Roderich rolled over slowly, hoping he wouldn't wake Gilbert. He had pretended to be asleep for an hour or so now, but his thoughts stirred noisily behind his eyes. He watched the man beside him breathe deeply, wishing he could join him in unconscious bliss. Each time he closed his eyes, though, he would only be met with images of the man next to him and questions he could not answer.
Gilbert made a small noise in his sleep, a corner of his mouth tilting gently upwards. Roderich smiled in response, wishing he could see what he was dreaming of.
An idea suddenly struck him, but he pushed it aside. Well, he tried to. But the man was neither strong physically nor emotionally and the idea persisted. He slowly picked up a hand and placed it gently on Gilbert's shoulder, moving closer to him. Gilbert again twitched the corner of his mouth, and Roderich froze. This was a bad idea, he decided. But if he moved again he risked waking him.
Roderich sighed as he tried to imitate Gil's breathing. Maybe if he could force himself to sleep... He closed his eyes and pictured himself sleeping. Maybe, just maybe, it would get Gilbert off his mind...
After a few minutes, he still did not feel tired. But he felt a presence on his closed eyes, something heavy and unfamiliar from the rest of the night. He wanted to keep his eyes shut, to force himself to slumber. But the sudden rustle of sheets startled him. He then felt an arm extend around his side and to his back. Gilbert pulled him right against his chest; his heartbeat skyrocketed, he was sure it would wake him.
He slowly opened his eyes, in front of Gilbert's wide open ones. He wanted to jump, but he was locked in Gilbert's embrace. The presence on his eyelids had been Gil's stare, his wide and curious gaze. "You can't sleep either, can you?" He said quietly, almost condescendingly.
"I was... Asleep..." Roderich lied.
Gilbert would've laughed had it not been so late. "Don't lie, Roddy, you suck at it. I can feel you staring."
Roderich was sure he had turned red, suddenly wishing he had turned off the last lamp to hide his embarrassment. "Well..."
"What's keeping you awake?" Gilbert asked, his eyes locked onto Roderich's.
The man knew that Gilbert didn't always want to mess with him, to humiliate him. He knew that there were times he had to be honest, that Gil expected honesty. Just between the two of them. "I can't stop thinking of you." He whispered after a few moments.
He watched the corners of Gil's mouth again turn upwards as he was again pulled closer, their faces less than a breath away. His arm sunk over Gilbert's shoulder and around his neck, running his hair between his slim fingers.
Gilbert's smile filled his entire head as he spoke. "I can't stop thinking of you, either." He replied.
And all of Roderich's fears collapsed as Gilbert's smile pressed into his. The sweet kiss relaxed the musician, and their warm embrace sent him into a melodic and gentle slumber.