Mordred (mordred) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2008-09-07 23:55:00 |
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Some while later, in the sudden quiet, Mordred rolled back against the pillow, still a little breathless. "Oh, man." His hand slid into Alex's, as if by accident, and pressed it.
"Hey." Alex turned onto his side and smiled, snugging his arm over Mordred's waist.
"Hey yourself," smiling back hazily.
"That was amazing." He let his eyes close again.
Mordred laughed, sounding bemused. "Years of practice, right?"
Sleepily, "That it?"
"I don't know, maybe you're just gifted. Rest of us have to work at it." A kiss brushed his shoulder.
"Mmmm." Suddenly he sat up, bracing himself on his hands. "Oh, fuck. Fuck. Hang on--"
"What? --okay--"
"Sorry-- my fault--" He wiped his hands over his eyes to wake himself up better, and slipped over to the chair where he'd tossed his backpack, a little clumsily. In the side pocket was a bottle of orange-banded capsules.
Mordred propped himself on one arm, watching him. "You okay?"
Alex turned and smiled again, reaching for the bottle of slightly flat Coke. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine."
"Okay." Mordred sank back again, reassured if not wholly convinced.
He took the pill and rubbed his hands over his face again, a little harder. Dammit. "There, no problem," returning to the bed and sliding back under the covers.
"You sure?" slipping an arm around him again.
"Yeah." A tiny smile. "Just didn't want to miss a dose."
Mordred said nothing to that, only settled close again. Slowly, Alex relaxed, and tucked himself equally close. "Thanks," whispered.
"Hey. Not a problem." Whatever it was. But Mordred had his own secrets; had been grateful, in his time, for lovers who asked no questions. He kissed Alex's shoulder, quiet.
Which only let Alex relax further, and he leaned a little, gratefully; his ubiquitous smile returned. "I'm tired. Sleep with me."
"I can do that." If Gaheris really needed anything, he'd find a way to call. Right? Right.
"Good," fondly.