i'm on a writing binge, and i love it :D
i know, i've still got to work on paper wings, (and the mistakes sequel), but i can't think for either. thus writing crap like this to see if i can to writing stuff for them, or at least PA ...
Title: Over
Characters/Pairing: Tom Hanson, Doug Penhall – err...
Rating: K
Warnings: slash...
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: "Can I ask you something?"
A/N: written for a challenge on WWOMB where you had to use the line"Can I ask you something?" in the story. Not sure if you had to do anything else, but oh well.
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"Can I ask you something?"
Tom turned his head to the right slowly, tongue darting out to lick away the remaining crumbs of his sandwich. He cast a curious glance at his friend, before nodding his head quickly, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed a piece of crust.
Doug coughed uneasily, forcefully, before moving forward a few paces so that he was only a few feet from Tom. "It's, uh, it's kinda private," he whispered in a strangled tone, voice betraying him as he thought about what he was planning on talking to Tom about.
"Private?" Tom repeated, looking around the room before letting out a slow chuckle. It was lunch time at the chapel, and besides himself and Doug, only a few other workers remained. None of them seemed to be at a close enough distance to hear either man.
Doug followed Tom's gaze, surveying the nearly empty chapel, before shrugging his shoulders. They stayed slightly raised, and Tom's features contorted into a look of worry and slight panic. "What's up?" he asked, trying to keep the emotions out of his tone. It came out less casual than he had wanted, but seemed to hide the worry and panic attacking him on the inside and threatening to escape.
"I don't think we should do this anymore," Doug admitted after a minute of silence, stuffing sweaty hands into the pockets of worn jeans. "I just, I can't," he added, emphasizing the final word with pained hardness. "I'm sorry."
Tom stared in shock, worry and panic in full motion, joined by pain and defeat. For the last month he had sensed the two of them drifting, falling apart, and as much as he had known it would end soon, he just hadn't wanted it to be that soon. And he still felt the need to ask that one small question, that one simple word nagging at him inside his brain like a nail being pounded into the wall: "Why?"
"You know why Tommy," Doug replied, exasperated. He had wanted to just end it, to tell Tom what he had planned, and then it would be done, over – they would be done, their relationship as lovers, possibly even as friends, would be over.
"Yeah, I know," Tom mumbled, even though he kind of didn't. He just knew that all the emotions and everything else between them had slowly faded away until they were nothing, extinguished like a candle's flame. And that wasn't much of an answer, but he knew Doug would never tell him, at least not now, and he would just have to take it as is.
"I am sorry," Doug continued, and he really was. There was just nothing left between them, and he knew that Tom knew it as well. "But we can still be friends. I never did want this to mess up our friendship, ya know?"
Tom nodded slowly, tears springing to vacant eyes. Of course he hadn't wanted it to ruin what they had had before, but that didn't make it so that it never happened. It had, though, and now, after seven long months, it was over.
Neither had actually expected it to last, and Doug hadn't even thought they would make it that far; Tom had hoped they could of at least had a one year anniversary before it had ended.
