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Title: Untitled pt. 2
Author: curledfries
Pairing: Greg Sanders/David Hodges
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Wouldn't you like to know..
Disclaimer: Knock yourselves out if you insist they're mine.
A/N: Many apologies to kerry_louise, since I'm "withholding" her sap:P
The doorbell rang and David started, shaking his head to clear himself of his thoughts and got up to answer the door but not before pausing to check who it was from the peephole.
Greg.
David’s shoulders slumped and he inwardly moaned and purposely locked the door the second time, loudly. He could hear Greg curse from behind the door and he started screaming David’s name and banging his fists onto the door.
“David, listen to me, please! David!”
David shook his head and went to the kitchen, getting himself a beer from the fridge and sat down back on his couch, turning on his TV, all the while aware of the banging on his door and a certain blonde freezing outside considering their temperature.
"Dave, c’mon, I’m freezing out here! Open the damn door!" and more banging ensued.
His phone rang.
“Hodges,” he snapped.
“David, there’s a man outside your house, banging on the door, aren’t you going to let him in?” a soft voice answered, clearly it was his neighbour Mrs. Haines.
“No, Mrs. Haines, that’s just Child Services claiming I have a kid, he’s been bugging me all week. I’m sure he’ll go away sometime,” he lied.
“Oh, all right then, it’s just that it’s very cold outside, and I was afraid he was a friend of yours,”
“No, no friend Mrs. Haines, not a friend,” he told her before saying goodbye and placed the phone back to its normal position.
“David, please, I’m sorry, man!” Greg yelled again, but the banging had stopped sometime when he was having the conversation on the phone.
He could just picture Greg outside, rolling back and forth on heels, hands stuffed into his coat pockets, trying to keep warm. Lips warm and full, though his teeth would chatter like they always did when he was cold. And maybe a couple of snowdrops on his spiked blonde hair even, after walking out of his car to get to David’s front porch.
Perfect. This was what a man could reduce him to.
He took a swig of his beer and stared at his TV, not really taking in what the documentary was about but it wasn’t like he cared. He just wanted something, anything, to drown Greg’s voice out.
After about ten minutes, convinced that Greg had gone since the yelling and banging had ceased, he took a look from the peephole and it only revealed Greg’s car, but he knew Greg was inside it as well, he could see a hint of blonde in it, behind the frosty mirrors.
He opened the door slowly but looked down to find a piece of paper that only had three words scribbled on it and he frowned once he read what it was.
“I love you”
He looked up to glare at the car but found Greg already standing, as though waiting, outside his car door, and like David imagined, rolling back and forth on his heels with his hands in his coat pockets. Greg gave him a sheepish smile but all he could do was mutter,
“Fuck you, Sanders,” before he got back into his house and slammed the door, leaving Greg shivering out in the cold and went to answer the phone again, it was probably Mrs. Haines.
Fin(:
Author: curledfries
Pairing: Greg Sanders/David Hodges
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Wouldn't you like to know..
Disclaimer: Knock yourselves out if you insist they're mine.
A/N: Many apologies to kerry_louise, since I'm "withholding" her sap:P
The doorbell rang and David started, shaking his head to clear himself of his thoughts and got up to answer the door but not before pausing to check who it was from the peephole.
Greg.
David’s shoulders slumped and he inwardly moaned and purposely locked the door the second time, loudly. He could hear Greg curse from behind the door and he started screaming David’s name and banging his fists onto the door.
“David, listen to me, please! David!”
David shook his head and went to the kitchen, getting himself a beer from the fridge and sat down back on his couch, turning on his TV, all the while aware of the banging on his door and a certain blonde freezing outside considering their temperature.
"Dave, c’mon, I’m freezing out here! Open the damn door!" and more banging ensued.
His phone rang.
“Hodges,” he snapped.
“David, there’s a man outside your house, banging on the door, aren’t you going to let him in?” a soft voice answered, clearly it was his neighbour Mrs. Haines.
“No, Mrs. Haines, that’s just Child Services claiming I have a kid, he’s been bugging me all week. I’m sure he’ll go away sometime,” he lied.
“Oh, all right then, it’s just that it’s very cold outside, and I was afraid he was a friend of yours,”
“No, no friend Mrs. Haines, not a friend,” he told her before saying goodbye and placed the phone back to its normal position.
“David, please, I’m sorry, man!” Greg yelled again, but the banging had stopped sometime when he was having the conversation on the phone.
He could just picture Greg outside, rolling back and forth on heels, hands stuffed into his coat pockets, trying to keep warm. Lips warm and full, though his teeth would chatter like they always did when he was cold. And maybe a couple of snowdrops on his spiked blonde hair even, after walking out of his car to get to David’s front porch.
Perfect. This was what a man could reduce him to.
He took a swig of his beer and stared at his TV, not really taking in what the documentary was about but it wasn’t like he cared. He just wanted something, anything, to drown Greg’s voice out.
After about ten minutes, convinced that Greg had gone since the yelling and banging had ceased, he took a look from the peephole and it only revealed Greg’s car, but he knew Greg was inside it as well, he could see a hint of blonde in it, behind the frosty mirrors.
He opened the door slowly but looked down to find a piece of paper that only had three words scribbled on it and he frowned once he read what it was.
“I love you”
He looked up to glare at the car but found Greg already standing, as though waiting, outside his car door, and like David imagined, rolling back and forth on his heels with his hands in his coat pockets. Greg gave him a sheepish smile but all he could do was mutter,
“Fuck you, Sanders,” before he got back into his house and slammed the door, leaving Greg shivering out in the cold and went to answer the phone again, it was probably Mrs. Haines.
Fin(: