The night air is cool as he steps onto the balcony of their hotel room. He sits up on the stone of the railing and looks down at the people below. There are only two: the bellboy, sent out to watch for late night visitors, and a young woman waiting for a cab to pass. By the look of her, she is a hooker, picked up by some old rich guy looking for a good time. He'd bet she's annoyed—it had happened to him plenty of times—but the man probably paid well, so she isn't fuming.
Slowly, carefully, he lies down on the rail and looks up. The stone is cold on his bare skin, but it's worth it. He doesn't get to really look at the sky all too often.
The sound of rustling comes from the bedroom, and then the soft padding of the footsteps coming near. He doesn't look up.
"What's wrong?" the voice is unusually soft, a rare moment of catching it still sleepy.
A shrug of the shoulders, pale skin bluish in the dark.
"Couldn't sleep," he says.
The shape in the dark moves to lean on the stone by his feet.
"Any particular reason?"
"Nuh-uh." He pauses, and then says, "We spent all that time in the old apartment…I'm not used to moving around anymore."
"Ah."
He looks up, finally. His lover isn't wearing glasses at the moment, and is wearing a dark robe. Having black hair and not nearly so fair skin, the man gives the illusion of melting into the night. It's strangely appropriate.
"It could be worse, though," he adds. "I could be alone."
His lover turns to look at him suddenly, studying him for a moment.
"I…" He pauses.
"…Need me," the dark haired man answers.
"Yes," he sighs. He's lost his nerve again. Maybe next time.
He sits up on the rail and the dark haired man comes up in front of him, touches his hand, runs strong fingers through bright hair.
"Come back to bed."
He jumps down and follows. Maybe next time.
Notes: About time I put this shit up. I wrote this a LONG time ago. Last school year. At first it was like...you can decide who I'm talking about, but I gave it away, anyway. Yay for my hardcore Brad/Schuldig shippiness. A bit of shame how long it's been since I've had a little WK.