Logan watched John untangle himself and go to the bathroom and piss, the
door open. He came back, and looked for a long time at the bed, sheets
pulled messy over the sleeping form there; the comforter tumbled off, a
corner hanging on, desperately attempting to join the major scenery.
Logan's knee spasmed- he wanted to rub it. But John would notice; that would bring about questions, realizations in blue gray eyes. John's hair fell into his eyes- 'I spilled chili powder on myself' red, with gold brown roots proving this was soft dissent.
John relaxed his shoulders, climbed into bed. He kissed eyebrows, put his arm under his lover's head, a better pillow than those fallen. Logan's spine sighed, as John traced creases in his lover's boxers, rested his head on his lover's chest.
Logan smiled.
And John slept, believing his lover always slept with his eyes at half- mast.
Logan's knee spasmed- he wanted to rub it. But John would notice; that would bring about questions, realizations in blue gray eyes. John's hair fell into his eyes- 'I spilled chili powder on myself' red, with gold brown roots proving this was soft dissent.
John relaxed his shoulders, climbed into bed. He kissed eyebrows, put his arm under his lover's head, a better pillow than those fallen. Logan's spine sighed, as John traced creases in his lover's boxers, rested his head on his lover's chest.
Logan smiled.
And John slept, believing his lover always slept with his eyes at half- mast.