Although he was transfixed by the pulsating bubbles of wax slipping and moving around and against each other, Eric wouldn't ever forget that Gabe was there with him. His arm was loose around his shoulders just in case there were bruises he couldn't see that he could inadvertently press against and cause Gabe pain, but his hand, on Gabe's upper arm, was there, fingertips drawing little circular patterns over bare skin.
Eventually, after some time had passed, Eric tore his eyes away and nuzzled against Gabe's shoulder, pressing a kiss there. "Bed now?" He asked, wanting more time with him now that he felt sleepy and heavy. He wanted to laze with Gabe, to kiss him, and, yes, do more, but, at the moment, he just wanted to be wrapped around him. "Can we put the lamp closer to the bed?"