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Dwight pulled into his parking spot and twisted the key, the engine cutting off. He leaned back in his seat and sighed, rubbing his forehead. Another day at Dunder Mifflin Paper Company. Another week he was working under a man he deemed incompetent. The Schrute shut his eyes for a moment until he heard a knock at his window. Jolted, he looked over.
"No lacking on duty, officer." Jim grinned. In past years, Dwight would have rolled his eyes and shoved open the door in his co-worker's face. But now, his frown curved up into a small smile. Jim backed up, and the shorter opened the car door.
"Bad morning already? You looked kinda down."
Dwight caught ahold of his suit jacket and pulled. Slotting their lips together, the salesman gave him a sweet but short kiss.
He pulled back, exhaling. "Getting better already."
Jim blushed and hit him lightly on the shoulder. They started walking towards the building.
"Why would you do that? I thought you wanted to be secret. You said it," Jim put up quotations. "'Made it hotter.'"
"Well, it does. I feel better. Now that you're here. Needed to show it."
Jim bumped into him. "Who knew you were such a romantic."
Dwight smiled again and held open the door.
"Well, maybe Angela..."
"Hush."
They got on the elevator, Jim pushing the button for the top floor.
"Wait! Hold the elevator, please!"
Jim's hand reached out between the doors. They came together but stopped at the arm in their way, drifting back apart.
"Oh, hey, Pam. How was your weekend?"
She didn't respond immediately, sighing and leaning against the wall, trying to catch her breath. Dwight glanced at Jim. The salesman shrugged. Pam sat up a little, rubbing her belly. Her significant bump continued to grow as her due date crept up fast.
"Fine." She answered eventually.
"That's good. Do anything fun?"
"Uh, yeah. Brian took me up to the lake for a while. It wasn't very sunny, though."
"Nice, and how's Poppy?"
Pam glanced down at the swell of her stomach and patted it. "She's good."
"That's good," Dwight said.
"Yes."
--
Erin looked up as the three walked into the office, Pam mostly waddling.
"Hi, guys!" She was, as usual, very expressive, with a huge smile on her face.
Pam grimaced and padded over to her desk.
Jim looked at her as she walked by, eyebrows raised in mild amusement. Dwight brushed past him, his hand trailing on the other's lower back. He smiled after the older and watched him travel into the kitchen. Andy came out of his office, clapping his hands.
"Ah, Tuna! Just the fish I was looking for. Come with me. Into my of-five." His voice trailed off, going back into his office.
Jim shook his head, still smiling. This was going to be a good day; he could feel it.
--
"So, Jim. There is a new client up for grabs. Uh." Andy looked down at his info sheet. "Hyppo Prints. Which obviously uses a lot of paper. Because it's a publishing company, so need you to get on it. And take another salesman. They like duos. It doesn't matter who."
"Thank you, boss-man."
"Mmm-hmm."
Jim hesitated at the doorframe. "Andy, are you okay?"'
He sighed. "Yeah, I'm just a little distracted."
The lanky salesman closed the door and sat down again. Leaning forward, he asked, "What's up?"
Andy paused for a few moments and then exclaimed, "I made out with a man last night."
"Woah, alright. Why are you telling me this?" Jim glanced at the camera and wondered if Andy knew they were there.
"I think I might be, whatever it's called. Bisexual, is it? When you like women and men."
"Yes, that's what it is." Silence for a beat. "I- um, does that mean that you liked it?" Jim put extra emphasis on the word. Andy blushed and bit his lip. He looked down, crossing his legs.
"Have you ever kissed a man, Jim?"
"Quite a few, yeah. It helped me figure out that I'm gay."
Andy's eyes widened. "You're gay? Are you with Oscar?"
"No, what? Why does everyone always assume that the gay guys are together? No, I'm dating someone else." Jim leaned back in his chair, annoyed.
"Oh, sorry. To tell you- I guess more of the truth..." Andy paused, calibrating. He looked out the window at the accounting department. "I kinda like Oscar."
Jim's eyebrows raised. "You should tell him."
"Maybe." Andy glanced at his computer screen. "Wait, back up. Did you say you were dating someone? Who? Do I know him?"
"I can't tell you."
"Damn. Well, you should probably go."
"Yeah." Jim got up, fingers on the door handle. "And, I'm proud of you, Andy."
"Thanks."
--
To the doc crew...
"I'm not saying it surprises me. I knew that guy was fruity since I first met him. So far, Andy is the only one my gaydar has worked on. Like, for instance, I had no idea that Dwight was gay. For me, no less. I mean, he constantly talked about sex with women, so." Jim shrugged. "I'm glad he finally accepted that he also liked men."
--
"Hey, Halpert. What did Andy want?"
"Sales call, wanna come?" Jim grabbed the coffee cup off his desk, taking a sip. He thanked his boyfriend with a dirty text and a sly smile.
"Uh, sure." Dwight got up from his desk and shut off his computer.
They heard a snore, both looking at Stanley. But he was wide awake, a gigantic grin on his face, and laughing at whoever was on his phone. Another snore, this one quieter. Jim looked at his other deskmate. Pam was sound asleep, head on her keyboard. His mouth turned up in a small sympathetic smile. The salesman walked over and patted her on the shoulder. She slowly picked up her head, blinking sleep out of her eyes.
"Uh, hey. If you wanna take a nap, talk to Darryl. He knows a spot."
"Really?" Pam asked.
"Yeah." He walked away, grabbing his coat off the rack. "Alright, Beesly, I'll see you later."
"Where are you going?" Pam glanced at Dwight, who was looking at his partner.
"New client."
"Ah, well, have fun."
"Yea. Come on, Dwight."
--
"Are we going to do another run of Handsome and Stinky: Paper Brothers for Hire?" Dwight asked, slightly jokingly, as he got in Jim's car.
Jim snorted, buckling his seatbelt. "What about Handsome and Stinky: Paper Boyfriends for hire?"
"You want to go as a couple?" Dwight looked at him, slightly surprised.
"Wha- yeah. Can't hide all the time, babe. Do you not want to?" Jim turned the engine over and drove out of the parking lot.
"Well, sure. I don't think there'd be much of a difference."
Jim laughed. "Yeah, I agree with that."
--
"Hi, Mr. Sand, is it?"
The short man nodded, slightly glaring up at Jim, probably because he was a lot taller than him. A protective animal instinct washed over Dwight, urging him to protect his mate. He shook it off.
"Mr. Sand, hello. I am Dwight Schrute, and this is my partner, Jim Halpert. We are paper salesmen." They both shook his hand.
The man's eyebrows shifted, raising from their glare.
"Partner? As in, you're dating?"
"Yes. Is there a problem?"
"No, no." Mr. Sand's mouth twitched in a small smile. "I actually quite admire LGBTQ+ people. You are all so brave for living your truth. I wish I could do that against my mother-in-law." He shook his head and started down a hallway. "Come on, let's see if you can sell to me."
Jim followed him, turning around to wink at Dwight.
--
"So, we know as a publishing company; you use lots of paper like A4 and 60lb uncoated. And if you sign up today, we can offer a discount on those products."
Mr. Sand nodded, looking down at his info sheet. "What's the discount?"
"35% off." Jim side-smiled.
Dwight shifted, uncrossing his legs. "Can I use your phone?"
The man looked at him. "Yeah, sure."
The beet farmer leaned forward, turned the phone towards himself, and then picked up the receiver. He typed in the number for Staples.
Jim started talking again. "We also offer discounts on ink cartridges-"
"One." Dwight declared into the speaker.
"And any forms you need-"
"Three."
"-We can custom make them."
"Seven." A classical tune started wafting out of the phone.
--
Oscar pushed open the door out of the bathroom, biting his lip. His mind was running a lot more harshly lately. It gave the Spanish man migraines occasionally.
"I need a vacation." He whispered to himself.
"Uh, hey, Oscar."
Andy was sitting at the table in the kitchen with a sandwich in hand.
"Andy." Oscar colored lightly, embarrassed that his boss had caught him speaking to himself.
"Do you have plans for Friday, C-Span? You wanna go out for drinks or something?"
Oscar almost doubled over with a random pain in his side.
He cleared his throat. "Uh, yeah. That sounds good, Andy. Can't wait."
Andrew grinned.
Oscar nodded and escaped out the kitchen door, gripping his side.
--
"Alright, I get what you guys are saying, but it makes much more financial sense to go with one of the 'big guys.' Specifically, Staples."
"I can't say that's not true, but how important to you is customer service?" Jim asked.
Mr. Sand scoffed. "Very."
"Please stay on the line. Your call is very important to us."
Dwight sighed. "This is one of the 'big guys.'" He shook his head. "Been on hold this whole time."
"And this-" Jim drew out his phone. "Is Dunder-Mifflin."
"Dunder-Mifflin Customer Service, this is Kelly."
"Hey, Kelly. It's Jim."
"Omigod, Jim, I heard a crazy rumor about you-"
Jim laughed, closing his phone.
"Alright." Mr. Sand laughed as well. "We've got a deal."
--
"Nice teamwork, babe. Told ya' it would work." Jim bumped into Dwight's arm as they walked towards the front door.
The shorter glanced at him. "We would have made the sale either way."
"Well, yeah. I know. But it was fun, right?" The taller salesman asked as he held open the door.
"Yes, I suppose." Dwight shrugged, walking to the car.
Jim followed, furrowing his eyebrows. "Hey, Dwight. What's up with you today? You're kinda off."
The Schrute sighed, stopping. "Have you ever thought about our future?"
Jim faltered. "What?"
"How long have we been dating now? Four years?"
His partner stepped up to him, lacing their fingers together. "Four - relatively - blissful years."
Dwight smiled endearingly. He pulled Jim's hand up to his lips, kissing his knuckles. "I love you."
Jim beamed. "I love you too, dork."
They traveled the rest of the way hand in hand, though Jim sensed a longer conversation coming.
--
Dwight glanced up from his desk as Erin called his name.
"Dwight! There's a letter for you. From..." She trailed off, trying to read the name. "Wow, I can't even say that. Here." She handed the envelope to him as he reached reception.
As he read the return address, he fist-pumped internally. It was from his jeweler. He would get mail delivered to his house, but there hasn't been a mailbox there in years.
Dwight sat at his desk, taking out one of his many knives and cutting it open. It had finally come. The appraisal for the ring he wanted to buy. It was a lot cheaper than he thought it was going to be, but it was perfect. Perfect for Jim. Perfect for the man he wanted to marry and would inseminate if he could. But he and Jim talked about adopting. Eventually.
This was one of those times when he couldn't wait for the end of the workday. As soon as the clock passed five, he was going to the jeweler.
--
Oscar was in the exact opposite situation. It wasn't like he was dreading his... Well, what would you even call it? A date? A meet-up? An appointment?
But Oscar had finally accepted that he had a crush on Andy. Again. Except for this time, he was his boss. How weird would it be to date your boss? Maybe he should ask Michael.
The accountant thought back to the first time he liked Andy. It started during the Dunder Mifflin Infinity Launch Party. It was honestly so sweet the gestures Andy made towards Angela. Oscar just wished someone did that for him. He was so lonely.
Soon enough, Andy started his end-of-the-day routine. "Closing Time" started on the boom box. Oscar hummed along with the song as his pique of interest danced around the bullpen. He shut off his computer and put away his paperwork.
He then walked past the copier, watching Dwight not-so-subtly stare at Jim's curvy ass, who was walking towards the coat rack and "accidentally" missing the outgoing message box. The tall man bent completely over and looked through his legs at his boyfriend. Dwight was biting his bottom lip, basically giving it a massage between his teeth.
Oscar could agree with Dwight; Jim did have a nice butt, his dress pants highlighting the flesh. But he wasn't about to get between whatever was happening with those two. They were so obviously dating; he didn't understand how more people didn't see that.
The aging man sighed and rolled his eyes, waving back at Erin as she said bye.
--
The store bell jingled as Dwight opened the door. The man at the counter looked up from his task and grinned immediately.
"Dwight! My man! I assume you got my appraisal?"
"Hey, Ricky. Yeah, I did. It was a lot cheaper than I thought it was going to be. Are you sure the blue diamond doesn't cost more?"
"Trust me, dude. I know what I'm doing."
"Alright. Do you have it?"
"Yes, I went ahead and made it cuz I figured you were going to buy it. No matter how much it costs." Ricky's voice drifted off as he went into a back room. He came back out with a dark ring on a silk cloth.
Dwight eyed it in awe. It turned out better than he expected it to. He was having such a great day.
"What kinda box do yuh want? I've got black to match the band, blue and also white to match the opal and diamond. All velvet." He laughed.
"Uh, black's fine," Dwight said off-handedly, still gazing at the ring.
Ricky rang it up. "28 hundred." He took the ring from under the taller's watchful eye, seating it gently in the black box.
Dwight got out his card as Ricky dropped the box into a small bag.
The small monitor beeped at him. Transaction Completed. Have a good day.
"Thanks, Rick."
"Anytime. Hey, good luck, alright?" He handed the bag over, and Dwight walked out of the jewelry store, smiling like a love-sick idiot.
-about a week later-
Oscar peered down at his phone, seeing a message from Andy.
5:15 PM
Poor Richard's - 6:15? Meet you there?
5:15 PM
.Sounds good
Great. An hour to fret over everything about his appearance he dislikes.
He raided his organized closet, ending up with a mess.
Oscar found a tan sweater he had forgotten about and dark pants. He then took a shower, even going as far as shaving.
The accountant was treating it like a date, even though it probably wasn't.
He sighed, getting into his SUV and starting the 12-minute drive to the pub. As he pulled in, Oscar saw Andy getting out of his Prius. The manager waved at him after he found a parking spot. Oscar raised his hand as well.
"Hey."
"Hey. Wanna go in?" Andy asked.
Oscar nodded, trailing after the former salesman. Inside, the bar was calmer than he's seen before. Andy recognized the bartender.
"Hey, Taylor! This is Oscar." He gestured at his employee. "We work together."
The man nodded and smiled at him. As Andy struck up a conversation with Taylor, Oscar turned to look at a TV on the wall. He felt eyes on him, shifting slightly to see they were Andy's. He could feel his cheeks starting to warm up. The accountant ridiculed himself for blushing from a single glance.
They took a spot at the end of the bar, facing a TV playing NHL hockey. Oscar ordered a Gin & Tonic, and Andy a Cosmopolitan.
Oscar raised his eyebrows in surprise. "A cosmo? Isn't that a girly drink?"
The other moved his eyes to look at him. "I don't care. Plus, I figured I'm already a little girly, might as well own it." He shrugged, taking a sip.
Minutes passed in silence, both staring at the screen until Andy spoke again.
"Um, hey. I realized something about myself recently."
"Okay."
"I'm bisexual." Andy looked away from him, wondering what he would say.
Oscar cheered internally. "I- uh. That's great, Andy. What happened? How did you figure it out?"
"Well, I kissed a man. Actually, I kissed Taylor over here."
The male bartender grinned, swiping his rag across the bar. "He is a very good Frencher."
"Oh," Oscar said quietly. He was jealous out of his mind.
Andy didn't hear him, waving his hand through the air and shaking off the compliment.
"I came in here last night, so confused about my feelings. Taylor took me out back, told me who I am, and then said, 'Here, I'll show you.' And then he kissed me, and we kinda made out for a bit, but then Annie came out and kissed me too. It was quite the whirlwind." Andy took a large gulp of his drink then, wetting his throat.
"That's, um. I'm happy for you. Have you told anyone else?"
"Erin and Jim. Plus, Jim probably told Dwight. They are weirdly close, don't you think? I thought they hated each other."
"They're dating; how did you not know that?"
"WHAT?!"
"Is your gaydar broken?"
Andy, still shocked, responded, "Yeah, it definitely is. I didn't even know he was gay. I found out this morning, and I've known him for five years. Damn, five years."
"What about your parents? Are you going to tell them?"
The manager got quiet, downing the rest of his Cosmo.
"I actually did tell them. Uh. They disowned me." He turned to Taylor, ordering another drink.
"Wow, Andy, I'm so sorry. That's horrible."
Andy sighed. "Not really. They never supported me anyway. I guess it's for the better."
The uncomfortable silence grew and grew before the brunette cleared his throat.
"So, there was something else I wanted to tell you."
"Okay."
"I- Wow. I don't know how to say this. I need some air. Want to go outside?" Andy didn't bother to wait for an answer before slapping down a twenty and high-tailing it out of the bar.
Oscar followed him tentatively, afraid of what he was going to say.
The taller was leaning against the building, blowing air through his fingers.
"Andy-" He started to say but was cut off by a rough press of lips against his. Oscar let out a noise of surprise before kissing the other back, trailing a hand up his neck to thread in the younger's hair.
Eventually, they broke apart, breathing hard.
"I have wanted to do that for so long."
During the kiss, Andy's arms had wrapped around his waist. They moved to the shorter's hips, gripping lightly.
"I- uh, same-"
"Before you say anything else, I want to tell you why. Oscar Martinez, I am deeply in love with you."
Oscar stayed quiet for a few moments, sharing air and staring into Andy's bright blue eyes. "I'm in love with you too, Andrew Bernard."
Andy had a stupid smile when he kissed Oscar again, this time a lot more gentle and loving.
-a day later-
Jim gripped the box tight while he looked around his former bedroom. It was bare except for the bed. The bed itself was stripped, just the frame, bedspring, and mattresses.
Dwight called out. "Jim?"
"Over here, babe!" He responded.
Shortly after, Dwight came into the room, glancing at him and the box. "Is that the last of it?"
"Yep."
"You okay?"
Jim nodded and turned, walking through the door frame. Dwight followed and watched his boyfriend take one final look around his old apartment.
They reached the car, the taller one walking to the trunk. He put the box in the loaded-down vehicle and slid into the passenger seat. Jim sighed, rubbing his hands on his jeans.
"How does it feel to be fully moved out?" Dwight asked, leaning over to kiss his neck. Jim hummed, closing his eyes and shifting, so Dwight had better access.
"Mmm, good. Knowing I now get to come home to you, sexy."
"Heh. Flattery. Whatcha getting at, Halpert?" Dwight breathed against Jim's skin.
Jim laughed, facing his lover and kissing him. The two made out languidly for several minutes, Dwight's hand still on the other's neck, rubbing against the marks he made.
A long, thin tongue licked the shorter's lips before pulling away. "Hey, we should probably get going. We have to move the rest of my stuff into your house and then the dinner reservation."
"Right," Dwight responded and pulled the car out of the parking lot.
-
Jim rolled off Dwight, panting heavily. He felt the warm, white liquid start to drip out of his backside. The salesman felt Dwight looking at him.
He turned, ass twitching in response. "What?"
Dwight was grinning, bottom lip caught between his teeth. "Round two?"
"Naw, babe. I'm beat. Plus, we need to get ready for dinner. I'm gonna go take a shower. Love ya, anyways."
The other frowned, disappointed. He groaned as he got up from the bed, feeling the stickiness on his chest. Dwight heard the water turn on, and then Jim sighing in pleasure, a noise he was very familiar with. The Schrute started stripping the bed, gathering the wet sheets in a pile.
Soon enough, the pitter-patter of the rain shower ceased, and Jim came out with a towel around his waist. He looked at their bed and then at his boyfriend, smirking.
Dwight glared. "Can we please go again?" He pleaded.
Jim softened and let out a breath. "Dwight, no. Do you remember our 4th anniversary? You said, 'I'll be quick.' And then we had to push the res three times. They almost forfeited it. Come on; it's your turn for a shower."
The shorter sighed and trudged toward the bathroom. Jim pressed a kiss to his cheek as he passed.
-
Jim smiled as he pushed the knot up on Dwight's tie, tightening it before brushing his shoulders. "So handsome."
"Ah, says you."
The shorter grasped his partner's hand and then wrapped his arm around his soft right hip. They danced to the music that Jim had put on earlier. Soon enough, Dwight dipped him, Jim's eyes sparkling.
He pulled the other up before kissing him sweetly.
"Ready to go?" Jim asked.
"Yep. Right behind you." Dwight hung back, rummaging through their dresser as Jim descended the stairs. His fingers grasped the black velvet box before slipping it into his dress pocket and following his lover.
Jim climbed into the driver's seat of his Toyota, Dwight just a little behind him.
"Alright, let's go eat some Italian food."
-
Jim and Dwight walked up to the hostess, who looked stressed out. "Hi, reservation for Schrute. S-C-H-R-U-T-E."
"Right. Mr. and Mr. Schrute, please come this way."
Jim blushed at the prospect of having Dwight's last name.
They sat at a table, and the hostess put down their menus and silverware. "A server will be right over to take your drink orders. Have a good night."
"Thank you."
A couple of minutes later, a waitress came by with a pen and pad. "Hi, y'all! I am Shell, and I will be your server tonight. What can I get started for you?"
Jim spoke first. "Shell, I love your name."
"Aw, thanks. My mom gave it to me." She grinned.
"Haha. Can I get a whiskey sour?"
"Sure. And for you, sugar?" Shell turned to Dwight.
"Do you have any coffee taps?" He asked.
"We do."
"Alright, then that's what I'll have."
She finished writing on her pad before saying, "Okay, I will be right back with those." She walked away.
"Wow, she is really nice. We have to make sure to give her a big tip."
Dwight smiled, taking Jim's hand across the table. Suddenly his phone pinged.
6:44 PM
Hey, in position.
6:44 PM
Good. Might as well order to blend in; we're gonna be here a while.
6:45 PM
Are you nervous?
6:45 PM
Of course, I am going to propose to my long-term boyfriend.
6:45 PM
It's not like he is going to say no.
6:46 PM
I know, but still.
"Who's that?" Jim asked as Dwight finally looked up from his phone.
"Pam."
"What is she saying?"
"Just sent me a funny picture of Patrick."
"Oo! I wanna see."
6:47 PM
Quick
send me a picture of Patrick
Pam, knowing how nosy her best friend is, sent one immediately.
6:47
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Dwight showed it to his partner, who laughed before cooing. "Aw. Such a cute kid. Love our little godson."
"Me too."
"Hey, what about us? Do you think we should...get a kid?"
Dwight opened his mouth to respond but was interrupted by Shell coming back with their drinks. The Schrute took a sip immediately, needing a buzz because he was starting to freak out.
"Have you decided, or do you need more time?"
Jim looked at his partner, who just gave him a thumbs-up, mouth still on the beer glass.
"I think we're ready. I'll have the chicken parmesan. And my boyfriend will have the salmon."
"Okay. We'll put those in the oven for you." She winked before heading to the kitchen.
"Dwight? Are you alright?" Jim asked after she left.
"Yes, dear." He said sarcastically. At the frown on the other's face, he softened. "Really, Jim, I'm fine. I promise. We are on a date, and I love you, so everything is great." Dwight pulled Jim's hand toward his face, kissing the back of it.
The younger brunette's lips quirked up, smiling adoringly.
They talked amongst themselves, breeching many topics of discussion.
Eventually, Shell came back again, setting down their plates of food.
"Is there anything else I can get for you?"
Jim shook his head, picking up his fork to dig in.
"Enjoy!" She said cheerily.
The couple ate in relative silence, only breaking it to murmur about how good the food was. Dwight stuck his fork out with a piece of salmon on it; Jim leaned forward to take the bite.
The shorter's eyebrows raised, expectant.
Jim swallowed and said, "Oh, yeah. That's good."
Dwight laughed, slicing another piece with his knife.
Once they finished enjoying their food, Shell was there, taking their dishes. "Everything good?"
"Yes, ma'am, thank you."
She nodded, smiling. "What about dessert? We have a special on chocolate lava cakes this evening."
Jim looked at Dwight, who shrugged. "Uh, yeah, we'll share one."
The tall woman wrote it on her notepad before sticking it back in her pocket and walking away, dishes in her hands.
Dwight's phone vibrated, startling him.
"Hey, I'm gonna go to the bathroom. Don't have too much fun without me." His boyfriend said, motioning to the phone.
7:31 PM
Are you ready yet?
7:31 PM
When he comes back from the bathroom; we ordered dessert.
7:31 PM
That's awesome. Just tell me when to start recording.
Dwight's face contorted into one of worry, sticking a hand into his jacket pocket to take out the ring box. He had shown it to Pam earlier in the week, and she practically screamed. She kept blabbing about how much Jim was going to love it.
Soon enough, the lanky salesman padded back to the table, glancing around at the restaurant.
7:36 PM
Now.
The Schrute saw her scramble for her home video camera across the way.
He cleared his throat, more nervous than he's ever been. "Hey, Jim."
"Dwight." The brunette was looking at him intensively.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure-"
Before he finished speaking, Dwight was on the floor in front of the table, on his knee and ring thrust forward. "Will you marry me?"
Jim gasped, hands flying to his face.
The people around them turned to look, some showing jealousy, others disgust, and still others clutching their chest, an unspoken "aw" on their features.
Jim started nodding frantically, tears in his eyes, and reaching for his partner. "Yes. Yes! A million times, yes! I'll marry you! I'll marry you, Dwight!" His arms reached around his now-fiance, the ring squished between them. They pulled back slightly to press their lips together, hard and sweet.
Some of the guests cheered, clapping and coming up to congratulate them. Pam was among them. "Pam? What are you doing here?"
"Dwight invited me to record this." She waved her camera. "Plus, there was no way I was missing my best friend getting engaged!"
Jim hugged her, thanking the woman quietly.
"Future, Mr. Schrute, if I may put a ring on your finger?" Dwight pulled Jim away, taking the ring out of the box and slipping it on a slim finger. The band sparkled and gleamed with the light. "God, it's beautiful, Dwight. Where did you get it?"
"My friend Ricky is a jeweler. I met him when I tried starting an escort service."
Shell stepped up to their table as they sat back down, everyone else in their seats. "So, I heard someone got engaged?"
Jim blushed, holding out his hand for her as she reached for it. "Damn, boy. You are a lucky man. Here's your dessert, on the house. And your bill. Paid by that lovely lady over there." She pointed in Pam's direction, smiling widely as the other woman waved. She set both down, grinning.
"You two have a good night."
"Thanks, Shell." He waited until she walked away to speak again. "Give her a big tip, and let's get out of here. I have things I want to do to you."
Dwight had never left a seat faster.
--
Andy gazed at a boxer-clad Oscar, who was flipping pancakes and sizzling eggs.
Sipping at his coffee, the brunette opened his phone and looked at his text messages.
7:00 PM
Hey, how'd the date go? Did you tell him?
9:07 AM
Erin, it went so well! I went home with him, and we fooled around for a bit before falling asleep.
9:12
Ooo, saucy. Congrats bestie! 🎉🎉
9:12
Thanks, TTYL.
Oscar came beside him with a plate, kissing his temple before setting it down.
Andy dug in, grabbing the syrup from the table and slathering his pancakes in it. The Hispanic watched him eat, an adoring expression on his face.
"So what do you want to do today? It's chilly outside; any ideas?"
"We could cuddle up and watch some movies. Conserve body heat." Andy finished with a wink.
"Aha. Yeah, sounds good.
{UNFINISHED}