Diggy Diggy One-Shots(Yogs and Hatfilms)

Hatsome/Alstrippen (SFW)

TW: Mostly Fluff

Title: ~Jealousy~

Set around the Strippin’ Says where they sing songs. 

Sam stands to turn the camera off as Trott yelps with annoyance, steadying the guitar against the sofa as it threatens to fall. The three Sirs had just finished recording with Sam for his vlog, making up songs based on words sent in by fans on twitter, and are now preparing to make their way home. Ross stretches out on the empty space left by the now standing Sam and Trott, shoulders clicking in a way that makes Smith pull a face and laugh in semi-disgust.

Chuckling and standing Ross holds up the three stringed pink ukulele to gesture to Sam. “What d’you want me to do with this, Sam?” he gives the instrument a little wave and flinches when Smith finds his shoes on the other side of the room and starts throwing them at him whilst laughing.

“Oh, just leave it on the sofa.” Sam waves a dismissive hand as he dismantles the camera from its tripod, placing the fragile recording equipment on a nearby table whilst he collapses the tripod into a more portable shape so that he can take it back to his office upstairs. He glances at Smith, pretending not to notice when the tall bearded man smirks and walks over to Trott as the smaller man stretches and exposes a small part of skin beneath his shirt. Smith’s hands are under Trott’s top and tickling his sides whilst putting on mock-sinister laughter, only stopping when Trott’s own laughing turns annoyed and his hands are pushing at Smith’s face to get him to cease.

“See what I have to live with?” Ross chips in, pulling a face at Sam who laughs as though unaffected by the random display of pseudo-affection between Trott and Smith. When Trott leaves the room to take the guitar back to Sparkles downstairs Ross claps a hand to Sam’s back and announces that they’d better be heading back.

“Aww, but I wanna stay with Sammy!” Smith jokes, throwing an arm around Sam’s shoulders and pouting at Ross as he leans his head on Sam’s shoulder. “Pretty please, Ross?” Smith bats his eyelashes at Ross, who sighs and puts a hand to his face - rubbing his eyes with his fingers in hyperbolic exasperation. Sam tries to ignore the warmth of Smith’s body pressed against his, the bearded man’s hair tickling his cheek, as he swallows and gestures lamely to the camera on the table beside him.

“He can help me take this stuff back to the editors if he really wants to,” Smith’s touch leaves Sam a little colder and he shrugs at Ross before he speaks.

“Yeah, okay. I’ll meet you to at the car, yeah?” Sam is a little surprised that Smith is okay with helping him, especially seeing as the camera isn’t particularly heavy and Sam could carry it by himself with ease. He looks at Ross who makes a face of not caring either way, and when Trott comes back from downstairs the two bid their farewells to Sam and Ross explains that Smith is staying to help for a moment. Sam can’t help but notice that Trott looks a little confused when Ross explains that Smith is helping take the camera downstairs - clearly realising that it doesn’t take two people to carry one camera. He doesn’t say anything more than a quick ‘see you in a minute’ to Smith however, and leaves with Ross.

There is a moment of quiet after the door down the hallway closes behind Ross and Trott and Sam takes the camera in both hands, lifting it off the table and tucking it under one arm. When he turns back to Smith the brunette is looking at him with a strange smile on his face and an eyebrow raised. Sam responds with a light laugh and a confused look.

“What?” His blue eyes flick guiltily from Smith’s own to the wall behind him, and when Smith walks to stand beside Sam the dark haired man’s heartbeat races in his chest.

“Come on mate; I’m not stupid. It doesn’t take two people to carry one camera.” Oh. Sam feels the blush on his face before he can stop it, and he fumbles with the solid weight under his arm in embarrassment - not looking straight at Smith. What he doesn’t expect is what Smith next says, and the mixture of bemusement and shock almost makes him drop the camera.