Jack laughed in a soft way when Andrew's lips parted in yawn after yawn. Oh yes, his boy was sleepy. Jack lowered him down so he was laying out on the bed, and sprawled himself next to him, keeping arms around him.
"Sleep, Little Spoon," he murmured, kissing his hair, which was soft and smelled like Andy, and whatever shampoo he used - they both used, really, since it was the one in the shower. He nuzzled and closed his eyes and found himself drifting as well. He hadn't really slept the night before either.