Jim x Dwight Oneshots *smut warning*

Teenage vampire AU pt. 2

*TW mentions Homophobia*

Jim sits alone on the cold metal bleachers, his sketchbook propped up on his knees. His eyes dart back and forth between the book and the field below, where Dwight and the rest of the senior high school football team are running drills. The morning air is crisp and refreshing, a welcome relief from the stuffy closet where he spends his days.

He can hear the thump of feet hitting the ground, the shouts of coaches and players, and the occasional sound of pads colliding. But what he's really focused on is Dwight. Every time he looks up, he takes in every little detail of his movements, the way he throws the ball, the muscles in his arms and legs as he runs.

He's sketching him feverishly, trying to capture every moment, every detail before it's gone. Jim knows that he's not the best artist in the world, but he hopes that his love for Dwight comes through in his drawings. Jim is still in awe of Dwight, even after all these years.

A voice interrupts his thoughts. "Hey, Jim. What are you drawing?"

Jim looks up to see Pam standing at the bottom of the bleachers, a curious expression on her face. Pam is one of the only students at the school who seems more interested in Jim than amused. He quickly closes his sketchbook, tucking it under his arm. "Nothing. Just doodles."

Pam raises an eyebrow, but doesn't press the issue. Instead, she climbs up the bleachers to sit next to him. "It's cold out here. How can you stand it?"

Jim shrugs, "I like the cold. It feels normal for me."

They sit in silence for a few moments, watching the football practice below. Jim's eyes keep wandering back to Dwight, who is now running a play with the other players.

"He's really good," Pam says, nodding towards Dwight.

Jim nods, unable to keep the smile off his face. "Yeah, he is."

Suddenly, Dwight looks up and catches Jim's gaze. He smiles and waves, then quickly returns his attention to the game. Jim feels his heart swell with warmth and happiness.

He opens his sketchbook once more, carefully flipping to the page where he's been drawing Dwight. He starts to sketch again, his pencil moving across the page as he tries to capture the moment.

"Jim," Pam says after a moment, "do you ever feel like you're hiding something?"

Jim pauses in his drawing, looking up at Pam. "What do you mean?"

"I don't know," Pam says, shrugging. "It's just a feeling I get sometimes, like there's something you're not telling me."

Jim looks down at his sketchbook, feeling a wave of guilt wash over him. He knows that he's been pretending to be a human for so long, but he can't risk revealing the truth about himself, not when his very existence is a danger to Dwight and his family.

"I'm just a private person," he says finally, his voice quiet.

Pam nods, but Jim can tell that she's not entirely convinced. He goes back to his drawing, trying to push away the guilt and focus on the task at hand.

But Pam doesn't let it go. "I mean, it's just that you never talk about your childhood or anything like that. It's like you just appeared out of nowhere one day."

Jim can feel his nerves starting to fray. He knows that Pam means well, but he can't tell her the truth. "I just don't like to dwell on the past," he says, trying to sound casual.

Pam looks at him for a moment longer before sighing and nodding. "Okay, I get it. We all have things we don't like to talk about."

Jim lets out a silent breath of relief, grateful that Pam has dropped the subject. He goes back to his drawing, trying to push away the memories of his childhood and the pain of being ostracized from the human world.