Bus Stop
Waiting
Title: Bus Stop
Pairing: Norman Reedus/Marshall Mathers
Disclaimer: Not true and I don't own these ppl
Notes: for those of you who don't know Norman Reedus, he's an actor/model. He was in the movie Boondock Saints, which is brilliant.
Here's the manipulation that I made that inspired this entire story: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v39/pumpkinRosie/BusWaiting.jpg
ps... the names are the same but they don't have their star dust quality... just two random guys
It wasn't a hot day but Norman had been standing in the sun for close to an hour while waiting for the bus to come and he was starting to sweat. He took off his black suit jacket and tried to covertly eye the man next to him.
He looked rumpled and out of sorts as if he’d stayed up most of the night and then slept for an hour in his clothes. Passed out maybe, Norman mused. They hadn’t spoken to each other so his brain had been left on autopilot, wondering and making up all sorts of stories about where he’s been the night before.
Drinking away his sorrows. His wife left him for another man. Norman imagined white knuckled fingers on a large whiskey bottle, spilling the amber liquid from his lips and down his chin. In a fit of anger hurling the bottle at the nearest wall. He’d watch the glass shatter and then maybe start crying, but in a sad man-brought-to-his-knees sort of way. There'd be tears but they wouldn’t mean that he was weak.
Norman’s made up his mind, this will be his next conquest.
***
Marshall can feel the other’s eyes on him, watching him. He feels like he should ask the time just to get it over with. The dark haired man obviously wants to talk to him. Social niceties. He’s not sure why he even cares. He tilts his gaze up slightly and unexpectedly locks eyes with the other. It’s strange that he can’t look away and hears himself detachedly stumbling over his own words to ask the time.
***
Norman talks him into a meal at the diner. The bus really isn’t going to be here anytime soon and they’re both starving. After coffee and some lunch the woman behind the counter says the bus broke down and won’t be by until the day after tomorrow, if even then.
***
Norman’s body rolls into his on the bed. The mattress is cheap and it dips in the middle with the weight of them. They’ve been drinking and talking to pass the time but now it seems like it may be time to sleep. Marshall feels the warmness all across his side and then hears the voice too near to his ear.
“I found the gun in your stuff. Why do you have it?”
He wants to panic but the liquor is making his mind swim and he can’t hold onto it so he tells the truth. “I was gonna… take it all away… end it... but then I couldn’t. I couldn’t even do that much.”
Norman scrapes his chin across Marshall’s face and says thoughtfully; “I’m a thief… not even a very good one at that. I thought you might be someone… important.” He presses his lips hard against the corner of Marshall’s mouth and waits to see what he’ll do about it.