Work Text:
Noah rolled over when he heard Jolly sigh for what was probably the 30th time in the last hour.
"Can't sleep?" He asked.
He heard a rustling that indicated a head shake in the dark room.
"What's going on?"
Jolly sighed, "I don't know. Just having one of those nights I guess. Can't get my brain to shut off."
Noah nodded even though he knew he couldn't see it; he had had plenty of those nights himself, especially while they had been on tour like they were now. Having the hotel room instead of the bus was great but it was still an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar area.
"Want me to sing to you?" Noah offered.
Jolly chuckled, "I don't need a lullaby."
"Fuck you-" he laughed.
"You already did," Jolly interrupted.
"I meant some of our songs," Noah continued after lightly shoving his arm, "maybe if you hear them it'll help focus your mind."
"I think hearing our songs would actually make it worse right now," Jolly admitted, "maybe someone else?"
"Ok," Noah said, "any requests?"
Jolly shook his head again in the darkness, close enough he felt his hair move, "your choice."
Noah thought for a few moments, then he cleared his throat before softly singing.
"Sweet wonderful you
You make me happy with the things you do
Oh, can it be so
This feeling follows me wherever I go"
Jolly laughed a little, but his constant tossing and turning seemed to settle as he listened.
"I never did believe in miracles
But I've a feeling it's time to try
I never did believe in the ways of magic
But I'm beginning to wonder why"
Noah listened carefully as he repeated the verse, Jolly's breathing more calm and even than it had been.
"Don't, don't break the spell
It would be different and you know it will
You, you make loving fun
And I don't have to tell you but you're the only one"
He did his best to see the other man in the darkness, barely making out his outline next to him on the bed before scooting closer to wrap his arms around him and whispering the last of the lyrics.
"You, you make loving fun
It's all I want to do
You, you make loving fun
It's all I want to do
You, you make loving fun
It's all I want to do
You, you make loving fun
It's all I want to do"
By the time he had finished repeating the lyrics Jolly was breathing deeply, finally asleep.
Noah smiled and closed his eyes.