Out Cold
Desmond had been fiddling on Lucy's computer, with her permission, for the past hour now. Shaun had been busily typing away at his computer, snarking at him each time he tried to begin a conversation. He had noticed however, that over the last hour, Shaun's typing had become less and less frequent – until it stopped all together.
Frowning some, he stood, moving over to Shaun, ready to make a sarcastic comment about his lack of work. He stopped however, his hand halfway to grabbing the man's shoulder, when he noticed that Shaun was bent forwards slightly, his glasses beginning to slip off his nose, eyes shut, breathing steady. His brows rose in surprise.
Shaun was…asleep. Out cold, without even so much as a warning or hint to his exhaustion.
How many days had it been since Desmond had come here? He hadn't seen Shaun asleep once since his arrival here, and the few times he had seen him disheveled were only in bed – that one night, where they'd both been unable to help themselves, the sexual frustration overwhelming….
Shaking his head from those thoughts, he lightly waved a hand in front of Shaun's face, blinking slowly as he realized how far gone the historian was. Shaun hadn't said a word about "them" since they'd done it, and had been even more of a dick than usual after the act. But with his barriers down, Shaun had allowed himself to fall asleep with Desmond in the room.
"Prick…" Desmond whispered softly, shifting forwards to place an arm around Shaun's shoulders. He was surprised when the man lightly leaned against him, nuzzling into his throat with a quiet sigh. It sent a flush to Desmond's cheeks, but he merely smiled. It was…cute.
Grunting quietly, Desmond lifted Shaun into his arms, carrying him bridal style towards the bedroom Shaun had been staying in. He laid Shaun down, half-sitting as he did so, and was about to leave when Shaun curled against him with a tired mumble of his name.
What the hell…why did Shaun have to be so cute like this?
Desmond sighed. Lips quirked upwards into a smile, and he pulled Shaun's glasses off, setting them on the bedside table. He unzipped his hoodie and tossed it aside, kicking off his shoes before climbing into bed with the historian, laying an arm over his waist, nestling close to him.
"Sleep well, Shaun…" he whispered softly, ghosting a kiss over his forehead and closing his eyes, pulling the covers over them. He hadn't been terribly tired, but with Shaun pressed against him so warmly…well, he supposed he could go to sleep a little earlier than planned.
