book_bound (book_bound) wrote in wished, @ 2010-08-19 23:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | alfred cattermole, julien dorny |
WHO: Alfie & Julien
WHAT: A long and lazy weekend
WHERE: Their place
WHEN: Saturday morning
RATING/STATUS: TBD
Julien woke up before his alarm went off that morning, and in bed as well. Confused and disoriented, he looked around for the alarm clock to see just how many hours he's cheated himself out of, only to realise that he as far too comfortably curled up against his lover to move and that the reason his alarm clock hadn't gone off was because he'd turned it off - he was on holiday.
He couldn't help but feel that there was something he should be doing right then, something other than lying there with his cheek against his boyfriend's chest, his hand lying over Alfie's sternum like he was anchoring himself there. No, there wasn't anything else he should be doing but this; he still felt a little under the weather, his head heavy, his throat scratchy, but he'd had worse and he wasn't about to let a cold get in the way of him and his Alf.
He looked up to watch the boy sleep, wondering again how he'd managed to be so lucky. Alfie was beautiful; thick dark hair, playful, loving dark eyes that were closed in sleep right now, the lines of his face, the planse of his chest. Julien felt down them, stroking them with a gentleness he didn't show to anything else in the world. He turned his head a little to drop a slightly fevered kiss against Alfie's skin, trying not to disturb the boy but unable to stop himself.