Flip.
The slate-haired boy turned another page in his book. Fifteen pages, and I'll have just two chapters left, he thought.
Flip. Flip. Flip.
"Zexion, it is 3:00 in the morning. Will you please put the book down?" Demyx said in a tight voice, turning over to face his boyfriend. "The constant page flipping... turning... is keeping me awake."
Zexion barked out a light laugh. "The pages are not keeping you awake, Demyx," he responded. "The fact that you slept until 4:30 this afternoon is what's keeping you awake."
Flip.
Demyx ran his hands roughly through his blond hair and scoffed. "That has nothing to do with it. I'm actually exhausted right now. I did a lot today," he said haughtily.
Flip.
"You didn't even do the laundry, which you swore up and down you were going to do," Zexion muttered in an undertone. He continued to read in silence; Demyx continued to throw his body side-to-side, alternating between facing the wall and facing Zexion.
Flip. Flip. Flip. Flip.
"Are you done? How many more pages do you have left? You've been reading for, like, four hours. Doesn't your neck hurt?" Demyx fired off questions without giving his boyfriend a second to answer any of them.
"No, I'm not done. I have about 2 chapters left. I'm aware of how long I've been reading. And no, my neck does not hurt," he responded calmly. "Why don't you try actually sleeping?"
Flip. Flip.
Demyx threw his arms out to the side. "What do you think I've been doing for the last three hours?"
Flip. Flip. Flip.
"You've been complaining about the light, the sound of the pages turning, the cat meowing, just about anything making noise or preventing you from laying in complete darkness." Zexion finally looked up at his book, his eyes meeting with Demyx's. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Besides putting the book away?" Demyx mumbled sarcastically. He quailed under Zexion's glare. He sighed, turned his face away and whispered something.
Zexion frowned. "I can't understand you when you turn away and mutter under your breath."
"I can't sleep if I'm not cuddling with you. That's why I've been tossing and turning all night," Demyx explained. The smaller boy placed his book aside, then turned to kiss his musical lover. Demyx slipped a tongue into his boyfriend's mouth playfully and pulled away. "Bed time?"
"Not quite," Zexion replied. "I still have a couple of chapters left. In the meantime, you can still cuddle with me." He tapped his shoulder. Demyx smiled widely, dropped his head onto Zexion's shoulder and started reading along with the book.
Flip. Flip. Flip.
How is this book possibly going to be wrapped up in just one more chapter? Zexion thought to himself. He briefly flicked his eyes to the blond head on his shoulder. Demyx was tangled up in the blankets and sheets, one leg hanging off the edge of the bed, the other with sheets curled around it. One arm was flipped up against his chest, and his mouth was open, snoring lightly.
The slate-haired boy smiled. He finished up his book and placed it on his nightstand. Gently, he lowered Demyx so he was laying flat. With a yawn, Demyx turned onto his side, facing the wall. Zexion removed his glasses, turned off his lamp and curled up beneath the blankets.
Just as he was falling off, an arm wrapped around his waist and a pair of lips kissed his cheek. "I love you, Zexion," Demyx whispered.
"I love you too, Demyx."