Pain to Feel, EdxSam, PG 13
Title: Pain to Feel
Author: darkseeradept
Characters/Pairings: Sam and Ed
Word Count: 363
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: #6 Shelter
Warnings: Slash
Spoilers: Set sometime after 'Between Heartbeats'
Summary: "I thought you went home?" "I was waiting for you."
Disclaimer: I don't own Flashpoint... wish i did but I don't.
Author's notes: I thought you had to use one drabble for every hundred words... silly me... This drabble was done late at night... i'm not a huge EdxSam fan but sometimes it's kind of cute. Thanks lillyg for all your help and i hope this is right.
Ed felt his breathing becoming more and more laboured with each passing second. The sharp inhales, the low shaky exhales were the only noise in the room as Ed felt his fingers go numb from holding onto the bench so tightly. Everyone had gone home already, but he had remained...alone in the locker room, unable to shake Petar's face from his mind. How the kid had looked with a bullet hole in the side of his head. A bullet hole he had gotten after pointing a gun at him. A bullet hole, curtsey of Sam. Ed's chest constricted painfully at the image.
Two warm hands on his shoulders made the team leader jump, but as the familiar smell of gunpowder and ocean reached him he knew Sam was standing behind him. "Just breathe...breathe Ed." Sam muttered his voice low as his fingers slipped under the fabric of Ed's muscle shirt to rest against the skin of his shoulders.
Slowly the older man let his muscles relax, his breathing evening out as Sam moved his fingers around the base of his neck massaging out the knots there. Concentrating solely on the warm hands skimming over his back, Ed sighed, the stiffness fading from his posture, his knuckles no longer white as they gripped the bench. He felt the blonde shift behind him but didn't say anything as Sam rested his right knee on the metal behind Ed's hand to lean forward pressing his torso to Ed's back.
Ed shivered at the warmth coming off of the other sniper as Sam's jacket fell across his arms, as if it were trying to wrap him up too. He hadn't realized how cold he was before, but now as Sam's hands moved out from under his shirt to wrap around his shoulders. The older man sighed contently as he felt soft hair against his scalp when Sam let his head rest against Ed's.
"I thought you went home?" Ed muttered his voice low.
"I was waiting for you." was the blonde’s reply, the sound of his voice vibrating through his chest making something deep inside Ed come alive at the feeling.
Author: darkseeradept
Characters/Pairings: Sam and Ed
Word Count: 363
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: #6 Shelter
Warnings: Slash
Spoilers: Set sometime after 'Between Heartbeats'
Summary: "I thought you went home?" "I was waiting for you."
Disclaimer: I don't own Flashpoint... wish i did but I don't.
Author's notes: I thought you had to use one drabble for every hundred words... silly me... This drabble was done late at night... i'm not a huge EdxSam fan but sometimes it's kind of cute. Thanks lillyg for all your help and i hope this is right.
Ed felt his breathing becoming more and more laboured with each passing second. The sharp inhales, the low shaky exhales were the only noise in the room as Ed felt his fingers go numb from holding onto the bench so tightly. Everyone had gone home already, but he had remained...alone in the locker room, unable to shake Petar's face from his mind. How the kid had looked with a bullet hole in the side of his head. A bullet hole he had gotten after pointing a gun at him. A bullet hole, curtsey of Sam. Ed's chest constricted painfully at the image.
Two warm hands on his shoulders made the team leader jump, but as the familiar smell of gunpowder and ocean reached him he knew Sam was standing behind him. "Just breathe...breathe Ed." Sam muttered his voice low as his fingers slipped under the fabric of Ed's muscle shirt to rest against the skin of his shoulders.
Slowly the older man let his muscles relax, his breathing evening out as Sam moved his fingers around the base of his neck massaging out the knots there. Concentrating solely on the warm hands skimming over his back, Ed sighed, the stiffness fading from his posture, his knuckles no longer white as they gripped the bench. He felt the blonde shift behind him but didn't say anything as Sam rested his right knee on the metal behind Ed's hand to lean forward pressing his torso to Ed's back.
Ed shivered at the warmth coming off of the other sniper as Sam's jacket fell across his arms, as if it were trying to wrap him up too. He hadn't realized how cold he was before, but now as Sam's hands moved out from under his shirt to wrap around his shoulders. The older man sighed contently as he felt soft hair against his scalp when Sam let his head rest against Ed's.
"I thought you went home?" Ed muttered his voice low.
"I was waiting for you." was the blonde’s reply, the sound of his voice vibrating through his chest making something deep inside Ed come alive at the feeling.