sorry for yet another iancorn, i just really really like this song. it's an instrumental and it's beautiful and i highly reccommend listening to it. it's only a few minutes long, so it's not 'boring.' i never found classical music boring, but i know a lot of people do.
this is a really short fic, i know. it's only a few hundred words.
enjoy.
ps the story doesn't actually make much sense unless you understand enough french to know what the title means. i know the general idea is 'lullaby of another summer: the afternoon,' and that's just from high school french.
Comptine d'un Autre Été: L'Après Midi - Yann Tiersen
Iancorn
"Hey, you made it home." Ian mumbled, keeping his eyes shut.
"Of course I did." David replied, "What, was I going to be mauled by a shark on my way to the grocery store?"
"Well, no." Ian opened an eye, "But I didn't expect you to be back so soon."
"Can I come lay with you or will the hammock break?" David grinned.
"There are rules of the hammock."
David nodded, "And?"
"There will be no: sex, sex jokes, sex talk, talk of anything remotely sexual, jokes about anything remotely sexual, and anything remotely sexual."
He grinned, "Nothing of the sexual sort, then?"
"No." Ian shook his head, "Just you, me, and the afternoon."
"Sounds perfect."
Ian held his arms out in a childish way, "Come come. There's always room for one more."
David carefully got into the hammock with Ian. They lay there, cuddling and holding each other pretty much the entire afternoon. Ian fell asleep more than once, and each time, David woke him up with a gentle kiss on the forehead.
They held hands and had to use the other to shield their eyes from the sun, but they still enjoyed themselves. Hours were spent talking about whatever they wanted to. Ian mostly brought up work related things, while David stuck with more personal things about their relationship. Food was brought up in the conversation several times. Ian admitted that he didn't know where he'd be without David and the food he made. David admitted that he didn't know where he'd be without someone to make the food for. This made them decided they were definitely perfect for each other.
They shared a long kiss before Ian felt himself dozing off. He was tired again, and the sun was barely beginning to set. He closed his eyes and curled up closer to David, letting his warmth spread to him. He smiled and let out a deep breath, drifting off.
The last thing he felt was David's arms closing around him and carrying him off, gently setting him down in their bed and wrapping the covers around him.