sheafrotherdon: weardes:[x] Lying in bed, Joe props himself up on one elbow to look at Nicky, who&rs
sheafrotherdon: weardes:[x] Lying in bed, Joe props himself up on one elbow to look at Nicky, who’s standing by the dresser in a state of undress. “Why are you up?” Joe asks.“A lot to do,” Nicky mumbles, rubbing one eye before fumbling with the buttons of his shirt.“Habibi,” Joe murmurs.Nicky frowns as he looks over.“Come back to bed,” Joe says, extending a hand.Nicky watches him for a long, slow moment, then sighs and shuffles back toward him, fumbling with his buttons still. “I just thought … ““Hmmmm,” Joe soothes, pushing back the blankets to make room for him. “I’m sure it was a good thought.”“Excellent one,” Nicky says around a yawn, dropping his shirt on the floor and climbing back onto the mattress. Joe pulls him in close, tugging the blankets back up around them, and gently rubs the crown of Nicky’s head. “Shhhhh.”“Mmmmph,” Nicky manages, eyes closing. “Don’t tell me …” The sentence ends on a yawn and Joe bites back a smile. “I thought I was the sleepy one,” he whispers as Nicky relaxes in his arms.Nicky says something Joe would bet is uncomplimentary, but burrows closer all the same. -- source link
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