Re: 4 am in the Morning 4- Warnings for Domestic Abusecat_13145April 3 2015, 18:50:50 UTC
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Sid always has a shower when he’s finished his shift, whether he’s got classes or not. Despite what anyone thinks, even Phil and Morgana used to tease him about it; it’s not about the smell. As the guys told him on his first day, after a couple of shifts you don’t really notice it any more.
And it’s not really about hygiene. He’s tested Morgana often enough to know that there are probably more germs in the kitchen faucet than he’s exposed to on a daily basic (unless he’s riding shotgun with Kelly, who is truly disgusting and has a Pink Bear tied to the front of his cab, which even makes some of the old timers wince).
It isn’t even really about being clean.
It just…marks something, like that’s when his shift properly ends, when he steps out of the shower and pulls on a clean shirt. That’s when he stops being a garbage man and starts being something, someone else. Andy’s boyfriend. Engineering student. Sid.
Normally Andy’s either in class or in the library by the time he’s finished, but today Sid’s being on the lates, helping out at the dumpster as well as the trucks. Andy’s scholarship may cover board as well as classes, but Sid’s never being happy freeloading.
Andy’s sprawled on the bed with his laptop when Sid steps out of the shower, but he shoves it away as soon as he hears the bathroom door open. Sid flops, that’s the only word for it, he’s exhausted down on the bed beside him, and in about two seconds, Andy is climbing all over him, kissing him and running his fingers through Sid’s buzz cut and pulling off the shirt that Sid had just put on-not that he minds, it’s just Andy’s not normally this affectionate.
Eventually, Andy lets them both come up for air, grinning like a Cheshire cat, one hand stroking Sid’s thigh. Not like he’s after sex, more like he’s just petting a cat or something. Then he looks down at Sid’s foot and…
Sid’s heard the expression about a dark cloud passing over a person, but until he met Andy, he never really understood it. How on minute everything can be fine, great even and the next…
The next Andy is pushing him backwards on to the bed, slapping the handcuffs looped around the board on his wrists.
“Andy?” Andy just shoves him back again, forcing his tongue into Sid’s mouth, his hand searching across the dresser for the penknife that lives there for reasons neither of them can remember lives there.
Sid always has a shower when he’s finished his shift, whether he’s got classes or not. Despite what anyone thinks, even Phil and Morgana used to tease him about it; it’s not about the smell. As the guys told him on his first day, after a couple of shifts you don’t really notice it any more.
And it’s not really about hygiene. He’s tested Morgana often enough to know that there are probably more germs in the kitchen faucet than he’s exposed to on a daily basic (unless he’s riding shotgun with Kelly, who is truly disgusting and has a Pink Bear tied to the front of his cab, which even makes some of the old timers wince).
It isn’t even really about being clean.
It just…marks something, like that’s when his shift properly ends, when he steps out of the shower and pulls on a clean shirt. That’s when he stops being a garbage man and starts being something, someone else. Andy’s boyfriend. Engineering student. Sid.
Normally Andy’s either in class or in the library by the time he’s finished, but today Sid’s being on the lates, helping out at the dumpster as well as the trucks. Andy’s scholarship may cover board as well as classes, but Sid’s never being happy freeloading.
Andy’s sprawled on the bed with his laptop when Sid steps out of the shower, but he shoves it away as soon as he hears the bathroom door open. Sid flops, that’s the only word for it, he’s exhausted down on the bed beside him, and in about two seconds, Andy is climbing all over him, kissing him and running his fingers through Sid’s buzz cut and pulling off the shirt that Sid had just put on-not that he minds, it’s just Andy’s not normally this affectionate.
Eventually, Andy lets them both come up for air, grinning like a
Cheshire cat, one hand stroking Sid’s thigh. Not like he’s after sex, more like he’s just petting a cat or something. Then he looks down at Sid’s foot and…
Sid’s heard the expression about a dark cloud passing over a person, but until he met Andy, he never really understood it. How on minute everything can be fine, great even and the next…
The next Andy is pushing him backwards on to the bed, slapping the handcuffs looped around the board on his wrists.
“Andy?” Andy just shoves him back again, forcing his tongue into Sid’s mouth, his hand searching across the dresser for the penknife that lives there for reasons neither of them can remember lives there.
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