Who: Mark and Glibt. What: Surges and job offers. Where: Brownstone 2.0 When: Friday evening. Warnings: Mentions of sexuality.
Glibt's superiors at ACT UP were used to Glibt taking off to be at the scene of important events, like when he had taken a day off to fly to Washington when the DADT protesters had chained themselves to the fence of the White House or when he had taken entire weeks off to head down to California to watch over the Proposition 8 trial. But there were no huge events occurring in the world of LGBTQ activism and it surprised them that 'Harvey', upon hearing that Justice Stevens had stepped down, had left the office abruptly without any explanation. In fact, it had surprised them when, a few days prior, he had handed in his two weeks notice and informed them that he was likely to take a high-ranking job at Empire State Pride Agenda instead of toiling away writing pamphlets and zipping all over the country, going where the fight was. It wasn't like him to want to be high-ranking director, they had thought, when the Harvey they knew instead preferred to be behind the scenes of the struggle, and it wasn't like the Harvey they knew to take off in the middle of a work day without telling them why.
But both had happened, the reason why Glibt had quit his job at ACT UP was in a folder in his laptop case next to the bed and the reason why Glibt had left so quickly was strewn all around the room. Donkey hair laced with glitter was spread around the bedroom like a weather front of Party power and a weather front of Issue power had slammed together to form a hurricane and, hours after the two had collided, Glibt's body ached in all the right ways as he felt the storm die down around them and was able to reluctantly detach himself from his boyfriend, breathing heavily and running shaky fingers through sweat dampened hair. It took him twenty minutes before he had gathered enough of himself to press a light kiss to Mark's lips, offer up murmured congratulations on his boyfriend getting to name another Supreme Court Justice, and slip out of the bed slowly. Donning boxers and one of Mark's t-shirts, he was only gone from the bedroom long enough to grab them both a beer from the fridge and stoop in the hallway to retrieve Mark's cigarettes and lighter from the pocket of the suit jacket that Glibt had almost ripped in his hurry to remove it hours before.
Sliding back into bed easily enough and leaning against the headboard, he reached over Mark to set his boyfriend's beer on the small table on Mark's side of the bed before opening his own. Gulping down a third of it, he handed over Mark's cigarettes and lighter with a bit of a rueful smile and a nod toward the cigarette pack. "I don't know where my jacket ended up, but you don't mind sharing, right?" Really, he thought to himself, it was a marvel that his laptop bag had ended up in the bedroom, but Glibt knew he needed it there, to eventually discuss the potential new job with Mark.