When You Are Out There On The Road

When You Are Out There On The Road
By Ephemera.


Inspired by Such Great Heights, by The Postal Service, and written for tsuki_no_bara's 2nd Original Ficathon, June 2006. Thanks to C and M for the cheerleading, and especially to ms_manna, without whom this would have been much shorter and much less in every way. All remaining mistakes are my own.

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Beck's my room mate. My best friend. My guardian angel. He's, like, the single best thing about going away to college, so when he called my cell at two am, four days after he dropped me off at the airport so I could fly home for the summer, I was right there. I wasn't asleep. Actually, I was kind of putzing around on the computer one handed and jerking off, but that's fairly irrelevant.

"Hey, man, what's up!"

We keep pretty late hours on campus, so I didn't automatically think that anything was going to be wrong, but when he didn't answer right off the bat, I did.

"Sam."

His voice was real choked up, which made my blood run, honest to god, cold. Beck had seen me through some real crap that year, and I'd never heard him sound like that.

"Fuck, Beck. I'm here. What's up. What's wrong." ( Read more... )

When You Are Out There On The Road

When You Are Out There On The Road
By Ephemera.


Inspired by Such Great Heights, by The Postal Service, and written for tsuki_no_bara's 2nd Original Ficathon, June 2006. Thanks to C and M for the cheerleading, and especially to ms_manna, without whom this would have been much shorter and much less in every way. All remaining mistakes are my own.

*****

Beck's my room mate. My best friend. My guardian angel. He's, like, the single best thing about going away to college, so when he called my cell at two am, four days after he dropped me off at the airport so I could fly home for the summer, I was right there. I wasn't asleep. Actually, I was kind of putzing around on the computer one handed and jerking off, but that's fairly irrelevant.

"Hey, man, what's up!"

We keep pretty late hours on campus, so I didn't automatically think that anything was going to be wrong, but when he didn't answer right off the bat, I did.

"Sam."

His voice was real choked up, which made my blood run, honest to god, cold. Beck had seen me through some real crap that year, and I'd never heard him sound like that.

"Fuck, Beck. I'm here. What's up. What's wrong." ( Read more... )