Idiosyncratic Routine – Part II

Long Night's Journey Into Day

Rubbing his eyes for the fortieth time that night Brian finally clicked "save" and shut his laptop off. Standing up he groaned as various parts of his body cracked from the lack of movement over the last few hours. Looking into the bedroom he was surprised to find it empty. Moving his eyes to the only other place he could possibly be, Brian sighed as he found what he was looking for.

Justin was sitting on a large, black floor pillow using the coffee table as a desk - or, at least he had been until he'd lowered his head onto the hard surface and fallen asleep. His head was cradled on his left arm while his right rested limply on the table with a pencil still gently enfolded in his fingers.

Brian kneeled at his side and softly moved a large strand of hair back behind his ear.

"Justin," he whispered.

The only response Brian got was a muffled groan as the teenager very slightly leaned into his touch.

"Justin," he repeated as gently as before. "you can't sleep here. Come on."

Brian tried to coax the younger man to his feet but was only met with sleepy resistance and more groans of protest.

Knowing his lover well enough to understand that trying to get a sleeping Justin to wake when he wasn't ready was an utter waste of energy, of which Brian had precious little left at this hour, he decided to take a more direct approach. Slipping one arm around his back and the other under his knees Brian pulled him against his body tightly before he rose lifting Justin up with him with a slight groan of effort.

Under his breath Brian could hear him mutter something to the effect of Justin not needing any help to walk but his words were cut short when his head came to rest against his lover's shoulder. Carefully, Brian made his way up the stairs and lowered him onto the mattress. As Justin immediately cuddled into the pillow, Brian moved to the end of the bed and pulled his shoes off. Throwing the sneakers down to the floor with a thud he moved up again and straddled Justin's legs as he pulled him over onto his back and worked at his belt.

"Youhavegottobefuckingkidding."

Brian laughed under his breath at the almost unintelligible comment as he pulled Justin's belt free and slid his pants down his legs. As he reached under his shirt to pull it over his head he felt Justin settle underneath him and once the shirt was as well discarded he felt his lips on his own. Brian sighed into the kiss but soon pulled back and smiled when he realized that for perhaps the first time in the entire span of their relationship they simply were too tired.

Rubbing their noses together briefly Brian moved away only to remove the sweatpants he was wearing and crawl under the comforter, pulling it over the body next to him as well. Justin was already deep into his sleep again and sliding up next to him, Brian rested an arm across his stomach, nuzzled into the side of his neck, and soon joined him in his state of peaceful unconscious.