Trying to catch his breath, Ivan rolled off of Alfred, settling beside him and tugging him close.
“Mm, stay there...” Alfred murmured. “I like you on me.”
Ivan gave a tired smile. “It's very nice for sex. Not so much for sleep. You would wake up squished.”
“That's okay. It would be happy squished.”
“I see. And I still think I should take the couch and you should go to your own bed...”
“Naaah, Mattie's staying the night elsewhere. If he didn't want me borrowing his bed when he's away, he wouldn't have gotten a bigger bed than me in the first place.”
“We will have to do his laundry for him...”
Alfred glanced down at what they had done to his brother's sheets. “Yeah.”
“And you need to get a bigger bed.”
“No point. I'm not gonna live here forever...” Alfred's sex-happy face grew melancholy. “I've never not lived with him.”
Ivan kissed him. “But he will always be there, even if not in your house.”
“I know.” Alfred burrowed close, tucking his head under Ivan's chin. “Let's stay like this.”
Ivan wrapped an arm around him. “I'd like that.”
“I love you, Vanya.”
Ivan stroked a hand through Alfred's damp hair, wondering what good in his life he had done to deserve this. “I love you, too.”
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Alfred sang quietly to himself as he wiped down the bar. He didn't know many of the lyrics, and substituted most of the words with humming and 'doo doo'ing. It was hard to not be in a good mood. Tomorrow, after all, was their birthday. They had a big day full of fun and treats and friends planned. And then Ivan had a big night planned, though he had kept those plans to himself. Alfred was looking forward to finding out what they were.
The door swung open, admitting a pair of men. Alfred glanced up at them with a smile. “Sorry guys, closing time.” They just looked at him, almost curious. They appeared to be brothers, with auburn hair and nice suits. One had a bit of a squint, it was kind of cute. “But hey, I think I can whip up two more drinks. Go ahead and come on in.”
“Thank you,” the darker haired of the two said. Smiling, the brothers let the door shut and approached the bar.
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“Not when he's around, anyway.”
Alfred laughed helplessly. “Oh dear.”
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Trying to catch his breath, Ivan rolled off of Alfred, settling beside him and tugging him close.
“Mm, stay there...” Alfred murmured. “I like you on me.”
Ivan gave a tired smile. “It's very nice for sex. Not so much for sleep. You would wake up squished.”
“That's okay. It would be happy squished.”
“I see. And I still think I should take the couch and you should go to your own bed...”
“Naaah, Mattie's staying the night elsewhere. If he didn't want me borrowing his bed when he's away, he wouldn't have gotten a bigger bed than me in the first place.”
“We will have to do his laundry for him...”
Alfred glanced down at what they had done to his brother's sheets. “Yeah.”
“And you need to get a bigger bed.”
“No point. I'm not gonna live here forever...” Alfred's sex-happy face grew melancholy. “I've never not lived with him.”
Ivan kissed him. “But he will always be there, even if not in your house.”
“I know.” Alfred burrowed close, tucking his head under Ivan's chin. “Let's stay like this.”
Ivan wrapped an arm around him. “I'd like that.”
“I love you, Vanya.”
Ivan stroked a hand through Alfred's damp hair, wondering what good in his life he had done to deserve this. “I love you, too.”
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Alfred sang quietly to himself as he wiped down the bar. He didn't know many of the lyrics, and substituted most of the words with humming and 'doo doo'ing. It was hard to not be in a good mood. Tomorrow, after all, was their birthday. They had a big day full of fun and treats and friends planned. And then Ivan had a big night planned, though he had kept those plans to himself. Alfred was looking forward to finding out what they were.
The door swung open, admitting a pair of men. Alfred glanced up at them with a smile. “Sorry guys, closing time.” They just looked at him, almost curious. They appeared to be brothers, with auburn hair and nice suits. One had a bit of a squint, it was kind of cute. “But hey, I think I can whip up two more drinks. Go ahead and come on in.”
“Thank you,” the darker haired of the two said. Smiling, the brothers let the door shut and approached the bar.