Waiting...
Dec. 9th, 2009 02:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cmk418Yesterday around noon, my temp place sent my resume off to a non-profit in the area. It would be a long-term temporary assignment (over a year, which if it happens would be nice). They said mine was the first resume they'd send out (technically they said "only - for now", but I have a feeling that the non-profit will probably ask for some more). They thought they might have an answer yesterday, but nothing came of it and I haven't heard anything from them today. They sent my resume out to a place a couple weeks ago and I didn't get the assignment, and an application I sent in for a bank job was turned down. I'm getting a little down about all the rejection lately.
So if anyone wants to send me good thoughts, prayers, jokes, or porny drabbles, that would make me really happy.
In other news, I've finished my Christmas shopping and am still working on both my whichwillow and Oz Magi assignments.
It's ridiculously cold here, but I think I might go for a short walk just to get my mind off the job situation and onto my frozen extremities. Sounds like fun, eh?
So if anyone wants to send me good thoughts, prayers, jokes, or porny drabbles, that would make me really happy.
In other news, I've finished my Christmas shopping and am still working on both my whichwillow and Oz Magi assignments.
It's ridiculously cold here, but I think I might go for a short walk just to get my mind off the job situation and onto my frozen extremities. Sounds like fun, eh?
so it's not exactly porny but
Date: 2009-12-10 12:20 am (UTC)He smiles. "Hey."
The moment stretches out into forever. It's never a sure thing, between them; Tim could come on all friendly, he could be prickly and looking for a fight. He could have something he's been stewing on, some new brilliant idea or a minor grievance cooking just under the surface, ready to erupt.
Murphy always thought that someday, he'd get a handle on McManus; some sense of his internal barometer, a feeling for what made him tick. Twenty some-odd years and the only answers he'd ever got near were all so poetic and cliche he'd rejected them as not even close. Whatever Tim was, it wasn't cliche.
Tim's mouth twitches into something that passes for a smile. "Hi." He makes his way to his locker, still breathing heavy, wiping a hand up his face and over the top of his head. Fresh from the gym; t-shirt hanging limp and damp off his shoulders, skin flushed and gleaming. Murphy can smell him, when he gets close; sweat and fading cologne and bone-deep exhaustion and it goes straight to his cock. He forces himself to look away, before he makes a fucking scene.
"You been shootin' hoops? How'd you do?" He directs the question over his shoulder, focuses on lacing up his boots.
"Okay." Rush of air and sudden warmth at his side; Tim bumps him with his shoulder as he settles on the bench, bends to untie his sneakers. "Would've been better with a partner."
Murphy grins, shakes his head. "Sorry. Was busy puttin' your dinks to bed. Hoyt and his boys wouldn't settle the fuck down."
"Did you try reading them a bedtime story?" It takes him a second to process and when he looks up, what-the-fuck ready and waiting on his lips, Tim's giving him the blankest, most innocent look he's ever seen.
"Clever." He lets his shoulder rest against Tim's for a second, just long enough to feel the heat coming off him, long rolling waves. He wants to stay there forever. "Sometime next week, okay? I should be done kinda early on Wednesday, we'll play a round." Tim nods; he's got that tiny secretive McManus smile on his face, eyes all crinkled, corner of his pretty mouth quirked upward, and before Sean even knows what's going to come out of his mouth he's saying "Hey, you wanna go grab a bite to eat, a couple beers?"
He doesn't know how he manages to choke it out; it sounds stupid and desperate and needy and he thinks, fuck, but Tim just says "Yeah, lemme hop in the shower, I'll - I'll meet you in the lobby?"
Sean nods. "Okay." He doesn't know why he's not moving yet - except really, he does.
Tim bounces on the balls of his feet, bites his lip; he looks left, looks right, then lurches forward and kisses Sean, quick and warm and firm.
and i totally hit the comment character limit
Date: 2009-12-10 12:21 am (UTC)"Okay," Tim says. He's at least got the good sense to look a little embarrassed. He wipes the back of his hand over his mouth, grins. "Okay, that's - that's okay. That's okay, isn't it?"
"I." He swallows; his mouth's dry, his ears ringing. "I think so, yeah."
Tim's starting to look awkward and unsure and all of a sudden, being near him's got Sean feeling - parched, strung out, and he says "I'll be outside," flees before he can do any of the stupid things he's thinking about, slamming Tim back against the lockers, pushing those shorts down off his skinny hips. He makes it all the way to the lobby on that thought before he remembers - winter, snow, cold. Fuck. He jams his hands in his pockets, studies the potted plants.
Tim shows up, eventually - coat open and flapping, bag barely slung over his shoulder, trailing office debris. Outside, the sky's dark - again, still. Sean's not sure which. Not sure if it matters.
"Jesus Christ," Tim says, jerking the collar of his coat up around his neck, pulling his head in like a turtle. "How the fuck is it still this cold?"
Sean's sick of talking about the cold. He's sick of the snow and the howling wind, sick of letting it permeate his mind and his days. He shifts closer to Tim as they walk, until their shoulders bump and rub together. "Let's just go to my place," he says, quick, before he can stop himself; "We can leave your car, ride in together in the morning."
It's the boldest, most blatant about it he's ever been, and even while the words are tumbling out of his mouth he can't believe he's saying them and he's got no idea how Tim's going to take it - but Tim just huddles a little closer, says "Yeah, fuck it, let's just go," and then they're in Sean's truck and leaving Oz behind.
Re: and i totally hit the comment character limit
Date: 2009-12-10 03:39 am (UTC)I saw it all! Love it. Love Murphy's hesitancy and Tim's loose-limbed acceptance and motivation and hurrah for off-the-cuff pouncing kisses and love that they're taking one car and that Tim gives Sean courage. *happy sigh*
Re: and i totally hit the comment character limit
Date: 2009-12-10 06:33 pm (UTC)Any time I can cheer people up with cracky fic, I am more than happy to oblige :D
Re: and i totally hit the comment character limit
Date: 2009-12-10 02:23 pm (UTC)Loved Tim's comment - "Would've been better with a partner." It just kick-started the whole thing into another gear.
And this detail - perfect Sean - He doesn't know why he's not moving yet - except really, he does.
Tim checking around to make sure they're totally alone before kissing Sean was cute, as was his insecurity immediately afterward.
And the ending is just great and made me smile, so for that I thank you so much!
One question - should I link to this here or are you going to post it somewhere else?
Re: and i totally hit the comment character limit
Date: 2009-12-10 06:32 pm (UTC)<3333
Um, I'll put some headers on it and toss it up on my Dreamwidth sometime today
Re: and i totally hit the comment character limit
Date: 2009-12-10 07:10 pm (UTC)Re: and i totally hit the comment character limit
Date: 2009-12-10 07:34 pm (UTC)Re: and i totally hit the comment character limit
Date: 2009-12-10 11:22 pm (UTC)Re: and i totally hit the comment character limit
Date: 2009-12-11 12:29 am (UTC)I'm wanting to play around with one of the
By the way, thanks for reccing the page! Way to share the love of all things McManus!
Re: and i totally hit the comment character limit
Date: 2009-12-11 05:41 am (UTC)Hee, I'm working on that HT100 prompt too - though not very quickly. Good luck with yours!
And no prob! If I could I would force the McManus love on everyone in the whole wide world because seriously, seriously.