Challenge: Sam/Deeks - "I really like a man who's good with hands."
"I really like a man who's good with his hands."
Deeks wasn't quite sure where the hell that statement came from. Would he have said that before today? He didn't know that either. All he knew was this: Monty completely jacked up the floor of his kitchen, and as soon as he mentioned hiring somebody to fix it, the mocking from Sam began.
So here he was, wearing only his low-slung jeans and a layer of sweat in his kitchen with Sam Hanna. Sam at least had the sense to wear his workout clothes, probably because he was a veritable Bob Villa while Deeks was pretending to be Tim "the tool man" Taylor. The old floor had been ripped up now, at least, and the new floor halfway installed. He could live with half of a floor, right?
Maybe he could blame his outburst on dehydration, since they'd been working and talking and laughing nonstop without a break. Or maybe there was so much testosterone in the air that he wasn't thinking straight. Literally. Blaming a concussion for his rather awkward confession wasn't plausible, and faking a stroke was just in poor taste. There was really no excusing it, he realized. It was kinda the truth.
He's always liked Sam, though the feelings had never even come close to being reciprocated. Today was going better than any of their other encounters, but Deeks just had to go and fuck it straight to hell. He should probably start running now. Albuquerque is lovely this time of year, he's heard.
Sam stood upright and wiped the sweat from his brow. Deeks tried to play it cool, like he totally never thought about Sam and his hand skills. "Me too," Sam finally responded with a crooked smile.
Deeks' mouth dropped open. Holy. Shit.