Jim x Dwight-- Jim confesses his love to Dwight

Waiting

The faint humming of birds lulled Jim back to sleep when he woke up suddenly at 5 in the morning. He lay back down once he saw he still had more than 3 hours until he had to get ready and go to work. 

In Scranton it was the hum of a car engine coming to life that woke up Mose. He peered out the window to see his cousin Dwight backing out of the dirt road and speeding out of the farm.

Dwight fidgeted all night, restless in his sleep. The clock said 3 Am and Dwight decided that was an acceptable amount to time to get out of bed. He reached over for his phone, squinting at the bright light and began typing a message to Pam.

Dwight to Pam: Going to see Jim. Driving now. 

After sending the message, he scrambled out of bed. It took him a minute to adjust to the darkness, but he made quick work of putting his suit and tie on, the moonlight guiding him. He rushed out of the house, jumped into his car and quickly backed out. He had to see Jim and tell him he loves him, he couldn't deal with it any longer. He started the serene drive to Stamford, the almost 3 hour drive gave him enough time to think and for him to figure out the location of where Jim lived. He called his best guy for these type of jobs and received an answer of Jim's location about an hour into the drive. Dwight pumped his fist into the air, this was all going to plan.

Jim woke with a start again when he heard the sound of a car screeching and knocking over a bunch of trash cans. Jim rubbed his eyes and let out a grunt of disapproval. What was going on out there? he wondered. His question was answered 3 minutes later, when he heard a fierce knocking against his door. Jim quickly jumped out of bed, making his way to his door. "Coming" he whisper-yelled, so that his neighbors wouldn't wake up.

The sight that greeted him was not something he seemed to be able to process in his head. It was Dwight. All dressed up in his work clothes, standing at his door in Stamford, Connecticut. Jim's mouth was wide open in shock, as he stood still looking at Dwight. Dwight stared back, slightly out of breath. He scanned Jim and saw him wearing flannel pants and a loose grey t-shirt. "I could've been a burglar" Dwight said, breaking the silence, "you didn't even bring a knife to defend yourself." 

Jim couldn't believe he was being scolded by the man who he had left Scranton because of and of all things he was being scolded on, it was about how unprepared Jim was for a burglar. "What are you doing here" Jim asked, his brows furrowed and his face resigned. "I came here to test your response time and you failed" Dwight said, trying to lighten the mood, but also seriously warn Jim about being better at arming himself. "Dwight" Jim warned, his hand on the door, reading to close it if he needed to. "Okay, I love you" Dwight admitted. "I love you Jim Halpert and you should move back to Scranton because I miss you and the temp could never be a replacement for you" Dwight concluded, a determined expression on his face, after he finished yelling at Jim his love confession.

Jim stared at Dwight, awestruck by his announcement. He felt bare under Dwight's intense gaze. "You drove all the way here and knocked over a bunch of trashcans to tell me that?" Jim asked. "Uh yeah" Dwight nodded, still feeling oddly confident, although he was unsure where this was going. "You're crazy" Jim said with a smile, reaching up to pull Dwight in by the shoulders. "I love you" Jim said before bending down to kiss Dwight and hold him as close as he could. Dwight tugged on Jim's hair, letting a relieved moan out against Jim's lips. "I love you so much" Jim repeated in between kisses. "I love you too" Dwight said, a raw and vulnerable expression on his face. Jim reached out to hold Dwight's cheek in his hand and cup it. 

"I can't believe you're here" Jim admitted. "Do you want me to pinch you?" Dwight asked. Jim chuckled, "violence isn't always the answer Dwight." Dwight huffed in disagreement, "okay Jim who's the one who's taken self-defense classes? Not you, so I would I know that it is the answer" Dwight said smugly. Jim shook his head, he really had to fall in love with Dwight didn't he? "Stop smiling Jim" Dwight said, before reaching up to kiss Jim again. "Mm can't help it" Jim replied, a cheeky grin on his face. 

"Is this your kitchen?" Dwight asked, breaking from the kissing and turning his head to the side. "Um yeah" Jim said, a confused expression on his face. "Your place in Scranton was bigger" Dwight noted. Jim's eyebrows raised at this. "Are you dissing my apartment so you can convince me to move back to Scranton?" Jim asked, a surprised expression on his face. Dwight looked at him sheepishly. "Maybe? Is it working?" Dwight responded, perking up. "I- um" Jim started, but then paused for a second to formulate what he wanted to say. 

He was to happy to have Dwight here with him, but was he ready to just leave Stamford? He just got here and had a new promotion. Jim's real fear was Dwight realizing he didn't actually want this and that he made a mistake, leaving Jim to pick up the pieces. "Dwight I have to be honest with you. I want to be with you, but i'm not ready to move back yet" Jim said, staring down at Dwight. Dwight looked and felt crestfallen, "Jim" he started to say. Jim interrupted him, "It's not you. Okay that sounded so cliche. I just need time. This is a lot and I'm so happy you're here and I want to be with you, but I need time. Dwight solemnly nodded. Jim was right, this needed time and it was never good to jump into relationships. Look at Kelly and Ryan. I'd prefer not he told his brain before responding to Jim. "You're right, we can wait... I'll wait for you." Jim smiled at him, reaching down to kiss Dwight again. Dwight kissed back, but it lacked the enthusiasm he had before. He thought coming to Jim and confessing his love would have a romantic and happy ending, that was quick and easy. This was anything but that, but he was willing to wait for Jim. He had hurt Jim by rejecting him. Jim needed time and Dwight would give that to him.