NaNoWriMo 2004, Notes From the Tundra

Title: Notes From the Tundra
Rating/Warnings: PG…13? who even knows.
Summary: It’s totally a euphemism.
A/N: For fantomeq. Thanks so much to you *g* the support meant the world to me in some dark NaNo and site coding hours.

Notes From the Tundra

On a random Wednesday afternoon, Adam comes through his front door to find a known felon reclining on his couch, his guard rat lying upside-down on the felon’s lap, disarmed by belly scratchies.

“Hi,” Steve says, like they’d just seen each other this morning rather than three weeks ago. The rat cracks an eye to find out why the fingers that were ruffling his belly fur have stopped.

“What are you doing here?” Adam asks, caught flat-footed. He is still standing in the doorway, one hand on the knob, the other holding his laptop bag.

“Well,” Steve scoops up the rat, who does not look at all pleased by this turn of events, and places him on the couch so he can stand up, “your last postcard sounded a little lonely.”

“My last…” Adam struggles to even remember what his last postcard said as Steve tugs him gently the rest of the way inside and takes the laptop bag out of his hand to lean it against the wall. “You mean the one that said ‘my furry little roommate isn’t getting enough quality petting’?”

“Call me crazy,” Steve smiles, pushing Adam’s coat down off his shoulders, “but that sounds just an eensy bit like a euphemism to me.”

Adam glances over Steve’s shoulder at the rat, who is hunched up on the couch in irritation, actually baring his teeth over the loss of his petter, and isn’t sure whether laughing so hard for the first time in weeks feels better than Steve’s arms sliding around his waist.

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