Travel sucked this week. Orange Cassidy sighs, relieved to be back home finally. He scrubs a hand through his hair, down his face, dropping his backpack down next to the couch and slumps down, dropping his head back. He gives himself a few minutes to just breathe before leaning over to dig through the things he'd thrown in there, pulling a few things out before he finds what he was looking for.
The apartment is quiet, growing steadily darker thanks to the fading light outside, but he doesn't think much of it, Hook is probably off in one of the back rooms, listening to music or watching a video on earphones, or- ... or he could be fast asleep, tucked under a blanket on Orange's bed, arm looped around a pillow. Orange blinks and stares at him from the doorway, lips twitching up into a small smile.
"Huh," he mumbles, gingerly walking into the room. He's careful, slow, relieved not to wake Hook up as he approaches. Hovers only long enough to watch him sleep before settling something down on the pillow next to him, fighting the urge to brush the hair out of his eyes, to just touch him after a few days apart, one of those weird weeks when Hook's on Collision and Orange is on Dynamite and they don't get to see each other a lot because of it.
Exhaling, he turns back around and heads back out to the living room to watch TV at the lowest volume possible, relieved to sink down into the familiarity of home after being away for so long.
-x
Hook stirs slowly, hugs the pillow tighter, then frowns when a strange crinkling noise greets him. He huffs and forces his eyes open, trying to remember where he is, what's happening.
The room is dim, only a faint light coming from the window across from him and he yawns, scrubbing at his eyes as he registers, finally, that he's at Orange's, in bed, and... He squints at the clock, surprised to find how long his impromptu nap had lasted. "Damn," he mumbles. Could've slept through the whole night at that rate, but something had woke him up. Then he remembers the weird noise and begins patting around the pillow again, finally hearing the noise again, Holding onto the offending item with one hand, he reaches over to turn the lamp on with the other.
He groans and squints as his eyes protest the sudden glow, staring down at the thing he'd been laying partially on. "Oh," he says with a huff, lips twitching up at the sticker. "Like there was any doubt," he mumbles, slowly easing out of bed and tugging the blanket more securely around him. He fumbles around a drawer before tugging something free from between a couple of his hoodies, padding to the door on thick socks, not surprised to see the living room TV lightly flickering against the hallway walls.
Following it, he muffles a yawn against his sleeve and blinks sluggishly as he finally catches sight of Orange slumped on the couch, staring at the TV with a blank look on his face. This shifts, however, when he notices Hook, a small smile crossing his lips. "Hey."
"Hey," Hook says, slumping down onto the couch as Orange holds an arm out to him. He hums, tucking in close and pressing his face against Orange's shoulder. "Sucky travel?"
"You don't know the half of it," Orange sighs, pressing his lips to Hook's forehead. "Glad to see you though."
Hook nods. "Missed you," he says sleepily, and Orange's smile grows. "Saw that sticker on the pillow," he says, taking care not to mention how wrinkled it had ended by the time he realized what exactly it was. "I thought it was a given, us for Valentine's Day."
"Mostly," Orange says. "Thought we'd make it official though."
"If you're sure," Hook says, holding something out to Orange.
Orange takes it and stares at it in the faint light from the TV, laughing a little at Hook's own Valentine's Day sticker. "Thank you, I'll cherish it forever."
"Same," Hook mumbles.
"You laid on it, didn't you?" Orange says, once more staring at the TV while he holds onto Hook.
"Seriously, who puts something like that on a pillow while someone's asleep?" Hook grumbles, making Orange laugh.
"I'll get you another one," he promises.
"Absolutely not," Hook huffs, squinting up at Orange, a scandalized look on his face. "That one's mine now. You're not replacing it."
"Ok, fine," Orange says, smoothing his fingers through Hook's hair. "Who knew you'd get so sentimental over a beat up sticker?"
Hook huffs, shaking his blanket out over the both of them, pressing closer to Orange. "Yeah, whatever. What are you watching?"
"I honestly have no clue," Orange says. "It's just noise at this point."
"Hm." Hook sighs. "Wanna go to bed?"
"God, yes," Orange mumbles, relieved when Hook gets back to his feet and pulls Orange up as well. The two of them shuffle back to the bedroom and Orange hesitates before dropping down onto the mattress, pulling Hook closer. "I'm looking forward to our first Valentine's Day together," he says, each breath tickling Hook's face as their foreheads rest close to each other.
"So am I," Hook murmurs, smiling at him. He leans in and kisses Orange, slow and warm, but it only lasts a short while before they both pull away and settle against their pillows, Orange wrapping an arm around Hook. "Sleep," he mumbles.
"Yes," Orange agrees, already drifting.
In the morning, they'll wake up and resume the cluttered intimacy that is inevitably how a life two wrestlers are trying to build together tends to be, but for now, it's nice to be side by side in bed, cuddled up close under blankets and dreaming about how they'll spend Valentine's Day together.