The Day After

[daniel_brown]

Going home after what had happened wasn't easy, it wasn't until after many pizza-flavored kisses and a text message threat from home that he reluctantly put his clothes back on and forced himself to say "Goodnight" - leaving his panties purposefully tucked into the sheets to be found later.

He slept deep and well, waking the next day to go about business as usual - aside from a stop for confidential STI testing - even though it was hard to keep his head out of the clouds. After settling into the team bus it was hard not to want to reach out to him.

He types out several messages - "I think I love you." "I want you so bad." "Are you thinking about me?" - and erases them all, opting for a much more neutral message.

what r u doing?

Comments

Aah, that's the worst. Don't worry about it; I hope you're feeling better!

[mysticism]

"Sofa's fine, you gorgeous little monster. Go on." He gives him a gentle nudge with his hip and gets to work, mixing ingredients with the expert touch of someone who knows what he's doing. "Any idea what time it is?"

[daniel_brown]

He's not at all used to be looked at with that sort of adoration, let alone returning it... but he's more than willing to be gorgeous in someone's eyes.

"Mmmm, phone's in the bedroom..." he could bother looking for a clock, but that'd me taking his eyes off a fleeing glimpse of his lover before finding the sofa to sprawl on, eyes closed and body soaking in everything that had happened in the last week.

"Does it matter? Time's irrelevant!"

At least when you're seventeen and adept at existing on minimal sleep.