Jim x Dwight Oneshots *smut warning*

Jim and Dwight lost

I sit at my desk, twiddling my thumbs and trying to look busy, watching the clock tick down the seconds until we have to leave for our camping trip. Michael came up with this "brilliant" idea for a team-building exercise, and I have to admit, I'm not thrilled about it. I mean, sure, spending two days in the wilderness with my co-workers sounds like a blast. Except, it really doesn't. I have a feeling this is going to be a disaster.

Michael has been talking about this camping trip for weeks, and everyone has been either dreading it or eagerly waiting for it. But now it's actually happening, and I can't help but feel a little nervous. I've never been much of an outdoorsman, and the thought of sleeping in a tent with Dwight as my tent mate is enough to make me want to back out.

As I sit there, I can feel my nerves start to fray. I'm not looking forward to the carpool situation. I know that Michael likes to mix things up, but I really hope that I get paired with Pam. We can chat and listen to music together, and it will make the drive so much more enjoyable.

But in the back of my mind, I have this sinking feeling that I'll end up with Dwight. Don't get me wrong, he's a nice enough guy, but we don't exactly have the most pleasant history together. There's a lot of tension between us, and I don't want to spend several hours cooped up in a car with him, of all people. Plus, he's a little intense for my taste.

As I'm lost in thought, I hear Michael's voice bellowing from his office. "Alright, everybody, listen up! I have the carpool list for our camping trip!" The office buzzes with excitement as people start crowding around Michael's door.

I can't help feeling a bit nervous as he starts reading off the names. "Okay, we've got Pam and Karen in one car, Angela and Phyllis in another, Stanley and Creed in a third..." He keeps going, and I hold my breath, waiting to hear who I'll be paired with.

I try to hang back, not wanting to get caught up in the chaos. I wait for the crowd to thin out before I approach Michael's office. I take a deep breath and try to brace myself for the worst.

When I finally make my way to the front of the crowd, Michael hands me the carpool list with a big smile. "Jim, my man! You are going to be carpooling with..."

I hold my breath, waiting for the inevitable.

"Dwight!" Michael exclaims, clapping me on the back.

My heart sinks. Of course, I should have known that Michael would put me with Dwight. We've never exactly been best buds, but now we'll be stuck in a car together for hours. I can already feel the tension rising. I groan inwardly, but force a smile. "Great," I mutter, trying to sound enthusiastic.

Dwight looks just as frustrated as I feel, and he yells out, "Does anyone want to trade with me?"

"I'll trade with you, Dwight." I try to lighten the mood by joking, but Dwight just glares at me, not amused in the slightest.

Michael interrupts, "The carpool list is final, folks. If you don't like it, you can take a hike...literally!" He chuckles at his own joke, but I'm not amused.

As we all start to file out of the office, I hang back, not wanting to be stuck walking down to the parking lot with Dwight. But he seems to have the same idea, and we end up awkwardly walking side by side in silence.

I can feel his eyes on me, and I try to ignore him as I mentally prepare for the long car ride ahead.

As we step into the parking lot, I see everyone else packing their cars and chatting excitedly. I catch a glimpse of Pam and feel a twinge of disappointment that we won't be driving together, but I quickly push the thought aside. I glance over at Dwight, who is eyeing my car skeptically. "You sure this thing can handle the drive?" he asks, gesturing to my old sedan.