Dreams

Gregory floated in the darkness like he always did when he was dreaming, if you could call it that; having no feeling of movement or direction that he faced, up or down, it was all same to him. He knew that he had been sleeping for at least couple of hours; the REM-state was coming to him. He felt a change in the temperature which was odd. He didn't see dreams often, even in REM-state. He could feel the warmth coming from behind him, but he didn't move and he just let the feeling come over him. Since he dreamed so little he appreciated when he had a chance discover new things about himself through dreams.

The warmth began to concentrate on his neck. He could feel that it was moist, like breath. It was like there was someone behind him. Then came the hands, or at least he believed that they were the hands of the dream-person behind him. The left one was placed on his shoulder and the right sled from beneath his arm. The palm pressed against his belly and made a slow circular movement. It felt so real to him that he was amazed. He had never had a dream like this, or not that he could remember. Something new and moist pressed against his neck. Something he would even call wet. It was warm and soft and it felt so real; so real that it could be actually there. Who was behind him? He tried to turn but the hands kept him in place. He didn't have the willpower to start battling against them. He'd just have to discover the identity by with his other senses. The person had rough hands, he smelled like cigarettes, therefore a smoker, and a high temperature. The only smoker close to him was Christophe, so most likely the dream-person behind him was him. But wasn't there a saying you can't smell in dreams so…

His hand jerked from under the pillow, the knife's tip pressed against the throat's soft flesh and a small drop of blood oozed out. Gregory's eyes opened just a fraction of a second after to stare into Christophe's eyes.

"That took you a while. You're becoming a bit rusty Gregory," Christophe whispered. Gregory let his hand drop and the knife he had been holding fell to the floor with a soft clank. He stared at the ceiling and tried to relax.

"I know, I just haven't had real action for a while so it has affected my skills. Also, I've not been able to sleep well for the last couple of weeks because of all the office work I've been doing. But for God's sake Christophe, you wouldn't have had to sneak up on me like that, you know?"

Christophe hummed and lowered his face, his lips touching the ear when whispered to Gregory:

"Yes, I know, but I wanted to know how you would react in your sleep if I touched you like that."

Christophe bounced off Gregory's bed and exited the bedroom. Gregory tried to understand what he meant and then it struck to him.

Touch you like that. Touch you… Touch you...

Just two minutes ago, Christophe had been touching him. In a very friendly manner. No, not in friendly, but in a romantic way. Gregory bolted up and ran after him.

"Why? Why would you want to know how I reacted?" he asked.

"I wondered if you'd like it, and it seems like you had a very satisfied expression on your face," he answered and leaned against the hallway's wall.

"Wuh… Why did you think I'd like that? Also, I didn't have a satisfied expression, if I may point out," Gregory denied.

"Well… Maybe it's partly because I hoped you'd and you did have a happy expression when I rubbed your tummy, I saw it myself. Don't try to deny what I saw."

Gregory blinked few times before he opened his mouth again.

"Is that some kind of a love confession? And fine, maybe I did like it but just a bit."

"Call it whatever you want; I'm just stating that I'm attracted to you and wanted to know if you were against it on an unconscious level."

"Christophe, we've been working together for years and then you bring up something like this… Shouldn't we talk about this more?"

"No, I've merely told you I like you."

"But don't want some kind of an answer?"

"I didn't ask a question."

"I think that admitting to like me, is a question of if I have similar feelings towards you."

Christophe stood silent and stared at the floor. The hallway filled with silence and Gregory shifted from his foot to other.

"…Well do you?"

"I can't say that I have a crush on you but I think that we could at least try to find out if I feel attracted to you in some level."

Christophe raised his gaze back to Gregory's face and nodded as approval.

"Can I kiss you?"

"I… I… Can we first start from hugs and such?"

Christophe mumbled something he couldn't hear and took a slow step forward. Gregory raised his hands to play with the hem of Christophe's shirt, thing was dirty as ever. He saw as Christophe's chest rose when he inhaled deeply. The hands found their place from his waist, they were so warm. Gregory let his eyes wander to the shoulder and pressed head against it. Christophe's hands tightened around him and made his body press against Christophe's own. The warmth and pressure against his waistline made him feel the sleepiness coming back. His head swayed slightly and eyes fluttered shut. Christophe seemed to notice it, and thank Lord he didn't make either of them feel like a complete idiot by carrying him to bed by bridal style, but lead him to his bedroom. He tucked him in and lay next to him circling his hand over Gregory's stomach. He shut the alarm off so Gregory wouldn't get his dreaming interrupted twice the same night.

AN: Drabbles indeed. 1012 words still count as a drabble right? :D After three hours that I should have spent studying on my Swedish exam, three different words for a stomach of which none of them pleases me, and same feeling of sleepiness I present you my first romantic Grestophe-drabble! Applause! Yes, yes thank you. Now then, if you do not mind, I shall again consume into the wonders of studying in the corner of my bed and not write anything for a while. Again :D

I love you guys! Spontaneous love confession…