Alan/Sam - "Trip sitter."
anonymous
June 6 2011, 16:49:05 UTC
Set during Sam's time at CalTech. He's been to a party where he's experimented with the drug of writer-anon's choice. He calls Alan while he's stoned and asks Alan to come pick him up... and Alan does, of course. He figures out in about two seconds that Sam's high and gives him a parental lecture about the dangers of illicit drug use, but agrees to be his "trip sitter" - take care of him and watch over him, to make sure he doesn't die or do something stupid
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Saturday Morning, 2:00 AM [1/?]
anonymous
June 22 2011, 00:49:41 UTC
OK, so this turned out very different than I planned, and it resisted every attempt to revise it into something closer to my original idea so I hope it's still OK.
All things considered, Alan Bradley should have been relieved that Sam called him. Of course the younger man just couldn't go too long without getting involved in something sketchy- it was a miracle the 20-year-old wasn't dead or in jail by now, considering some of the past scrapes he'd gotten into. But that required thinking logically, and at 2:00 AM on a Saturday morning, logic isn't exactly lying around in great quantities. Not even for someone like Alan Bradley.
“Whozat?” the older businessman mumbled into the phone, still half asleep.
“Alan!” Sam's voice came through the line, sounding far away, and very, very inebriated. “I can't drive!”
“You can't drive?” Alan asked, slightly more coherently. “Sam, I know you can drive, I taught you how four years ago, and you drive every day.”
“Naw, man, I mean, I like, know how to drive,” Sam replied. “But it's a good
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Re: Saturday Morning, 2:00 AM [3/?]
anonymous
June 22 2011, 00:55:38 UTC
“So... now that we're alone, can we fuck? You, me, the back seat of your car...” Sam let his voice trail off suggestively, or at least, in a way he thought was seductive. Alan just stared at him incredulously.
“Sam, you're drunk, high, and I'm old enough to be your father,” Alan laughed in disbelief, starting up the engine and flooring the accelerator in his haste to get as far away from that house as possible.
“Not thaaaat much older,” Sam drawled. “You see it all the time in porno- the teacher and the student, the boss and employee, the rich guy and the pool boy- it's not so strange. And Hugh Hefner has those girls, and he's like, old enough to be their grandfather“Sam-” Alan began, but was cut off
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Re: Saturday Morning, 2:00 AM [4/5]
anonymous
June 22 2011, 00:56:39 UTC
Sam awoke with a splitting headache, a taste of old socks in his mouth, and fuzzy memories of the previous night. He remembered going to Brian Keberline's party the night before, and most of his high school class, as well as a good chunk of his current classmates at CalTech , had been there. Samantha Delerman had made use of her employee discount at the liquor store to supply the alcohol, and Emily Strong had gotten some Ecstasy tablets from somewhere that she kept unsuccessfully trying to push off to other people. Sam wouldn't have been surprised if she'd ended up taking them herself. He remembered going downstairs to the basment with some friends from high school and college. He remembered watching a bit of television before both Dylan Wiand and Melissa Long had brought out their weed
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Re: Saturday Morning, 2:00 AM [5/6]
anonymous
June 22 2011, 00:58:09 UTC
“I called you?” was all he could think to say. Sam didn't think that the older man's eyebrows would go any higher at all, but he was wrong.
“You really don't remember anything, do you?”
“Not much after I got high,” Sam admitted. Alan sighed.
“So you don't remember calling me a 'silver fox' and telling me you wanted me to fuck you so hard that you couldn't sit down for a week? Then you said something about me forcing you to suck my dick, and then there was something about woman's lingerie and me calling you a 'dirty girl?'” Sam winced again, and would have said something, but Alan wasn't done. “Then there was that whole thing about me fucking you so hard over the table that you'd come without having to touch yourself.” Those were all fantasies that he'd had, but Sam had never expected Alan to ever find out about them, much less have them parroted back in all their filthy, explicit glory, by the very subject of said fantasies
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Re: Saturday Morning, 2:00 AM [6/6]- END
anonymous
June 22 2011, 00:59:07 UTC
“The drugs, Sam. And the alcohol,” Alan replied, tone turning deadly serious. “Sam, if you had tried to go home on your own, you would have gotten seriously hurt. When I got there, you could barely tell up from down! And even if you'd somehow managed to avoid hurting yourself, you could have gotten arrested! You're not 21 for another two months, Sam.” Sam looked like he was about to offer a rebuttal, but Alan didn't let him. “And I don't care if you'd be able to get away with it for the alcohol, being so close in age. Marijuana is illegal for everyone, and no, you do not have a medical reason to use it, and I doubt the police would believe it if you tried that excuse.” Sam didn't have a rebuttal to that
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Re: Saturday Morning, 2:00 AM [6/6]- ENDelitekaboomJune 22 2011, 19:32:25 UTC
I'm glad it turned out well- originally it was going to be more of a comedy through-and-through, but then it got more serious at the end, so I just kind of rolled with it.
It was actually really hard for me to decide how to end it. I wasn't sure if I was going to end it with Alan and Sam actually ending up in relationship, but then I decided that wasn't realistic- Alan would be freaking out about the revelation, and Sam would probably be extremely embarrassed. But I think I like this ending the best of the other alternate ones I had drafted.
EDIT: dammit why do I suck so bad at being anonymous?
Re: Saturday Morning, 2:00 AM [6/6]- END
anonymous
June 22 2011, 12:43:19 UTC
OP Here.
This is great. The first few parts had me giggling - especially the whole "chickpea" bit. And then when things got serious at the end, the awkwardness between Alan and Sam was very well done - of course it would be weird for Alan, and probably a little sad, to know things would never go back to the way they had been before.
Re: Saturday Morning, 2:00 AM [6/6]- ENDelitekaboomJune 22 2011, 19:39:26 UTC
Since I already anon-failed, I might as well not bother with this one...
Believe it or not, the chickpea thing actually happened. My neighbor's boyfriend got high one day and wandered into my room through the shared area. I came back from class to find him staring at a package of microwavable spiced chickpeas, and then he asked me, in all seriousness why they were called chickpeas. They weren't chicks and they weren't peas, so why would anyone call them that?
...yeah, dorm life was a bit unpredictable, to say the least.
I'm so happy you liked it, even though it didn't end up as funny as I had originally planned.
Re: Saturday Morning, 2:00 AM [6/6]- END
anonymous
June 28 2011, 20:31:40 UTC
I liked this so much!! I loved the Alan/Sam dynamics (although I must confess I would have liked Alan to be more... amenable to Sam's hot fantasies :))
But it was a very realistic fic, and I enjoyed it a lot. Great work!!
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All things considered, Alan Bradley should have been relieved that Sam called him. Of course the younger man just couldn't go too long without getting involved in something sketchy- it was a miracle the 20-year-old wasn't dead or in jail by now, considering some of the past scrapes he'd gotten into. But that required thinking logically, and at 2:00 AM on a Saturday morning, logic isn't exactly lying around in great quantities. Not even for someone like Alan Bradley.
“Whozat?” the older businessman mumbled into the phone, still half asleep.
“Alan!” Sam's voice came through the line, sounding far away, and very, very inebriated. “I can't drive!”
“You can't drive?” Alan asked, slightly more coherently. “Sam, I know you can drive, I taught you how four years ago, and you drive every day.”
“Naw, man, I mean, I like, know how to drive,” Sam replied. “But it's a good ( ... )
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“Sam, you're drunk, high, and I'm old enough to be your father,” Alan laughed in disbelief, starting up the engine and flooring the accelerator in his haste to get as far away from that house as possible.
“Not thaaaat much older,” Sam drawled. “You see it all the time in porno- the teacher and the student, the boss and employee, the rich guy and the pool boy- it's not so strange. And Hugh Hefner has those girls, and he's like, old enough to be their grandfather“Sam-” Alan began, but was cut off ( ... )
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“You really don't remember anything, do you?”
“Not much after I got high,” Sam admitted. Alan sighed.
“So you don't remember calling me a 'silver fox' and telling me you wanted me to fuck you so hard that you couldn't sit down for a week? Then you said something about me forcing you to suck my dick, and then there was something about woman's lingerie and me calling you a 'dirty girl?'” Sam winced again, and would have said something, but Alan wasn't done. “Then there was that whole thing about me fucking you so hard over the table that you'd come without having to touch yourself.” Those were all fantasies that he'd had, but Sam had never expected Alan to ever find out about them, much less have them parroted back in all their filthy, explicit glory, by the very subject of said fantasies ( ... )
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It was actually really hard for me to decide how to end it. I wasn't sure if I was going to end it with Alan and Sam actually ending up in relationship, but then I decided that wasn't realistic- Alan would be freaking out about the revelation, and Sam would probably be extremely embarrassed. But I think I like this ending the best of the other alternate ones I had drafted.
EDIT: dammit why do I suck so bad at being anonymous?
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This is great. The first few parts had me giggling - especially the whole "chickpea" bit. And then when things got serious at the end, the awkwardness between Alan and Sam was very well done - of course it would be weird for Alan, and probably a little sad, to know things would never go back to the way they had been before.
Thank you for filling this! I love it!
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Believe it or not, the chickpea thing actually happened. My neighbor's boyfriend got high one day and wandered into my room through the shared area. I came back from class to find him staring at a package of microwavable spiced chickpeas, and then he asked me, in all seriousness why they were called chickpeas. They weren't chicks and they weren't peas, so why would anyone call them that?
...yeah, dorm life was a bit unpredictable, to say the least.
I'm so happy you liked it, even though it didn't end up as funny as I had originally planned.
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But it was a very realistic fic, and I enjoyed it a lot. Great work!!
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