My Diggy Diggy One Shots

Off To Minecon [4]

I wake up to someone whispering my name. I groan and roll over, opening my eyes to find Smith's blue ones inches from mine. I yell and jump back, bumping into Sjin and waking him up.

Smith stands up and raises his eyebrows, that trademark smirk on his face. "So what's the excuse?"

My cheeks heat at what Smith is implying. "Fuck off, Smith. We all know you and Trott aren't getting your full 8 hours."

"How did you get in here, and why?" Sjin asks, and I look up at Smith.

"Lewis has extra keys to each of our rooms. I told him I would get you up, since he is still trying to wake Sips. Glad I did, Trott will be happy to know you two are getting along just fine. . ." He laughs and heads for the door. "We are leaving in an hour. Feel free to join us when you two are finished up."

The door shuts and I cover my face in my hands. Sjin pulls me into a hug. "It'll be alright, Ross."

"Yea, you wanna shower first?"

.~'~.

Sjin and I are the last ones downstairs, and we brace ourselves for the jokes, but none come. I throw Smith a questioning glance and he frowns at me.

I try and get Smith alone all day, to no avail. I even casually bring up Smith waking us up this morning to Trott, and he didn't say anything about Smith finding Sjin and I.

After we get back to the hotel I manage to get Smith in the lift alone. "Did you tell anyone about what you saw?" I ask. "I even brought it up to Trott, and he didn't seem to know anything."

"Hey, what you two do in America, stays in America mate."

"How stupid do you think I am, Smiffy?" The lift doors slide open onto my floor and I step out, pulling Alex with me.

"Dead serious, mate. I've woken up with Trott laying on top of me before." I laugh.

"Thanks, Smiffy." I say, still slightly skeptical. "Is this where you tell my you and Trott fucked last night so if I keep your secret you will keep mine?"

I open my door and enter. Smith follows me in. I sit down and realize Smiffy hasn't responded. "Smiffy?"

I turn to him. His face is red and he won't look me in the eye.

"Smiffy! Did you or did you not fuck Chris Trott last night?"

"If I did?" He asks. There is no humor in his voice.

We sit in silence, staring at the ground.

"What now?" I ask quietly.

"Don't know mate. Trott hasn't said anything to me about it yet." I nod.

Someone knocks on the door and I continue to stare at the ground, trying to wrap my head around this. I expected it to happen at some point, but now that it actually happened. . .

"Everything alright, Ross?" Sjin asks. I look up at Smiffy, asking a silent question.

"Yea, one second mate." I stand up and walk over to Smith.

I pull him into a hug and he whispers, "We will talk about it tomorrow morning, mate." Then, stepping back, "Wanna get breakfast tomorrow mate?"

I nod. "Yea, eight o'clock?" He nods and waves goodbye.

"What was that?" Sjin asks. I turn around and walk over to Sjin. I wrap my arms around him.

"I'll explain later." He presses his lips to my head. I don't know how long we stand there, a knock on the door forcing us apart. "I got it."