Long Day

Disclaimer: Not mine. Sadly.

Sky sighed quietly as he opened the door to his and Jack's apartment. It had been a really looong day and he was more than glad it was over. Tossing his keys onto the table by the door, he quickly undid his boots and pulled them off, wiggling his toes a little afterwards to get some circulation back into them. He shook his head as he took in Jack's trainers by the door. They were where they should be, but Jack clearly hadn't made any effort to straighten them up: the shoelaces were everywhere and one shoe was on its side, probably from where Jack kicked it off. After a moment of hesitation he shook his head again and sighed, heading for the bedroom. He couldn't be bothered to tidy up Jack's mess right now, and anyway it was useless trying to talk to Jack about it, it was in one ear and out the other.

He opened the door to their bedroom and slipped quietly inside. It was late, late enough that Jack was in bed and asleep, so he tried to be as quiet as possible while getting changed. He hissed slightly as he went to pull off his jacket, his shoulder screaming in protest. He gritted his teeth and ignored it, shaking his arm out of the sleeve gently. Stupid criminals always thinking they had a chance and sometimes getting lucky. Stupid him for landing awkwardly.

"Bad day?" came the sleepy question and Sky started a little.

"I've had better," he replied. "I didn't mean to wake you, sorry."

"Didn't. Was'n sleepin'."

Sky rolled his eyes at the blatant lie and pulled off his shirt, gritting his teeth against the pain as he quickly got changed into his night wear: a pair of grey SPD sweats and plain blue t-shirt. He glanced over at Jack in the dark, the streetlight outside providing the faintest of illumination at this angle and he found his partner watching him steadily, propped up on one arm, looking more awake than he'd sounded a couple of minutes ago. Leaning over, Jack reached out and tugged gently on his wrist, pulling him towards the bed. "C'mon, come to bed. Stress in the morning."

Sky smiled softly and climbed into bed, burrowing under the warm covers, before realising he was lying on his pulled shoulder. Damn it. How was he going to fix that without Jack working out he was injured? He shifted slightly so he was lying more on his back than his shoulder and for a moment he thought he'd got away with it.

"What's wrong with your shoulder?" came the quiet question, dashing his hopes.

"Nothing," he replied, quickly. Too quickly.

"Right. Let's just pretend it didn't hurt to get your shirt and jacket off then."

He sighed. Jack was way too observant for someone who should have been sleeping. "It's just sore muscles, that's all."

There was a soft snort of derision. "Turn over," Jack said, swatting at his arm and Sky sighed loudly in exasperation before complying. "Stop being so awkward," Jack commented, the irritation in his voice mingled with amusement. About to come back with something that was no doubt incredibly cutting, Sky moaned softly in appreciation instead as Jack's fingers went to work on his shoulders, easing away the tightness and other aches. "There. How's that?" Jack asked a couple of minutes later.

"Mmm, better. Thanks."

"You're welcome. Now get some sleep. You get crankier the less sleep you have."

Sky leant back and swatted at Jack's arm. "Like you're so much better."

A soft laugh was the only response he got as Jack curled up next to him, burying his face in Sky's good shoulder and slipping his arm round Sky's waist. Basking in the heat of Jack's body next to his, Sky sighed inwardly in contentment, twining his fingers in Jack's as their hands lay on his stomach. Tomorrow was another day.