Here is the fourth chapter of a fanfic developed by me and a friend of mine.
Pairing: Khashoggi/Galileo
Rating: N/17 for certain chapters.
Characters: All of the characters from the musical and a few OCs.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story (if I did then all the pairings in my fanfic would true) apart from my OCs.
Author's Note: The story starts during the interrogation scene between Galileo and Khashoggi that took place in the actual musical. I hope everyone likes this story!
Khashoggi finally let go of his hold on the young dreamer's hand, whilst making his way out of the bedroom and into the bathroom. Galileo stood awkwardly in the doorway, contemplating on what to do next. After what seemed like hours, but in truth were only a few minutes, Khashoggi walked out of the bathroom in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants. The older man noticed that Galileo was still standing in the doorway, so he quietly walked behind the younger male and whispered into his left ear.
"The bathroom's free." Galileo was jolted out of his reverie as Khashoggi stepped around him, walking towards his cupboard. Recovering from the shock, Galileo noticed how Khashoggi was wearing something as casual as sweatpants. The red scratch marks had faded slightly on the older man's back.
"I always thought you wore silk pyjamas to b…" Galileo realised he was speaking out loud.
Khashoggi looked over his shoulder towards the dark-haired teen and shrugged, "I like to be comfortable whilst sleeping. Are you going to just stand there and sleep against the door frame?"
"Oh…" Galileo scratched the back of his neck, not knowing what to say or do.
Khashoggi walked closer to Galileo and handed him a pair of black sweatpants. "These might be a little big on you, but I don't have anything else." Khashoggi grabbed the boy's hand and led him towards the bed. He let go of Galileo, walked around to the other side of the bed, slipped underneath the duvet and closed his eyes whilst facing the window. "Turn off the lights."
Galileo stood beside the bed, waiting for Khashoggi to be fully asleep. He walked towards the full-length window and closed the curtains. Galileo turned around and noticed how Khashoggi looked completely calm and dare he say it, happy in his sleep. The young dreamer slowly made his way towards the light switch and turned it off, leaving himself in complete darkness. He swiftly changed into the black sweatpants that were still in his left hand and cautiously slip underneath the duvet next to Khashoggi whilst maintaining a safe distance at all costs. For a while, Galileo just stared at the older man's back until he finally decided to turn around and get some much-needed sleep.
Khashoggi awoke to darkness. He realised that the space next to him was empty, a cold vacuum where Galileo had been the night before. He turned around to check the time on his alarm clock and became aware of the fact that it was exactly half past six in the morning. Khashoggi slowly rose up into a sitting position and noticed a dim light shining up from the floor by his feet. He quietly swiveled around onto his stomach and looked down. Much to Khashoggi's surprise, Galileo was sitting cross-legged on the floor, in the middle of his Flokati duck egg blue rug, with his laptop propped open on his lap. The older man was definitely not expecting to see this. The young dreamer's dark hair was completely disheveled because he kept running his fingers through it whilst intently looking at his laptop screen. Khashoggi cautiously slid behind Galileo, placed his legs on either side of the dark haired teen and lightly rested his chin on the boy's shoulder.
"Hey" Khashoggi whispered as quietly as possible.
"Oh!" Galileo jumped at the sudden noise that disrupted the silence. "H-Hi…" The close proximity between him and Khashoggi was making his heart race.
"I didn't see you in bed, so I thought you had left…" Khashoggi wrapped his arms around Galileo's waist and leaned in closer, so they were pressed front to back.
"Um…" Galileo's breathing was getting shallower by the second at the drastic change in Khashoggi's behaviour.
"I see you're wearing my t-shirt…" The older man smiled fondly noticing his black t-shirt.
"I… u-um… I-I w-was j-just b-borrowing it. I-I'll p-put it b-back a-aft…" Galileo was scared that Khashoggi would not like him anymore. Did Khashoggi even like him or not?
"Keep it. Anyway, I prefer wearing the colour grey and black really suits you. I'm serious Galileo, keep it." Khashoggi gently squeezed Galileo for reassurance. "So… What are you reading?" The older man leaned his head forward to look at the laptop screen.
The dark haired dreamer considered closing the laptop and getting out of the rather intimate yet comfortable position. "N-Nothing. J-Just s-some w-words…"
Before Galileo could get up, Khashoggi started to run his fingers through his dark hair, whilst keeping his left arm wrapped around Galileo's waist. "I'm sure they're more than just words Galileo. Is it okay if I read it?"
Galileo didn't know why, but he slowly nodded. "S-Sure…"
"Thanks!" Khashoggi didn't think that Galileo would actually let him read. He scanned down the list of different words when he suddenly stopped, his grip on Galileo tightened; jealousy was pumping through his veins. "Do you really have a girl named Daisy who almost drives you crazy!?"
"W-What? N-No! T-the w-words j-just c-came into m-my h-head. I-I d-don't h-have a-anyone." Galileo was terrified by Khashoggi sudden change in mood.
Khashoggi loosened his grip, but still remained tense. "Are you hungry?"
Galileo cautiously nodded his head. "A l-little, y-yes."
"I'm going to quickly take a shower and then I'll make us both some breakfast. I'll be in the kitchen in 5 minutes." Khashoggi swiftly untangled his fingers from Galileo's hair, let go of his waist and headed towards the shower. He stopped with his left hand on the bathroom doorknob and smirked. "You know… If you want, we can take a shower together."
Galileo quickly closed his laptop and hurried down the corridor. "I-I'll w-wait f-for y-you in t-the k-kitchen!"
Khashoggi lightly chuckled at the blush on Galileo's face and walked into the bathroom for his quickest shower. Ever.