Jim x Dwight-- Jim confesses his love to Dwight

I'm In Love With You

"Bye Pam, Bye Roy" Jim waved goodbye to the retreating car. He stood there for a couple minutes, hands in his pockets. "Pam leave?" Dwight's self-assured voice asked from behind him. 'Uh yeah" Jim replied, shaking himself from his thoughts. "What's wrong with you" Dwight asked, a sneer on his face. Jim looked at Dwight with a hopeless expression. Jan's voice had been ringing in his head for the last, several minutes, thus the reason for his preoccupied thoughts.

"Have you told anyone?" "No" he replied. "Well you should" she said, crushing the cigarette under her foot. Jim knew she was right. He was going to leave Scranton, eventually he would have to tell people. He didn't know why he was so scared. Well that would be a lie. He did know why. He was leaving his best friend Pam and more importantly, he was leaving as a coward because he couldn't handle seeing the love of his life with someone else.

Dwight sneered once more and let out an irritated sigh, "I'm leaving, since you're not going to me what's wrong with you. Idiot" he declared. He didn't know why he had even stayed out here with Jim and his stupid, annoying face. He had more important things to do, like enjoy the night with his secret girlfriend Angela. Well it wasn't exactly them enjoying the night together since Angela forbid him from letting them be in a public relationship. It was more of them sending one another furtive glances and tentative touches and her scolding him if he tried to show any affection.

Jim got out of his trance when he say Dwight turning around. "Dwight wait. I was just... I'm in love with you" he said, his voice coming out in a pained whisper. "What" Dwight asked, his eyes wide in shock. This was definitely not what he had been expecting Jim to say to him ever in any kind of circumstance. "I'm really sorry if that's weird for you to hear. But I just needed you to hear it. Probably not good timing. I know that. I just..." Jim said, his voice strained. He was blinking fast, trying to not let tears escape his eyes.

"What are you doing" Dwight yelled, the shock still bearing down on him. "What do you expect me to say to that?" he asked with furrowed brows. Jim wiped his eyes, the tears were clouding his vision now and a few had escaped, racing down his face. "I just needed you to know once" Jim said, the corner of his mouth lifting up. Dwight grabbed the sides of hair, a confused and shocked look on his face. "What are you doing?" he yelled again. Jim winced at the tone of Dwight's voice. "I'm- I'm with Angela" he said, "and I'm not gay. Especially for you Jim, you're my enemy" he spat out, starting to pace, his hands still grasping his hair with a strong grip.

Jim stood there, letting Dwight yell at him. He knew telling Dwight would probably end like this, but he had to do it. It was his only chance to ever let his true feelings be known. Dwight stopped yelling at Jim, noting that Jim wasn't saying anything back to him. Dwight stormed off rushing to the building. Jim watched Dwight leave. He sat down on the curb, rubbing his hands back and fourth on his slacks. He put his head in his hands, blocking out the noise from the casino night and the occasional cars that drove by.

Back in the building, Dwight made his way up to the second floor, entering the office. He scrambled over to Ryan's desk, grabbing the phone. He quickly dialed the one person who he could trust with this and one of the people he considered a friend in this office. "Pam" Dwight cried out. "Jim just told me he loved me" Dwight said, the shock still evident in his voice. "Dwight" Pam said, surprised Dwight was calling her. "When did it happen" she asked, doing her best to talk in a soothing voice so that Dwight would tell her what happened.

"About ten minutes ago" Dwight said, pushing his hair back and clutching his forehead. "Did you say it back?" she asked. Dwight paused for a second, surprised that she was asking him that. "No, I didn't know what to say" he admitted, slumping his body down against the desk and twisting his fingers through the phone cord. "Do you think you at least like him back?" she gently asked. "Um, I don't know, Pam" he said, his voice sounded defeated. "I love Jim and he's one of my best friends so I'm a little biased, but Dwight, Jim was telling the truth. This wasn't some prank or anything. He loves you for real" Pam told him, hoping this insight would help Dwight's muddled feelings. Dwight sat there in silence, trying to grasp Pam's words. "Dwight, you still there?" Pam's voice called out over the phone. "Yeah, yeah. I'm still here. I-" he started to say, but was cut off when he saw Jim walk in. "Um, I have to go. I'll talk with you later" Dwight quickly rushed out, slamming the phone down on the receiver.

He sprang up from the desk, facing Jim ready to attack if he needed to. "Listen Jim" Dwight started his sentence but was cut off when Jim's lips suddenly connected with his. His "what?" was lost in the kiss and to his surprise he actually was kissing Jim back and had even reached up to place both his hands on the side of Jim's face. He lightly grabbed Jim's hair, the strands were surpassingly smooth and brushed through his fingers with ease. Being this close to Jim and kissing him was overwhelming for Dwight. His sweater rubbed briskly against Dwight's right hand that wandered down to clutch Jim's sweater. His lips were soft and fit over Dwight's. Jim held onto Dwight, securing his arms around the other man, rubbing his hand over Dwight's lower back.

Dwight started to pull back, pushing his hand lightly against Jim's shoulder. Jim chased after Dwight's lips, ducking down trying to recapture their lips together. "Jim" Dwight whispered, resting his forehead against Jim's. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that" Jim said, grabbing ahold of Dwight's hands, a grin on his face. Dwight looked up, smiling slightly. "I didn't hate that" Dwight admitted, squeezing Jim's hand.

"I think we're just drunk" Dwight suddenly said. Jim's eyes widened, "no, I'm not drunk. Are you drunk?" he asked, his brows furrowed. "No" Dwight softly replied, his eyes wide. Jim smiled at this and reached forward. "Jim" Dwight said again, blinking rapidly. Jim straightened up, his taller frame forcing Dwight to look up at him. "Do you really love her?" Jim questioned. Dwight stared at him, before tentatively nodding. "Okay" Jim said. He started backing away, his fingers unlacing from Dwight's. For some reason Dwight couldn't let go of Jim's hands. He held on, before eventually Jim slipped away, his back retreating out of the office door.

Dwight wasn't sure why he felt such despair. No the emotion he was feeling couldn't be despair. Despair for what? Jim leaving after kissing him? This all made no sense. He had Angela, Angela was his girlfriend and he very much loved her. So why did he hold onto Jim's hands? More importantly why did he kiss back?

He blinked slowly, his heart was thumping against his chest and his breath was coming out shallowly, the sound loud in his ears.