Morning After, Part 2
--Frost
(None of the characters are mine)
Morning--truly morning this time. The warm sun spilled through the window and onto the bed, leaving both of it's occupants feeling a sense of comfort--not to mention overly toasty.
Now, Remy had a notion, that if he would just get up and scoot over a bit from Bobby, that neither of them would be so hot anymore. And it was a good notion; logical and everything. He wasn't going to do it, though. Because, for once in his life, he wasn't sure what to do with the fact that he was in another persons' room--that that man had his arms wrapped around his waist, and that that man had his face pressed against his back. Usually, he could blow it off. He could get up, smile charmingly and say "It's been nice, mebbe we can do it again some time!" and then, he could walk off. Unembarassedly. Unafraid of what others would think--and more importantly--unafraid of what he would think of himself for it later.
But it was different today. Today, he was sleeping in Bobby Drake's bed. So, instead of getting up and moving over (or just running away) like any sane person, Remy LeBeau was pretending he was asleep. He kept those pretty eyes of his closed and his breathing normal. When in doubt, wait until your partner rolls over and -then- make a run for it! And so wait, he did.
And wait....
And wait....
And wai--"I know you're awake, just so you know." The voice was soft, really nothing much higher than a whisper. But that's all that was needed. It rang out clearly in the room that had been so quiet only a moment before.
And Remy LeBeau positively -jumped-. He was in an upright and sitting position in less time than even he thought possible, and staring at Bobby with eyes that were probably--from the look on Drake's face-- amusingly large. He had the sudden urge to pull the covers back up to hide his exposed body. Either that or blush. Deciding that both options weren't very...him, he did neither. He only stared at the other man in bed.
Bobby looked wide awake--as if he had been for hours; deep blue eyes sparkled with amusement and he even had the nerve to smile. It occured to Remy that Bobby had probably been waiting for him to do something the whole time. So, do something he would. "...What?" he asked, his voice hovering at the point of childish and somewhat accusing. Unfortunately this made Bobby's smile go wider. Damned icecube.
"Stop dat," he narrowed his eyes, and tried his hardest to look threatening while still naked. It wasn't that hard, he noticed, as Bobby tried sobering.
It was Bobby's turn to talk--mostly because Remy had decided that if he didn't talk, he couldn't get himself into trouble. "...So." It was obvious that Bobby's commanding presense from only a few hours was gone. ...It must have been his lack of sleep....
Remy sighed. Yeah, he hated the morning after. It was late now, and someone would be coming to wake Bobby up--no, not the Cajun. Sleeping in late was something Remy always did, and they had given up on him long ago. But Bobby, they actually cared about. If he didn't show up after a certain amount of time, they'd start to worry. Remy frowned inwardly, trying to think over his best plans of action.
"So," Bobby said casually, "Wanna be my boyfriend?" It was so casual, Remy had nearly missed it. It was like "Oh, nice weather, huh?" Casual.
Nearly missed it. But not quite. He paused in mid thought, and then blinked at Bobby. He frowned slightly. Maybe it hadn't been commanding, but it had been brave enough. Remy blinked again. "Well...merde." Was all he said.
Poor Bobby looked utterly stricken. He'd taken hours to work up all that courage to ask the Cajun out, and the most he got was a "merde"? He felt like crying. Or pouting and throwing a fit. Or both.
"Guess we can try dat out," Came a smooth reply. Too smooth. Silk rubbing against velvet smooth. A crooked grin. "Remy, he ain' makin' no promises, an' he ain' gonn' say he love you, but we can see, non?"
By the look of it, that had been more than the Icecube was expecting. His eyebrows rose up in surprise, and his mouth parted into a wondering little "o". He stayed that way for a long moment, and then he nearly -jumped- on Remy. "Good enough for me. What do ya say we try out a few of the moves that we didn't get to last night?" His lips met Remy's, not really allowing time for answer.
Remy now wished that he could remember last night. But, pushing that thought aside, and focusing on the current moment, he wasn't too sad about it. There would be more times to remember, if all went well.
Maybe-just maybe- the morning after wasn't so bad after all.
--Frost
(None of the characters are mine)
Morning--truly morning this time. The warm sun spilled through the window and onto the bed, leaving both of it's occupants feeling a sense of comfort--not to mention overly toasty.
Now, Remy had a notion, that if he would just get up and scoot over a bit from Bobby, that neither of them would be so hot anymore. And it was a good notion; logical and everything. He wasn't going to do it, though. Because, for once in his life, he wasn't sure what to do with the fact that he was in another persons' room--that that man had his arms wrapped around his waist, and that that man had his face pressed against his back. Usually, he could blow it off. He could get up, smile charmingly and say "It's been nice, mebbe we can do it again some time!" and then, he could walk off. Unembarassedly. Unafraid of what others would think--and more importantly--unafraid of what he would think of himself for it later.
But it was different today. Today, he was sleeping in Bobby Drake's bed. So, instead of getting up and moving over (or just running away) like any sane person, Remy LeBeau was pretending he was asleep. He kept those pretty eyes of his closed and his breathing normal. When in doubt, wait until your partner rolls over and -then- make a run for it! And so wait, he did.
And wait....
And wait....
And wai--"I know you're awake, just so you know." The voice was soft, really nothing much higher than a whisper. But that's all that was needed. It rang out clearly in the room that had been so quiet only a moment before.
And Remy LeBeau positively -jumped-. He was in an upright and sitting position in less time than even he thought possible, and staring at Bobby with eyes that were probably--from the look on Drake's face-- amusingly large. He had the sudden urge to pull the covers back up to hide his exposed body. Either that or blush. Deciding that both options weren't very...him, he did neither. He only stared at the other man in bed.
Bobby looked wide awake--as if he had been for hours; deep blue eyes sparkled with amusement and he even had the nerve to smile. It occured to Remy that Bobby had probably been waiting for him to do something the whole time. So, do something he would. "...What?" he asked, his voice hovering at the point of childish and somewhat accusing. Unfortunately this made Bobby's smile go wider. Damned icecube.
"Stop dat," he narrowed his eyes, and tried his hardest to look threatening while still naked. It wasn't that hard, he noticed, as Bobby tried sobering.
It was Bobby's turn to talk--mostly because Remy had decided that if he didn't talk, he couldn't get himself into trouble. "...So." It was obvious that Bobby's commanding presense from only a few hours was gone. ...It must have been his lack of sleep....
Remy sighed. Yeah, he hated the morning after. It was late now, and someone would be coming to wake Bobby up--no, not the Cajun. Sleeping in late was something Remy always did, and they had given up on him long ago. But Bobby, they actually cared about. If he didn't show up after a certain amount of time, they'd start to worry. Remy frowned inwardly, trying to think over his best plans of action.
"So," Bobby said casually, "Wanna be my boyfriend?" It was so casual, Remy had nearly missed it. It was like "Oh, nice weather, huh?" Casual.
Nearly missed it. But not quite. He paused in mid thought, and then blinked at Bobby. He frowned slightly. Maybe it hadn't been commanding, but it had been brave enough. Remy blinked again. "Well...merde." Was all he said.
Poor Bobby looked utterly stricken. He'd taken hours to work up all that courage to ask the Cajun out, and the most he got was a "merde"? He felt like crying. Or pouting and throwing a fit. Or both.
"Guess we can try dat out," Came a smooth reply. Too smooth. Silk rubbing against velvet smooth. A crooked grin. "Remy, he ain' makin' no promises, an' he ain' gonn' say he love you, but we can see, non?"
By the look of it, that had been more than the Icecube was expecting. His eyebrows rose up in surprise, and his mouth parted into a wondering little "o". He stayed that way for a long moment, and then he nearly -jumped- on Remy. "Good enough for me. What do ya say we try out a few of the moves that we didn't get to last night?" His lips met Remy's, not really allowing time for answer.
Remy now wished that he could remember last night. But, pushing that thought aside, and focusing on the current moment, he wasn't too sad about it. There would be more times to remember, if all went well.
Maybe-just maybe- the morning after wasn't so bad after all.