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Casino Night had just finished and Jim was sitting in his car drinking by himself. He felt numb. He had finally done it. He had told Pam that he loved her and finally kissed her.
He was getting ready to spend an evening at home watching mindless TV and drinking too much cheap beer. He was about to leave when he realized that he left his Ipod in the offices and if ever there was the night for listening to his angsty playlist, it was tonight.
Jim stepped out of his car and headed back to the building that held the Dunder Mifflin offices. He hoped that he wouldn’t have to face Pam again. That would be horrible. As he stepped off the elevators and opened the door to the office, he noticed that it wasn’t deserted as he hoped. But, it wasn’t Pam who he found, but Dwight.
Dwight was lying down sleeping on the couch and woke up suddenly when Jim stepped into the room.
“Jim, what are you doing here?” Dwight asked suspiciously.
“Hey man, just coming to grab my Ipod.” Jim said shrugging.
“Heh. A Prism Durosport is much better. Much more durable. Just ask Pam.”
At the sound of Pam’s name Jim felt tears come to his eyes. Dwight looked at him with what looked like concern in his eyes.
Jim tried to pull himself together. “Please, Dwight. Don’t mention Pam to me right now.”
“Why? Did something transpire between you two?”
Jim could not believe that Dwight actually seemed concerned for him, and he was drunk enough that he was actually going to have a normal conversation with him.
“Well, yes actually. It was horrible. I told her that I loved her and she shot me down. Then me, being the masochistic person that I am, went back and kissed her.”
As Jim told Dwight his tale of woe, Dwight actually looked like he cared.
“Oh, Jim. That is horrible. Much like when Apollo confessed his love to Starbuck and she did not return it.” Dwight said with concern. “But, it’ll be alright. Just like Starbuck, she’ll come around.”
Jim had no idea what Dwight was talking about so he just nodded and said, “Uhh, yeah sure Dwight, whatever you say.” Jim could not stop thinking about the night’s events though. He sat down on the couch that had previously been Dwight’s bed and put his head in his hands.
As Jim sat there, he suddenly felt Dwight’s arm come around him. Jim was suddenly over come with emotion and leaned into Dwight’s shoulder sobbing.
Jim couldn’t believe that Dwight was being this nice to him and showing actual emotion. After Jim had calmed down, he glanced up at Dwight, and was surprised to see what he thought was affection in Dwight’s eyes. Jim did still feel a little drunk though.
“Dwight?”
Suddenly, Jim leaned in and kissed Dwight. Dwight responded right away and kissed Jim back, bringing his arms around Jim and pulling at his hair. It was rough and filled with the anger both of them felt against each other. As sudden as the kiss had started, Jim pulled away. Jim started to get up, not believing what he just did. They both looked at each other.
As they were staring at each other, Dwight broke out into a grin. “Yes, Jim. This is slash.”
Jim woke up suddenly, feeling sick to his stomach. Did I really just dream that? Wow. I’m so glad I always forget my dreams in the morning. Jim abruptly turned over and went to bed again.
Story Notes:
This is just a little fic I wrote late one night for my friend. It's not really meant to be taken seriously.
