The Warblers' practice had been endless. Sebastian couldn't wait to finally get to Cooper's apartment. He huddled in his coat and pulled his scarf closer against cold wind as he sped up, walking from his car to the house. His thoughts strayed to images of Cooper's hot body writhing underneath him. Or they rather returned on the track they had been all evening. His pants felt too tight.
"Room service," Sebastian called from the hallway, pulling off his boots, and then started on his clothes, shedding them piece by piece while he was walking to the brightly lit living room. Once there, he frowned when he couldn't see Cooper at first.
That was because he lay almost out of sight, curled up on the couch.
Sebastian went to the front of the couch, stepping over empty coffee cups and piles of paper scattered around it. Cooper's arms were tucked into his chest, his whole appearance betraying exhaustion and discomfort.
Sebastian freed some papers stuck under Cooper's legs, took a blanket from the back of the couch and laid it over him.
"Old man," he chuckled when he noticed Cooper's reading glasses askew on his face. Carefully, he removed it and set it on the coffee table.
"Hmm?" Cooper hummed, his body slowly relaxing under the blanket.
"Shh, sleep." Sebastian smiled.
He tiptoed from the living room, switching the light off on his way. Writhing was postponed tonight.