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Casey surfaces from the rare calm darkness to rustling.
Disgruntled, he turns to bury his face in Colt’s shoulder. Casey snuggles in deeper, breathing in Colt’s scent and reveling in Colt’s natural warmth. It’s one of Casey’s favorite things about sharing a bed with Colt that makes all the kicking in his sleep worth it. Casey always runs cold, especially when sleeping. When he lived alone, he’d had a giant comforter, even in the mild LA winters. It was the one thing he indulged in.
With Colt, he doesn’t need it anymore. Even in sleep, Colt runs hot like a fireplace that’s been freshly tended to. Pressing his cheek against Colt’s shoulder is like pressing it against a towel taken right out of the dryer. Casey wonders if this is what plants feel like, when the sun rises to drizzle sunlight upon them.
Like this, granted permission to huddle next to his own hearth, he can sleep forever.
Just as he was about to doze off, the warmth next to him shifts again, dislodging him from his comfortable position. He keens softly to make his displeasure known. Colt turns to face him, moving Casey’s arm over his waist then wrapping his own arm around Casey. A big hand tucks Casey’s head into Colt’s chest. Colt presses his face into Casey’s hair.
“Go back to sleep,” Colt murmurs.
Appeased, Casey lets sleep seep into his mind once more.
Casey didn’t like to sleep before. Plagued by insomnia, his nights were filled with cold tossing and turning and venomous thoughts stinging his soul and heart. There was nothing he gained from sleeping. Sleep was an activity he engaged in only when his body left him no choice.
With Colt by his side, he has never had a night without sleep.
Not that he doesn’t have nightmares sometimes, but he’d always wake to sweet reassurances. Since he moved in with Colt, Casey has looked forward to curling up next to his safety blanket of a boyfriend and blissfully falling into calming rest every night.
He jolts awake to fingers tapping a rhythm on the pillow right next to his head. His hand grabs at the dancing fingers. Colt laces their fingers together and smiles into Casey’s hair. Finally, he stills and Casey drifts off once more.
Casey is about to sink into the arms of Hypnos when Colt’s arms jostle him to startling consciousness. Casey opens one eye to give Colt an annoyed look, only to be blinded by the sunlight peaking over the ledge of their bedroom window. He draws the comforter over his head, grumbling.
Colt chuckles, and gives the lump under the comforter an apologetic pet. “Sorry, babe. I’m too awake. You can sleep in some more.” He finishes extricating himself, heading off to get coffee brewing.
Casey lies there alone in the darkness.
It’s cold.
Casey sits up, begrudgingly wide-awake. He makes the bed, just the way Colt likes it, with the comforter edges tucked in only on the foot of the bed so it's easy to climb back into.
He drifts out into the hall, toward the sun. Colt is drinking his coffee, admiring the view from their high-rise apartment. Casey drapes himself over Colt’s back. He buries his head into the nook between Colt’s shoulder and neck, and breathes in the scent of home.
“Aw, you don’t want to sleep some more?” His sunshine teases.
Casey tickles Colt for his audacity.
The sun is awake, so I’m awake.