today is a fucking awful day for reasons I won't get into

[skoosiepants]

Because it's kind of pathetic. Cheer me up? Drabbles welcome, encouraged even. Shall we just go ahead and make this a Bob/Joe love fest? Or even just a Joe love fest, because that would be made of baby seals.

This isn't really a Bob/Joe drabble, although there will be Bob/Joe in this fic, so it counts a little:

Andy - Andy the Vegan, who isn’t really a vegan, not anymore, anyway, because it’s tough to be a picky eater on Atlantis, but they named him Andy the Vegan to separate him from Andy the Butcher, even though it never really stuck with anyone other than Joe, who likes shouting, “Andy the Vegan!” because it’s the one thing that’s sure to get a rise out of the laconic biochemist – but, anyway. Andy twirls his pen between his fingers. It’s a space pen. Frank’s had his eye on it for a while.

Office supplies are kind of limited, and a pen that can write upside-down is coveted above most other things.

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Re: Haze

[skoosiepants.livejournal.com]

you are my bob/joe hero!

Re: Haze

[belladonnalin.livejournal.com]

You'd think that Joe would have seen it coming, especially since it was kind of ... him. That did it.

Or whatever.

But really, Joe is as surprised as Bob when he finds himself leaning in again and swiping his tongue lazily over Bob's bottom lip, soothing the bite from two hours earlier.

Joe had been completely certain that ... whatever it was that had happened earlier was it. For the most part, he's really not that into dudes. He likes women, with the breasts and the hips and the softness and the harsh jagged laughs and smirks.

But Joe's eyes kept straying over to Bob during the rest of the night. And yeah, it might have been the high or the lazy summer night, it's not like Joe hasn't gotten stoned before and stared at Patrick's lips for half an hour. But somehow, Joe kept thinking back to the moment where Bob's breath had hitched when Joe kissed him on the bed, the look on his face when Joe grinned and rolled away toward the door.

Joe's seen longing before - he's in a band with Pete fucking Wentz, for G-d's sake - but Bob's longing, quickly covered, surprises him.

It must be that look, the swift intake of breath, the aura of confusion that Bob is just radiating that causes Joe to lean back in over a stack of dirty paper plates and kiss Bob again.

Because Joe's not stoned anymore. But he still wants to do this.

He's a little surprised, but pushes that aside for the time being. He has other things to be doing. Like pushing Bob into a room (Bob's room? Who cares?) and kicking the door shut with his foot as he fumbles with Bob's belt.

He can be surprised tomorrow. He's busy right now.

Re: Haze

[skoosiepants.livejournal.com]

dude, yes, MORE! *loves*

Re: Haze

[prairiedaun.livejournal.com]

*flail* Yes please!