until Sandburg had gone out on an errand before making his move.
He felt a little underhanded sneaking around grabbing Blair's stuff from his drawers—a bunch of clean boxers, a pile of socks, and a stack of soft, ragged flannel shirts and jeans—but, hey, it was justified. They'd been fucking for two weeks now, but not sleeping together, and Jim was done with trying to be subtle about it. Hell, subtle was never his strong suit, anyway.
By the time he'd tucked everything into the spaces he'd made in his own bureau, sneaky had given way to a quiet dread in the pit of his stomach. Blair would come home and freak out. Blair would tell him the blow-jobs were all very well and good, but he needed his own space. He was a fucking free spirit, after all.
Jim didn't have any right to tie him down, to push his conservative, uptight ways on him and try to box him in, try to hold onto something that wasn't anything real or permanent, after all.
Giving in to panic, Jim had already plucked Blair's stuff back out of his drawers and was heading downstairs with his arms full when the door to the loft ground open, startling him into dropping everything in a flurry of cotton. Jim ducked his head, heat spreading from his chest and straight up to his ears.
Blair walked over and stared up at him and the pile of clothing littering the stairs.
"So, uh, Jim. Something going on I should know about?"
Jim ran a hand over the back of his neck. "I suppose you won't let me get away with saying it's laundry day."
"Not likely," Blair said, "seeing as we just did it all yesterday." He bent down and picked up a pair of boxers that had slithered down to the bottom step. "Boxer fetish?"
Jim snorted and looked away.
"This is all mine." Blair started picking up the clothing, starting from the bottom, and Jim did the same from the top. They met halfway with their arms full.
"I, uh—I was going to give you some room in my dresser. So you didn't have to run down for a change all the time. Then I thought, well, you might be pissed about me touching your stuff. And, anyway—" Words just dried up on him, and Jim waited for the inevitable explosion.
"That's a pretty good idea," Blair said slowly. "If it's okay—I mean, it's your space, and I know how sentinels are about their territory—"
"Oh, c'mon. That's not—with you, it's not—"
"—unless you want me in your space."
Jim looked down at the tell-tale evidence in his arms, then back into Blair's blue eyes.
"Oh," Blair said.
"Yeah."
"Well, uh, good, then."
"Great."
Jim turned quickly, trying to hide the grin he could feel spreading across his face. He heard Blair stepping up behind him, and then Blair tackled him onto to the bed, forcing him to let go of three pairs of jeans, a handful of socks, and two shirts. A pair of boxers landed on his head, probably from Blair's pile.
Jim rolled over and grabbed Blair's hand to pull him down into his arms. Blair smiled at him and said, "You're going to have to refold all this stuff."
"Okay," Jim said with what he knew was a dopey grin.
"And I want the whole top drawer."
"You got it."
"And I get the right side of the bed—"
"Not a chance, Sparky." Jim turned Blair over onto his back and kissed him. "We get the middle."
He could tell from Blair's smile that they had a deal.
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2008.10.02
laurie_ky! (janedavitt slipped the word. :)Laundry Day
Jim waited until Sandburg had gone out on an errand before making his move.
He felt a little underhanded sneaking around grabbing Blair's stuff from his drawers—a bunch of clean boxers, a pile of socks, and a stack of soft, ragged flannel shirts and jeans—but, hey, it was justified. They'd been fucking for two weeks now, but not sleeping together, and Jim was done with trying to be subtle about it. Hell, subtle was never his strong suit, anyway.
By the time he'd tucked everything into the spaces he'd made in his own bureau, sneaky had given way to a quiet dread in the pit of his stomach. Blair would come home and freak out. Blair would tell him the blow-jobs were all very well and good, but he needed his own space. He was a fucking free spirit, after all.
Jim didn't have any right to tie him down, to push his conservative, uptight ways on him and try to box him in, try to hold onto something that wasn't anything real or permanent, after all.
Giving in to panic, Jim had already plucked Blair's stuff back out of his drawers and was heading downstairs with his arms full when the door to the loft ground open, startling him into dropping everything in a flurry of cotton. Jim ducked his head, heat spreading from his chest and straight up to his ears.
Blair walked over and stared up at him and the pile of clothing littering the stairs.
"So, uh, Jim. Something going on I should know about?"
Jim ran a hand over the back of his neck. "I suppose you won't let me get away with saying it's laundry day."
"Not likely," Blair said, "seeing as we just did it all yesterday." He bent down and picked up a pair of boxers that had slithered down to the bottom step. "Boxer fetish?"
Jim snorted and looked away.
"This is all mine." Blair started picking up the clothing, starting from the bottom, and Jim did the same from the top. They met halfway with their arms full.
"I, uh—I was going to give you some room in my dresser. So you didn't have to run down for a change all the time. Then I thought, well, you might be pissed about me touching your stuff. And, anyway—" Words just dried up on him, and Jim waited for the inevitable explosion.
"That's a pretty good idea," Blair said slowly. "If it's okay—I mean, it's your space, and I know how sentinels are about their territory—"
"Oh, c'mon. That's not—with you, it's not—"
"—unless you want me in your space."
Jim looked down at the tell-tale evidence in his arms, then back into Blair's blue eyes.
"Oh," Blair said.
"Yeah."
"Well, uh, good, then."
"Great."
Jim turned quickly, trying to hide the grin he could feel spreading across his face. He heard Blair stepping up behind him, and then Blair tackled him onto to the bed, forcing him to let go of three pairs of jeans, a handful of socks, and two shirts. A pair of boxers landed on his head, probably from Blair's pile.
Jim rolled over and grabbed Blair's hand to pull him down into his arms. Blair smiled at him and said, "You're going to have to refold all this stuff."
"Okay," Jim said with what he knew was a dopey grin.
"And I want the whole top drawer."
"You got it."
"And I get the right side of the bed—"
"Not a chance, Sparky." Jim turned Blair over onto his back and kissed him. "We get the middle."
He could tell from Blair's smile that they had a deal.
......................
2008.10.02
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Date: 2008-10-02 08:58 pm (UTC)Because Jim's territorial, sure, but Blair's inside his bubble; it doesn't apply to him.
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Date: 2008-10-02 09:59 pm (UTC)Loved it! Could see Jim being the man of action and grabbing Blair's clothes, then trying to overthink things.
I do enjoy G rated slash.
Happy to have found you again, Arrow!
Elaine
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Date: 2008-10-02 10:27 pm (UTC)thanks, E!
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Date: 2008-10-02 11:20 pm (UTC)I have a special fondness for insecure!Jim. Yay for happy endings!
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Date: 2008-10-03 04:27 am (UTC)thanks, stars.
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Date: 2008-10-03 02:54 am (UTC)I loved the story. I loved that they each had their assumptions going for two weeks, but didn't, like actually talk to each other. Jim, assuming that Blair wouldn't want any tangible proof that he was in a relationship, one that meant he could no longer be a free spirit. Blair, afraid to push the envelope with Jim, afraid to go where he wasn't sure he was wanted.
Silly guys!
And Jim swiping Blair's clothes and then getting cold feet was so very human. And I loved that Blair told Jim that he had to fold the clothes again. Of course, Jim probably likes folding clothes, he's probably the Zen Master of folding clothes, while for Blair it's probably a time consuming event he resents doing when instead he could be doing something useful like reading or studying or observing.
Thank you so much for this sweet story for my birthday,
Laurie
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Date: 2008-10-03 04:29 am (UTC)Ha! perfect Jim characterization. he probably gets off on it.
and Blair probably doesn't even match his socks.
::hopes they both gave you grins::
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Date: 2008-10-04 12:07 am (UTC)Oh, you and they did.
And now I have this image in my head of Jim and Blair working at Wal-mart, Jim has the job of folding all the clothes shoppers mess up, and he loves bringing order out of chaos.
Blair loves his job, too, because while he's scanning prices he's seeing what everybody is buying and is busy coming up with theories about who they are and what they are doing in life.
Me, If I worked at Wal-mart, I would want the job of collecting the shopping carts. Think how many miles I'd walk and get paid for doing it!
Thanks again for my story,
Laurie
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Date: 2008-10-03 09:52 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-10-03 10:38 am (UTC)Oh, Jim is just so cute when he gets all goofy and insecure.
Happy Birthday to Laurie!
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Date: 2008-10-04 12:08 am (UTC)Laurie
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Date: 2008-10-04 03:27 pm (UTC)Oh yes! That line alone is worth the price of admission - I admits I likes it alot! Excellent present for or Laurie!
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