|John James Searle (inneedofrepair) wrote in the_colony,|
@ 2011-01-17 18:41:00
|Entry tags:||^ week 33, andrew kirke, john james searle, | drew and searle|
Week 33 - Friday
Characters: Drew and Searle.
Location: Drew and Ana’s room.
Summary: Searle is seeking condoms and hopes Drew can help him out.
After making sure Ana was out and about elsewhere in the farmhouse, Searle dashed to the room she shared with Drew on the first floor and knocked. As he listened to the sound his knuckles made against the wooden door, Searle forced himself to push out a long breath of air. Ever since he’d decided to have a talk with Drew, or ask him a favor more like, his insides had been crawling with nerves. The sensation only got worse the longer Searle had to wait for the door to be answered. Part of him was ready to declare Drew not in, and he pulled his hand back. There was still time to abort the mission.
Then suddenly, the door opened and there he was. The musician cocked his head at the sight of the boy on the other side of the door. Searle was a good kid for all he knew him, though they’d never really spoken except at the table during meals or briefly in passing; that he should come searching him out was a little surprising.
“Heya,” Drew said, realizing he hadn’t greeted him properly and cracking a smile. “‘Sup?”
“Hey,” Searle replied, though his smile was more hesitant. “Can I talk to you … in private?”
“Uh, sure,” the older man answered, pulling backward into the room to allow Searle in. Searle stood just far enough away from the door so that Drew could close it, and brought a hand up to scratch at the back of his head.
“Uhm, so, I’m just going to ask.” A pause. “Do you have condoms? Maybe one - or two - I could borrow?”
Drew blinked at him for a moment before giving a breath of a laugh. “Borrow? I’m not sure I’d be wanting condoms back, man,” he said, hoping to break up the tension Searle was clearly feeling.
At first, Searle’s expression worsened as his eyebrows crowded together, but as the hand at the back of his head moved to cover his face briefly he did laugh. “Yeah … no,” he said, and dropping his hand revealed he was blushing pretty hard.
Drew grinned, immediately empathizing with the teenager. Getting condoms had been the hardest thing about getting into a girl’s pants, possibly even harder than the act of getting that far in the first place. He hadn’t been able to come into them any easier himself.
“Sadly, no,” he said finally, moving to sit on his bed. “I haven’t used condoms in a few years. Ana was always on the pill when we were dating, and now...” his smile turned fond and he gave a little shrug, letting the sentence trail off into nothing. It didn’t need finishing, after all. “Have you tried the good doctor? She might know about where to... procure some.”
Somehow, Searle couldn’t picture Ana pregnant very well, but he knew if it did happen it would seem entirely natural. He had seen Bridget go through all of the stages (or most of them), and he’d seen Evie’s pregnant belly as well. All in all, pregnancy was probably a very good thing, but thinking about being a father himself, outside of Nevaeh’s bed and arms, didn’t seem as magical.
“That’s a good idea,” Searle said slowly. Going to the doctor made it seem like a bigger deal than he wanted it to be, but Drew was right that she was likely his best bet. “Do you think she would tell anyone?”
“Nah,” Drew answered, waving the question of dismissively. “There’s codes about that or something. And given the fact she’s the only doctor around, I’ll betcha she wants to keep those codes alive.” He paused, looking the boy over. Had he already taken the big proverbial plunge? Given the way he’d blushed, it could be 50/50, but Drew was hesitant to ask him. The poor kid looked embarrassed enough just to ask about condoms.
“Yeah,” Searle said, and smiled. “Thanks for being so cool about it.”
“Well, if you’ve got any questions, feel free to ask,” Drew replied, drumming his hands on his knees. “A lot of it is instinct and getting over the weirdness of talking about it mid-bang, but sometimes it’s just easier to figure it out mano e mano.”
“I might take you up on that,” Searle said with a nod. “Nevaeh’s more experienced than me, though, so she tells me what to do if I don’t know.” Maybe he shouldn’t have, but Searle couldn’t help but to drop Nevaeh’s name. He was proud to be with her and had wanted to brag since Wednesday.
Drew’s eyes widened in surprise, but he was quick to grin. Damn, son, he thought, biting back another laugh. Way to go. Instead, he held out his fist in a bump.
“Rock on, then.”
“I will,” Searle promised, unable to reign in his cheek splitting grin, and bumped his own fist against Drew’s.