Challenge table fic: Tangible, 29/30: Remember (R)
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29. Remember
Wyatt found a clean, loose nightshirt for Glitch while the advisor was sitting under the covers in bed, munching on his dinner. He wandered over to sit in front of Glitch.
Stuffing a piece of celery halfway into his mouth, Glitch raised his arms obediently for Cain to pull it over his head. Wyatt rolled his eyes but gave in easily to the good-natured teasing. “Don’t expect me to fuss over you once you get your strength back,” he grumbled.
“Oh, you know you love it,” Glitch waved a hand absentmindedly and finished his tea.
Cain ensnared the wayward hand and brought it into his lap. He waited until Glitch looked up to speak earnestly. “I love you.”
Jaw dropping open in disbelief, Glitch stared at him for an infinite moment. “Oh, Wyatt,” he whispered, tipping his head to the side. “Come here.” He scooted forward with the blankets bunched on his lap and reached for Cain.
“I love you too, so much,” Glitch confessed, folding his arms across the back of Cain’s shoulders. His cheek rubbed against the short-cropped hair and he closed his eyes at the soft feel of it. “And when I can remember what to do with all of your fun bits, you’ll be the first to know.”
Wyatt nearly fell off the bed, howling with appalled laughter.
When he recovered enough to speak he wiped his eyes and stood up. “What am I going to do with you, Sweetheart?”
“Sleep with me?” Glitch asked, offering a welcoming hand.
“I wasn’t planning to leave,” Cain smiled fondly and set about preparing for bed.
**
A strange, unfamiliar sound dragged Cain out of his sleep. Blinking up at the ceiling sleepily, he listened to see if it came again.
He heard it, an unmistakable sound that chilled him. Next to him Glitch shuddered violently, one arm wrapped around his head with long fingers tugging at the tab of his zipper, slowly unfastening it in his sleep.
Breaking out of his stupor, he reached up and stopped the movement of the hand. He leaned down and spoke sharply into Glitch’s ear. “Glitch, wake up.”
With a sharp gasp, Glitch jerked back against him and looked around with wild eyes. “Who are you?” he asked brusquely while pushing himself up against the headboard.
Cain held up his hands in a submissive posture. “Glitch, it’s me. You’re home, in your own bed.”
Glitch blinked as his memory returned and he relaxed instantly. His hand automatically reached up to his head and with a fierce blush, he pulled the zipper closed again. “I’m so sorry,” he buried his face in his hands, words muffled.
“No, it’s okay, you didn’t do anything wrong,” Cain rushed to ease Glitch’s obvious humiliation while still trying to process what it was he had witnessed. He reached a tentative hand out to touch Glitch’s shoulder, unsure if it was welcome.
The shoulder under his hand shrugged but not in an effort to push him away. Glitch stared down at the mussed blankets, hands plucking restlessly at them. “I wake up sometimes and it - for some reason, it’s open. That’s why I always check.”
Wyatt swallowed thickly, examining the words. “Do you remember dreaming about something that would make you do that?”
Glitch sniffed and looked away. “I don’t remember,” he mumbled with a shake of his head. He shifted down and pulled the blankets back over his shoulder, facing away from Cain. “I don’t remember.”
Cain knew it wasn’t a lie but he also knew that somewhere in Glitch’s mind, or in his past, was the repressed answer to his question.
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29. Remember
Wyatt found a clean, loose nightshirt for Glitch while the advisor was sitting under the covers in bed, munching on his dinner. He wandered over to sit in front of Glitch.
Stuffing a piece of celery halfway into his mouth, Glitch raised his arms obediently for Cain to pull it over his head. Wyatt rolled his eyes but gave in easily to the good-natured teasing. “Don’t expect me to fuss over you once you get your strength back,” he grumbled.
“Oh, you know you love it,” Glitch waved a hand absentmindedly and finished his tea.
Cain ensnared the wayward hand and brought it into his lap. He waited until Glitch looked up to speak earnestly. “I love you.”
Jaw dropping open in disbelief, Glitch stared at him for an infinite moment. “Oh, Wyatt,” he whispered, tipping his head to the side. “Come here.” He scooted forward with the blankets bunched on his lap and reached for Cain.
“I love you too, so much,” Glitch confessed, folding his arms across the back of Cain’s shoulders. His cheek rubbed against the short-cropped hair and he closed his eyes at the soft feel of it. “And when I can remember what to do with all of your fun bits, you’ll be the first to know.”
Wyatt nearly fell off the bed, howling with appalled laughter.
When he recovered enough to speak he wiped his eyes and stood up. “What am I going to do with you, Sweetheart?”
“Sleep with me?” Glitch asked, offering a welcoming hand.
“I wasn’t planning to leave,” Cain smiled fondly and set about preparing for bed.
**
A strange, unfamiliar sound dragged Cain out of his sleep. Blinking up at the ceiling sleepily, he listened to see if it came again.
He heard it, an unmistakable sound that chilled him. Next to him Glitch shuddered violently, one arm wrapped around his head with long fingers tugging at the tab of his zipper, slowly unfastening it in his sleep.
Breaking out of his stupor, he reached up and stopped the movement of the hand. He leaned down and spoke sharply into Glitch’s ear. “Glitch, wake up.”
With a sharp gasp, Glitch jerked back against him and looked around with wild eyes. “Who are you?” he asked brusquely while pushing himself up against the headboard.
Cain held up his hands in a submissive posture. “Glitch, it’s me. You’re home, in your own bed.”
Glitch blinked as his memory returned and he relaxed instantly. His hand automatically reached up to his head and with a fierce blush, he pulled the zipper closed again. “I’m so sorry,” he buried his face in his hands, words muffled.
“No, it’s okay, you didn’t do anything wrong,” Cain rushed to ease Glitch’s obvious humiliation while still trying to process what it was he had witnessed. He reached a tentative hand out to touch Glitch’s shoulder, unsure if it was welcome.
The shoulder under his hand shrugged but not in an effort to push him away. Glitch stared down at the mussed blankets, hands plucking restlessly at them. “I wake up sometimes and it - for some reason, it’s open. That’s why I always check.”
Wyatt swallowed thickly, examining the words. “Do you remember dreaming about something that would make you do that?”
Glitch sniffed and looked away. “I don’t remember,” he mumbled with a shake of his head. He shifted down and pulled the blankets back over his shoulder, facing away from Cain. “I don’t remember.”
Cain knew it wasn’t a lie but he also knew that somewhere in Glitch’s mind, or in his past, was the repressed answer to his question.
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