kissing bruises
The whole left side of Adam's body hurts.
He's generally ache-y after a competition, but right now he actually hurts and he has stupid Patrick Chan and his inability to go for jumps at the right time to blame. He'd landed face first on the ice and then gone on to compete and now he's barely standing at the banquet, a soda water in his hand.
Jeff walks up beside him, shoulders brushing and leans down.
"Come to my room, I have something for your eye."
Adam nods, eyes closing at the feel of Jeff's breath on his neck, tickling.
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He knocks twice on Jeff's door and his hand is poised for the third when it opens, Jeff standing there smiling brightly wearing a fresh pair of pajamas.
"I didn't realize this was a sleepover," Adam says as he enters, looking around the room.
"Do we have anything else?" Jeff laughs, a gorgeous sound that fills the room and makes Adam so comfortable he nearly falls over.
He feels Jeff's hands on his upper arms, guiding him to the bed. His fingers push the jacket off his shoulders and take off his constricting jeans until Adam is just in his undershirt and boxers, too tired to care. They lay on the bed together, Jeff's thumb running over his eyebrow.
"That ice got you good, didn't it?" he murmurs, touching the corner of the bruised eye, and Adam is unable to hold in his sound of pain.
"Sorry," Jeff whispers, leaning forward to kiss his forehead.
"I'm so sorry," he mumbles against the skin, kissing again, and then his nose, his cheek, his jaw, and finally coming up slowly to press a gentle kiss to his eye, hand cradling the back of his head. Adam breathes out, relaxed, and follows Jeff onto the bed, nestling comfortably against him, and for the first time in too long, they both fall asleep peacefully.