This is not the hooker fic you are looking for
Seriously, it's not. I can't even dignify this with a title. No particular pairing. 261 words. PG-13 I guess?
The sun is inching over the horizon when Dave makes it back to the shitty efficiency he shares with Neal and Andy. He hopes they’ll be sleeping, so he can sneak in unnoticed. Neal’s awake, though. Fucking insomniac. He’s up off the ratty couch they dragged in from the curb the second Dave steps into the dim lamplight.
“Jesus Christ, Dave,” he says, reaching out instinctively, but pulling back a second before touching Dave’s eye where he’s sure he’s got an impressive shiner. “You can’t keep doing this. You gotta develop some instincts.”
Dave shrugs. “I thought he was okay.”
“Yeah, you always do,” Neal answers, shaking his head. He looks like he wants to say something else, but it’s nothing he hasn’t said and Dave hasn’t heard a hundred times before. He just really knows how to pick ‘em.
“Come on,” Neal says after a moment. “Let’s get some sleep.”
Dave doesn’t argue. He’s grateful enough that Neal’s willing to leave it be for the moment. He shucks off his t-shirt and jeans while Neal does the same. They settle down on the mattress shoved into a corner of the room where Andy’s already snoring lightly. Neal pulls the threadbare blanket over them. He slings an arm over Dave’s waist and pulls him back against his body. Dave doesn’t comment. He never does.
Tonight they’ll all be back out on the streets again, trying to fuck their way to making rent. But just now, with the sunrise shining pink and orange through their single, dirty window, Dave feels almost safe.
The sun is inching over the horizon when Dave makes it back to the shitty efficiency he shares with Neal and Andy. He hopes they’ll be sleeping, so he can sneak in unnoticed. Neal’s awake, though. Fucking insomniac. He’s up off the ratty couch they dragged in from the curb the second Dave steps into the dim lamplight.
“Jesus Christ, Dave,” he says, reaching out instinctively, but pulling back a second before touching Dave’s eye where he’s sure he’s got an impressive shiner. “You can’t keep doing this. You gotta develop some instincts.”
Dave shrugs. “I thought he was okay.”
“Yeah, you always do,” Neal answers, shaking his head. He looks like he wants to say something else, but it’s nothing he hasn’t said and Dave hasn’t heard a hundred times before. He just really knows how to pick ‘em.
“Come on,” Neal says after a moment. “Let’s get some sleep.”
Dave doesn’t argue. He’s grateful enough that Neal’s willing to leave it be for the moment. He shucks off his t-shirt and jeans while Neal does the same. They settle down on the mattress shoved into a corner of the room where Andy’s already snoring lightly. Neal pulls the threadbare blanket over them. He slings an arm over Dave’s waist and pulls him back against his body. Dave doesn’t comment. He never does.
Tonight they’ll all be back out on the streets again, trying to fuck their way to making rent. But just now, with the sunrise shining pink and orange through their single, dirty window, Dave feels almost safe.