Title: Big Mess<\/p>\n
Author: Patt<\/p>\n
Challenge #: 374 Little\/Big<\/p>\n
Warnings: Bad language, first kiss. <\/p>\n
Notes: I\u2019m so bored. I need a fricking life. <\/p>\n
Summary: Jim is thinking. Working without tools again. <\/p>\n
Word Count: 1530<\/p>\n
Category: Pre-slash<\/p>\n
Big Mess<\/p>\n
By Patt<\/p>\n
Jim was tossing things all over the loft, grinding his teeth and growling at no one in particular. <\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s a big mess,\u201d he said. <\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is?\u201d Blair asked. <\/p>\n
\u201cThe loft,\u201d Jim answered angrily. <\/p>\n
\u201cJim, what\u2019s wrong? The loft isn\u2019t a mess, so what is the big problem here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve got your shit all over the place. Don\u2019t you ever pick anything up? I\u2019m sick and tired of the big mess you leave in every room.\u201d <\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know what brought this on, but would you like to be more specific about what is bothering you? What is the big mess, you speak of?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour room. It\u2019s a fucking disaster. It looks like a bomb went off in there and there are no survivors.\u201d<\/p>\n
Blair looked through his doorway and saw his usually messed up room, but nothing out of the ordinary and wondered what was really going on with Jim. <\/p>\n
\u201cOkay, so I\u2019ll clean it up. I\u2019m heading in there now. It\u2019ll be clean from now on, you grouch,\u201d Blair shouted as he walked into his room and slammed the door. <\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened to the rule about slamming doors?\u201d Jim called out. <\/p>\n
Blair opened his door and said, \u201cI\u2019m sorry I slammed the door. Now if you don\u2019t mind, I\u2019m busy cleaning the big mess.\u201d This time he shut the door quietly and hoped that would keep Jim happy. <\/p>\n
Jim was having none of it. He was in a piss poor mood and now he had no one to take it out on. \u201cI wasn\u2019t done telling you about the messes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Blair sighed loudly and walked out of his room and said, \u201cThere are more messes that you want me to clean up tonight? We do have to go to sleep sometime, or did you plan on me cleaning through the night?\u201d<\/p>\n
Jim ignored Blair\u2019s question and said, \u201cYou leave a big mess in the bathroom every time you go in there. I\u2019ve gotten to the point where I hate to go into my own bathroom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll clean the bathroom, next. Are their any other rooms you want me to do before I go to bed?\u201d Blair asked sarcastically. <\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t use that fucking tone with me,\u201d Jim shouted. <\/p>\n
\u201cThen stop talking to me like I\u2019m 12 years old and need to be told what to do. I do my share of work around here and you know it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jim glared at Blair and answered, \u201cYou could have fooled me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t want to say anything I\u2019m going to regret tomorrow, so I\u2019m going to stay busy and leave you alone in your thoughts. I would guess you have a lot of them tonight,\u201d Blair said as he walked back into his room again. <\/p>\n
Jim huffed and walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa with the newspaper, hoping he\u2019d be able to read it without interruption. He looked down at the coffee table and saw a ring from Blair\u2019s water bottle. He was going to say something about it, but decided that he might have said enough for tonight. But there was always tomorrow night. <\/p>\n
Blair cleaned up his room, quite quickly, because it wasn\u2019t that messy, no matter what Jim said. He worried that maybe Jim was tired of him living there and needed his space back again. Blair thought for a moment and realized that Jim hadn\u2019t had a date in a really long while. Why not? No wonder the poor man was grouchy. Blair would have bit his head off if he had had no sex in a long while. <\/p>\n
He got all of his laundry ready to do and took it out and set it by the front door. \u201cI\u2019m going to do some laundry tonight after I\u2019m done cleaning the bathroom. Do you need anything washed?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSandburg, you\u2019re not doing laundry in the middle of the night. It would wake me up every time you went in and out the door. Just leave the basket in your room until tomorrow night and do it then. If you would plan your time out better, I wouldn\u2019t have to tell you how to do things.\u201d<\/p>\n
It was Blair\u2019s turn to glare at Jim. \u201cYou\u2019re treating me like I\u2019m 12 again, Jim. I don\u2019t appreciate it, one bit.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen grow up,\u201d Jim snapped back at Blair. <\/p>\n
\u201cYou know what? You won\u2019t have to worry about it any more, because I\u2019m moving. I\u2019ll be gone by the end of the week,\u201d Blair said heading into his room again, sadly. <\/p>\n
\u201cOh right, like I haven\u2019t heard that before,\u201d Jim shouted back. <\/p>\n
Blair slammed his bedroom door and threw himself down on the futon. Fuck the rules, anyhow. Why was Jim being so mean? If he was a better Guide, he might know ahead of time. But he must have fallen down on the job with that, too. <\/p>\n
Blair heard Jim getting ready for bed and once he heard him walk upstairs, he went out and got the newspaper to look at the ads and got ready for bed himself. <\/p>\n
He was sitting on his futon, cross-legged when there was a quiet knock on his door.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome in, it\u2019s your place.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBlair, I\u2019m sorry for losing my temper. I\u2019m just in a bad mood.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot a good enough reason, Jim. I think it\u2019s time we part company, at least at the loft. We can still be partners at work.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor Christ\u2019s sake, Sandburg, I said I was sorry. Do you want it in writing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI want you to talk to me. What\u2019s wrong? What\u2019s bothering you tonight? Talk to me, I\u2019m your Guide and I\u2019ve missed something big.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cChief, I really want you to stay.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, I can\u2019t stay and have this conversation again two weeks from now. Either talk to me or I\u2019m looking for a place.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m in love and he doesn\u2019t know I\u2019m alive,\u201d Jim said sadly, head hanging down. <\/p>\n
\u201cHe?\u201d Blair asked, even more surprised. \u201cI must have missed a lot more then a little bit as your Guide.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jim just leaned on the doorjam and Blair could tell he was thinking, again. <\/p>\n
\u201cDid you tell him how you feel?\u201d Blair asked. <\/p>\n
\u201cNo, I think he\u2019s in love with someone else,\u201d Jim replied. <\/p>\n
\u201cBut you don\u2019t know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, not for sure, but I can\u2019t tell him. He\u2019s already too hard to be around sometimes,\u201d Jim admitted. <\/p>\n
\u201cOh man, you\u2019re in love with Simon?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSimon? Where did that come from? I\u2019m not in love with Simon.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, I thought maybe because he\u2019s hard to reach sometimes. Okay, is it someone in the bullpen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCould you just agree to stay in the loft and I\u2019ll promise to shut my big mouth?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh\u2026 It\u2019s Rafe or Brown, right? Or is it one of the evening shift guys?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s no one you\u2019ve mentioned. Could you just agree to stay here?\u201d<\/p>\n
Blair looked at his friend and for once really looked at him. Jim was tired. He probably wasn\u2019t sleeping well and didn\u2019t feel comfortable enough to talk to him about a same sex relationship. Jim knew that Blair was bi, so why didn\u2019t he come to him? Blair suddenly realized who it was and smiled. <\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s me, isn\u2019t it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBlair, I didn\u2019t want you to know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy not?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m a fuck up with relationships. My track record is nothing to brag about,\u201d Jim confessed. <\/p>\n
\u201cI love you, man.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jim looked at Blair and realized he meant it the same way that Jim meant it. \u201cWould you like to go out for dinner tomorrow night?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy yes, I would love to. Are you going to stop yelling at me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI promise I won\u2019t yell at you ever again,\u201d Jim answered. <\/p>\n
\u201cWill you promise to talk to me about anything from now on?\u201d Blair asked with a smile in his voice. <\/p>\n
\u201cI promise.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWill you promise to have patience with me when I make big messes around the loft?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI will.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWill you love me and no other until the end of time?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI already do, Blair.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIn that case, I think you deserve a reward. You\u2019re getting a goodnight kiss before you go upstairs.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jim moved over to Blair and leaned down and Blair stretched up and their lips met, making them both feel a little jolt of electricity go through their bodies.<\/p>\n
Finally, when Jim needed to breathe, he pulled away from Blair and said, \u201cGood night, Chief.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood night, Jim. I\u2019ll see you tomorrow. Have happy dreams about you and me. I know I\u2019m going to,\u201d Blair said bubbling with excitement and pleasure combined. <\/p>\n
\u201cI do love you, Blair.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know you do. I love you, Jim. So it\u2019s going to work out just perfectly. That doesn\u2019t mean there won\u2019t be a mess now and then. But hopefully, no big messes so just go and sleep well.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jim walked upstairs with a new spring in his step and Blair loved watching that spring from his doorway. <\/p>\n
Big mess, my ass. <\/p>\n
The end<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Title: Big Mess Author: Patt Challenge #: 374 Little\/Big Warnings: Bad language, first kiss. Notes: I\u2019m so bored. I need a fricking life. Summary: Jim is thinking. Working without tools again. Word Count: 1530 Category: Pre-slash Big Mess By Patt … Continue reading