Jim x Dwight Oneshots *smut warning*

Dwight's reluctance

I'm hosting a little get together at my house, a chance for my coworkers to meet my roommate and get to know each other better. I'm feeling a little anxious, as I always do when I'm hosting something. But I'm trying my best to be a good host, making sure everyone has a drink and something to eat.

I see Dwight sitting alone on the couch, looking stoic as always. I've always had a soft spot for him, even though he can be a little odd at times. I decide to go over and talk to him, hoping to make him feel more at ease.

"Hey Dwight, how's it going?" I ask, sitting down next to him.

He looks at me with his usual serious expression. "It's going fine, Jim," he responds in his monotone voice.

I feel a pang of disappointment. I was hoping that maybe he would be a little more excited to be here, or at least happy to see me. But I try not to let it show. "Do you want to go upstairs and check out my room?" I ask, hoping to at least spend some time alone with him.

Dwight gives a shrug. "Sure, I guess."

I lead the way up the stairs, trying not to let my heart race too much.

As we make our way down the hallway towards my room, I can feel my roommates' eyes on us. They give me knowing looks and thumbs up, clearly aware of my crush on Dwight. But no one else at the party knows that I'm gay, and I'm not ready to come out just yet. I try to ignore their stares, focusing instead on the man walking next to me.

We enter my room, and I can't help but feel self-conscious. My room is small and cluttered, with clothes and papers strewn about. But Dwight doesn't seem to mind. He walks around, examining my posters and books with a detached curiosity. I watch him with a mixture of fascination and anxiety. I've never been so alone with him before, and every little movement he makes sets my heart racing.

"So, what do you think?" I ask, hoping for some kind of reaction.

Dwight just shrugs and says, "It's a room."

I let out a nervous laugh and try to keep the conversation going, but it's clear that Dwight isn't interested in small talk. He's always been a bit socially awkward, but I can't help feeling disappointed. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe he's not into me at all.

"Do you want to sit down?" I ask, motioning to my bed.

Dwight nods and sits down, and I join him. We sit in silence for a moment, and I can feel the tension building. I'm not sure what to say or do, but I know I need to do something.

"So, what do you think of the party so far?" I ask, hoping to break the ice.

Dwight shrugs. "It's fine. I don't really enjoy these sorts of things."

I nod, trying to come up with something else to say. But I can't keep beating around the bush. I need to tell him how I feel. My heart is pounding in my chest as I turn to face him.

I take a deep breath and decide to take a chance.

"Hey, I have an idea," I say, turning to face him. "Something that I think you'll like."

Dwight looks at me with a raised eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "What is it?" he asks.

I move closer to him, feeling my heart pounding in my chest. I can't believe I'm actually doing this. Dwight is watching me with confusion as I reach down and try to unbutton his pants. But as soon as I touch him, he backs away, looking shocked and confused.

"What are you doing?" he asks, his voice trembling.

I freeze, feeling embarrassed and ashamed. I can feel the rejection coming off of him in waves, and I know that I've messed everything up. "Look, Dwight," I say, "I thought that I could... relieve you. But if you don't want to, that's fine. I won't force you."