Nein O'Clock -oneshot-
By BaconShinobi
Game/Pair: Psychonauts, Sasha x Raz
Rating: Safe for the kiddies. Mebbe.
disclaimer: i'm not cool enough to own Sasha or Raz. too bad.
Sasha Nein sat up in bed. He groggily rubbed the sleep from his eyes, free hand pausing in its habitual reach for glasses as he looked over at the warm body next to him. His generally cold features softened slightly as he caressed the relaxed cheek of his lover. Razputin was limp in his sleep, arms and legs splayed, taking up much of the mattress. He was hogging the blankets, too. Sasha didn't mind waking up with the boy's slack limbs draped over him. On the contrary; he found it comforting.
Raz shifted at the older man's warm touch. Using the arm and leg he had laying claim to him as an anchor, he scootched closer, seeking the familiar heat of his quiet lover. Sasha chuckled, covering his blue eyes with those familiar tinted glasses. He carefully slid out from under the Psychonaut's clinging grip. It was no mean feat to slip away without waking Raz; still a growing boy, he slept like the dead.
The sunlight made his exposed skin glow green-blue as he stretched his tired body, shaking the blanket of sleep off completely. He enjoyed these mornings more than anything else. Waking up completely naked to the sleeping form of the love of his life, walking around the house clothesless because no one was around to see…. He relished these mornings, when he was completely alone to go about as he pleased. To shed his usual prudish, refined behavior for a few glorious moments of not caring about his appearance. In these moments, he indulged in "reckless, senseless activities" that he scolded Raz for even thinking about.
Sasha smiled to himself as he stepped onto the tasteful black and white kitchen tile. His bare feet made little noise as he padded across the floor and over to a square panel in the wall. It popped open at his whim, revealing an unusual sight: a CD player. A CD player? In Sasha Nein's residence? Certainly not. A mistake, surely! Alas, a CD player it was. As if its mere existence weren't enough, the man switched it on. The rectangular anomaly emitted a low, melodious tune. Satisfied, Sasha left it to its business and strolled across the roomy kitchen to start breakfast. He flipped on the coffee, turned on the stove, whipped the eggs together, tapped his foot to the beat of the song…. A normal morning.
Fin.