It wasn’t that Jim took his magic hugs for granted, it was just they had always been there so he could no more imagine himself without them than he could imagine being without ears or legs. As he had grown up, he’d come to understand that other people didn’t have this ability but his parents had always been keen to downplay it, saying that some people couldn’t sing or dance or draw, and some people couldn’t do magic hugs.
Looking back on it he supposed he was quite glad he was male and therefore not expected to go around hugging people the way that girls did. The only permissible hugging times for men really were sport or being drunk, which meant that Jim was always on the school football team as the team found that when Jim was around for the pre match hug they always won.
It goes without saying that Jim had tried to hug himself to see if the magic worked that way but sadly it didn’t. Hugging himself produced no feelings at all other than a strange buzzing in his ears as he presumed his brain flailed about trying to stop his feelings looping back on themselves.
He would also not have been human if he hadn’t occasionally used the hugs to get himself out of trouble like the time he was caught far dodging (it was only 1 tube stop but still) or when he really wanted to get into a club and the bouncer was saying no. Of course his parents had always said he must never use the hugs to get himself out of trouble but it was, he told himself, a very small form of rebellion.
Being without the hugs or worse the hugs just not working properly was not something he wanted to think about!
Fortunately no-one needed a Jimothy hug for a few days and Jim was able to convince himself that nothing had happened really, it was just Simon playing up. Shooting went on and despite the occasional hissy fit, “WHO’s idea was it to shoot under Heathrow’s flight path?” stormed Mat the tenth time a plane disrupted his Roman sketch, everyone was fine and people were generally calm and chilled out.
Until the next Monday when Ben came in with a massive hangover. They knew it wasn’t good because for once Mat was driving and Ben was wearing sunglasses – even though it was raining.
“oooh someone’s overdone it” chortled Larry, “boys night out was it?”
Ben mumbled something incoherent and clutched at the coffee Mat handed him
“he got totally rat arsed” said Mat “even though I told him not too. Started drinking about lunchtime and rolled in about 10 o clock”. He didn’t add that Ben had been so drunk he’d been unable to get his key in the door and Mat had been woken by the sound of what sounded like the door splitting in two as Ben tapped lightly for admittance.
Larry laughed and clapped Ben on the back “nice one, on the vodka were we?” Ben groaned and hugged his coffee.
“oh dear” said Martha coming in with Jim “someone doesn’t look good! Jesus Ben I can smell the alcohol from here”
“I think someone needs a hug” grinned Simon “before they fall over or we all get drunk on the alcohol fumes”
Jim laughed “yes I think so too, come here Ben” and he put his arms around and hugged him, his face level with Ben’s chest. Ben staggered slightly and slumped over Jim. He sighed, hugging Jim was just so comfy, like squishing into a big cushion.
Oh no, thought Jim, no, this isn’t right again. He could feel Ben’s hangover tiredness flow into him which was normal but he could feel other things flowing into him like modesty, good humour, calmness, and affability – all the good things about Ben. Jim let go abruptly.
“Thanks” said Ben smiling “that’s cured the hangover” and he went off to make up.
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timeasmymeasure
Fill Jimothy's Magic Hugs AU 3/?
Date: 2011-11-17 09:44 am (UTC)Looking back on it he supposed he was quite glad he was male and therefore not expected to go around hugging people the way that girls did. The only permissible hugging times for men really were sport or being drunk, which meant that Jim was always on the school football team as the team found that when Jim was around for the pre match hug they always won.
It goes without saying that Jim had tried to hug himself to see if the magic worked that way but sadly it didn’t. Hugging himself produced no feelings at all other than a strange buzzing in his ears as he presumed his brain flailed about trying to stop his feelings looping back on themselves.
He would also not have been human if he hadn’t occasionally used the hugs to get himself out of trouble like the time he was caught far dodging (it was only 1 tube stop but still) or when he really wanted to get into a club and the bouncer was saying no. Of course his parents had always said he must never use the hugs to get himself out of trouble but it was, he told himself, a very small form of rebellion.
Being without the hugs or worse the hugs just not working properly was not something he wanted to think about!
Fortunately no-one needed a Jimothy hug for a few days and Jim was able to convince himself that nothing had happened really, it was just Simon playing up. Shooting went on and despite the occasional hissy fit, “WHO’s idea was it to shoot under Heathrow’s flight path?” stormed Mat the tenth time a plane disrupted his Roman sketch, everyone was fine and people were generally calm and chilled out.
Until the next Monday when Ben came in with a massive hangover. They knew it wasn’t good because for once Mat was driving and Ben was wearing sunglasses – even though it was raining.
“oooh someone’s overdone it” chortled Larry, “boys night out was it?”
Ben mumbled something incoherent and clutched at the coffee Mat handed him
“he got totally rat arsed” said Mat “even though I told him not too. Started drinking about lunchtime and rolled in about 10 o clock”. He didn’t add that Ben had been so drunk he’d been unable to get his key in the door and Mat had been woken by the sound of what sounded like the door splitting in two as Ben tapped lightly for admittance.
Larry laughed and clapped Ben on the back “nice one, on the vodka were we?” Ben groaned and hugged his coffee.
“oh dear” said Martha coming in with Jim “someone doesn’t look good! Jesus Ben I can smell the alcohol from here”
“I think someone needs a hug” grinned Simon “before they fall over or we all get drunk on the alcohol fumes”
Jim laughed “yes I think so too, come here Ben” and he put his arms around and hugged him, his face level with Ben’s chest. Ben staggered slightly and slumped over Jim. He sighed, hugging Jim was just so comfy, like squishing into a big cushion.
Oh no, thought Jim, no, this isn’t right again. He could feel Ben’s hangover tiredness flow into him which was normal but he could feel other things flowing into him like modesty, good humour, calmness, and affability – all the good things about Ben. Jim let go abruptly.
“Thanks” said Ben smiling “that’s cured the hangover” and he went off to make up.