The princess and the pea
Justin could feel a puff of air behind his ear. It was a bit irritating and he tried to move away from it, scrunching up his nose. He turned to his other side, his eyes fluttering open, and sure enough, there he was: his evil tormentor. Still, a small smile played on his lips as he sleepily whispered good morning.
"Hey" Brian responded, smiling back. "Don't you have anything to do today? It's noon."
Justin snuggled closer for warmth and grunted a "no", closing his eyes again. He must have drifted off for a few minutes but when he opened his eyes again Brian was there still, barely having moved an inch. Justin looked at him curiously.
"What?"
Brian seemed to be contemplating his answer.
"You are weird" he said in a matter of fact tone, sounding as if he had just figured this out after having spent hours thinking it through.
"Huh?" was all Justin could manage at his sleepy state.
"You sleep weird" Brian added, trying to clarify his previous statement. Justin gave him a blank look.
"I mean look." Brian gestured with his hands.
Justin looked down at himself. His body was close to Brian's, the top half twisted the other man's way, one hand touching Brian's forearm, the other lightly placed over his belly. His head had probably been close to Brian's neck some moments ago, cause he was pretty sure he must have kept sniffing him in his sleep. Oops. He tried not to think about that, finding it somewhat embarrassing in a pathetic-stalker-lovesick-puppydog kinda way and just focused on keeping a perfect "what the fuck?" expression on his face.
"It is like in one of those ridiculous movies you watch with Emmet. The ones with some pretty little misses having problems with her breeder boyfriend, preferably in a designer dress."
"I have no idea what you are talking about." Shit, he knew he should have burned that copy of Sex and the City….
"You know how you fell asleep last night?" Brian continued and not waiting for an answer he took Justin's left hand, placed it over the blond man's chest, right above his heart, and then placed the right one over his forehead, palm face-up. "Here" he said with a self-satisfied grin. "It is all very Shakespearean."
Justin was amused by Brian's antics. But.. "I do not sleep like that. Nobody does." he said as if trying to explain it to a little kid.
"Well you do" Brian said. "It just goes to show what a fucking princess you are, even in your sleep." Justin glared at him but Brian's annoying smirk was back. "I'll have to check you later to make sure you didn't bruise sleeping on a forgotten condom under the mattress." He added tongue-in-cheek.
"Fuck you"
"Well, if though whilst it so, my fair princess, it shall be done"
Just then Justin figured Brian was the weird one. But it was a good kind of weird.
Side note: sorry for my English!