Title: Unconscious Grace
Author: Liat
Disclaimer: not mine.
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Part 4:
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Bright lay wide-awake in the dark, one hand griping the headboard above his head and the other resting on his stomach. One pale shaft of moonlight cut across the bed, shining over Bright's bare chest and Ephram's face. He turned his head to peek at Ephram. Still sleeping peacefully, a serene expression on his face, lips turned up in a secretive smile. Sighing, Bright shifted onto his side so he could gaze at Ephram without straining his neck muscles.
He thought, "Did I really say that?"
Bright's expression turned worried. He tried going over the events of the night. A little less than two hours ago, still delirious from the after- effects of his and Ephram's lovemaking, he thought he'd mumbled something to the effect of "I love you". Ephram had turned then, moving languidly to rest his head on the pillow facing Bright, he had smiled softly, brushed the back of his hand across Bright's cheek, then murmured "ditto" and fallen asleep. A slight frown marred Bright's brow as he stared at Ephram's sleeping form. He absently rubbed his hand over his heart, realizing nervously that he really did love Ephram and about the problems that could and would cause. With a tortured sigh, Bright settled further under the covers, forcing his mind to go blank, and fell asleep.
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He woke in the morning to the sound of the shower running. Still disoriented, Bright mumbled into the pillow,
"Dammit." Grinding his palms into his eyes, Bright flipped over and sat up slowly. He opened one eye cautiously. It was still dark outside, he observed from the window above the bed. He turned around to throw the covers off, but wait---he didn't have a window above his bed. Frowning, Bright tried to get out of the bed, but the blankets were still tangled around his legs and, caught, he tumbled headfirst onto the carpet. Ruefully rubbing his head, Bright pushed himself to a sitting position and looked up to see a very amused, very naked Ephram standing in the doorway of the bathroom. Suddenly, along with a rush of heat to his face, it all came back to him. Smiling tentatively at Ephram, who was now wrapping a towel around his waist and walking over to Bright, he tried to stand up. Ephram reached him before he succeeded and offered him a hand. Grabbing the outstretched hand gratefully, Bright was pulled to his feet. Ephram looked Bright over, looking a little worried,
"You okay, man? I heard a thump and came out to see what happened."
Bright nodded, half smiling, but rubbed his head some more. It didn't feel good to fall on your head, he discovered. Bright sighed, massaging the bridge of his nose with thumb and forefinger.
"Can I use the shower?"
Ephram grinned,
"Sure, go ahead."
Bright smiled thankfully, then turned to walk to the bathroom. Halfway there, he paused, turned around, and walked back over to a confused Ephram. Without a word, Bright hauled Ephram up against him, running his hands down his back to cup his ass, and kissed him hard. By the time Ephram's brain registered the fact that Bright was kissing him and thought to kiss back, Bright was setting Ephram away from him and going back to the bathroom.
Frustrated, Ephram ran a trembling hand through his hair and watched Bright shut the door, then heard the shower turn on. He was just turning towards his closet, when he changed his mind, sauntering into the bathroom.
Bright squealed when he heard the door open, hurrying to cover his private areas that could be seen fuzzily through the frosted glass shower doors. Ephram laughed, calling out,
"Relax, it's me."
Bright sighed with relief and went back to washing his hair. Moments later, he squealed again when the shower door opened and Ephram stepped in. Bright frowned, trying to keep his gaze on Ephram's face when he said,
"You already showered."
Ephram grinned wickedly,
"I know, but what harm could two showers do, especially for a germophobe?"
Bright looked at Ephram skeptically.
"But Ephram, you're not a germophobe."
Ephram grinned widely, shrugging,
"And that's the beauty of it."
Still looking at Ephram as if he had sprouted another head, Bright closed his eyes, tilting his head back under the hot spray to rinse out the shampoo. He gasped when he felt slick arms go around his waist and a warm body press up against his. Ephram smiled, murmured,
"I love smelling my shampoo on you."
Bright opened his eyes and grinned back, wrapping his arms around Ephram in turn.
They stood there under the spray, grinning like fools, for a few more minutes before Bright had the sense to lean in and kiss Ephram softly. This time it took Ephram all of 3 seconds to respond.
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Ephram missed the school bus and they both missed Homeroom.
But, hey, what was one late when you had a morning like they did?
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TBC.
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Author: Liat
Disclaimer: not mine.
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Part 4:
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Bright lay wide-awake in the dark, one hand griping the headboard above his head and the other resting on his stomach. One pale shaft of moonlight cut across the bed, shining over Bright's bare chest and Ephram's face. He turned his head to peek at Ephram. Still sleeping peacefully, a serene expression on his face, lips turned up in a secretive smile. Sighing, Bright shifted onto his side so he could gaze at Ephram without straining his neck muscles.
He thought, "Did I really say that?"
Bright's expression turned worried. He tried going over the events of the night. A little less than two hours ago, still delirious from the after- effects of his and Ephram's lovemaking, he thought he'd mumbled something to the effect of "I love you". Ephram had turned then, moving languidly to rest his head on the pillow facing Bright, he had smiled softly, brushed the back of his hand across Bright's cheek, then murmured "ditto" and fallen asleep. A slight frown marred Bright's brow as he stared at Ephram's sleeping form. He absently rubbed his hand over his heart, realizing nervously that he really did love Ephram and about the problems that could and would cause. With a tortured sigh, Bright settled further under the covers, forcing his mind to go blank, and fell asleep.
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He woke in the morning to the sound of the shower running. Still disoriented, Bright mumbled into the pillow,
"Dammit." Grinding his palms into his eyes, Bright flipped over and sat up slowly. He opened one eye cautiously. It was still dark outside, he observed from the window above the bed. He turned around to throw the covers off, but wait---he didn't have a window above his bed. Frowning, Bright tried to get out of the bed, but the blankets were still tangled around his legs and, caught, he tumbled headfirst onto the carpet. Ruefully rubbing his head, Bright pushed himself to a sitting position and looked up to see a very amused, very naked Ephram standing in the doorway of the bathroom. Suddenly, along with a rush of heat to his face, it all came back to him. Smiling tentatively at Ephram, who was now wrapping a towel around his waist and walking over to Bright, he tried to stand up. Ephram reached him before he succeeded and offered him a hand. Grabbing the outstretched hand gratefully, Bright was pulled to his feet. Ephram looked Bright over, looking a little worried,
"You okay, man? I heard a thump and came out to see what happened."
Bright nodded, half smiling, but rubbed his head some more. It didn't feel good to fall on your head, he discovered. Bright sighed, massaging the bridge of his nose with thumb and forefinger.
"Can I use the shower?"
Ephram grinned,
"Sure, go ahead."
Bright smiled thankfully, then turned to walk to the bathroom. Halfway there, he paused, turned around, and walked back over to a confused Ephram. Without a word, Bright hauled Ephram up against him, running his hands down his back to cup his ass, and kissed him hard. By the time Ephram's brain registered the fact that Bright was kissing him and thought to kiss back, Bright was setting Ephram away from him and going back to the bathroom.
Frustrated, Ephram ran a trembling hand through his hair and watched Bright shut the door, then heard the shower turn on. He was just turning towards his closet, when he changed his mind, sauntering into the bathroom.
Bright squealed when he heard the door open, hurrying to cover his private areas that could be seen fuzzily through the frosted glass shower doors. Ephram laughed, calling out,
"Relax, it's me."
Bright sighed with relief and went back to washing his hair. Moments later, he squealed again when the shower door opened and Ephram stepped in. Bright frowned, trying to keep his gaze on Ephram's face when he said,
"You already showered."
Ephram grinned wickedly,
"I know, but what harm could two showers do, especially for a germophobe?"
Bright looked at Ephram skeptically.
"But Ephram, you're not a germophobe."
Ephram grinned widely, shrugging,
"And that's the beauty of it."
Still looking at Ephram as if he had sprouted another head, Bright closed his eyes, tilting his head back under the hot spray to rinse out the shampoo. He gasped when he felt slick arms go around his waist and a warm body press up against his. Ephram smiled, murmured,
"I love smelling my shampoo on you."
Bright opened his eyes and grinned back, wrapping his arms around Ephram in turn.
They stood there under the spray, grinning like fools, for a few more minutes before Bright had the sense to lean in and kiss Ephram softly. This time it took Ephram all of 3 seconds to respond.
~*~
Ephram missed the school bus and they both missed Homeroom.
But, hey, what was one late when you had a morning like they did?
~*~
TBC.
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