Yes it’s Rubber Ducky Day!
And with it comes a Sylum Snippet!
This snippet is Dwight Hendricks/Jim Longworth
One down – 5 more to go!!
It had been a long shitty day.
Calhoun was lucky, Longworth hadn’t shot anyone. The idiot deserved more than a tongue lashing, for the shit he put his kids through. There were days he hated his job, and right now all he wanted to do was curl up with his Mate, who luckily had the day from hell off.
“Dwight?” He kicked off his shoes by the door, put away his badge and gun. Made his way to the kitchen to find a couple of cold beers. “Dwight? Snuggums?”
The only thing he could hear was the soft jazz music coming from the bedroom. He popped open the bottles, then made his way towards their room. The old style record player was open, the sultry voice of Aretha Franklin coming from the speakers. Jim wasn’t surprised his Mate owed an original record player, wasn’t shocked he had it since he was a kid – it was part of the whole Dwight Hendricks aesthetic. As was the guitar in the corner, leather jacket on the back of the jacket, and the hair gel in the bathroom.
Speaking of…
He eased the bathroom door open, smiling at the sight of his Mate soaking in the tub. The one that had been original to the house had been removed, when they remodeled the whole bathroom. It was too damn small for one of them, let alone two.
Leaning against the doorjamb he just took in the sight, enjoying the softness of the moment. They didn’t get many of these, usually one of them was using the bath to soak aching muscles after chasing some idiot criminal down a back alley.
“Should I be jealous?”
Dwight startled slightly, waters splashing over the edge. “When did you get home?”
“Twenty minutes ago. I was enjoying the view.” He waved his hand at wet naked Mate.
Dwight blushed slightly, before sitting up in the tub hand out for the beer he saw in Jim’s hand. “Did you kill anyone?”
“It was close but I reminded myself I look horrible in Prison Orange, and hate the desert, so living with the Medjai for a few decades would suck.” He leaned down for a kiss, then handed him the beer. “So I’ve been replaced?” He plucked the rubber ducky from the water.
“He was keeping me company until you got home.” Dwight took a sip then set the bottle on the floor, reaching upwards taking hold of Jim’s shirt and pulled him into the water.
He barely had enough time to set his own bottle on the floor, before landing in the water causing more to splash over the side. “So glad we got the extra large tub.”
“Me to.” Dwight kissed him soundly.
The rubber ducky stayed in the corner were it was safer.
LOL
Cute.
I bet the rubber ducky got an eyeful! This was sweet and very cute. **G**
—-Naj ❤