He falls asleep like that, with Poison curled in his arms, his cheek
resting against red, red hair. He sleeps like the dead.
*
Morning light filters past the blinds and Jack gently extricates himself
from the bed. He pauses, for a moment, in the act of pulling on clothes
he can exercise in, looking at the man still sleeping in his bed. That
warm, liquid feeling has seeped all of the way through him.
He feels both giddy and terrified.
Yoga helps. He runs through his routine, enjoying the stretch in his
muscles, the peace that settles over him. When he's done, he makes coffee
and toast. He realises that he doesn't know how Poison likes either, so he
brings a tray with him when he comes back.
Setting it down on the bed, he leans down and presses a trio of kisses
against Poison's jaw.
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Date: 2016-05-02 01:22 am (UTC)He falls asleep like that, with Poison curled in his arms, his cheek resting against red, red hair. He sleeps like the dead.
*
Morning light filters past the blinds and Jack gently extricates himself from the bed. He pauses, for a moment, in the act of pulling on clothes he can exercise in, looking at the man still sleeping in his bed. That warm, liquid feeling has seeped all of the way through him.
He feels both giddy and terrified.
Yoga helps. He runs through his routine, enjoying the stretch in his muscles, the peace that settles over him. When he's done, he makes coffee and toast. He realises that he doesn't know how Poison likes either, so he brings a tray with him when he comes back.
Setting it down on the bed, he leans down and presses a trio of kisses against Poison's jaw.
"Morning?"