"I'll remind you of that in the mornin'," Oliver promised, hanging his head out of the open bathroom doorway before disappearing behind it. He did his business, brushed his teeth and washed his face, then shut off the light on his way out. He wasn't terribly surprised to see Edwin conked out under the covers, and smiled to himself as he quietly toed around the room to change into a clean pair of underwear and turn off the lights.
When he returned to the bed he simply stood beside it for a moment, watching Edwin as he slept. They'd had sex twice now, but somehow sleeping next to Edwin for a full night felt more intimate, even if nothing was going to happen. It was a step, and one he was happy and willing to make, but that short, familiar jolt of melancholy hit him as it had several times over the past week. It was another thing Jason would no longer be the last of, and despite the twinge, it seemed okay.
He disturbed the bed as little as possible when he finally climbed in, sliding up against the source of warmth as he pulled the blankets up and around them. Under the smell of rum and toothpaste, Edwin's scent was familiar and welcoming, and the sound of his even breathing threatened to lull. Oliver shifted onto his side, carefully slipping an arm under Edwin's head, and his other across the man's waist as he yawned quietly, figuring he wouldn't be too far behind.