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muserevival2016-01-04 12:28 am
pirouetteinrhythm) wrote in muserevival2016-01-04 12:28 am
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112.7. misc
"Don't look back, you're not going that way."
If there was one thing in this world Cheyne hated, it was forgetting to turn his alarm off on a day off. He wanted to sleep in on his day off, not hear the ring tone of his alarm that had him even cringing when he heard someone else's phone have it as a ringtone. With a groan, and some extensive cursing in French, he reached over blindly to swipe the alarm off. Even then, it took a couple of attempts because he didn't want to open his eyes, and ended up knocking the phone on the floor. Thankfully, the fucker was off.
Beside him, there was another groan and the pile of covers moved. "Je suis désolé," Cheyne apologised softly, leaning over to press a kiss to the bare shoulder resting against his arm. "Rendors-toi..." It was awhile since he had shared his bed with someone he could converse with in his native tongue, and he had to admit it had been really hot and some exceptional stress relief. Not to mention the Italian dirty talk. That was a first.
"I should go. Don't want to outstay my welcome," Nick said with a sleepy smirk as he just pushed the covers down so he could see Cheyne's face. Despite the protest, his eyes were closing again and beneath the covers, his hand was brushing over Cheyne's hip. The bed was so fucking comfortable, it should be illegal.
"Do you have to go for your insulin?" Cheyne asked, snaking his arm around Nick's waist and kissing down from his shoulder to his chest.
This was what happened when you held yourself off from sex for awhile. It was hard to say no to making the most of breaking the drought. Nick hummed, wetting his lips. "Hm, no. I have it with me," he admitted. He took his insulin travel kit with him wherever he went. "That's what I was stashing in your fridge last night. I promise I wasn't scoping out your dietry choices. Okay, you need to stop whatever you're doing down there with your thumb, or I'm going to marry you and never fucking leave," he joked with a laugh.
Cheyne gave him a wicked grin. "I had to play dirty or you were going to escape. Stay..." he urged and then breached the gap between them to kiss Nick softly on the lips. "I think we were both needing a bit of fun anyway. Do you have anywhere pressing you need to be on a Sunday morning?"
"Is there some sort of Joffrey rule against fucking a student's brother?" Nick teased, laughing.
"He's not a student yet. No papers have been signed. Still, pretty sure it only extends to the actual students. I like them a little more mature and built," was Cheyne's response. "What do I have to do to convince you to just give it a couple more hours? This is way too early for my day off."
Nick snorted and laughed out loud when he felt Cheyne tickle him under the covers. "Fuck, okay! Nothing. You had me at that thumb thing. More sleep, though. It's been a shit week, I want to forget the world a bit longer and stop moping," he admitted and rolled over onto his side, burrowing back under the covers. "Make sure that fucking alarm is off, or I'll stick that thumb of yours where the sun don't shine."
Cheyne was smirking as he fished his phone off the carpet and checked the alarm for the day was off and deleted. He snuggled back under the covers with Nick, spooning up behind him and pulling the quilt right up around him. "Thanks for the fun," he murmured and kissed the back of Nick's neck. There was no answer, though. Nick had gone back to sleep and Cheyne was more than content to follow his lead. It was, after all, fucking Sunday morning and his day off.
~ Cheyne Rousseau + Original Character
If there was one thing in this world Cheyne hated, it was forgetting to turn his alarm off on a day off. He wanted to sleep in on his day off, not hear the ring tone of his alarm that had him even cringing when he heard someone else's phone have it as a ringtone. With a groan, and some extensive cursing in French, he reached over blindly to swipe the alarm off. Even then, it took a couple of attempts because he didn't want to open his eyes, and ended up knocking the phone on the floor. Thankfully, the fucker was off.
Beside him, there was another groan and the pile of covers moved. "Je suis désolé," Cheyne apologised softly, leaning over to press a kiss to the bare shoulder resting against his arm. "Rendors-toi..." It was awhile since he had shared his bed with someone he could converse with in his native tongue, and he had to admit it had been really hot and some exceptional stress relief. Not to mention the Italian dirty talk. That was a first.
"I should go. Don't want to outstay my welcome," Nick said with a sleepy smirk as he just pushed the covers down so he could see Cheyne's face. Despite the protest, his eyes were closing again and beneath the covers, his hand was brushing over Cheyne's hip. The bed was so fucking comfortable, it should be illegal.
"Do you have to go for your insulin?" Cheyne asked, snaking his arm around Nick's waist and kissing down from his shoulder to his chest.
This was what happened when you held yourself off from sex for awhile. It was hard to say no to making the most of breaking the drought. Nick hummed, wetting his lips. "Hm, no. I have it with me," he admitted. He took his insulin travel kit with him wherever he went. "That's what I was stashing in your fridge last night. I promise I wasn't scoping out your dietry choices. Okay, you need to stop whatever you're doing down there with your thumb, or I'm going to marry you and never fucking leave," he joked with a laugh.
Cheyne gave him a wicked grin. "I had to play dirty or you were going to escape. Stay..." he urged and then breached the gap between them to kiss Nick softly on the lips. "I think we were both needing a bit of fun anyway. Do you have anywhere pressing you need to be on a Sunday morning?"
"Is there some sort of Joffrey rule against fucking a student's brother?" Nick teased, laughing.
"He's not a student yet. No papers have been signed. Still, pretty sure it only extends to the actual students. I like them a little more mature and built," was Cheyne's response. "What do I have to do to convince you to just give it a couple more hours? This is way too early for my day off."
Nick snorted and laughed out loud when he felt Cheyne tickle him under the covers. "Fuck, okay! Nothing. You had me at that thumb thing. More sleep, though. It's been a shit week, I want to forget the world a bit longer and stop moping," he admitted and rolled over onto his side, burrowing back under the covers. "Make sure that fucking alarm is off, or I'll stick that thumb of yours where the sun don't shine."
Cheyne was smirking as he fished his phone off the carpet and checked the alarm for the day was off and deleted. He snuggled back under the covers with Nick, spooning up behind him and pulling the quilt right up around him. "Thanks for the fun," he murmured and kissed the back of Nick's neck. There was no answer, though. Nick had gone back to sleep and Cheyne was more than content to follow his lead. It was, after all, fucking Sunday morning and his day off.
~ Cheyne Rousseau + Original Character