Note: My Sister Is a huge Ricky Banderas 'Judas Mesias' and Dark Cuervo fan and she asked me to write this. So this is for her. I 3 you, Ena!
Absolutely nothing had worked out right that day. From the moment Ricky had opened his eyes, he'd known it wouldn't. He had a headache for one thing, and Cuervo, who was curled up beside him snoring away with the luxury of a free day ahead of him didn't seem to be in any hurry to wake up and see him off. Then, there was The Traffic Jam From Hell on his way to the Arena, and his manager had been in a piss-poor mood as well, snapping at Ricky and everyone else every time they turned around.
He'd had to cancel his lunch date with Cuervo and make do with a handful of crackers and a bottle of water (which really didn't help his headache at all), and then the afternoon – God, the afternoon had been like one big joke. Despite everything that could possibly go wrong doing so, they'd worked late into the night, and Ricky knew it would be almost midnight before he made it home.
In short, he was tired, hungry, had a headache, short-tempered and having one of those days where he wondered why he didn't just go wash dishes in some restaurant rather than spend one more day in his chosen career.
As he unlocked his front door, he saw that all the lights were out, and realized that Cuervo must have already gone to bed…which wasn't really surprising, considering the hour.
With a deep sigh and a dejected slump of his shoulders, he hung his keys on the wall, threw his jacket on the coat rack and headed toward the bathroom for a quick shower. A soft golden glow coming from the living room caught his attention, however, and his first thought was that Cuervo had left the television on.
Then, a small smile touched his lips as he walked inside the dimly lit room. A single, thick candle sat on the coffee table, its flame dancing merrily. A food-laden tray sat beside it, loaded with everything from sandwiches to cake to a tall, cold glass of tea, and best of all, just behind the table, on the couch, sat Cuervo.
He wasn't naked and ready to make love to Ricky right then and there – no, he was fully dressed in a t-shirt and sweats, his hair was standing tied and best of all, his arms were open and waiting for Ricky to slide into them.
Less than a heartbeat later, Ricky was there, his head resting on Cuervo's shoulder and soothing hands moving over his back, coaxing tense muscles to loosen and relax, the heat of his lover's body seeping through his clothes and warming him, and soft lips pressing against his temple in a gentle kiss.
They didn't have to speak, not yet, and the food would wait, because despite how hungry Ricky was, he wasn't quite hungry enough to move just yet, and even though the candle might very well burn away before either of them moved, that was all right too, because sometimes, when you find the perfect moment, you simply hesitate to let it go.
All the hassles of the day seemed to fade away, and Ricky's arms wound around Cuervo's neck as he closed his eyes and breathed in the smells of home – the cinnamon candle, the chocolate cake, and best of all, the man he loved.
They didn't make love, simply held each other until their breathing and heartbeat seemed to find a matching rhythm, and then only picked at the food, but almost half an hour later, when Cuervo asked Ricky how his day had been, Ricky had only smiled and snuggled closer, telling him it hadn't been so bad.
And in the great scheme of things, he thought, how could a day this bad ended like this?