Chapter title : quickly becoming routine himself

Pairings : Ashley/Rachid

Summary : basically it just like an episode. Plenty of sex, swearing, piss taking, angst, cute scenes etc etc you get what I mean...

Warnings : read the summary...

Disclaimers : not mine, although I wish Rachid was mmmmmm...

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Awkward moments and sticky situations

Chapter one- quickly becoming routine himself.

Rachid knew the thoughts he had were wrong. They were disgusting and exciting. It not like he's homophobic, that's as far from the truth as humanly possible, but not being homophobic and actually buttering that side of the bread, even if just on occasion, was equally as far apart as the prior.

He wasn't gay. And that was just it. He didn't and never had, had curious thoughts. Of course he could recognise when a bloke was good looking but he never thought anything more of it. That's was until he met Ashley.

Ashley Greenwhich. Even the name send shivers down his spine. The worst part was he couldn't not be near him. They worked together for fuck sake. Shoulder to shoulder. Quite literally while in the radioactive yellow ambulance they shared with Stuart.

Every word Ashley said, rashid remembered. They chanted in his head. He remembered, he resighted, he cherished and yet loathed every fucking syllable.

When had this started? Rachid could answer that question. He hadn't been like that on his first night, but then again maybe he was just too absorbed and frankly shocked by it being his first night and all. But somewhere in amongst his first week of being their trainee he had developed this crush? Was that what it was? Christ only knew had much he hoped so.

If it was a crush, a crush he could get over. Everyone does. Their just silly little fixations. Maybe, it's just his mind, being curious, wondering what it would be like to be with another man. After all, he had been with so many women, it was only natural, wasn't it?

Upon a Thursday morning, well I say morning- barely that, but he awoke. Not sweating like in the movies you see. Not like on telly where the person awakes in a pool of their own sweat, gasping at what horrors he/she had just imagined with their boss/co-worker/friend. No. It was most defintaly not like that, which is probably what freaks out rachid the most.

He awoke at peace. He awoke cuddling a couple of his pillows. Not in a creepy way, just laying on them, next to him. Smiling, calmly. His alarm went off at 5 am. His shift didn't start till 9 and he didn't need to leave till 8 but he had never be good at getting up or getting ready in a normal time. Consequently, he had discovered that it took him around 2 hours to do so and always had the extra just in case. This had been the longest he'd held down a career, he wasn't going compromise it because of his punctuality- or rather lack of.

He rolled over on to his back as the dream flashed back through his eyes. Delicate and deep kisses, those meaningful stares- on his part anyway- becomes something. Anything and everything. The imaginary heat they had shared, little words. Only the moans and groans of lovers in a ecstasy of emotions. He remembers Ashley calling his name as they reached new hight's in his metaphorical world. It had felt amazing and still made him smile.

He cursed those smiles as he throw the pillows a side and pushed down the covers. Breathing deeply, he sighed standing up. He pulled on his night thing bottoms. They were uncomfortable in bed but didn't like the thought of having them and never using them. So he wore them round the house in-between bed and getting dressed. Opening the thick heavy curtains to revile the foggy morn, he saw the full length mirror out the corner of his eye. He turn to look at himself. His eyes traced himself from feet to hair. Yawning he made a mental check list of everything to do before leaving for work. Another little thing he had found he needed to do or he would end up forgetting something or leaving with out feeding the cat, and trust me, that is not a good move- he had the small claw shaped scars to prove it on his left leg. Coffee was always an important one but of late there had always been the same item right at the top of his list;

"a cold shower"

So what do ya think? I love to hear what you think :D also this was beta-ed by my gerougous beta reader; griffin :3 so you have her to thank for being able to read it ^+^ hee hee. Please stay tuned for next chapter ~