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Title: (untitled) Characters/Pairing: Jude, Max Rating: PG-13… 
30th-Apr-2008 09:41 pm
Title: (untitled)
Characters/Pairing: Jude, Max
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Across the Universe, because you can bet your ass you'd have heard of me if I did XD;
Warnings: Cute-ish roomie antics that may seem vaguely slashy? It's not slash though, I promise. When I get around to writing that, I'll just come out and say it. Also...this is my first AtU fic, my first fanfic in a great while, and un-beta'd...so I'M SORRY IF IT SUCKS. I probably managed to steal elements from half a dozen fanfics I've read recently, too, though it was unintentional I swear. I had a goal in mind with this one, and this seemed like the best way to do it >>;
Summary: Waking up in unexpected places (yes I know it's been done before, hush)

Jude is sleeping--or at least, he was up until very recently. Now he's in that sort of muddled half-sleep state, where everything around him is poking him (metaphorically speaking) to wake up but his mind is still clinging to that last vestige of dark, blissful oblivion.

The everything seems to be winning. It could have something to do with the fact that there's sunshine streaming in through the dirty windows, much to the chagrin of the hangover he's just now beginning to feel, or the fact that it feels like he somehow managed to fall asleep on the floor. The floor of Sadie's place is many, many things, but "comfortable" rarely crops up on the list.

It might also have something to do with the fact that there's a body under him. There is, in fact, something that feels very much like a hipbone poking into his ribs, metaphors be damned. Jude groans and squeezes his eyes tightly shut, hoping against hope that somehow this will make everything fade back away and let him sleep some more.

It doesn't work.

And whoever is beneath him seriously needs to eat a sandwich or something, Christ.

Jude shifts his weight, face pressed into a shirt that doesn't belong to him but smells oddly familiar, shoulder digging into ribs (the payback is unintentional but satisfying nonetheless). A groan echoes his own and there is little doubt left that he has somehow managed to fall asleep on the floor in a heap on top of Max.

"Who turned the sun on?" he hears Max whine, the thick-with-sleep-and-alcohol sound of the other man's voice coming simultaneously from somewhere to the side of Jude's head and from directly below, as Jude's face is currently still half-buried in the blonde's shirt. He can feel the movement as Max throws an arm over his face to block out the offending light.

His pillow is warm (and not really so bad now that the hipbone is out of his chest) but Jude sits up anyway, keeping his eyes half-lidded and yawning widely. "What time is it?" he manages after a moment. He runs a hand over dark hair that is surely sticking up in all manner of awkward angles, he doesn't need a mirror to tell him that.

"Too early," Max replies automatically. The skinny blonde rolls over onto his stomach, side bumping lightly against Jude's back, and folds his hands to the sides of his face.

Now that Jude's eyes have become somewhat accustomed to the level of light in the whatever room, he looks around. No one else appears to be home at the moment, except that Sadie's probably still sleeping in her own room. It can't be past two already, can it?

"D'you have to work today?"

Max perks up a bit at that, and he lifts his head enough to peer back over his shoulder at Jude with bloodshot eyes. "What is today?"

"...that's a good question."

"Then the answer is no," Max grins before lying flat again.

Jude chuckles and leans back, scooting a bit so that his head and shoulders are propped up on his friend, and laces his hands over his abdomen. "One of these days they're going to fire you, y'know."

"I doubt it," comes the muffled reply. "Do you know how hard it is to find a cab driver that speaks English? I'm like the second coming of Jesus."

An incredulous laugh escapes Jude's throat. "Something tells me you bein' able to turn water to wine is a very bad idea."

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Judey."

Jude shakes his head, smiling, and slowly levers himself to his feet. He's unstable on them for a moment, head still reeling from the previous night's revelry, but eventually he feels confident enough to step over Max and pad off toward the kitchen. As he's filling the tea kettle with water he calls back toward the other room: "All I'm sayin' is, a few more times like this and people are gonna start wonderin', aren't they? Thinkin' we're a bit funny." It isn't the first time they've ended up in a drunken pile together after a long night. Jude doesn't really mind, although he infinitely prefers the nights they at least manage to make it to a bed of some variety.

Suddenly there is a Max in the room, his bloodshot eyes looking less pathetic and more demented when coupled with the twisted grin he's sporting.

"They wouldn't think that Judey, come on," he drawls mirthfully. "Like anyone would believe I'd let you be on top."

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/dies of embarrassment
AtU // Jim x Joe <3
Comments 
1st-May-2008 03:37 pm (UTC)

Thank you! ^^;

I'd love to say there'll be more after finals, but who am I kidding? As if I can wait a whole week XD;
1st-May-2008 03:48 pm (UTC)
See, this is where I wish I were good at writing fic. XD

Woooo, can't wait! :DD
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