Grant woke up leaning back on something alive and breathing. For once when he woke, he didn't feel the need to get up and patrol the area or contact Shield. He was reclined against Caleb's chest as it rose and fell. The blonde had stretched out the whole length of the couch and twisted Grant to be settled on top of him in a hug like embrace. Their legs were all twisted up and it was really warm. Grant's lids sagged and he yawned. He could lay here for a while longer, maybe forever.
"Mmm." The blonde murmured in his sleep at Grant's movement.
He had his face pressed into the agent's hair and Grant had to admit it kind of tickled. Hot air skimmed his neck. It was nice and comfy. Grant glanced lazily at the ceiling then to the wall and to the table where Caleb's laptop rested drowsily. The earpiece was all quiet and turned off. His glasses had been turned a different direction. Caleb must have realized they a sort of video feed on them. He was glad. No one was watching. The blonde shifted again and came to from his slumber.
"Hey." Grant said tilting his head way back.
Caleb nudged the side of his head. "How long have you been up?" He asked semi-awake and enjoying the closeness.
Grant pressed back against him. "Not long."
He huffed a laugh. "I really do love you and would gladly spend the rest of my days right here but I need to use the bathroom."
Grant looked back and then broke out laughing. He rolled off the larger guy.
"Thank you." Caleb said as he disappeared with a grin.
Grant followed him and waited his turn. Caleb came out and they traded places. Grant cocked his head when Caleb returned to the restroom after him. The blonde pulled down a med kit from a high shelf.
"Oh my gosh your side." Grant's eyes bugged out in sudden recollection as they returned to the front of the apartment.
Caleb sat down at the kitchen table removing his shirt. "Would you believe me if I told you this was nothing?"
Grant just sat down silently and watched as the male stitched himself up. He was rather adept at it, even at such a bad angle.
"Shouldn't you wrap that?" He asked when the larger man started putting things away.
Caleb paused. "Should I?"
Grant nodded. "Antiseptics never hurt either. Here, I'll help. That's kind of an awkward place."
Caleb smiled handing him the tube and the roll. "That it is. This is probably the worst stitching job I have ever done on a human being."
Grant ran a finger over it lightly. "Doesn't look bad to me. Can you put your arm on the table?"
He pivoted the limb so it was out of the agent's way. Grant greases the area generously with the tube of yellow-clear gel. He pressed the offered gauze pad to the wound and held it still as he wrapped the whole midsection of the other man.
Caleb watched him. "Quite good at this." He remarked.
Grant smirked changing his accent to a poor imitation of a southern accent. "This ain't mah first rodeo."
Caleb laughed slipping his shirt back on and pulling on a sweatshirt. He hugged Grant to him and the dark haired male responded in kind. The blonde kissed his shoulder lightly and rubbed his back. They finally pulled away after an eternity had passed.
"You know what." The taller man said suddenly. "We're going out to breakfast."
Grant chuckled in surprise. "Sounds good."
Caleb picked up his hand and hauled Grant into the bedroom. He lent him some clothes.
"We can stop by your apartment on the way out of town." Caleb answered when Grant voiced his hesitation about being around anyone in oversized clothes. "Besides." He whispered low in Grant's ear. "I don't want anyone else to get to see this." He traced the visible line of skin between the shirt and pants.
Grant flushed hotly and murmured something under his breath that Caleb found amusing. They got down to Caleb's car and slid into the front seats. Grant glanced cautiously behind him like he always did. Caleb looked back with him curiously.
"What are we looking for?" He asked.
Grant shrugged. "Just a nervous tick I suppose." He had left the earpiece on the table. Coulson was going to be ticked but ah well.
"Hey if it keeps you alive, all the better." Caleb said simply accepting the somewhat predictable habit.
Grant raised his eyebrows. Usually people told him to cool it, or relax, or just quit. His blonde was so much different. He smiled happily and looked out the window, sliding his hand into the larger offered one.