Under Different Circumstances

Snoring

Rating for this chapter: T

Under Different Circumstances

Snoring

Jean-Pierre was sleeping soundly, covers askew, head resting on the pillow and Vincent snuggled close to him. His own arm wrapped around his lover's waist and their legs were entwined together. They had finally taken their relationship to the next step and the whole experience, although a bit awkward at first had been simply amazing.

It started with teasing kisses here and there that led to Vincent pushing him inside his bedroom. Jean-Pierre had been on his way downstairs to get something or other, when Vincent seemingly sprung out of nowhere and pinned him to the wall. He was pleasantly surprised by the assault and more than willing to respond, but just as Vincent put his leg around his waist, he winked at him and sauntered off.

Jean-Pierre hadn't been okay with that and chased Vincent further down the corridor, before cornering him and moulding their lips together, once more. There had been a thigh being pressed between someone's legs here and hands started to unbutton a shirt, before they found themselves with their backs to Vincent's room.

They looked into each other's eyes for a moment; blue meeting with violet, violet shining with love, before he nodded and Vincent opened the door and closed it behind them. From there, it was nothing but touching, kissing, shedding of clothes and discovering new territory that felt familiar yet foreign. It was an experience they both wanted to repeat again.

Their first time together was enjoyable and they fell asleep in a heap of limbs, pressing kisses to each other, before Vincent whispered in his ear something that made him smile slightly and then they fell asleep sprawled on the bed together.

This brought him back to the present situation, where they were sleeping soundly, until a very loud noise disturbed Jean-Pierre. His eyes snapped open and he grunted, as he tried to locate the source of it. When he didn't hear it for a couple of seconds, he closed his eyes and tried to fall back asleep, but then he heard it again.

Jean-Pierre sighed, as he watched Vincent snore away in his sleep. He had forgotten his lover was not a quiet sleeper and was one of the things that contributed to him wanting a separate room; that and the fact he was still trying to leave his father for good.

"Come on, ta yeule."/ "Come on, shut up." He whispered to Vincent, who only shifted a bit in his sleep and continued snoring. Jean-Pierre cursed the high heavens, poked, and prodded him in the hopes of getting him to pipe down. He even tried whistling since, apparently, that was supposed to help, but it did absolutely nothing. He was doomed.

Before tonight, and before he started this relationship with Vincent, he would have picked up and gone to sleep in his own room, or elsewhere, but right now he was rather comfortable with Vincent pressed close to his body and his mind had been at total ease.

He would have clamped his hand on Vincent's mouth, until the younger man woke up, but one look at his angelic, sleeping face and his heart melted a little on the inside. Then Vincent let out a particular loud snort and Jean-Pierre had enough. This called for drastic measures.

He disentangled himself from his lover's side and covered his head with the pillow, hoping it would help camouflage the noise a bit. It did help, but it was highly uncomfortable and there was no air. Jean-Pierre glared at him, as Vincent continued to sleep; oblivious to the fact the other man was trying everything short of throwing a bucket of cold water in his face to get him to shut up.


Throughout the rest of the night and the early hours of the morning, Jean-Pierre got little to no sleep. He could hear the hours of the night go by, as his watch beeped twice for every sixty minutes that flew by.

He tried to sleep on the couch, (his room was too far for his tired body at this late hour), but it was rather cold and he missed Vincent's warm body. There was also the fact he could still hear the younger man snore away. When there was a short, lapses of silence, Jean-Pierre crawled back into the bed and Vincent sought him out in his sleep. Finally, at around six in the morning, he was able to fall asleep.

He was sleeping soundly when he felt something trying to pull him from the rather short rest he was having. He felt kisses peppered to his chest and shoulder and even though he tried to shield himself from it, the person was quite insistent and managed to sever the last of his ties with his rest.

"…an… Jean, aller, réveille toi."/ "…an… Jean, come on, wake up." The kisses made it to his chin, then his cheek, before his nose and then the other cheek. By then, he cracked one blue eye open and stared at the happy, well-rested looking Vincent.

"Enfin! Bonjour, as-tu bien dormis?"/ "Finally! Good morning, did you sleep well?" His lover had the gull to ask him, as he rolled closer to him, before placing himself on top of him. Jean-Pierre felt like pushing him off and going back to sleep, but he couldn't bring himself to do it, since Vincent looked just so happy. Instead, he glared at him.

"Qu'est-ce qu'y'a, Jean? T'es pas content de me voir?"/ "What's wrong, Jean? Aren't you happy to see me?" Vincent's face fell a bit and Jean-Pierre would have tried to soothe away his worries had it not been for the hellish night he just went through.

"Chu content de t'voir, mais tabarnak, Vincent, tu ronfles fucking fort, pis j'ai pas dormis d'l'ostie d'nuit."/ "I'm happy to see you, but holy shit, Vincent, you snore fucking loudly and I didn't sleep all night long." To add emphasis, he yawned widely.

"Ah, chuis désolé…"/ "Ah, I'm sorry…" Vincent started off.

"C'correct là, va juste falloir trouver une solution, sinon m'a pas être un homme heureux."/ "S'okay, we're just gonna have to find a solution, or else I'm not gonna be a happy man." He shrugged the matter off as nothing, but he knew Vincent knew it was bothering him.

"J'ai peut-être une petite idée qui pourrait t'aider…"/ "I might have an idea that could help you…" Vincent sat up in his bed, with his back against the pillows, before manoeuvring Jean-Pierre so that he was lying between his legs with his head resting on the younger man's thigh. Vincent started combing his fingers' through Jean-Pierre's scalp. The soothing motion and the quiet that finally reigned in the room lulled him to sleep and he was finally able to get some rest.

In his opinion, it wouldn't matter if Vincent snored, as long as he could sleep like this in the morning.

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Started writing: May 30th 2010, 2:06pm

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