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IKEA The morning of the 2nd of July brought with it a promise of a clear sky and warm weather.
Shaun and Desmond got out of bed and put on some clothes that wouldn’t make them too hot during the day, before going downstairs to have a light breakfast, seeing as they didn’t have much food due to the lack of a refrigerator.
Just the prospect of going through all of IKEA after the stuff they needed made the meagre breakfast and lack of coffee didn’t bode well for the outcome of the day.
They had ordered a dishwasher, stove and refrigerator, but it wouldn’t arrive until the next day, which was why they were going to IKEA today. The counters, cabinets and sink had already been fitted, just as the bathrooms had been furnished with plumbing and cabinets.
Today, they were going to buy everything else, from furniture to candles.
It took them about an hour to arrive at IKEA in Cardiff, which was the closest one, and even though they were there just as the s
Job Offer and House Hunting - Chapter 2 Shaun is surprisingly calm during the interview, even though he had problems falling asleep the night before.
He answers every question truthfully and the school board seems pleased.
After the interview he’s guided around the campus and meets some of the people he’ll be working with if he gets the job. Shaun even gets to have lunch with them and gets to know a bit from several employees about what it’s like to work there and what it’s like to have students from abroad.
Even though Shaun tries not to, he starts to envision himself working there, sometimes going to the pub after work, the one he’d been to the night before with Desmond.
And that’s another thing he tries not to think about – how Desmond revealed that Bad Weather was his, and that he sold it for Shaun’s sake, so they could afford the penthouse after all.
Shaun’s always been self sufficient, making his own money, not wanting to rely on others, so he does
Job Offer and House Hunting - Chapter 1 A phonecall woke Shaun from his dream about meeting Desmond for the first time. In a haze he reached for his phone, moving Desmond’s arm away from his stomach in the process.
“Shaun here,” he sat up in bed, suddenly alert. “Really? Yes, sir, I can be there on Monday. Ten thirty, at the University? I’ll make the arrangements now. Thank you, sir. I’ll see you then.”
“’s that?” Desmond asked drowsily as Shaun got out of bed.
“It was from Swansea University, they want me to come in for an interview on Monday. Two of the professors will leave the university at the end of the school year and they’re looking for new teachers. They didn’t tell me which posts, but there have been some rumours going since last summer, just before I left for New York and met you, actually.” All this Shaun said while he got dressed.
“I’m going to make arrangements for an overnight stay, so
When First I Met You When they saw each other for the first time, it was a late summer night. The day had been unnaturally humid, and the big city had made it much worse. Shaun was back in New York for two weeks to catch up with some friends from his time in college. They had moved there because they’d been offered some jobs after having studied a semester at one of the schools.
Shaun had gone off to Italy for a semester, finding that history much more interesting.
Even though that wasn’t his first time in America, he’d never managed to understand why people found the country so appealing. The laws were ridiculous, the people and their view on war and religion and anyone not straight and white and rich even more so.
He loves history, which is why he ended up as a history professor. Shaun loves learning and teaching about the change, which is basically what history is to him. History is about change, about how interesting it is, and how dull it becomes when it stays dormant. I
Shaun x Desmond: The Warmth of Your Body Shaun sighs as he looks in on Desmond on his way to his own room. It’s the fourth night in a row the other man’s forgotten to close the window in his room before falling asleep.
It’s halfway through November and the nights are growing ever colder and there’s a bite to them now. The air is getting fresher and sharper, bringing the promise of snow with it.
If Desmond continues to do this, he’ll soon catch a cold and Shaun just knows he’ll be downright miserable if he does. So if Shaun can’t make Desmond close it, he’ll just have to find another solution.
So he closes the window and drags Desmond’s covers up so he won’t be as cold. And, okay, maybe his right hand lingers a bit on his shoulder, but he tells himself that it’s just to check the other man’s temperature, just so he knows if he needs to buy another blanket.
Desmond makes a contended sound, and Shaun quickly pulls his hand away,
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