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John's POV
Waking up with another man pressed close against his side was a bit odd since he was used to sleeping on his own or with women who are a bit softer, however it's not necessarily a bad thing. Actually it is quite pleasant and something he would not mind repeating. His eyes flicker open as he tilts his head a bit, amused to see the taller man's head resting on his chest, one long leg thrown over his, and the arm to his injured side curled against his stomach. Sometime during the night, one of his arms had wrapped around the taller man's shoulders. Smiling, his eyes drift shut and he just relaxes back into sleep.
The second time he awakes it's to the feeling of needing to use the bathroom however James seems to have curled even closer if that is even possible.
"Let me up," he mutters sleepily, gently rubbing the older man's shoulder.
"Ghmmmm, don't want to," the blonde grumbles in response.
Smiling he continues to rub the blonde's shoulder, "Well I don't exactly want to move either, but my bladder insists."
Grumbling softly, the taller man rolls on his back, throwing his arm across his eyes while he scoots off the bed and heads into the bathroom. When he gets done and back in the room, he discovers that the blonde hasn't moved and he takes a moment to admire the view. The light blanket he had pulled over them the previous night is around his hips, leaving all of his partners golden skin not covered by bandages open for his pleasant viewing.
Settling back on the edge of the bed he reaches out and runs his hand down the taller man's side and chest, enjoying the way that his muscles play beneath his finger tips.
"Back to bed or up for the day?" he inquires of the older man as his fingers continue to trace his firm muscles.
"Both maybe?" the tall man answers, "I'm worthless before my first cup of coffee. Even have a coffee pot, though I forgot to set it up last night."
"Coffee huh?" he repeats with a smile, "Where's the pot and supplies hidden at? I'll get it going while you just relax."
Using the hand not covering his eyes he waves towards the desk in the corner, "Bottom drawer, I use bottled water for it, also in that drawer."
Leaning down and gently pressing a kiss to the blonde's uninjured side he then scrambles off the bed to make the coffee. A few minutes later it is ready and he makes up a cup, black with sugar, as he has seen him drinking in the mornings at breakfast occasionally.
Setting it on the night stand next to the bed he has just settled back on the edge of it, when James grabs his arm, tugging him over to kiss him senseless again.
"Coffee's getting cold," he mutters between kisses, but does nothing to move away, instead staying half bent over the taller man, body twisted in what should be uncomfortable way as he continues to kiss him back.
"I hate mornings," the blonde grumbles letting him go again and scooting up on the bed.
He chuckles, grabbing the coffee and handing it to him, enjoying the smile that plays across the tall man's lips as he takes a sip of the bitter brew.
"Better?" he queries as he glances at the tall blonde.
Eyes shut, he nods once, "Yes, thank you."
For a little bit there is silence, the thick walls muting the sounds from outside of the room, the only sound within the room their breathing and the occasional sipping sound of the tall major taking a drink.
Eventually the silence is broken when James' inquires, "Why did you stay?" there is curiosity and something else in the tall man's tone.
Shrugging, he settles beside the blonde as he answers, "You've heard what the blokes call me, it's not because I avoid people. I'm a cuddler, though that was the first time I have ever done so with another bloke on purpose." Again the two of them are silent for a bit, before he asks, "Why me?"
Tilting his head slightly to give him a serious look the older man responds, "It was in your touch."
Confused, he browns, "Explain please."
"Most people, when they touch someone else, they expect something. That is something I noticed you never do." There is hesitation in the tall man's voice, as if he is not sure he really wants to be saying that or not.
Cocking his head to the side, he lifts his shoulder in a sort-of shrug, "Never noticed," he remarks, "Never saw any reason to expect something more than what a touch is: contact." He pauses for a moment, tilting his head back and closing his eyes before explaining, "When I was going through my residency one of the doctors I trained under used to tell me that the purpose of a doctor is not to heal but to provide the contact that all people need in order to live happily. She said, even those who dislike others sometimes need just a simple touch to remind them they are more than a ghost. Never use touch as a way to control. For it is one of the most basic human needs. Just look at what happens when a child is denied the most basic of touch. The results can be devastating. I try to always remember that."
"Definitely a peculiar man," the blonde remarks while shaking his head.
"That's me, peculiar," he states with a chuckle.
There is a long period of silence between the two of them before the taller man shifts how he is sitting, turning to face him and setting the mug aside, "Now that I'm awake," he murmurs, "May I?"
Grinning, he replies, "You know, when we're alone like this you really don't have to ask if you can kiss me."
"Good," the tall man replies before tugging him closer, pulling him so his knees settle on either side of the taller man's thighs. Tugging him forward a bit so they are nearly flush against each other, the blonde cups his jaw before proceeding to kiss him senseless.
Groaning softly, he presses against the taller man's chest, his arms wrapping around his shoulders and kissing him back.
He enjoys all of the noises that his partner makes, so he intentionally tries to provoke more of them by deepening the kiss. Letting his hands roam across the taller man's body. Their tongue dance together, back and forth between them as they each take turns leaning the kiss.
"John," the blonde moans quietly into his mouth.
He breaks away from kissing the taller man on the mouth, proceeding to kiss down his jaw, and then his throat. Pausing at the base of his throat to suck lightly on the pulse, he makes sure not to leave any marks, particularly since in their line of work clothes can be destroyed easily. Beneath his lips he can feel the low groan rumbling through the tall man. Smiling, he continues to kiss his way across James collarbone before scooting back a bit so he can proceed to kissing the rest of his chest.
Two strong hands slip from his shoulder, down his back to his arse, holding him in place as the blonde tilts his head back and moans softly, "I'm not the only good kisser."
Sitting up, he grins at the taller man, "Well, you know, practice makes perfect."
"Well then," the blonde murmurs right before pulling him back in for more kissing, his long fingers dancing across the back of his shirt, "May I?" he queries, fingers touching the bottom of his under shirt.
His grin turns to a gentle smile as he nods, "Of course."
Slowly the taller man drag's his shirt up over his head before dropping it on the floor. Long fingers skim over his back, tracing each muscle group slowly. Mercurial eyes burn hot as they study him.
Groaning, he tilts his head back as the blonde leans forward a bit and kisses his throat, before gently nipping at it, his tongue swirling away the irritation.
"Jay-mus," he gasps when he actually bites down on the muscle.
He feels more than sees the smirk that curves the older man's lips as he continues to lick, nip, and kiss his way across his chest. Those long fingers go from exploring his back to holding his hips, while the taller man continues on his path until he is stopped by one of the stitches in his side popping.
Hissing in pain, the older man jerks back, his hand coming up to his side as he scowls downward.
Scooting off the bed, he goes over to his bag and retrieves it, "Move your hand," he instructs as he pulls the cleaner out and the stuff to redo the stitches.
Moving his hand, the taller blonde closes his eyes and leans back while he sets to quickly un-bandaging the gash. Shaking his head he chuckles darkly as he gets the injury cleaned and re-bandaged. After trashing the old bandages, he glances at the blankets and chuckles again. Somehow, despite the fact he ripped a stitch and he just cleaned the injury there is no blood that he can see on the bed.
"I was trying to avoid you doing that," he comments as he settles next to him.
Shrugging the taller blonde comments, "What can I say," he shrugs slightly, "It was bound to happen."
Shaking his head, he just leans his head against the taller man's good side, "You're a stubborn, stubborn man."
Looping his good arm around his shoulder, the blonde gives him a half-hug before kissing the top of his head. "Yes well, you seem to like being here anyways," the tall man murmurs.
"The snark is fun," he replies with a chuckle, "You to take it easy today."
"Doctor's orders?" the older man queries as they continue to just cuddle there for a bit.
"If I have to," he responds with a chuckle, giving a small shake of his head, "Breakfast? I can go get some food while you relax."
Several minutes pass before the taller man responds, "Only if you eat with me."
"Alright, let me get dressed," he answers as he scoots out from under his arm, "Do you want a particular breakfast?"
"You?" the blond remarks, his tone a bit questioning.
"Maybe for lunch if you don't rip your stitches again," he responds as he tugs his trousers up.
Smirking, the normally serious blonde retorts, "I'm sure I can think of ways of not ripping the stitches for six hours."
Chuckling huskily, he counters, "I'm sure you can."
Tugging his under shirt, then his regular shirt, followed by the jacket of his uniform on, he settles on the edge of the bed to pull his boots on.
Scooting up behind him, the taller man loops his arms around his shoulders for a moment, his chin resting on the right one. "Grab a radio, that way if you're needed for something you can be reached without them playing the tracking game," the blonde suggests softly.
"Sounds good," he responds, twisting around slightly to kiss the tall man's temple.
