[TMS] Frank T. J. Mackey quote
[Ephram is write_tragedies and used with permission from his mun who made a request for a Garrett/Ephram kiss. Also set back in one of the previous incarnations of them, because that’s easier than trying to get it from where they are now.]
“I will not apologize for who I am. I will not apologize for what I need. I will not apologize for what I want!”
“I think if I have to read another word of Chaucer, my head is going to explode.”
He really didn’t know what he needed an English class for. He knew it was just trying to make him well rounded, as a student at least as far as the school was concerned, but he wasn’t feeling it. He was a mechanic from a long line of mechanics. He wanted to be a mechanic. He didn’t need English. What he needed was to get out from under the thumb of his father who regarded every male friend he happened to bring home as the spawn of the Devil. He knew, in the end, that he should have just gone to trade school and English, apparently, was his punishment for that.
Taking a deep breath, he flopped back on his bed, letting one hand land on his stomach as he stared back at his “study partner” across the room. He knew asking Ephram to help him study for this was asking for trouble, but the guy was an English major, which meant he had to at least know some of what was going on here. Therefore, if they managed to get some work done, all the better for him, and if they just fooled around, well-all the better for him too.
Ephram looked up from the books, giving him a bit of a smirk. “Chaucer is classic, you know. It wouldn’t hurt for you to learn something from him.”
“Learn what, exactly?” Garrett reached for his copy of Canterbury Tales, moving to scan it slowly. “It’s not like the guy was a romantic or anything.”
“It isn’t about the romance,” Ephram sighed as he got up, making his way over to the bed and pushing himself up on the edge of the bed. “It’s about the language.”
“Uh-huh,” he smirked, bracing himself on one elbow as he looked over at his “friend.” “I can think of better ways to spend our time.”
“You also need to pass this class.”
“Don’t remind me,” Garrett sighed as he flopped back on the bed again, his free hand coming up to cover his eyes. “Should have just moved out and gone to trade school.”
“Well, that would have sucked,” Ephram pointed out, shifting so that he was lying on his stomach next to him. “We never would have met.”
Garrett raised an eyebrow at that, moving just enough to give him more room to lie down before smirking a bit more. “Yeah, well-haven’t exactly been convinced that that’s the most important thing yet.”
Ephram gave him a bit of a look, before closing his eyes as he settled in to get comfortable sliding one arm under the pillow on the bed. “It’s two in the morning. I’ll finish debating this with you after getting some sleep.”
Garrett chuckled slightly, before shaking his head and moving to crawl over the boy in his bed. “I’ll get the lights.” Ephram made undistinguishable noise, and Garrett was only up long enough to flip the switch on the wall before crawling back into bed, nudging his friend so that he would move over closest to the wall. Once they were both comfortable on the skinny bed, Garrett slid an arm around Ephram’s shoulders with a sigh. “Night, Ephram.”
There was another mumble from the body next to him, and he just smirked before pressing a soft kiss to the other man’s forehead. “Sleep well.”
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“I will not apologize for who I am. I will not apologize for what I need. I will not apologize for what I want!”
“I think if I have to read another word of Chaucer, my head is going to explode.”
He really didn’t know what he needed an English class for. He knew it was just trying to make him well rounded, as a student at least as far as the school was concerned, but he wasn’t feeling it. He was a mechanic from a long line of mechanics. He wanted to be a mechanic. He didn’t need English. What he needed was to get out from under the thumb of his father who regarded every male friend he happened to bring home as the spawn of the Devil. He knew, in the end, that he should have just gone to trade school and English, apparently, was his punishment for that.
Taking a deep breath, he flopped back on his bed, letting one hand land on his stomach as he stared back at his “study partner” across the room. He knew asking Ephram to help him study for this was asking for trouble, but the guy was an English major, which meant he had to at least know some of what was going on here. Therefore, if they managed to get some work done, all the better for him, and if they just fooled around, well-all the better for him too.
Ephram looked up from the books, giving him a bit of a smirk. “Chaucer is classic, you know. It wouldn’t hurt for you to learn something from him.”
“Learn what, exactly?” Garrett reached for his copy of Canterbury Tales, moving to scan it slowly. “It’s not like the guy was a romantic or anything.”
“It isn’t about the romance,” Ephram sighed as he got up, making his way over to the bed and pushing himself up on the edge of the bed. “It’s about the language.”
“Uh-huh,” he smirked, bracing himself on one elbow as he looked over at his “friend.” “I can think of better ways to spend our time.”
“You also need to pass this class.”
“Don’t remind me,” Garrett sighed as he flopped back on the bed again, his free hand coming up to cover his eyes. “Should have just moved out and gone to trade school.”
“Well, that would have sucked,” Ephram pointed out, shifting so that he was lying on his stomach next to him. “We never would have met.”
Garrett raised an eyebrow at that, moving just enough to give him more room to lie down before smirking a bit more. “Yeah, well-haven’t exactly been convinced that that’s the most important thing yet.”
Ephram gave him a bit of a look, before closing his eyes as he settled in to get comfortable sliding one arm under the pillow on the bed. “It’s two in the morning. I’ll finish debating this with you after getting some sleep.”
Garrett chuckled slightly, before shaking his head and moving to crawl over the boy in his bed. “I’ll get the lights.” Ephram made undistinguishable noise, and Garrett was only up long enough to flip the switch on the wall before crawling back into bed, nudging his friend so that he would move over closest to the wall. Once they were both comfortable on the skinny bed, Garrett slid an arm around Ephram’s shoulders with a sigh. “Night, Ephram.”
There was another mumble from the body next to him, and he just smirked before pressing a soft kiss to the other man’s forehead. “Sleep well.”
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